01x02 - Il ministro degli interni

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-It's Domenico Spinella.

-Do you need help?

There's been a sh**ting in Via

Fani! Four dead, one wounded.

Send an ambulance.

-What happened?

-It's President Moro's escort.

-And the president?

-He is not here.

There's been a m*ssacre in Via Fani!

Send an ambulance now!

Block it off, don't let anyone

approach! Move it!

-When did it happen?

-Five, ten minutes ago.

-We'll be right there.

-I repeat, Via Fani!

Them, all Masons,

members of the P2 lodge,

ex-fascists or still fascists,

old fogies.

And they're supposed to save

the life of Aldo whom they hate?

Yet they're all I have.

It seems the Red Brigades called

ANSA endorsing Moro's kidnapping ,

and, I quote, "the elimination of

Cossiga's leatherheads",

but so far they haven't officially

claimed responsibility.

A woman reported she heard

at 8:15 am on a free radio

Radio Città Futura.

That Moro, or another political big

shot, would be kidnapped.

45 minutes before the ambush.

We've questioned the lady

and the radio manager.

We have to be practical,

decide on a strategy right now,

ignoring theories

about international conflict,

who'll benefit and who won't.

So

What do you suggest?

Strict isolation of all t*rrorists

currently in jail.

Let's step up sea patrols

from Livorno to Salerno.

We've alerted the smugglers.

How do they come into it?

To prevent Moro being sent abroad,

to Lebanon or Palestine.

Let's do the same

for all ports on the Adriatic.

Yes, Trieste, Venice, Ancona.

Let's open diplomatic channels

with Mediterranean countries,

from Yugoslavia to North Africa,

and caution them against

collaborating with these t*rrorists.

Yes, I absolutely agree with you.

Spinella, what do we have so far?

That's solid?

-Even just a bit.

-We already have some information.

For example,

the pilot's cap found in Via Fani.

We can assume the t*rrorists

disguised themselves as pilots.

I suggest showing witnesses

photos of the Red Brigades

that we have in our files

and see if anyone is recognized.

We need to agree on certain details

regarding these photos.

Should we publish pictures of

known or wanted t*rrorists?

Should we arrest all people

deemed to be in touch with the BR?

-Maybe.

-Avoid "maybe".

It would be preferable to tail them.

They're our contact.

Only they can lead us

to their hideouts, their houses.

Mass surveillance

rather than mass arrests.

We must send a strong signal

to the country.

The state is strong, present

and won't give in.

Obviously.

I propose declaring a state of w*r

and the death penalty.

Measures suggested in political

circles that we approve of.

General, the state of w*r is declared

when there is armed insurrection.

And what's this?

As for the death penalty,

we need to catch them first

and then change the constitution.

That's no small feat.

A reward, then?

I'd rule that out, admiral,

we're not in the Wild West.

We must save Aldo Moro's life.

We must!

It's our top priority,

in strict adherence

to the constitution.

We shall reconvene at 7:00 pm.

The five men of the escort,

all k*lled.

The reactions from the political

world to this attack on democracy

These are

three resignation letters,

depending on the different scenarios.

Moro is free and safe,

Moro wounded or injured

and Moro dead.

Only you know.

-Why resign?

-Later. I'll resign later.

Now we have to try to save him,

but my political career ends here.

I'm politically dead.

Can you see them too?

The stains.

See them?

No, they're invisible.

They're there.

We have nothing concrete.

It's only been hours, Francesco.

Luigi, with kidnappings, the more

time passes the more hope fades,

our Sardinia teaches us that.

A mouse is gone

as soon as you look at it,

a lizard is impossible to follow.

Immediate action!

He was a father to me.

He is a father.

I owe him everything.

Everything I am, I owe to Aldo Moro.

And I wasn't able to protect him.

Afterwards it's a waste of time.

Afterwards?

To think about it afterwards

is useless.

Aldo didn't want an armored car,

so as not to feel privileged.

No one will believe me.

545 votes in favor, 30 against,

three abstentions.

