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-Don't leave me.

-Come on, you gotta go.

Hurry.

ROME

MARCH 1976

Be quiet on your way out.

-Your belt?

-No.

You're going to Lia's today

to play with Carlotta, okay?

-Where are you going?

-I have to work.

Are you picking me up or is Grandma?

We'll see.

Who is it now?

Good morning.

Valerio!

Ale!

Here she is! Pumpkin!

I got you some croissants,

here they are.

No, wait, put it in your backpack

and take it to school.

Or else you'll be late, go.

How long do we go on like this?

I don't want her to know

we're living together.

But we are living together.

Revolutionary and Catholic?

as*h*le.

Ale.

Ale, where are you?

Ale.

Alexandra?

Alexandra.

-Where did you get it?

-The drawer.

We don't go looking in drawers.

-Is it real?

-No, it's fake.

Let's go.

All right?

Red!

Red Brigades!

Red!

Red Brigades!

Red!

Red Brigades!

MARCH 1977

Bye, sweetheart.

Bye, Mom.

Alexandra!

Ale, come here.

Come.

-What is it?

-Mom's going away for a while.

Where are you going?

To Milan, for work.

When are you coming back?

In a few weeks.

You're going to stay with Grandma.

-And Valerio?

-He's coming to Milan with me.

I want to be with you.

No, how can we? You have to go

to school and I have to go away,

I really have to do this.

You be a good girl for your grandma.

Study, don't make her mad.

I'll be back soon.

Go.

JUNE 21, 1977

Excuse me, good morning.

Can you tell me where Via Lovanio is?

Go left and then left again.

Okay, so left and then left.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

f*ck, it's stuck!

The safety!

Help!

Help!

What the f*ck?

Go, go!

A new attack by the Red Brigades

this morning in Rome.

The victim is the dean

of Economics and Commerce,

Professor Remo Cacciafesta.

Three women were waiting for him

Why were you there?

What's wrong? It went well,

you were great.

You didn't trust us, huh?

A mission run by only women

The comrades were impressed

by your determination.

You thought we wouldn't pull it off.

You were there to help us,

-to fix things.

-I can't take it anymore.

We were there for your safety,

that's all.

-What's "can't take it anymore" mean?

-Nothing.

If you leave me, I'll k*ll you.

Knock it off.

FEBRUARY 1978

The Lamb of God,

who takes away the sins of the world.

Lord, I am not worthy to receive You

but only say the word

and I shall be saved.

Spring's coming.

-The body of Christ.

-Amen.

The body of Christ.

-The body of Christ.

-Amen.

The Corriere della Sera , please.

Miss!

-Yes?

-Your change.

Thank you.

Good morning. Thank you.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

I was looking for you,

I'd like to confess.

Good, come. After you.

My wife

Lately we're having issues,

but not really,

because she's always been like that.

She's insecure, jealous,

for no reason.

She's beautiful.

You can't take your eyes off her,

but she's obsessive.

Too much.

Once I said to her that's enough,

I rebelled.

And she, without raising her voice,

replied

that if I left her, she'd k*ll me.

But these are just things

that people say,

like that, without thinking,

because they lose their temper.

The machine g*ns

for Franco and Valerio.

MARCH 8

Raffaele, the M12, Prospero

and Rita, Beretta 51s,

Barbara, the Skorpion machine g*n,

Alessio, the Smith & Wesson.

I'd like to be there too.

No. If things go wrong, we need

someone from the strategic command

to carry on our work.

There'll be other opportunities.

The w*r doesn't end

with Operation Fritz.

Good. It's good.

It's good.

Prime Minister Andreotti outlined

the new government's agenda.

- Are we in time?

- Yes.

Pass me a biscuit?

-See you later.

-Yes, bye.

Good morning, Mrs. Moro.

Good morning.

Are we going to church?

No, let's go straight to the Chamber.

The president of

the Christian Democracy, Aldo Moro,

has been kidnapped this morning

by a t*rror1st command.

Moro had an escort of five people.

The t*rrorists opened fire,

four of the five men

When the news reached Montecitorio,

it was received with shock,

dismay and protest.

Agency new flashes are coming in,

here are the first statements.

Minister Tina Anselmi

Come, let's wait for Grandma.

I'm passing the line,

Ingrao is speaking.

