Confessione di un commissario di polizia al procuratore della repubblica (Confessions of a Police Ca Page #2

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- What?

I said:
due to lack of evidence?

Due to lack of everything.

Do you know how much this

concrete jungle has cost so far?

And 59 killings.

Those are the ones in the cemetery.

A great many of them are buried

right here:
in cement.

But what are you gonna do, .tear down half the city? I

Where do you live anyway?

- Here in the vicinity.

Well, watch out. One of these days

you'll tum on the lap, and blood will run out.

Or you'll see something

in a crack in the wall,

scrape It out and what will you see?

A finger, or an eye.

You live in a penthouse?

I have three rooms on the second oor. Why?

Sounds kind of small.

You'll see:
one of these days,

a friend will approach you...

and offer you the penthouse, at very

good conditions. You inspire confidence.

Are you sure Lomunno wasn't present

when the shooting took place?

And risk getting shot?

They have people that get paid for that.

Okay, you can 90-

Okay, all is in order.

Anyway, I'll take a chance on making

an ass of myself again.

You give me a warrant,

and I'll arrest him.

You're certain that this was

Lomunno's work?

If he was warned that LiPuma was

out to get him...

why didn't he just Inform the police of that?

Thanks.

Instead you suggest that he set a trap?

For me it's still not clear.

I'll Issue a summons for Lommuno to appear

for questioning. Let's see what he has to say.

If you want, I can tell you

say what he will say...

I'll proceed with questioning Lommuno.

If you get orders from me to arrest him,

there won't be any lack of evidence.

Send me your interim report as soon as possible,

and the file on Lomunno. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Traini.

Go f*** yourself, you...

piece of sh*t!

What are you looking so happy about?

Me? Nothing, chief. It's cold, that's all.

I'll repeat:
you need to keep all

this to yourself.

We're up to our necks In this,

and I want you to stay out of it.

No, Captain, I'm like Ivy:

where I stick, there I stay.

The newspapers.

Hello?

Mr. Traini?

It's me.

I have Mr. Malta on the line for you.

Hello, Traini.

Good morning, Mr. Malta

How are you?

Good.

So, this shooting In Via Plebiscito

a real massacre!

There were more than 100 shots fired.

There were four bullet holes In LIPuma's body,

two of which were fatal.

When did he get out of the insane asylum?

What?

I said:
When was he released from

the mental hospital?

Who?

Well, LiPuma. You mean you haven't been

informed of that yet?

Who's in charge of the investigation?

Captain Bonavia.

Ah, the best man for It - introverted, mulish but efficient!

Didn't he tell you about the asylum?

Yes. It's In the report he sent me.

Michele LiPuma, confined in 1964.

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