MILAN DECEMBER 29, 1985
The justice system in this country is gravely and profoundly sick
and we are demanding change!
We want justice to be just!
Justice must be just!
Worthy of a state under the rule of law!
Proper for a civilized and democratic country!
Justice must be just!
Enzo was true to his word,
he didn't run away,
he promised he would turn himself in and so he did.
He is a radical combatant to the core,
he had the chance to flee abroad
after his despicable conviction, in order to protect himself,
and no one would've blamed him but he didn't do it.
He'll wait here in Milan, under house arrest,
for his appeal hearing.
Enzo! Enzo! Enzo!
Dear friends, I will keep this short.
In recent weeks, I resigned from the European Parliament,
waiving immunity.
I did so in order to build a country of serious people
who say what they do and do what they say.
Instead, today Italy is full of blind people who claim to see.
But here, as Marco always says,
they didn't want to see,
they feared that recognizing my innocence
could jeopardize the credibility
of their huge blitz against the Camorra.
They feared having made a mistake.
Can't a judge make a mistake and then admit it?
But I, guilty only of being innocent,
I'm not afraid.
And I challenge them,
surrendering my person in a free act
to the state authorities.
Stay strong, Enzo!
Enzo! Enzo! Enzo!
You're the best, Enzo!
You're our hero, Enzo!
- Will I see you later? - Yes.
- Do I need handcuffs? - That's not necessary, Honorable.
EPISODE 6
The accident appears even more serious
at the Chernobyl plant in Ukraine.
We lack concrete info about the disaster which could've caused many casualties.
According to TASS, two deaths.
Concerns about a radioactive cloud over northern Europe.
Western European foreign affairs and defense ministers meet in Venice.
Disarmament and international terrorism are at the center of the debate.
APRIL 29, 1986
The cold snap is coming to an end...
Not even one word about the appeal trial.
Let's face it, the Tortora case is no longer news.
At present, I am nothing more than an Italian citizen
sentenced to 10 years in prison, a fine of 50 million lire
and disqualification from public office.
It's always there.
What?
My condemnation.
Marmo's here.
Good morning. Everything good?
Happy Sunday. Hello.
So they gave you the Tortora case.
Did you see the files?
It's a boatload of stuff. You're happy, right?
I haven't had time to review anything yet,
it was just assigned yesterday.
They're making us do the trial during the soccer World Cup.
I hope you wrap up first, it's just an appeal.
Provided they let us go forward.
Tortora's defense team asked to move the trial to Milan.
They have doubts about the territorial jurisdiction.
But I think they don't trust us.
A desperate move that will go nowhere.
This appeal is staying put.
And what do you think?
I'll review this boatload of stuff, we've gotta be unassailable.
Michele, the Radicals wanted me dead.
I was almost assigned a security detail.
It's an explosive situation, just so you understand.
But things have calmed down, right?
Thank goodness.
Do your best. Have a nice lunch and a pleasant Sunday.
Bye.
JUDGE
NAPLES, CASTEL CAPUANO JUDICIAL ARCHIVES
- A cat. - For the mice.
Here are all the documents from the trial.
How's it organized?
How? By turncoat.
Everything that Barra said.
Everything that Pandico said.
Everything that Melluso said,
Imperatrice,
Sanfilippo,
Villa, and so on and so forth.
There are a lot of turncoats.
- Is there a witness statement timeline? - Not that I know of.
It needs to be done.
You really want to organize all this stuff?
Let's get started.
Little by little.
Little by little...
INTERROGATIONS PASTRENGO POLICE STATION
-Who is it? -Judge Morello.
NAPLES PASTRENGO POLICE STATION
Good evening, Your Honor.
We held turncoats and dissociated members here.
- All single cells? - Yes, except a cell for four.
There were many turncoats, a constant influx.
We, and the judges, weren't prepared, this was something new.
Serious criminals, detained for multiple murders.
Could they talk to each other?
This is a police station, not a prison,
we adapted it out of necessity.
- Which was Pandico's cell? - This one.