I ask my colleagues to rise

to express our disdain

for this morning's infamous attack

on the democratic state.

We wish to extend

our deepest condolences

to the families of those

who were m*rder*d

It was a bloodbath.

-Are the comrades all right?

-Yes.

-Any wounded?

-They're all fine.

I'm going to take a shower.

Will you get me a glass of water?

RED BRIGADE MEMBER k*lled

IN SHOOTOUT WITH POLICE

AFTER THE BLOODBATH

NO TRACE OF MORO

MARCH 18

-Are you okay?

-Yes, let's go.

-Have you read the papers?

-Yes, we're all there.

Don't sit there, let's go over here.

You're there without a moustache,

Prospero, Bruno, I'm there too.

-How is he?

-One of his ribs hurts.

Maybe when we put him in the crate,

we pushed too hard.

-Have you given him anything?

-A couple of analgesics.

His bag is full of medication.

He wants a Bible.

Now everyone will want to join us.

Keep an eye out for infiltrators.

From the PCI, above all.

Do we send it all to La Repubblica?

Yes.

-Sorry, I gotta run.

-And the Bible?

I don't know. We'll figure it out

when I come back.

MORO KIDNAPPED,

FIVE MEN OF THE ESCORT SLAIN

NO TO REPRESSION WE'LL MAKE

THE BOSSES PAY FOR THE CRISIS

Go on, read it:

five young men k*lled.

-And what's the state doing?

-Nothing, they're all scared.

If Mussolini were still here

Benito Mussolini.

The rats would stay in the sewers.

-I could report you for your words.

-Report me,

-you don't scare me.

-No one wants to scare you.

Help me! Stop!

Help me!

He's sick!

-He's not breathing.

-Long live Italy!

Is there a doctor?

May I?

You are really beautiful.

Driver, stop the bus!

Hello? Yes.

Red Brigades.

We've left a communiqué

in an orange envelope,

in the Porta Pia underpass,

on top of the photo booth.

See you at home.

A sense of deep anguish

and absolute impotence

A coffee, please.

Such ferocity has paralyzed everyone

for a moment,

as if an unjust

and violent aggression

had entered our homes and

had struck some of our loved ones.

The nation's consciousness

is wounded,

a new resistance has risen up

with the harmony

and the determination

the blood of the dead and

the rights of the living demand.

I commit unto God's infinite mercy

the souls of those who have fallen,

carabinieri and police officers

beloved by their families

and from today very dear to us

and all the Italian people

Miss, your bag.

You took long enough.

I got a Bible.

-Did you see the funerals?

-Yes, but I turned it off.

I saw a bit of it in a bar.

They were all there.

All in the front row

All dressed the same.

Shopfront dummies.

Come.

A single machine g*n volley

would have wiped them all out.

I'm coming.

I'll be right there.

Wait for me.

You do what you gotta do.

MARCH 29

Hi.

The communiqué?

I got it.

Let's go, I don't have much time.

I brought you

communiqué number three,

and Moro wrote a letter to Cossiga.

And to his wife too,

but that's private.

-I got the money ready for you.

-Good.

Come with me.

I'll show you how we work.

This is our workshop.

This is ten million.

We'll keep washing it.

We have time.

Does he know we're going public?

No.

-He asks for secret negotiations.

-Nothing must be hidden to people.

Wait a minute.

Moro wants to deal with us secretly.

It's exactly what we want.

-So?

-If we go public with it

Everyone has to know Moro

wants hidden negotiations,

Christian Democrat style.

He's scared of being forced

to reveal state secrets

and so we smear his name.

And we keep the second letter secret.

What second letter?

This one.

He wrote it to his underling, Rana.

His name's Rana.

We won't make it public,

so we can establish a secret channel

and start the real game.

We'll drive them crazy.

The letter to Cossiga and communiqué

number three to La Repubblica.

The letter for Rana, leave it at the

church of Sant'Andrea della Valle.

Agreed?

Yes.

I'm off.

Wait, the Bible.

See you.

See you.

-Do we go now?

-Yes.

It's a mistake and

you know it is too.

It's a precise strategy.

In politics, loyalty to an enemy

doesn't exist.

We only have to answer

to the people.

There are rules between enemies too.

It's not a question of loyalty,

but credibility.

And at what price

will we free him for?

Or don't we want to free him?

Listen, Adriana,

we're at w*r, we're an army

and we don't question orders.

