What's going on?
Commander, answer!
Agent Pizzelli has been hit!
By a landmine, I think. There could be more.
I need backup.
Balduccio!
Balduccio Remora!
We know you're in there!
I know who you really are,
and you know who I am!
I'm going to count to five.
Actually, let's make it 10.
Then, we'll start to walk.
If there are other mines,
and I step on one,
your sister will be the next one to blow up!
I'm starting to count now!
One.
Two.
My real name is Nino Scotellaro.
Three.
I spent my life fighting Cosa Nostra. Now you see me like this.
Four.
Someone even called me a hero.
Five.
We all know a hero's destiny.
Six.
To die for the glory, with dedicated monuments.
Seven.
Or to be thrown off a pedestal.
Eight.
I've never had a monument dedicated to me.
Nine.
And since I can no longer be a hero...
Ten!
I've decided to become what they turned me into.
The bad guy.
EIGHT YEARS EARLIER
I forgot.
I went sea urchin fishing.
I know, it's illegal right now.
Going to arrest me?
Have a good day, Mr. Scotellaro.
Are those handcuffs really necessary?
Ask his cellmate.
SALVATORE TRACINA 19 MURDERS (6 COMMITTED BARE-HANDED)
I have three certainties in my life.
This fucking rhinitis,
Palermo's soccer coaches, who'll be dismissed in three months,
and Salvatore Tracina's silence.
So what happened?
You bored of being here?
How about spending the rest of your life...
in some nice place
THE WONDERS OF ABRUZZO CUPOLI
in witness protection
at a remote location with good meat and fresh air?
Can you tell me something about Mariano Suro?
MARIANO SURO COSA NOSTRA'S BOSS OF THE BOSSES
FUGITIVE FOR 15 YEARS ORDERED 200 MURDERS
Suro killed half of your family. I don't know who hates him more.
You're a magistrate. You shouldn't hate anyone.
For that matter, I shouldn't smoke either, given my allergy.
Anyway, people like us don't die because of cancer.
Want to see something?
Did you call me just to put on this show?
Do you know why they call Mariano Suro The White Shark?
Because when he's in captivity... he dies.
Mariano Suro can't stay in the same place.
He constantly changes his address, and he needs a place to store his stuff.
Here's the address.
Run!
-What a beauty! -Run, stupid.
SICILY-ITALY FINALLY UNITED!
Hey, this one's no good.
Hey, hottie.
Hey, Leo, you're all dressed up.
Fuck off, Nico.
You be the hooker next time.
Well?
It works. Let's go.
-Good job, Scotellaro. -Thanks.
No, I meant...
My brother's always been an attention-seeker.
Good for you.
Can you summarize what's in there?
Well, there are all sorts of clothes.
From tailored clothes to tracksuits,
handmade shoes and slippers,
three safety boxes of unknown content
and food, from cured meats to frozen foods.
Even panettone.
He's even ready for Christmas Eve dinner.
A silicone model of Mary Jane Handygirl.
Who?
It's a lifelike inflatable doll.
At first, we thought it was a kidnapping.
Then, there are about 400 boxes of mineral water
of a brand no one's heard of... "Amazonian Rain."
Not mineral water.
They get it from the Amazon, when it rains.
It never touches the ground.
It's the lightest water. It contains no mineral salts.
-So? -So, Suro suffers from kidney failure.
It's serious.
-So? -So...
I'm working on an idea.
-Okay, in the meantime, shall we get in? -No way.
Why not?
There are three safes. Suro's archive might be in there.
First, let's make sure that mysterious archive exists.
Our sources say so. It contains proof of the State-Mafia Pact.
Phone calls, conversations, a list of politicians...
We want to catch him. Not his phone records.
From my experience, you need to act quickly.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Giusy...
Let's go in.
So?
All good, sir. All clear.
Of course, mobsters don't kill magistrates anymore.
Car accidents...
Those will kill you.
-Good night, sir. -Good night.
Is this out?
Mandorla?
Mandorla!
You're out of your mind! I almost had a heart attack!
Fucking bodyguards!
You're all fired! Executed!
-You scared the shit out of me! -I know.
I'm happy you're here.
How are you?
-How's the situation? -Really shitty.
All right.
When will you get him?
We're not.
Instead of arresting Suro, we'll rob his mini market.
You came here for nothing.
I'm sorry.
I don't mind.
A jump that left everyone breathless.
Dwayne Leblanc performed a backflip with a quadruple spin,
winning the 25th edition of the Freestyle World Ski Championship
that took place in the splendid Dolomites.
This is the Canadian's third victory in a row.