- Were the cells always open? - During the day, yes.
This is the TV room.
If there was an SSC Napoli match, they'd watch it with the officers.
Or the Sanremo Music Festival,
Christmas Mass, San Gennaro's miracle of blood...
They were cooperating, we had to treat them well.
At that time, they weren't granted concessions or sentence reductions,
but they got special favors.
They wanted protection, comfort.
Once, before a cross-examination,
the guy who killed the famous gangster Turatello...
- Pasquale Barra. - He asked for and got champagne.
Follow me.
This is the room where Tortora arrived on a stretcher
in February of 1984.
- Right. - In this exact spot.
You were saying about food and champagne...
These turncoats wanted to eat well,
so the captain called the ministry
and said there was no more money to satisfy their needs.
Di Pietro decided to pay in advance out of his own pocket.
Then, once the preliminary investigation was closed
he requested repayment from the ministry,
and they turned him down flat
because it hadn't been authorized.
Italy is always the same: those who've given, have given,
those who've gotten, have gotten...
But there was an unprecedented miracle,
the Camorra members were confessing, lots of them,
so we'd been authorized to be a bit more lenient.
However, in theory, but also in reality,
all these turncoats and dissociated members
could have all agreed on a version to tell the judges,
planning it.
I don't know, but they certainly enjoyed a certain amount of freedom.
Freedom?
The only thing missing was them asking to go out for an ice cream
or to take a stroll for some fresh air.
Of course, without going too far.
If they were happy, they were more willing to talk.
It's human nature, right? That was the goal.
May I come in?
Morello isn't here?
No, he's working from home.
What's this?
The interrogation timeline of the turncoats:
what they said, when and where.
- What for? - The appeal.
The judge wants to start all over again:
depositions, cross-examinations, testimonies, everything.
Reset the scoreboard.
Back to the courtroom?
We already had a trial.
It's against procedure.
It can't be done.
I'm just a clerk, don't shoot the messenger.
JUNE 10, 1986 APPEAL TRIAL
CROSS-EXAMINATION PANDICO - BARBARO
Mr. Barbaro, Giovanni Pandico declared
he acted as a go-between for you and Enzo Tortora,
during your joint confinement,
to negotiate a drug deal.
What drug deal?
The famous doilies,
which, according to Mr. Pandico,
corresponded to drug shipments.
No, it's a lie.
Excuse me.
They're photographing Mrs. Nadia Marzano and Renato Vallanzasca.
I know it's prohibited.
Remove the photographer.
Go ahead.
It's a lie.
This man, Your Honor, lies knowing he's lying.
He is a lie personified.
I'm telling the truth, he's the one lying,
not out of malice,
but because...
he's crazy.
I embroidered those doilies with my own hands,
in front of you, because you were obsessed with Tortora.
Your Honor, he hated him,
he was so jelly.
Sorry, what does "jelly" mean?
Jelly.
Explain it to the judge.
He was jealous, you know envious.
One day he was a friend, the next day an enemy.
He claimed they communicated with thoughts.
He told me about telepathy and all these weird things.
He said they could communicate from far away,
those types of things.
I understand.
But, Mr. Barbaro, back to these doilies...
Did you send them to Tortora or not?
Of course, and Tortora even answered me.
Some people said it was extortion,
but RAI compensated me, and you even have the receipt.
It's obvious, Your Honor, they had to keep up appearances.
But behind the appearances there's another truth
and I'm repeating it for the thousandth time.
You delivered several drug shipments to Tortora.
And when did I do this? I'm not even in the Camorra!
Back then, in the 70s and 80s.
- It's all untrue. - Of course it is!
During that time, the inmate was incarcerated.
In fact, we ask Mr. Barbaro to tell us
the dates he was incarcerated at Porto Azzurro prison.
I object. The lawyer is influencing the witness.
ATTORNEY GENERAL
How's that pertinent?
We must look at the substance and not the form of the law,
at the human truth of this painful story.
- All this useless blather. - Thanks for the lecture, Professor.