In every Christian Democratic,

fascist, communist or monarchic army,

first you obey then you discuss it.

You have to buy a ticket.

You can't go in.

Call the cops!

Silence!

Silence!

Silence!

Tickets please everyone.

May I see yout ticket?

I don't have a ticket.

Come with me.

Ticket?

Thank you.

Follow us.

Come with me.

I went to the movies.

The Wild Bunch , to unwind a little.

But the film didn't end,

some sh*t went down.

Are you angry?

We have to obey.

Why are you so mad?

Because it's a mistake.

Either I'm too naive

or I'm too stupid.

You are still thinking about it?

If Cossiga's letter stays secret,

nothing will happen.

No

The play is not up to them. We're

in charge, they need to be afraid.

Only I can't see a strategy.

To win, to stir up the masses, it

takes more than these little games.

Do you really think we'll win?

That we'll take power? That Italy

will become a socialist republic?

We can rebel, sh**t, k*ll, die,

wipe out as many fascists as we can.

Che Guevara is our hero.

Our end will be to live like this,

then die in Asinara prison attack.

A beautiful death.

Listen, forget it.

You don't want to win,

you want to die like a hero,

like in The Wild Bunch ,

after a nice m*ssacre of fascists.

-You just said it.

-Yes.

As late as possible, let's hope.

Yes, losing heroes, we're losing

heroes, I'm convinced of it.

So the revolution won't win.

I want to hear you say it.

No, I don't think so.

My real passion is not revolution,

nor the dictatorship of the

proletariat, the masses

but to transgress,

to rebel against orders,

disobey.

I've never been able

to stand those in charge.

They take themselves too seriously.

Piece of sh*t.

I abandoned my daughter

for the revolution.

A year ago, I had an ab*rtion

because you convinced me

that we should give ourselves,

our lives!

That the rest didn't count for the

victory of the proletarian revolution

and now you don't believe it anymore?

-I wasn't saying that.

-Yes, you said it.

I said a BR member

has to give up his private life.

I'm convinced of it,

if he chooses armed struggle.

You've never believed it, however,

you k*lled five poor family men.

I'd give my life right away,

you're mean to doubt it.

You just want to piss me off.

But I can't think of a socialist

Italy without capitalists.

My imagination can't go that far,

and I'm not a visionary.

Don't touch me.

APRIL 17

MORO CONDEMNED TO DEATH

Take a seat.

Yes, I know.

They asked me to see you.

-Who?

-A humanitarian movement.

Everyone's in it,

Socialists, Catholics, Lotta

Continua, ordinary people.

The great democratic front

that increases every day.

And all of them want Moro

to be freed.

Autonomia Operaia

is also against the death sentence.

Not that we're aware of,

Autonomia Operaia approves.

At the university they're lining up

to join the BR.

How many?

Fifty, a hundred?

Even if it were a thousand,

sympathizers sympathize

and watch from the sidelines,

they don't take up g*ns.

This is not how you overthrow

the state.

What purpose does

the death sentence serve?

We won't be fooled like with Sossi,

freed on promises never kept.

This time the hostage dies.

-How much leeway is there?

-Lanfranco, we need facts.

We need

explicit political recognition.

Tell that to those who sent you.

This time the hostage dies.

Red Brigades, out you file,

we will put you all on trial!

What revolution? What armed struggle?

Let's put an end

to this whole muddle!

Officers k*lled by the Red Brigades

in the communist struggle

live on today!

A BR hideout

APRIL 18

has been discovered,

where some of the perpetrators

of the March 16 m*ssacre lived.

In it there were handguns,

machine g*ns, expl*sives,

a r*fle, BR flyers,

three police uniforms

and two Alitalia uniforms,

similar to those worn by

the t*rrorists who kidnapped Moro.

f*ck!

-What are you doing?

-The key wouldn't turn. What's up?

-They've discovered Via Gradoli.

-Did they get Barbara and Mario?

They weren't there, so they say.

Or they got them and aren't telling.

And now to our second story.

Since this morning dozens of divers

have been searching

the bottom of Lake Duchessa,

to verify the macabre announcement

contained in a flyer

signed by the Red Brigades,

but whose authenticity

is still dubious.

The flyer announced

the Christian Democracy

president Moro's death.

Why do they say we k*lled him?

