01x06 - La fine

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We're ready to sh**t.

Everyone in position.

sh**ting!

Rolling!

Ciak, please.

The Moro kidnapping.

Scene 25, shot 5, take one.

Action!

"Comrades, the battle

begun on March 16

with the capture of Aldo Moro,

has come to its conclusion.

Following the interrogation

and the people's trial

the Christian Democracy president

has been sentenced to death."

MAY 8

f*ck!

Go, go!

Duck down.

You only have a few minutes.

Go in.

President.

Father.

Father.

You're the first person

I've seen face to face in here.

How's my family?

My little grandson Luca?

He's fine, they're all fine.

How are you?

How do I look?

Thinner, but well.

Will you give me communion?

If you want, of course.

The last time was on March 15.

First I must confess, though.

What could you have to confess,

president?

Various things.

One is particularly serious, I think.

For several days

I've been feeling an impulse

that is uncontrollable

and recurrent.

It's a feeling

I didn't think belonged to me

and yet it's tormenting me.

I have hated. And I still hate

some of my old friends from the

party who are no longer friends.

This hatred is directed

to some in particular.

I wish they were here

so I could shout it in their faces,

to get it off my chest, but I've

never raised my voice in my life.

All those two faced persons

that know everything,

but despite that they know nothing

about life and love.

I know it's a grave sin,

but the more I fend it off,

the more it returns.

I hate the Honorable Andreotti,

who was the mastermind

of this whole business,

the others were merely

servants obeying his orders.

A cold hearted man, impenetrable,

without doubts, without a heartbeat,

who has never shown

a moment of compassion.

Do you hear the way I'm talking?

Go ahead, let it out.

The point is, regarding this man

who has done evil,

I have always had

an abiding mistrust,

but I refused to acknowledge it.

I chose not to acknowledge it,

you see?

And that is unforgiveable.

And then

I can't resign myself to dying.

-Which is not a sin.

-No, it isn't.

They're going to k*ll me,

aren't they?

No, why?

Never despair. Your friends

-Which friends?

-You still have so many: Cossiga

Cossiga, come on.

An ingrate.

Although he has an excuse.

What?

He's bipolar, he's cyclothymic.

He's up, he's down, an unhappy man.

If Cossiga were on trial

he could plead partial infirmity.

See how I'm talking, how much hatred?

Don't say that. Otherwise,

how can I give you communion?

-The Gospel.

-I know it's important,

especially now that I am alone

in the face of death.

But, Father, before that day,

I saw many people die who were

dear to me, friends, brothers.

All natural deaths,

cared for, comforted.

Some in their sleep.

How lucky

to die in your sleep.

To pass unobserved

from life to death.

But

after what I saw that morning,

and to be the only one

who survived

Now, after all these days

that I've had to cohabit

with this remorse

that has kept me up at night,

now it seems they're all agreed,

these gentlemen,

my friends in the party,

to condemn me to death,

in a country that has abolished

the death penalty.

A law professor sentenced

to death by a jury of people

who do not recognize

our state and our laws.

It's all grotesque, it's all wrong.

But now, at this point, I ask you,

beyond hell, heaven,

the afterlife, the light

What's so crazy

What's so crazy

about not wanting to die?

I don't want to die.

Yes, I confirm it, so what?

They say I'm crazy,

but I'd be crazy

if I didn't want to live, right?

How do I look?

Do I really look well?

Pardon?

My face, what's it like?

Normal, I told you.

Suicide is a madman

committing a mortal sin,

but if I cling to life

with all my strength,

I reason, I write incessantly

from morning till night,

to save my life,

what's so crazy about that?

I think they want us to finish up.

They bring up

the reason of state, sacrifice

You know, they expect

impeccable handwriting from me?

Do they realize where I am?

That I'm here,

not in the corridors of parliament!

Tell them, Father.

I've given up everything,

all public office.

I have nothing anymore.

I might have become President of

the Republic in November.

Why

should I give up my life as well?

Time's run out.

Yes, but have faith.

Have faith.

The hardliners are buckling.

So many, thousands

want your release.

Millions of Italians are waiting for

you, believers and nonbelievers.

They're waiting for me to die.

No, they're convinced

more than hopeful.

All we can do is wait and hope,

praying. Prayer.

Here. You keep it.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

Until the very end.

-Reason will prevail.

-Yes.

Common sense.

And it wouldn't be the first time.

We'll see each other again,

I'm sure of it.

I absolve you from your sins

in the name of the Father,

and of the Son and of

the Holy Spirit. Amen.

-The body of Christ.

-Amen.

Time's up, let's go.

Goodbye, president.

You know we won't see each other

out of here,

or they wouldn't have let you come.

Duck down.

"I am in the hands of God and yours.

Pray for me,

remember me softly.

Caress the sweet little ones,

everyone.

May God help you all.

A kiss with love to all."

Tomorrow the DC will meet

as Dad wanted.

They won't lift a finger

to have Dad freed.

The party of compromise,

but with Aldo they've become

intransigent, inflexible,

that's why I'm furious.

Lord, I want to believe in you.

O Lord, may my faith be whole,

unreserved,

and may it guide my thoughts,

my way of judging

divine and human things.

Francesco, Mr. Piecznick has arrived.

See him in.

Sit, keep going.

Minister.

Anything new? Anything relevant?

Nothing.

The usual mythomaniacs

and time wasters, but far fewer.

Italians are getting tired of it,

you know?

Like a drama with no ending.

Some are even making bets.

Anyway, I can't sleep,

at the first sign the first!

Immediately.

MAY 9

-Where are we going, Your Holiness?

-I don't know.

What's going on?

We're traveling today.

-You didn't eat anything?

