Exterior Night (2022) s01e06 Episode Script

We're ready to shoot.
Everyone in position.
Shooting!
Rolling!
Ciak, please.
The Moro kidnapping.
Scene 25, shot 5, take one.
Action!
"Comrades, the battle
begun on March 16
with the capture of Aldo Moro,
has come to its conclusion.
Following the interrogation
and the people's trial
the Christian Democracy president
has been sentenced to death."
MAY 8
Fuck!
Go, go!
Duck down.
You only have a few minutes.
Go in.
President.
Father.
Father.
You're the first person
I've seen face to face in here.
How's my family?
My little grandson Luca?
He's fine, they're all fine.
How are you?
How do I look?
Thinner, but well.
Will you give me communion?
If you want, of course.
The last time was on March 15.
First I must confess, though.
What could you have to confess,
president?
Various things.
One is particularly serious, I think.
For several days
I've been feeling an impulse
that is uncontrollable
and recurrent.
It's a feeling
I didn't think belonged to me
and yet it's tormenting me.
I have hated. And I still hate
some of my old friends from the
party who are no longer friends.
This hatred is directed
to some in particular.
I wish they were here
so I could shout it in their faces,
to get it off my chest, but I've
never raised my voice in my life.
All those two faced persons
that know everything,
but despite that they know nothing
about life and love.
I know it's a grave sin,
but the more I fend it off,
the more it returns.
I hate the Honorable Andreotti,
who was the mastermind
of this whole business,
the others were merely
servants obeying his orders.
A cold hearted man, impenetrable,
without doubts, without a heartbeat,
who has never shown
a moment of compassion.
Do you hear the way I'm talking?
Go ahead, let it out.
The point is, regarding this man
who has done evil,
I have always had
an abiding mistrust,
but I refused to acknowledge it.
I chose not to acknowledge it,
you see?
And that is unforgiveable.
And then
I can't resign myself to dying.
-Which is not a sin.
-No, it isn't.
They're going to kill me,
aren't they?
No, why?
Never despair. Your friends
-Which friends?
-You still have so many: Cossiga
Cossiga, come on.
An ingrate.
Although he has an excuse.
What?
He's bipolar, he's cyclothymic.
He's up, he's down, an unhappy man.
If Cossiga were on trial
he could plead partial infirmity.
See how I'm talking, how much hatred?
Don't say that. Otherwise,
how can I give you communion?
-The Gospel.
-I know it's important,
especially now that I am alone
in the face of death.
But, Father, before that day,
I saw many people die who were
dear to me, friends, brothers.
All natural deaths,
cared for, comforted.
Some in their sleep.
How lucky
to die in your sleep.
To pass unobserved
from life to death.
But
after what I saw that morning,
and to be the only one
who survived
Now, after all these days
that I've had to cohabit
with this remorse
that has kept me up at night,
now it seems they're all agreed,
these gentlemen,
my friends in the party,
to condemn me to death,
in a country that has abolished
the death penalty.
A law professor sentenced
to death by a jury of people
who do not recognize
our state and our laws.
It's all grotesque, it's all wrong.
But now, at this point, I ask you,
beyond hell, heaven,
the afterlife, the light
What's so crazy
What's so crazy
about not wanting to die?
I don't want to die.
Yes, I confirm it, so what?
They say I'm crazy,
but I'd be crazy
if I didn't want to live, right?
How do I look?
Do I really look well?
Pardon?
My face, what's it like?
Normal, I told you.
Suicide is a madman
committing a mortal sin,
but if I cling to life
with all my strength,
I reason, I write incessantly
from morning till night,
to save my life,
what's so crazy about that?
I think they want us to finish up.
They bring up
the reason of state, sacrifice
You know, they expect
impeccable handwriting from me?
Do they realize where I am?
That I'm here,
not in the corridors of parliament!
Tell them, Father.
I've given up everything,
all public office.
I have nothing anymore.
I might have become President of
the Republic in November.
Why
should I give up my life as well?
Time's run out.
Yes, but have faith.
Have faith.
The hardliners are buckling.
So many, thousands
want your release.
Millions of Italians are waiting for
you, believers and nonbelievers.
They're waiting for me to die.
No, they're convinced
more than hopeful.
All we can do is wait and hope,
praying. Prayer.
Here. You keep it.
Thank you, Father.
Thank you.
Until the very end.
-Reason will prevail.
-Yes.
Common sense.
And it wouldn't be the first time.
We'll see each other again,
I'm sure of it.
I absolve you from your sins
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son and of
the Holy Spirit. Amen.
-The body of Christ.
-Amen.
Time's up, let's go.
Goodbye, president.
You know we won't see each other
out of here,
or they wouldn't have let you come.
Duck down.
"I am in the hands of God and yours.
Pray for me,
remember me softly.
Caress the sweet little ones,
everyone.
May God help you all.
A kiss with love to all."
Tomorrow the DC will meet
as Dad wanted.
They won't lift a finger
to have Dad freed.
The party of compromise,
but with Aldo they've become
intransigent, inflexible,
that's why I'm furious.
Lord, I want to believe in you.
O Lord, may my faith be whole,
unreserved,
and may it guide my thoughts,
my way of judging
divine and human things.
Francesco, Mr. Piecznick has arrived.
See him in.
Sit, keep going.
Minister.
Anything new? Anything relevant?
Nothing.
The usual mythomaniacs
and time wasters, but far fewer.
Italians are getting tired of it,
you know?
Like a drama with no ending.
Some are even making bets.
Anyway, I can't sleep,
at the first sign the first!
Immediately.
MAY 9
-Where are we going, Your Holiness?
-I don't know.
What's going on?
We're traveling today.
-You didn't eat anything?
-No.