The witness may proceed, thank you.
I was incarcerated at Porto Azzurro from 1972 to 1981.
How could I have delivered drugs if I was in prison?
I couldn't deliver anything to anyone.
Add that to the record.
Attaboy, Counselor!
Because they studied, they act like know-it-alls.
So incompetent!
You made deliveries to Tortora during your home leave.
How? I was always accompanied on home leave.
You're a liar.
He's capable of inventing anything.
Liar!
He's married to falsehood,
while I embrace truth, the public good and justice.
You're sitting here, but you're not here, you don't exist.
You're crazy!
Do you hear him?
What're you saying?
Your creature no longer exists, it has vanished.
But I'm right here!
You're crazy! A crazy liar!
- You're no longer there. - You're nuts.
- Do you hear him? - You've got 30 seconds of autonomy.
Psychiatric diagnosis: "The subject presents
a clinical picture consistent with schizophrenia."
"Tendencies of pathological lying and a persecution complex."
"Impaired perception of reality."
"Schizophrenia."
"Paranoia."
"Pathological lying."
My son gets no benefits...
JUNE 19, 1970
Your son is 30, he needs to work.
But he's unwell.
- What's wrong with him? - He can't get up in the morning...
Manners and democracy: after 15 minutes, it's the next person's turn.
Excuse me, madam, please.
How can I help?
Giovanni Pandico. I need a new copy of my birth certificate.
But you already have a copy, why do you want another one?
This one is creased.
It's crumpled here.
How long will it take?
Next.
Incompetence, sloppiness,
this bored arrogance... You see, boredom for me...
Mrs. Marzano, you asked to testify,
what do you want to tell us?
Yes, I'd like to say what I wasn't able to say at the previous trial.
Did you suddenly remember?
I was afraid and I acted crazy.
It always works, no one understands a thing about craziness.
No, you're really crazy!
Silence!
Your Honor, if this woman is a psychopath...
Barra, be silent!
- She should be committed! - Be silent!
Inside a mental institution!
- And what is this? - Silence!
Who and what were you afraid of?
Pasquale Barra...
he threatened me and told me not to contradict him.
I had to say exactly what he said
or he would kill me.
Killing for him is nothing.
One murder more, or less.
Killing for him is like...
crushing a cockroach with a shoe.
A black one, Your Honor.
Don't interrupt.
And besides, all cockroaches are black!
I mean, to distinguish it from other bugs.
I just read The Gold-Bug by Edgar Allan Poe,
a very special book.
- Pandico, stop! - I'll obey, Your Honor.
Officer, it's really a great story, I recommend it.
Therefore, Mrs. Marzano?
And, therefore...
Enzo Tortora wasn't initiated at my place.
In 1978, I was in Madesimo with my son,
who wasn't even a year old yet.
There is a rental agreement for my apartment in Milan
that starts in 1979.
Before that, the apartment wasn't ready,
it wasn't habitable.
So there wasn't any initiation?
Not at my place.
Court Reporter, did you type that?
You're obsessed with the possibility the court reporter isn't typing things.
Yes, because in the first trial it happened often.
Under the pretext that the lady was in a confused state.
Another lecture from the professors.
Madam, in sound mind, do you confirm what's been said so far?
Yes.
I confirm it all.
Thank you, you may go.
Honey, you did the right thing.
Don't worry, don't be scared.
Petty cow.
The kid? Is he all grown up?
Is he good-looking like you?
Well done, Nadia.
Your Honor, it's clear the direction this is going:
they're prosecuting the informants
instead of the defendants.
You've heard a lot of people
who backed down or changed their story in favor of Tortora.
Do you know why?
Because they're afraid.
They tried with me too.
They told me to retract the accusations against Tortora.
But despite all the pressure,
I'm here and I confirm everything I already said.
Specifically that Enzo Tortora worked for the boss Francis Turatello.
I'll start from the beginning, since I've got nothing to lose.
This is a real man!
Silence.
Silence in the cells!
Silence.
Melluso's a hero, he deserves respect!