They even released a false

communiqué, it's ridiculous.

-Who?

-The secret service.

What a farce

But why?

To let us know they're ready.

-For what?

-For a dead Moro.

To prepare Italians

for this possibility

and to gauge how Italians will react.

They think of everything.

I'm increasingly convinced

that we shouldn't k*ll him.

-Even the Communists want him dead.

-That's why we shouldn't.

-How's Barbara?

-Fine, she's safe.

-Do you want to sleep here?

-No, it's better to stay separate.

-You want a coffee, some water?

-Water, thanks.

What happened?

I was going home and suddenly

I saw firemen, the cops

Thanks.

It was a close call.

Did someone betray us?

I don't know.

But many in the movement knew about

our base, you've slept there too.

Yes, we were there

for a couple of weeks.

I see spies everywhere.

This picture blows it for them.

This is our communiqué number seven.

They're playing, we're serious.

We'll give them another 48 hours.

And no more contact with outsiders,

it's too risky.

We can trust Lanfranco.

No.

After what happened in Via Gradoli,

I don't trust anyone anymore.

Let alone a guy who plays poker

with the judges who are trying us.

Show me the photo.

No more personal initiatives.

We don't negotiate with socialist

mediators, we deal with the DC,

the government.

Zaccagnini, Andreotti, Leone.

Either the DC or the government.

No one else.

You have to tell the people

who sent you.

Why don't you do something?

I'm an intermediary,

I have no power.

The Christian Democrats

have to recognize us

and cut the psychiatric bullshit:

is he in his right mind, or not?

Aren't they ashamed?

-We need time.

-We've run out of time, get it?

You need to understand

that k*lling Moro is suicide.

You need the movement,

without anyone protecting you,

hiding you, you'd be done.

It's all over: you, us, the movement.

The movement is the water

where fish can swim.

Without water you're dead.

Free him, it's the most

revolutionary thing you could do.

Unleash Moro on them,

alive and pissed off,

because none of his friends

wanted to save him.

They're more scared of Moro alive

than dead.

It's so clear.

Moro's here with all of the DC!

-The executive committee has decided.

-We're also on the committee.

You're in the minority,

the sentence will be carried out.

It's suicide.

Let's move around.

-The movement is not backing us.

-I don't give a damn.

Who's taken up the armed struggle

against this corrupt, fascist regime?

Us or the movement? Enough talk!

Tell your friends, the professors,

the intellectuals

who pontificate in the left-wing

press, the old wh*res,

caked with makeup,

tell them that we're in charge.

That way we're doing them a favor.

If instead we free him

-We'll look like damn fools.

-They want us to k*ll him,

instead we'll free him.

In freedom

he can harm the DC much more.

Without getting anything out of it?

Kidnapping him was a coup.

-Putting him on trial, we showed

-We don't have to prove anything.

The Pope, the UN Secretary General,

we've had political recognition.

Let's not all stand together.

On principle, we can't k*ll

a helpless prisoner.

What's your problem? It's an armed

struggle, if you weren't sure

I have no problems

and I've proved it.

One thing is the cops

who were paid for that

-You got 100 lire?

-No.

-C'mon, 50 lire?

-Sorry.

A hostage is one thing, k*lling

a helpless prisoner is another.

He's guilty like the others:

corruption, state massacres.

That's why if we free him,

we're stronger.

No, we'd show we don't have the guts.

And we don't care

about moral superiority.

For a proletarian, it's a defeat.

Only an intellectual or a poet

would think of freeing him,

and think, "What revolutionary thing

can I do today?"

But not a worker, not someone

who goes to the assembly line,

repeating the same action

millions of times and for that

shitty job he risks

being fired and starving.

Stop!

-Let's go.

-Think of our people.

You've talked to him every day

for two months, fed him.

How can you just k*ll him like that?

It's a w*r. Don't you get it?

Come here.

We'll try him, we'll sentence him,

we'll k*ll him.

Only us,

because we're willing to die.

Even if that happened,

it wouldn't be the end of us.

Tell that to your friends,

because there are

heaps of true revolutionaries,

who want in

because they're sick

of all your nauseating chatter.

-It's been 10 years about revolution.

-Don't speak to me like that!

I've proved that I couldn't care less

about my life.

Yes, you have.

And now that we have our enemies'

boss, you don't want to do it.

This time we'll see it through.

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.