No one has achieved this before.
He dedicated the victory to his fans, family and girlfriend.
HUMAN ORGANS FOR TRANSPLANT HANDLE WITH CARE
Nino?
Who is it?
Hello?
What?
Just a second.
Did you not tell me something?
I don't know.
What does the National Transplant Center want?
Hello?
Scotellaro?
Can you come here?
Nino, open up!
Open up, Nino!
-Why am I out of the operation? -I have to fire my bodyguards.
What do you mean I'm out?
It's simple as that. You're out from the operation.
Everybody inside.
Since when does a magistrate interfere with a ROS colonel's decision?
-I asked him a personal favor. -Really? That's Mafia-like behavior.
Says the one who pulled strings to join the force.
SEAFOOD TRINACRIA
Who asked you to do that? You did that because I was a gutter punk.
You were a junkie. That was the big problem.
You're fucking sexist, paternalistic and egocentric! Dickhead!
I have some flaws.
Are you done?
Listen, we don't have much time.
Mariano Suro suffers from kidney failure.
Therefore, he needs a transplant.
While Costardello is about to raid Suro's warehouse,
a kidney will arrive for a guy at the hospital.
In my opinion, this kidney will never arrive at the hospital.
We're here.
Sir?
Abort!
Why?
Remember "Amazonian Rain"?
At the time it was an idea. Now, it's for certain.
He'll do it! Tonight!
Who? What's happening tonight?
Suro is undergoing a kidney transplant, and I know where.
Got him this time.
Excuse me, who says Suro's there?
I'm telling you now, Costardello.
My sister's there.
What?
How dare you order my agent to carry out an unauthorized operation?
All right, you can spank me later. Hurry up.
No, we don't know if the new area is safe!
I'm not risking the lives of 12 agents.
I understand. I'll go.
"A magistrate who died instead of 12 special operations agents."
I'll have this written in my obituary.
-Going out like that? -No, I'll put my shoes on.
Commander, what should we do?
Come on. Come on.
Shit!
Someone warned him.
Not a week or a day before.
No, someone warned him a minute before we intervened.
How is this possible? Because I really don't know.
Every time we're about to arrest Suro, he gets away.
Three possible scenarios.
Either he's damn lucky and a really lucky bastard,
or he has superpowers, and this could be possible,
or someone is helping him.
Mariano Suro has the state by the balls!
They act like they want to catch him, but it's not true! No one wants to!
Two hundred homicides and 28 life sentences. This man's free!
We've been after him for 15 years. He's been fucking with us for 15 years.
I'm fucking sick of being fucked around with!
It was 20 years ago, at 10:45 a.m.,
when 30 kilograms of TNT swept away the boat
of public prosecutor, Paolo Bray, off the coast of Marzamemi.
Next week, on the anniversary of that terrible attack
ordered by the Cosa Nostra boss, Mariano Suro,
our network will broadcast the TV series,
The Good Magistrate, for the first time.
It focuses on the life and commitment of the Italian hero,
who fought against the Mafia.
Meanwhile, his daughter is our guest tonight in our studio.
She survived the massacre of Marzamemi, Attorney Luvi Bray. Good evening.
Good evening.
I'd like to start
by asking you a somewhat obvious but important question.
How much do you miss him?
I don't miss my father because he's in my heart
and in all citizens' hearts.
Memory is the only thing we can use to oppose death.
My father won't be really dead
as long as people still remember him and continue his battle.
ROME
No sugar and a drop of cold milk.
The ordinary court of Rome,
first criminal section, in full court,
having considered Article 530 of the code of criminal procedure,
acquits the accused...
Yes!
...Mormora Francesco Maria,
of all of his charges, as the facts do not exist.
-Thief! -Of course the court does.
Silence please...
Thief!
Silence!
I don't know how you did it, but you're phenomenal.
Thief!
I bet against you but...
Italian justice sure is surprising.
Especially with a good lawyer.
Anyway, may I know why you called me here?
You're a real dickhead, Scotellaro.
I try my best, Minister.
I bet you have many enemies in Palermo after what you said.
Not really my friends either.
How about relocating to Rome?
To do what?
The same thing, but you'd be safe and independent.
I'd like to assign you to the Criminal Affairs Division.
Did my wife ask you?
No, I just like dickheads.
Only an arrogant raving madman can think of how to really change things.
What do you say, Scotellaro, shall we change things together?
Things...
He's right. It's what we were all thinking.
-Who wants seconds? -Thinking and saying it aren't the same.
-He already said it. Calamari? -But everyone's pissed now.
Costardello talked to me for an hour and a half.