Silence!
An illiterate hero.
The defendant Vallanzasca has asked for a face-to-face with you.
Do you accept?
As you wish.
But I've got no clue what he wants.
To show you're a liar!
He doesn't scare me.
Bring Vallanzasca here.
Now let's hear how a violent killer,
bank robber and kidnapper exonerates me.
- Let's figure out why. - That's the beauty of live coverage.
Piece of shit!
I'll kill you!
That isn't a promise, I'll really do it.
Got that, Renatino?
Go fuck yourself!
You're a yes-man!
Aren't you ashamed to be with these four Camorra turds?
Go strut your stuff, moron!
- Renato, think of your mom. - Mind your own business, Dorothy.
What beautiful blue eyes you have.
Or are they light blue? I can't tell.
You're so attractive, Renato, like the prince of France.
- You're so handsome! - Crush that louse!
What's that, Mr. Vallanzasca?
Nothing.
They wanted to talk to me.
Then talk with us.
First of all, I know nothing about the Camorra,
people dragged me into it,
like this guy here.
First he says that I'm in the NCO, then that he got the drugs from Turatello
and gave them to Tortora to sell. All false!
Melluso didn't even know Turatello.
You're a fucking blowhard! There's a photo of them together!
Silence! Silence!
- Gianni. - Renato.
Tell me when you supposedly met Turatello.
Right now I don't remember precisely.
- I didn't ask you a specific day. - I don't remember.
Don't act like Tortora, who asked me the color of my socks and tie...
Don't beat around the bush.
Don't treat me like Tortora because I'm nothing like him.
I'm gonna shove the carrot up your ass in front of everyone now!
Mr. Vallanzasca, moderate your language, you're not at the market.
Gianni,
you don't know the slightest thing about drugs in Milan.
In Milan, at most you were a chicken thief, a mugger of old ladies,
a pimp to those young girls
you forced to work the streets on the outskirts of town.
You're just a small-time hustler.
Dreamboat Gianni... Gianni Cha-Cha-Cha.
Whaddya want from me, Renato?
- Turatello had a tattoo. - A tattoo?
On his left hand.
What was it?
This is Vallanzasca's ace in a hole, a tattoo?
Yep.
What tattoo did he have?
You don't remember?
I'll help you, dammit.
It was of an animal.
He got it in juvie.
- Get to the point, for Christ's sake. - Tell me what tattoo it was.
Let me answer, don't always talk over me!
You didn't know anything about the tattoo either...
What tattoo was it? Don't waste my time, fuck!
I asked you a question!
What was the tattoo?
I never noticed that tattoo.
Actually, put on record that I never saw it.
Done, it's over.
A tattoo this big on his left hand,
and he never saw it!
And do you know why?
Because Turatello kept his distance from people like you.
You couldn't even talk to him.
That's not true!
Pay attention, here comes the carrot.
Your Honor, Turatello had a girlfriend.
Who was his girlfriend?
What was her name?
Was she tall, short, blond, brunette?
What was she like?
You knew him well, right? Describe her to me.
The truth is that you don't know shit.
I know what you're doing.
You're doing this to defend Tortora.
I don't give a fuck about Tortora!
You're doing it as a moral issue, you've taken up this mission.
- Your Honor. - Yes.
Melluso just said that helping in Tortora's defense is a moral issue,
a matter of principle, the principle of justice.
This is a voluntary admission.
A confession, a truth.
Thank you, Melluso, for letting it slip out.
That's what I said?
Renato Vallanzasca, for the love of truth,
because he can't stand to see an innocent man go back to prison,
testified against a false accuser
and publicly shamed him.
But he just said he doesn't give a damn about Tortora.
Literally a "fuck."
I have no comment.
But he didn't know Turatello either.
You're so stupid.
Your Honor...
ATTORNEY GENERAL'S CLOSING ARGUMENT
The defense argues that Pandico is crazy and unreliable.
A crazy person is unreliable
but is not punishable.
Pandico has never sought this loophole,
he admitted his part.