The exceptional speed of the vote

in Parliament and the Senate,

this latter set to take place

tonight,

is the political parties'

first reaction to the criminal act

against the president of the DC,

Aldo Moro.

Today's tragic events,

that you've heard many accounts of,

have also impacted

the work of Parliament

- All good, Excellency .

- Thank you, you may go .

Good night.

Good evening, Excellency.

Shall I heat it up for you?

No, thanks, I'm not hungry.

Clear the table and go to bed.

Good night.

Aldo's been kidnapped.

I imagine you already know.

Can I sleep with you?

I want to ask you something.

Did you know, in two months

we're coming to Rome?

What should we see first?

Rome's a labyrinth.

When you've lived here so long you

hardly notice its infinite beauty.

The first time I came

was on a school trip.

They took us to see the catacombs.

They're cemeteries.

Cemeteries are also labyrinths.

And I

I pretended to get lost.

Francesco, it's Mr. Spinella.

Send him in.

This way.

-Good morning, Excellency.

-Take a seat.

At last, some good news.

We've located the store

that sold them the pilots' uniforms.

This woman bought them.

She ordered them and bought them.

Her name's Adriana Faranda,

ex-militant of Potere Operaio,

we think she's in the Red Brigades.

We've already been to her apartment

but we only found her young daughter

who lives with her grandmother.

She can't be reached.

The store clerk has no doubt,

she's a physiognomist.

We believe the commando includes:

Alessio Casimirri, Valerio Morucci,

Mario Moretti, Bruno Seghetti

and Prospero Gallinari.

They're in the paper you're

looking at, Faranda's not there.

I came because you told me

to brief you personally.

You did the right thing.

I've circulated Faranda's picture

to all police cars.

Let's carry on You carry on.

Do you have kids?

Yes.

Two girls, one's five

and the other's eleven.

You can still enjoy them.

Does your wife work?

She's a teacher.

Make sure she keeps her job.

Working occupies the mind,

it's a salvation.

Francesco, a communiqué

has come in from the BR.

There's a photo. Moro's alive.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll go find out more.

He's looking at me.

No, he's looking into the lens.

He's looking at me.

So, he's alive.

Yes, the president's alive

and in Rome.

To communicate with each other, the

t*rrorists have to meet in person.

I propose a thorough search,

neighborhood by neighborhood,

house to house.

Agreed on the search,

but there's also another way.

There are certain environments

like universities,

where the t*rrorists enjoy

freedom and protection,

even from professors and assistants.

That's where I'd focus

the activities of our infiltrators.

At La Sapienza in Rome, for example.

Many suspects come from there.

And I'd get in touch

with the security service of

the Communist Party.

They have many men under cover

in university circles.

We need to promote

an exchange of information.

If we stray from our purview,

it'll be chaos.

-No, no Communists.

-The PCI means Moscow and the KGB.

This "people's court"

that will put him on trial,

as they wrote in their communiqué,

what does it mean?

Are they going to interrogate him?

They're interrogating him without

respecting the Geneva Conventions.

He might talk.

We have to free him,

whatever the cost.

Agreed on the search.

A huge dragnet around Rome,

that we'll lower then pull in

with the mesh tightening,

like in hunting.

Starting with the broadest weave,

down to the very finest there is.

Nets that aren't stretched too tight,

they must create a sack,

they have to be caught inside it.

-How many phones are being tapped?

-The family, closest collaborators,

the main newspapers,

state TV, the Vatican.

-Even the Pope?

-I have a precise list.

-We'll extend it progressively.

-We're completing what you asked for,

a huge listening center

here in the ministry.

Come and take a look,

it's reassuring.

Professor Ferracuti, wait in

my office, I'll be right with you.

Good day.

There, to the right.

-Good morning, minister.

-Good morning.

-When will you start?

-Today. We'll work day and night.

Good. We're working and

Italians need to know it.

Until President Moro is free.

Very good, carry on.

Carry on.

What do you think?

Is he sorely tried, desperate?

Is he a man ready to talk?

-Why haven't they k*lled him?

-They don't want to k*ll him.

I don't know where I should sit.

Go to your usual place.