I don't trust him either.
-You can't do whatever the fuck you want! -There's only one calamari left!
-It's a shame to leave it. -All right. Thanks.
Anyway, Nino, your calamari's delicious.
How do you make them?
It's easy. You separate the head from the tentacles,
then take a pastry bag...
The team's purpose is to share information.
You can't do what you want and have us find out
that ROS was used on another mission, screwing both of them up.
Enough.
Maybe you're right.
I'm not a good teammate.
In fact...
In fact?
I have to tell you something.
Well...
Nino? Excuse me. Where's the bathroom?
The bathroom?
-It's where it's always been. -I don't remember.
I'll show you, come.
This isn't the bathroom.
No, this is my study.
Do you really have to go or do you have something to say?
No.
Yes.
There is something I have to tell you. But I also have to piss, I think.
-Giusy, are you all right? What's wrong? -Bastianello.
Bocca, Caldoro,
Ciampi, Del Buono, Diacono, Frezza,
Gargiulo, Gerardi, Giorgianni.
I remember my middle school roll call by heart.
But I have no idea what we just ate in the other room three seconds ago.
I can't remember.
I get confused.
You're probably tired. It happens. Come on.
I'm not tired.
Nino...
I have Alzheimer's.
I'm going to resign tomorrow.
All the people who fought against Cosa Nostra got blown up.
How come we're still here?
I want you to take over.
Stop it. You're not resigning. You're not capable of doing nothing.
Can I count on you?
Why didn't you say you accepted the offer?
Giusy's resigning and wants me to take over.
-What do you think? -Me?
If I leave too, will we be throwing away 15 years of work?
No, give it to Mandorla!
You've already wasted 15 years.
-With your big speech. -I just told the truth.
-One should never tell the truth. -Thanks for the life lesson!
No, I thank you. I worked hard with Mormora to get you that job.
Since when did I need a manager?
Since you decided to screw up.
What the fuck do you know?
How many fugitives have you arrested?
-None, just like you. -Fucking bitch.
We could have slept together every night, had sex in our own bed.
Have breakfast without worrying about flights.
We will.
I have to catch Suro first. How is it that I care more than you do?
You don't know what you did. They want to suspend your escort.
You know this better than I do.
They isolate you, then they let you die.
Suro already killed my father. I'm not going to your funeral.
-Fuck that. -Right, you better knock on wood.
I wish every morning was like this.
On your salary as a Carabiniere? You wish.
A special Carabiniere.
Still a Carabiniere.
You know I love you?
Thanks.
The money?
I put it in your bag.
I love you, too.
Hey! You didn't sleep at all, right?
I'm still grounded anyway. I'm on headsets all day.
-Listen, can I ask you a favor? -No, Nico. You're doing the night shift.
No, not that.
Can you get me tickets for tonight's premiere?
The Good Magistrate? Are you crazy?
Mirko Carlini's attending and my wife talks about him.
-She finds him sexy. -Scotellaro plus one. Go on my behalf.
Who's the plus one?
My brother hopes I'll bring a decent guy home.
Good luck with that.
Colonel...
I don't want to go because I have a date.
I don't have the keys.
Shit, I told his daughter.
-Whose daughter? -His, Sorriso's!
-Shit, when has this ever happened? -I even did it yesterday...
Can we go? And people can think badly now, then it comes out and all.
-It's not cool. -Okay.
So, what do we do? Stay like this?
Okay.
Good, you know what?
Did you see that guy, by the way?
The judge, showing off on TV.
Who? Scotellaro?
"If you want people to be good, fry them."
My father always said that.
PAOLO BRAY THE GOOD MAGISTRATE
He didn't believe in the goodness of people.
He was inflexible, hard.
Rigid. Paolo Bray.
But he profoundly believed in the goodness of causes.
He committed to one
and was faithful to it... until his death.
I don't know if my father was a good man
or whether I am a good person.
But I know for sure
that on that day, in Marzamemi,
a part of me died with him.
I'm deeply grateful to all the people who worked on The Good Magistrate.
A beautiful production that keeps Paolo Bray's memory alive.
I want to thank the cast.
You're wonderful!
Bravo, Mirko!
Thank you to those who fight for the state.
And thank you to my father... always.
"And special thanks to my husband."
It's unbelievable you're not the star for once.
-You did well. -I know.
Mr. Bray,
you've always been my role model.
I pursued my career because of you.
Mirko Carlini is really lousy.
You taught me which side to be on.
Nino...
If you really are on the good side, then be good.
Her mother died when she was a kid.
I was never around much because of my job.
He doesn't look like me.
