Autumn, 1992 MILAN.
Uh oh. More bad news. Seems that after you had openly called good 'ol Mario a mariuolo (no, it's not an Italian pasta), he had assumed the worst and confessed everything he knew. And I mean EVERYTHING.
So now you know you're in trouble. To make things worse, there is a new guy in town. He's the magistrate who's overseeing this case and he is... (drum-roll)...
ANTONIO DI PIETRO
Now you know you're really in trouble because this guy clamps down REALLY hard on all corrupt officials and NOTHING will stop him from locking guys like you up in prison. (Well, maybe a bullet in his head might...) He is the one leading this so-called Operation Clean Hands, and it does seem that Di Pietro is becoming even more popular than you.
| There is NO way I can get through this without ending up in the
gallows. I'm going to stop wasting my time, your time, taxpayers' time,
and just get on with life - behind bars. Hey, after all, I get to eat for
free in there. Life won't be so bad...
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No worries.
This man doesn't look like he could pose any immediate danger to me. I
mean, just look at him. Does he look like he could match up to me? I eat
guys like him for breakfast!
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