He doesn't have to eat,
if he's not hungry.
Get dressed. No hurry.
Would you like to shave?
No.
No.
As you wish.
Are you ready?
Yes.
Say goodbye to your colleagues
from me.
I will.
We're freeing you.
Duck down.
Open it.
Someone's coming!
Quiet.
-Good morning, going to school?
-Yes, I need to hurry,
-it's almost seven.
-Me too, I forgot my purse.
You were right, the allocation of
condominium expenses is wrong.
-Got a new car?
-The other one was falling apart.
Bye.
MAY 9
THE FAMILY MIGHT KNOW
IF HE'S STILL ALIVE
Calling all cars. Attention.
A suspicious vehicle
has been found in Via Caetani.
I repeat, in via Caetani,
a side street off
Via delle Botteghe Oscure.
The car is a red Renault 4,
license plate:
Roma N57686.
The area from Via delle Botteghe
Oscure to Via dei Funari is isolated.
All patrol cars to converge
in Via Caetani.
It's President Moro!
It's the president!
-He's alive.
-He's alive, he's breathing.
President!
He's alive!
He's alive! President Moro!
Help me get him out!
President!
Help me get him out.
Carefully.
Carefully.
Set up a second, wider cordon
around the entire hospital.
-Use the helicopters.
-They're already deployed.
-I can't hear them.
-They're in the air.
Call the Minister of Defense.
Don't forget double cordon.
This being the situation,
I wish to acknowledge
the generosity of the Red Brigades,
who, by grace,
spared my life
and restored my freedom.
For this I am deeply grateful.
As for the rest, after everything
that has happened,
I have no choice but to state
my thorough incompatibility
with the Christian Democracy.
I shall forego all public office,
any future candidature
is to be excluded.
I resign from the DC.
-Hello?
-Is this Professor Franco Tritto?
-Who's speaking?
-Niccolai.
-Niccolai who?
-Are you Professor Franco Tritto?
Yes, I want to know who's speaking.
The Red Brigades.
We are fulfilling
the president's last wishes,
by communicating to his family
where the Honorable Moro's body is.
-What should I do?
-Can't you hear me?
-No, please repeat that.
-I can't.
You must communicate to the family
that they will find the Honorable
Moro's body in Via Caetani.
-Via?
-Caetani. There's a red Renault 4.
The first numbers
of the license plate are N5.
N5. Do I need to call them?
-No, you should go there in person.
-No, I can't.
- You have to.
- I can't.
I'm sorry,
if you call them on you would fail
to comply with the requests
-made expressly by the president.
-Please, talk with my father.
All right.
Hello? What is it?
You should go to the Honorable
Moro's family or send your son.
Do it. Your son already
has the message.
-Can't I go?
-Of course.
-Can you do it urgently?
-Yes.
This was the Honorable Moro's
last wish.
To communicate to his family
how they can retrieve his body.
All right? Goodbye.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon
them. May they rest in peace, amen.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Shame on you!
You killed him!
It's Cossiga!
Murderer!
Now you come to cry, eh?
Now you come to cry, eh?
Could have thought of it before!
Clowns!
My sweet Noretta,
after a moment of slim optimism,
we are now, I believe,
at the final moment.
In this moment there is
infinite tenderness towards you.
United in my memory,
live together,
it will be as if I'm among you.
Kiss and hug everyone for me.
To each my immense tenderness
passing through your hands.
Be strong, my sweet one,
in this absurd
and incomprehensible ordeal.
These are the ways of the Lord.
I wish I knew how,
with my small mortal eyes,
I will see afterwards,
if there were light,
it would be wonderful.
When will the state funeral be ?
"Aldo Moro's precise wish is
to refrain from any public event
or ceremony or speech.
A wish the party
and the state must respect.
No national mourning or state
funeral or posthumous medals.
The family withdraws into silence
and asks for silence.
Aldo Moro's life and death
will be judged by history."
Thank you.
Moro's body was not,
as the papers have written,
lying on the back cushions
Luigi, can you come here
for a moment?
behind the back seat
huddled our poor friend,
president Moro.
He had apparently a suit
So the position I saw first just
when they took away the cushions.
He has two blankets.
He was naturally huddled
because he was not able to move
To the Prime Minister Andreotti.
Immediately. It's irrevocable.
This is why we claim
TURIN, MAY 10
that the revolutionary act of
justice exercised by the Red Brigades
against the criminal politician
Aldo Moro,
is the highest act of humanity
for the communist and
revolutionary proletarians
in this class-divided society.
MAY 10, 1978
IN TORRITA TIBERINA, ALDO MORO'S
FUNERAL IS CONDUCTED PRIVATELY
MAY 13, 1978
THE STATE FUNERAL IS CONDUCTED
WITHOUT ALDO MORO'S CASKE
A politician with a great mind
JULY 9, 1978
PERTINI'S INAUGURAL SPEECH
AS PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC
and vast culture, Aldo Moro.
What a void he has left
in his party and in this assembly.
If he had not been
cruelly assassinated,
he, not me, would be speaking
to you from this place today!
AUGUST 8, 1978
POPE PAUL VI DIES THREE MONTHS
AFTER HIS FRIEND ALDO MORO
MAY 29, 1978
ADRIANA FARANDA AND
VALERIO MORUCCI ARE ARRESTED
IN PRISON THEY BEGIN
TO DISASSOCIATE FROM BR
JUNE 24, 1985
COSSIGA IS ELECTED PRESIDEN
I swear to be faithful
to the republic
and to respect its constitution.
ANDREOTTI LEADS THE ITALIAN STATE
UNTIL 1992
ELEONORA MORO DIES IN ROME
ON JULY 19, 2010
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.
Translation: Katia Brunetto
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