They are over there. Stop it.
Do you get it?
Of course, Mr. Bray.
Don't be late.
Mr. Scotellaro? You have to come with us.
-Later! -See you soon!
You kidding?
What's going on?
We'll talk later.
-Dad! -No!
Dad!
Mr. Bray!
Dad!
CENTRAL JUDICIAL PRISON
I'm sorry, sir.
-You need to get undressed. -Are you serious?
You're kidding me!
As soon as things straighten out tomorrow, I'll send you to Asinara, I swear!
Come on! Inside!
I'm supposed to meet my lawyer.
Here he is.
I remember him quite differently.
-Your shirt? -I swapped it for half a box of cigars.
-How are you? -My nose? Fine. Really shitty.
Next time, you'll be in real clothes.
Damn, so many?
How long do I have to stay?
Well...
I might find out more in here than working outside.
You know what I heard today?
That Suro is going to make his daughter, Teresa the madwoman,
marry Tracina's only surviving son, Enzuccio.
Nino...
Did you see that guy, the judge who was showing off on TV?
Who? Scotellaro?
Yeah! He held a press conference.
"Someone's helping the Mafia and Suro."
He's got some fucking nerve!
Everyone knows he's helping Suro.
-What the fuck is he bragging about? -Maybe he was sending a signal.
Yeah, right, he wants to send a signal.
If Scotellaro wants to talk to Suro, he just needs to call him.
Apparently, it's...
Vito Alosa and Giuseppe Sebaste. Seven murders together.
Who made the wiretapping?
They did a great job.
They used two idiots, who knew they were tapped,
staged it, and had my sister listen to it.
-I'm in here because of this? -No, not just because of this.
Of course I know Nino Scotellaro.
Suro once told me: "You see that guy? The judge is with Cosa Nostra."
Everyone knows he's protecting Suro.
People buy this bullshit?
They say that's why you diverted the raid.
-Who's the prosecutor? -Belgioioso at Caltanissetta.
He hates me. I had him relocated from Palermo.
He issued a search at our house.
What the fuck did they find?
Commander!
A burner.
That's because they planted it.
We have to prove it.
So what did it show?
According to the records, the phone only communicated with another burner.
Which belongs to?
Belgioioso claims...
He's trying to prove that it's Suro's.
Is this a joke?
He even married his victim's daughter.
Of course, Scotellaro had Paolo Bray killed.
He's the one who told Suro where, how and when.
So now I killed your father too?
Nino...
I swear I'm going to get you acquitted.
In the name of the Italian people...
THE LAW IS THE SAME FOR ALL
...the court of assizes of Caltanissetta pronounces the following sentence.
Having considered Articles 533 and 535 of the code of criminal procedure,
Antonino Scotellaro has been found guilty of all charges
in heading A of the index.
He is thus sentenced to 15 years.
Having considered Article 29 of the criminal code,
he is perpetually banned from public office.
This hearing is closed.
FIVE YEARS LATER
Mr. Scotellaro?
Sir.
Oh, God!
You scared of getting a ticket?
Bullshit.
Very funny.
STRAIT OF MESSINA
Do you have a tissue?
Help!
Help! Wake up!
We're drowning.
Help! Wake up!
Help!
Give me the fucking key!
Damn it!
What a fucking show.
It is the greatest tragedy in Italy in the last 15 years.
The Strait of Messina Bridge collapsed at 11:11 a.m.
There are dozens and dozens of casualties.
Right now, it's impossible to get an accurate number.
There are a lot of missing people for whom there is little hope of survival.
Among them is Antonino Scotellaro,
former anti-Mafia prosecutor
convicted of Mafia association...
He was headed with other inmates to the facility,
where he did social work.
The police vehicle on which he was travelling sank in the Mediterranean Sea
along with countless other vehicles.
In a twist of fate, Scotellaro seems to be a victim of the collapsed bridge
whose construction seems to have been
contracted out to companies close to Cosa Nostra.
TERMINAL - CUPOLI REGIONAL BUS
SALT, TOBACCO AND STAMPS
Sir!
Tracina...
Do your little trick for me?
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
You still want to arrest Mariano Suro?
-It's a miracle you're alive. -I want to kill him.
I made a promise. I'll keep it.
And you want to go to Sicily. How will you face it?
How will I face it? With this face.
Balduccio Remora?
Welcome to Wowter World.
Who the fuck remembers his face?
Exactly.
Cousin Balduccio.
I know, I'm paranoid.
How can you place a bomb to kill a famous fugitive of Cosa Nostra?
I'm the bomb.
Seems like a fucking stupid plan.
Thanks.