They're torturing him.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Where are they hiding Aldo?

No, the revelatory dream

What do your patients say?

How are they taking this tragedy?

The younger ones identify

with the BR,

they admire them.

The neurotics are amazed

and in awe,

for the psychotics

it's a bit more complex,

same with the paranoiacs.

But the awe, the admiration of

the neurotics is because

someone had the courage to do

what they had long fantasized:

to take the leap.

They took the leap.

Admire them

That takes the cake.

"Who Aldo Moro is, is soon said",

so their communiqué says.

"Is soon said."

How can they talk like that?

Such crudeness, such superficiality.

Besides, Moretti, their leader,

is a factory technician.

Yet I'm supposed to hold my peace.

Me, who graduated at 19

and a half summa c*m laude.

I speak five languages.

A tenured professor at 23,

honorary degrees from

the University of Toronto, Melbourne,

Aix-en-Provence, New York,

Oxford, Yale.

"It's soon said", the people's court.

And I have to control myself.

But what people?

Do you manage to sleep

with the Valium?

Very little.

A few hours.

My wife doesn't want

to sleep with me.

She's never wanted to.

Ours was an arranged marriage.

She was very beautiful.

I was already an MP at 25.

I thought I'd win her over

in the end, but no.

She hasn't even called me.

For her I don't exist.

Our kids are grown up,

they've moved out.

All these years,

never a picture together.

She's set a record.

Never a picture at my side,

not a single one.

You're a psychiatrist,

you can understand

how I could be comforted by a picture

of us in a silver frame on my desk.

The mind opens

if you're in a good mood.

They're two separate things.

My life isn't a novel,

it's not a novel.

MARCH 19

The investigation continues

on the m*rder of the five mand escort

and the abduction

of the Honorable Aldo Moro.

Since yesterday the army flanks

the police in the massive manhunt.

The decision was taken by

the Minister of the Interior and

the Minister of Defense, after

consulting with the chief prosecutor.

The initiative allowed

the investigation to be allocated

more carabinieri, police officers

and finance police

who alternate shifts.

The soldiers are deployed

in roadblocks

set up on all access roads to Rome.

They are flanked by carabinieri.

The investigations are also focused

on the interpretation of the three

messages left by the Red Brigades

and on the method used

to place them

Via Taranto.

Via Gallia.

Via Casilina.

Piazza Re di Roma. San Remo.

Get out of the car.

Get out.

Get out and show me your ID.

Show me your ID.

I k*lled him.

-Where is the Honorable Moro's body?

-I smashed his head in.

My hands are still stained

with my father's blood. I k*lled him.

-Get in your car.

-You have to arrest me.

Get in your car!

-You gotta arrest me.

-Get in your car!

-I k*lled my father.

-Don't make me arrest you for real.

This morning the press received

two identikits portraying,

based on witness descriptions,

three of the t*rrorists who

perpetrated the attack in Via Fani.

Police, open the door .

Excuse me, what's going on?

We're running checks.

Good morning, ma'am,

we need to take a look inside.

Who lives opposite?

A young couple, very reserved.

They go out early in the morning

-So there might not be anybody in?

-There might not.

The apartment next door is rented

to a certain Mr. Borghi, an engineer.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Have a good day.

What do we do? Break it in?

Good morning, Mr. Spinella.

No one's answering.

Don't break it in.

Take note and keep going.

Come in.

Good morning, Excellency.

Good morning.

-Shall I close it?

-No, leave it open a crack.

Well?

Not much.

Not much or nothing?

Nothing that directly concerns

Aldo Moro.

We've found drug dealers,

petty criminals,

cheating couples, lunatics.

Lunatics are more disoriented

waking up.

I know.

No trace of BR members.

All right.

Actually, no

It's not all right at all.

-The American consultant has arrived.

-Thank you.

Stay close to your family.

Minister.

Carry on with your work.

Minister, good evening.

Thank you for coming.

Do you want to listen?

Please.

Take a seat.

Care for a slice of colomba?

No, thank you.

-Still nothing?

-No, nothing.

All we're hearing is chatter.