His confessions worsened his personal position.
Pandico never used an insanity defense.
But then, even if he were crazy,
insanity is not an ever-present state.
Craziness changes, it's mutable.
We have to admit that all of us have a little touch of insanity
which, luckily, we're able to control.
This is the difference.
Pandico could've been crazy,
but today we must acknowledge that he has changed.
He's lucid and never contradicts himself,
and those who lie contradict themselves sooner or later.
Giovanni Pandico has never contradicted himself.
Paranoid? History is full of paranoid geniuses.
That's exactly how it is...
Like Torquato Tasso who I encourage everyone to read,
or the great Neapolitan sculptor Vincenzo Gemito,
who had himself voluntarily committed to an asylum.
All great artists.
You as well, perhaps, Attorney General, are a little paranoid.
Sure, sure, of course.
I include myself on the list.
Pandico, don't interrupt the attorney general.
I apologize, I couldn't help myself.
And Melluso?
Insanity isn't his problem.
Either you believe him or you don't.
Right.
The fact that he doesn't remember details about the meetings with Tortora
or of Turatello's private life...
gives more weight to his words
because if he'd invented everything he'd be better prepared
with all those details that public opinion loves.
And the judges as well.
And seven informants still confirm his statements.
Your Honor, members of the Court,
Enzo Tortora
is not a sinister seller of death,
this is an important new element I want to introduce.
He is just a marginal player in the Camorra,
I'll give him credit for this important extenuating circumstance.
But Tortora is, no offense,
a liar,
lying comes naturally to him.
Tortora is a kid who, during summer vacation,
pretends to see the Virgin Mary
to prolong the vacation, demonstrating...
an imagination,
a brazen determination
that I can still see in the Tortora of today.
On the other hand, the lie was necessary for him
to maintain his celebrity status that was undoubtedly won through great effort.
And it was necessary
for him to endure his role,
it had to be chemically sustained.
Therefore, I consider him more of an avid user.
"He was hitting it like crazy!" It's written in the statement.
But not like a drug trafficker.
Wrap it up, please.
My request is
not to acquit him,
because acquitting Tortora would mean
not believing Pandico, Melluso and Barra.
Hence,
acquitting all the defendants!
Your Honor, acquit everyone or no one!
The law is equal for everyone.
You have no choice.
That's how it's done! Good job!
Hi.
Hi, Tullio.
Last week, in Modena, consumption of broad-leaf vegetables
was 70 percent lower than normal.
The Chernobyl nuclear power plant houses four reactors
with 1000 megawatts of electricity each...
Doesn't it bother you?
No.
How's it going?
We've concluded, now it's on us.
And?
Tortora's innocent.
Isn't he a Camorra member?
Barra flips and doesn't name Tortora.
Pandico flips and doesn't name Tortora.
He only does it after the DA shows him
Tortora's name in Puca's girlfriend's notebook,
and it wasn't even the name Tortora but "Tortona,"
with a telephone number.
No match.
Only after Pandico saw the notebook
does he confess that Tortora is a Camorra member.
Barra follows his lead, but not until his 18th interrogation.
From there, an avalanche of confessions, of contrition,
all purely fabricated.
And in fact, not a single accusation held up in court,
not a single piece of evidence was left standing.
The thing is that almost all the judges
in the Naples court system, myself included,
believed these criminals who were lying through their teeth,
without having the slightest doubt
about their contrition.
Judges are so accustomed to silence,
not getting a single word,
that when a Camorra killer,
apparently without asking for anything in return,
confesses, gives names, recounts facts,
to a judge it seems like a miracle.
Can you imagine?
A recorded and signed confession
from a co-conspirator witness?
And alongside him, many others.
The fucking fact checking becomes then useless.
I do believe you!
It's an act of faith, it's a relief!
If Tortora is innocent, he should be acquitted.
Will you say this in closed chambers?
SEPTEMBER 12, 1986
- The closing arguments are finished. - We're done.
If anyone from the prosecutor's office,
the lawyers or any of the defendants have something to say,
they can do so now, before we deliberate in chambers.