-No.

He doesn't have to eat,

if he's not hungry.

Get dressed. No hurry.

Would you like to shave?

No.

No.

As you wish.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Say goodbye to your colleagues

from me.

I will.

We're freeing you.

Duck down.

Open it.

Someone's coming!

Quiet.

-Good morning, going to school?

-Yes, I need to hurry,

-it's almost seven.

-Me too, I forgot my purse.

You were right, the allocation of

condominium expenses is wrong.

-Got a new car?

-The other one was falling apart.

Bye.

MAY 9

THE FAMILY MIGHT KNOW

IF HE'S STILL ALIVE

Calling all cars. Attention.

A suspicious vehicle

has been found in Via Caetani.

I repeat, in via Caetani,

a side street off

Via delle Botteghe Oscure.

The car is a red Renault 4,

license plate:

Roma N57686.

The area from Via delle Botteghe

Oscure to Via dei Funari is isolated.

All patrol cars to converge

in Via Caetani.

It's President Moro!

It's the president!

-He's alive.

-He's alive, he's breathing.

President!

He's alive!

He's alive! President Moro!

Help me get him out!

President!

Help me get him out.

Carefully.

Carefully.

Set up a second, wider cordon

around the entire hospital.

-Use the helicopters.

-They're already deployed.

-I can't hear them.

-They're in the air.

Call the Minister of Defense.

Don't forget double cordon.

This being the situation,

I wish to acknowledge

the generosity of the Red Brigades,

who, by grace,

spared my life

and restored my freedom.

For this I am deeply grateful.

As for the rest, after everything

that has happened,

I have no choice but to state

my thorough incompatibility

with the Christian Democracy.

I shall forego all public office,

any future candidature

is to be excluded.

I resign from the DC.

-Hello?

-Is this Professor Franco Tritto?

-Who's speaking?

-Niccolai.

-Niccolai who?

-Are you Professor Franco Tritto?

Yes, I want to know who's speaking.

The Red Brigades.

We are fulfilling

the president's last wishes,

by communicating to his family

where the Honorable Moro's body is.

-What should I do?

-Can't you hear me?

-No, please repeat that.

-I can't.

You must communicate to the family

that they will find the Honorable

Moro's body in Via Caetani.

-Via?

-Caetani. There's a red Renault 4.

The first numbers

of the license plate are N5.

N5. Do I need to call them?

-No, you should go there in person.

-No, I can't.

- You have to.

- I can't.

I'm sorry,

if you call them on you would fail

to comply with the requests

-made expressly by the president.

-Please, talk with my father.

All right.

Hello? What is it?

You should go to the Honorable

Moro's family or send your son.

Do it. Your son already

has the message.

-Can't I go?

-Of course.

-Can you do it urgently?

-Yes.

This was the Honorable Moro's

last wish.

To communicate to his family

how they can retrieve his body.

All right? Goodbye.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon

them. May they rest in peace, amen.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Shame on you!

You k*lled him!

It's Cossiga!

m*rder*r!

Now you come to cry, eh?

Now you come to cry, eh?

Could have thought of it before!

Clowns!

My sweet Noretta,

after a moment of slim optimism,

we are now, I believe,

at the final moment.

In this moment there is

infinite tenderness towards you.

United in my memory,

live together,

it will be as if I'm among you.

Kiss and hug everyone for me.

To each my immense tenderness

passing through your hands.

Be strong, my sweet one,

in this absurd

and incomprehensible ordeal.

These are the ways of the Lord.

I wish I knew how,

with my small mortal eyes,

I will see afterwards,

if there were light,

it would be wonderful.

When will the state funeral be ?

"Aldo Moro's precise wish is

to refrain from any public event

or ceremony or speech.

A wish the party

and the state must respect.

No national mourning or state

funeral or posthumous medals.

The family withdraws into silence

and asks for silence.

Aldo Moro's life and death

will be judged by history."

Thank you.

Moro's body was not,

as the papers have written,

lying on the back cushions

Luigi, can you come here

for a moment?

behind the back seat

huddled our poor friend,

president Moro.

He had apparently a suit

So the position I saw first just

when they took away the cushions.

He has two blankets.

He was naturally huddled

because he was not able to move

To the Prime Minister Andreotti.

Immediately. It's irrevocable.

This is why we claim

TURIN, MAY 10

that the revolutionary act of

justice exercised by the Red Brigades

against the criminal politician

Aldo Moro,

is the highest act of humanity

for the communist and

revolutionary proletarians

in this class-divided society.

MAY 10, 1978

IN TORRITA TIBERINA, ALDO MORO'S

FUNERAL IS CONDUCTED PRIVATELY

MAY 13, 1978

THE STATE FUNERAL IS CONDUCTED

WITHOUT ALDO MORO'S CASKE

A politician with a great mind

JULY 9, 1978

PERTINI'S INAUGURAL SPEECH

AS PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC

and vast culture, Aldo Moro.

What a void he has left

in his party and in this assembly.

If he had not been

cruelly assassinated,

he, not me, would be speaking

to you from this place today!

AUGUST 8, 1978

POPE PAUL VI DIES THREE MONTHS

AFTER HIS FRIEND ALDO MORO

MAY 29, 1978

ADRIANA FARANDA AND

VALERIO MORUCCI ARE ARRESTED

IN PRISON THEY BEGIN

TO DISASSOCIATE FROM BR

JUNE 24, 1985

COSSIGA IS ELECTED PRESIDEN

I swear to be faithful

to the republic

and to respect its constitution.

ANDREOTTI LEADS THE ITALIAN STATE

UNTIL 1992

ELEONORA MORO DIES IN ROME

ON JULY 19, 2010

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.