Except for those being tapped, many

are calling of their own initiative.

For company.

Many talk to us about their problems,

work problems, loneliness.

One lady, for example,

told us that her husband

greets her less affectionately,

hurriedly,

that she doesn't know if

he's at home or not.

I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time.

No.

I'm interested in how Italians live,

the details.

Then there are others who say

that President Moro

is in that crawl space,

in that attic.

But, which?

Around this time,

there's always this guy

who is convinced that he can locate

Moro's hiding place

through revelatory dreams.

Listen.

Last night's dream led me

to the ghetto.

Trotsky with a bloody forehead

pointing to the ghetto.

And in yesterday night's dream,

but maybe I didn't speak to you,

there was Babel,

the great writer of "Red Cavalry" ,

another illustrious victim

of Stalinism.

- If tonight, he were to appear

- Are you recording ?

Who's speaking?

After you.

MARCH 29

Moro's private secretary has arrived

with a letter for you from Moro.

Send him in.

-Your Excellency.

-Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

I received a call from

an anonymous Red Brigade member.

He asked me to go to the church

of Sant'Andrea della Valle.

Did you notify the police?

-Did you go with them?

-I didn't want to risk it.

In the envelope was a letter for you

and one for me and I came here.

Here's the letter.

And what did you do before this?

Before?

You called Mrs. Moro

and then you went to see her.

Your phone is tapped and

so is the one at Moro's house.

Why did you go to see Mrs. Moro

before coming to me?

The large envelope also contained

a letter for his wife.

I delivered it to her considering

the anguish she's suffering.

Before coming to me?

Give it to me.

It's with her.

Give me your letter, then.

Anyway, you made a mistake.

You can go, we'll see to getting

Mrs. Moro's letter.

"I'm considered a political prisoner,

subjected, as president of the DC,

to a trial to ascertain

my 30 year long responsibility.

I am writing to you

in strict confidentiality

so that you and our friends,

especially the Prime Minister,

can reflect on

the appropriate action to take,

to avoid worse trouble."

Giulio.

I think we ought to consider

Aldo's request,

at least explore opening

a secret channel for negotiation.

Look for a mediator,

a neutral figure.

We owe it to Aldo

and to our conscience.

He's taking the rap

for our collective work.

There's a second letter

Aldo wrote to Professor Rana

in which the BR essentially

propose secret negotiations.

They don't say in exchange for what.

On certain conditions

the BR are willing to negotiate.

How? And at what price?

A pre-emptive move from the Holy See

could be useful.

Giulio, this has just come in.

What's going on?

The Red Brigades have published

the letter Aldo sent you, saying,

"So that nothing is hidden

from the people."

They want to negotiate in secret,

but look good publicly.

There's no longer any margin

for initiating secret negotiations.

In the condition he's in,

our dear Aldo's words

are to be taken

with a grain of salt.

He's clearly not himself,

I don't recognize him.

He says so himself, he's under

full and unchecked domination.

We must answer,

adopt an official, public stance.

The state must not lose face.

We need a word

for tomorrow's headlines.

A simple word: firmness.

That is not intransigence.

Firmness.

We can see imperceptible shaky lines

and also exaggeratedly large letters.

These enlarged letters could reflect

the anguish of a castaway who,

seeing a ship in the distance,

shouts for help.

Are there any indications

that he may have been tortured?

We can't say with any certainty,

but there are many methods

the kidnappers could have used

to make President Moro

write under duress.

Not classical t*rture.

Maybe psychotropic drugs, hypnosis

or even sensory deprivation.

It's enough to place two half

ping-pong ba*ls in the eye sockets

to induce actual hallucinations.

APRIL 4

Good morning, Excellency.

Here's the evaluation.

Aldo is asking me to negotiate

to save his life,

not his homeland, Italy,

but for his own hide.

He is a man who is afraid of dying.

In his situation

I'd be afraid of dying too.

The government's firm line

can be justified by our evaluation.

"Aldo is out of his mind."

It's fair enough.

It's fair enough, believe me.

It's better for everyone.

Even for the president.