I do.
We're listening.
- Is this on record? - Yes.
Don't provoke them.
The ego of judges has no bounds.
No lectures.
Mr. Attorney General,
one thing in particular hurt me in this last trial,
and it is the latest transformation I've undergone thanks to you.
I'm no longer a cynical merchant of death,
but now a weakling, a sucker,
who let himself be fooled because he was short on cash.
I'd like to clarify to this Court
that if I had indeed dealt drugs in a moment of weakness,
kilos of drugs as it has been said,
I wouldn't consider myself a weakling
but a criminal.
And that is why I'm not asking for a reduction in my sentence,
if you find that I'm guilty
then give me 30 years.
Mr. Attorney General, I saw that you went poking around
in the trashy tabloids from 30 years ago
and it's true, in an interview
I told a story about how, as kids back in 1948,
some of my friends and I had fun saying
that we'd seen the Virgin Mary in a cave.
A daring prank, I'll admit.
I wonder if you were ever young,
for your sake I hope so.
You drew a conclusion from this story:
if he pretended to see the Virgin Mary when he was a boy,
then Tortora is a liar forever, so he could be a Camorra member,
a man of many faces.
Mr. Attorney General, I believe it is much less serious
to pretend to see the Virgin Mary at 18 as a joke,
than to believe, as you do,
the words of Giovanni Pandico,
a schizophrenic and a killer,
or those of Melluso,
a robber and a pimp,
or Barra, a heinous mass murderer,
depicting these men as heroes!
In this trial
I haven't been a defendant to be tried.
In some moments, and I say this with the chills,
I felt I was an enemy to be crushed,
because this weak man,
from the first day dared to proclaim his innocence,
because this weak man
upended your belief
according to which you're either a die-hard or a turncoat.
But it's also possible to be a die-hard innocent.
I paid dearly for this distinction,
getting a sentence of 10 years for Camorra ties, for drugs...
don't offend me again, I beg you, for lèse-majesté.
Now, I should conclude by saying, "I have faith."
But I flip the question.
Would you have faith?
I tell you, I am innocent!
I've been shouting it for three years,
and so do the files and facts that have emerged from these hearings.
I am innocent.
I hope from the bottom of my heart
that you are innocent too.
Thank you.
He could have spared us that one.
The Court is adjourned.
Wonderful.
The next one?
Tortora, Enzo Claudio Marcello.
All rise for the Court.
SEPTEMBER 15, 1986 DELIVERY OF THE SENTENCE
In the name of the Italian people, the Court of Appeals of Naples
in view of Article 523 of the Code of Criminal Procedure,
and in modification of the sentence
of September 17, 1985,
appealed by the public prosecutor's office, by the defendants,
whom I will not name for the sake of brevity,
acquits for not having committed the crime, Sanfilippo Salvatore...
-They acquitted me! -And Melluso Giovanni.
It acquits those with prior convictions: Atraus Vincenzo, Corino Mario,
Mandato Gerardo, Marzano Nadia...
Vairano Renato, Vallanzasca Renato.
It confirms the convictions of the appealed ruling
and orders the following defendants to pay for court costs:
Ascaria Mario Roberto, Donnarumma Domenico,
Matano Franco, Pandico Giovanni...
"The Ninth Station: Jesus falls for the third time."
It acquits for not having committed the deed and crimes outlined
in Articles 416 and 416-bis of the Criminal Code,
and because the deed does not exist of the crime outlined
in Article 71 narcotics, the following defendants convicted previously:
Cozzolino Aniello, Cozzolino Riccardo, Mariniello Anna, Moccia Luigi
and Tortora Enzo Claudio.
The Court is adjourned.
-You're all Camorra members! -Go to hell!
Judge, a comment on the ruling.
We convicted those who deserved it and acquitted the others.
This historic ruling represents justice that is just.
I trust in God's omniscience despite the fallibility of men.
There's great satisfaction, but the truth is
that Tortora's a Camorra member!
