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Okay, Tomasso, let's go.

Back to the hotel,

Mr. Welles?

Be right there.

You in next?

Because there's definitely

something tricky going on.

Why you say that?

I got this bit player

dying in my arms.

...and he didn't look

like an addict to me.

And he was definitely

trying to tell me something.

He was whispering.

What do you mean?

What did he say?

Perhaps I owe you

an introduction.

I know who you are.

You are the

Army Occupation.

You have

invaded Cinecitta.

Ah, the camera.

I would have apologized, but I

was struck dumb by your beauty.

Americans think the world is

made so they can play with it.

The Italians own

everything worth having.

The best wine,

the best food.

Except when

we are starving.

In that case, may I

invite you to dinner?

You may not!

The bit player,

he was my stepfather.

Oh, I'm...

I guess you'll be dining

alone, Mr. Welles.

I wouldn't bet

on it, T omasso.

What's your story

with the cops?

Fat one an old flame?

I used to work here. Criminal

Investigation Department.

You're a little

young to be a cop.

Ex-cop.

Ex-cop?

I made life difficult

for the wrong people.

So, cop, what kind

of fellow was Dellere?

Take my advice. Italy is a

very dangerous place right now.

Anger from the war.

Don't get involved.

So you think it was

a vendetta of some kind?

You have a problem

understanding my English?

No. What's going on?

Communist demonstration.

Hey, hey, wait!

T ogliatti,

T ogliatti.

Hey, wait.

Mr. Welles, come back.

Hey, wait.

Hey, what the hell

are you doing?

Get out of the shot.

Never know when it

might come in handy.

Come on, this

is dangerous.

You should see it

from up here, Tomasso.

It's great.

Hey, hey, time to go. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Stay with me.

I love the spirit,

the chaos.

The Italian people,

they've been through so much.

...they really deserve

some kind of democracy.

A guy who drives in a limousine

is gonna talk to me about people?

Well, you seem happy

enough to be driving one.

Do I seem

happy to you?

Tommaso, come on,

let's get out of here.

Nero.

What do you want?

They say you held him when he died.

Come in.

We are ebrei.

Jews.

When the Nazi come,

they raid the ghetto.

Everywhere they

take people away.

He give me a paper,

Signor Dellere...

...that say I am

born a Catholic.

I see. Like a

birth certificate.

If Jews had saints...

...they would pray

to Signor Dellere.

They're ready for

you, Signor Welles.

May God protect

you, Mr Welles.

Only death.

...knows all the answers.

Stop!

Signor Dellere's

last shot.

Is no usable.

None of it.

Now I must go to the funeral,

but tomorrow we do the re-shoots.

T ell me, did the

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