The state wants to save him,

save his life.

And that's precisely

what Aldo Moro is asking.

-And the Communists?

-They want it too.

But without losing face.

No one must lose face.

The Communists have already said

that no matter what the outcome,

after this letter,

Moro is politically dead to them.

Politically.

He brought them into government

and they're giving him a funeral.

And we follow them, with lit candles.

-What is it?

-Come.

See the flag?

It's all twisted.

It's beautiful to see a flag

fluttering in the wind.

ALDO MORO IS CRAZY

Francesco!

Francesco!

Don't you recognize me?

Nisticò from the Catanzaro

constituency.

23,214 preferences,

don't you remember?

I'm sorry to disturb you,

I'd like to introduce you to someone.

He's a friend, a fellow countryman,

he's a clairvoyant.

-A clairvoyant?

-Yes, but a real one.

A real one.

It's about Aldo.

Speak to my private secretary.

-Don't you want to know where he is?

-Who?

The illustrious prisoner.

Of course I want to know.

Then listen to him.

I'm listening.

Your Excellency,

you know truffle dogs?

Truffle dogs?

You're a hunter, right?

No.

But you're a radio amateur,

there's a connection.

A guy from my town who was recently

discharged from the Aurora Clinic

where I teach music to the residents,

told me that two days ago

a man was admitted

and he's being given

deep sleep therapy

under the care of a psychiatrist,

who never leaves his bedside,

and by an anesthetist

of longstanding Communist faith.

The clinic is in the hands of the

Communists, hence the name Aurora.

It all stacks up.

This corroborates the theory of

the presence of BR in the PCI

still faithful to the Warsaw Pact!

-Listen.

-Moro is there, sedated all the time.

I see him every night in my dreams.

He's alive.

At the Aurora Clinic?

Definitely.

May I take you there?

No, I'll inform

the appropriate authorities,

I'll send someone to see.

-Thank you.

-But you have to go there.

Your Excellency!

I don't understand

what you're doing here.

A suspicious patient

has been brought to our attention.

This way.

Doctor, who invited

the Black Brigades?

They'll arrest us all.

They'll arrest us all.

They'll arrest us all.

Doctor, I feel hot.

Is there a fire?

Doctor, we need to get out of here.

Take it easy. Come away.

You're getting them all worked up.

What is this suspicious patient

suspected of?

Don't insist, I can't say any more.

This way.

Come, Your Excellency.

Doctor, what am I doing in here?

Let me out.

Calm down, you'll be out soon.

Don't get worked up.

-Are we done?

-Yes, you're right.

But since we're here now,

can't we see them all?

Follow me, this way.

Your Excellency, are you coming?

No, I'll wait here.

It'll pass.

Let him go.

They're dark thoughts,

but they pass, I know.

The food's not bad

and they even let you smoke.

On Sunday you get a glass of wine,

and you don't have to go to Mass.

Then if you're calm

they even let you out.

And outside there are heaps of women

a pensioner can afford.

It's better in here than out there.

How many years until you retire?

You can even have a single room

with all the amenities.

APRIL 16

Against terrorism

and against violence,

now and always, the resistance!

Against terrorism

and against violence,

now and always, the resistance!

"Today, April 18, 1978, marks the end

of the dictatorial era of the DC,

which for 30 years has dominated

with the logic of abuse.

In concomitance with this date,

we announce

that the president of the DC, Moro,

has been ex*cuted by suicide.

We consent to the retrieval of his

body and name the exact place.

Aldo Moro's body is submerged

on the muddy bottom of Lake Duchessa.

May they tremble over their misdeeds,

the various Cossigas, Andreottis

and all those supporting the regime."

It's not authentic, it's written

differently from the previous ones.

It's too brief.

Yes, even the Italian is disjointed.

They might have forced him

to commit suicide.

It's clearly a fake.

Yes.

But it needs to be verified.

ALDO MORO HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED

Sorry, Francesco.

All reference to people

and real events

has been artistically elaborated

by the authors.

The roles have been reinterpreted

for dramatic purposes.

Any connection with real people

is therefore purely coincidental.