God is watching us right now.
-Wait, I want to say that... -The government has to support us!
Break a leg! Break a leg!
C'mere, I need to make a statement. Damn it to hell!
Italy has risen! Yes!
"Cry, innocent children,
"better asleep but honest.
"In this land, a furious wind
"is destroying woods and forests,
"and in the gray and threatening sky
"terrible storms are brewing."
Why are you laughing?
No, I'm not laughing.
- Was that Pascoli you quoted? - Pandico.
Still a Giovanni.
- My compliments, very beautiful. - Thanks.
For you.
What? It's not allowed.
You're an intelligent young man.
- How old are you, 25 or 26? - 24.
At your age, I was already locked up.
To survive all this time inside a prison
you have to nurture interests and friendships.
Please, I can't.
You couldn't if I was asking for something in return,
but I'm not asking for anything.
I only want to reward a poetry lover.
Here. Don't offend me.
No, God forbid. Go on.
The officer is corrupt!
He extorted a watch from me!
I want to speak to the warden! Warden!
The officer's corrupt.
Call the warden! Warden!
MILAN FEBRUARY 20, 1987
So,
where were we?
I could say many things, but I'll say just a few.
Allow me one reflection.
Many people lived through this with me,
suffered along with me,
during these terrible years.
Many people gave me what they could, for example, they prayed for me,
and I will never forget it.
And this is a thank you
to these dear, kind people
and you must allow me to say it.
There, I said it.
And I'll add one thing:
I am here,
I know,
also to speak in the name of those who can't speak.
And there are a lot of them.
Too many.
I'm here, I will continue to be here,
for them as well.
And now
let's begin
exactly as we used to do.
Here he is!
Accompanied by the notes of the "Triumphal March" from Aida!
Welcome, Captain.
He set off at a brisk pace.
Perhaps you've already guessed who it is.
Our Portobello!
The symbol of our show.
Portobello, want to come out?
Here he is. Portobello is back.
I'd like to start
with a guest I care deeply about.
She is a woman who, in the past,
I failed to truly understand
the deep pain in her eyes.
Please welcome her with a round of applause.
Ladies and gentlemen, Aurora.
Her name is a wonderful omen.
From this evening on, she'll be our regular guest
and we'll call her
the Mysterious Crying Girl.
- Enzo, I'm speechless. - Just a moment, then we'll celebrate.
Let him go.
You made me cry, thank you.
You aren't gonna ask how it went?
How'd it go?
Great, a huge success.
Anna, it's really the last season.
I can't do this show anymore.
Wait.
I won't change my mind.
And I already know how to end it.
What does that mean?
Nothing tragic,
just a change.
- Enzo, everything's ready. - Coming.
Dad.
- Are you coming? - I'll be there.
This is how it went.
I can't play the game anymore.
Here we are.
I'm so sorry to interrupt, but we've just arrived.
JUNE 26, 1987 LAST EPISODE OF PORTOBELLO
There are children representing every part of the world,
a light rain that's stopping,
a loving audience that this evening
is surrounding the Portobello cameras.
A warm embrace to the people from Milan who brought us
their animals, big and small, for our farewell show.
In this unusual setting,
at the bottom of the ark's stairs...
We were waiting for you to have the camel enter the ark.
Let's have him enter.
Slowly.
I have so many people to thank
that I'd have to make the show last for too long.
But the huge audience who've watched our show for years,
it's only right that we thank them.
Thank you to Anna, my sister,
and Angelo Citterio who were the writers
behind this special Friday show.
Thank you to Gigliola Barbieri, to RAI Channel 2,
and to all those who, through their hard work,
Friday after Friday, created this story.
A story of individuals, of people.
ENZO TORTORA DIED 11 MONTHS LATER.
AT 59 YEARS OLD.
Revised and Synchronized by FAST TITLES MEDIA
All reference to people and real events
has been artistically elaborated by the authors.
The various roles have been reinterpreted for dramatic purposes.
Any connection with people who have lived or are living,
not explicitly identified, is coincidental.