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What's the matter... is that blood on your clothes?

A large group suddenly showed up at the square. They took out the police...

Who were they?

I couldn't tell... they were all dressed up in costumes and wearing carnival masks.

But they looked like they're ready to charge into the courthouse!

Get your wounds treated. I'll check it out.

No, Judge Lavinia! They're all over the square! If you go out now—

If that's the case, hiding here won't do any good.

I'm with you.

Good.

Stay here, Lavinia.

I'll deal with what's going on outside.

Eirene?

It's all wise guys. They want this building, and the Supreme Justice—you.

I'm here to protect you.

Protect me?

How—

What the—

Lavinia rushes to the window.

The pack of beasts that had lay dormant in the darkness begins their hunt.

Elaborately dressed, masked figures emerge from the alleys and approach the courthouse in orderly formation, quickly making their way through the police lines.

And no further.

A truck appears out of nowhere, coming to a screeching stop in their path. The police barricade that it sent flying makes a dull sound as it hits the ground.

Then, a second, and a third, as truck after truck barge into the square.

Demonstrating surprising coordination, they form a tight line between the oncoming crowd and the courthouse, stopping it in its tracks like a dam stops the tide.

They won't get near the courthouse for a while.

I feel like I've seen this before...

Perhaps you've seen City Hall's promotional video for Signor Bellone.

Insurgent mafiosi block off the courthouse with trucks, creating an area in the city where the police cannot reach, allowing them to exact wanton violence...

That was the inspiration. I wouldn't have thought of it if I wasn't part of the shoot.

Eirene closes the window.

Time is short, Lavinia.

There is much that we need to resolve.

<p=2>November 9th, 1100 11:10 P.M.</>

What is this?

A list of people who have been coercing drivers to smuggle contraband into the city, compiled from the truckers' testimonies.

It is the same people behind the accident that night, the fire at Nuova Volsinii port, and the insurrection on the square that's happening right now. The mafia.

...I see.

You should have told me about the things that happened to the Truckers' Union. I went to the camp yesterday but didn't find you—

Too late for that now, Your Honor. The important thing right now is to put these people on trial.

Trial?

They want to take over the courthouse and eliminate their greatest threat before Carnevale is done... first Signore Leontuzzo, then you, Judge Lavinia.

They are no longer citizens of Nuova Volsinii. They have violated everything that the New Urban Management Act stands for.

The evidence is right before you. The drivers are the witnesses.

Signorina Texas here belongs neither to the government, the famiglie, nor the Truckers' Union. She is eminently qualified to be the jury.

Er...

And you are the Supreme Justice of Nuova Volsinii. The conditions have been met for emergency judicial procedures... did I get the term right?

Under extreme circumstances, the courts may, when the basic conditions have been fulfilled, try persons who present a significant risk to the public security of Nuova Volsinii in absentia.

The most important matter at hand is to bring the situation under control, to ensure the safety of the citizens and the smooth progress of Carnevale.

That's what I'm here for, Your Honor. Deliver your judgment, and the Truckers' Union will carry it out.

Is that so?

This list of names that you gave me—

It's a little too detailed, Eirene.

Venezia, Saluzzo, Medici, Leoti, Genovese... are all of these famiglie on the square outside?

Nobody on this list is innocent, Your Honor.

If emergency judicial procedures are activated, once I sign this verdict, everyone on this list becomes an outlaw under the New Urban Management Act...

By law, anyone may apprehend, even execute them at their own discretion, without legal consequence.

The present situation is not enough for me to justify such a measure.

But they're here for you, Lavinia, and they're not coming with good intentions.

That may be true, Eirene. But what intentions are YOU coming here with?

Why have you surrounded the courthouse with all these trucks? Is it to protect a friend... or to take the opportunity to solve all the problems you're facing?

When you came to the camp yesterday, I was trying to find Sommer's body...

Thank you for remembering him... yes, he's dead. I mobilized a lot of people, but we never found his body.

I don't know who killed him, but I know he—or she—is out there, in the darkness below.

It's not any one man or woman who killed him. It's a shadow that has always hung above our heads, one that has continued to stalk us, even after coming to this new city.

I want the murderers to get the punishment they deserve. I want to protect the rest of them and prevent the same fate from befalling anyone else.

That's my intention, Your Honor.

I should go. They're not used to this kind of stuff. I got to be by their side...

I know it's a lot to take in all at once, and you need time to process. I'll make sure you're not disturbed.

But don't take too long.

What's going on? An ambush?

Did City Hall know about our plans?

I saw their leader go into the courthouse. She must have gone to see that judge...

What'cha scared of? It's trucks, not tanks.

The government's so scared, they have to hide behind a bunch of truckers.

Forget 'em. We're going in!

E-Eirene! What do we do?

Give her some time.

Signore e signori, I know who you are, and I know what you're planning.

I suggest you go no further.

...It's quite a scene. I never imagined there would a festival in Siracusa like this, where everybody is part of it.

It's because this city belongs to all of them.

Tell me, Leon... in those grand dreams of yours, how many cities like this will there be in Siracusa?

You're quiet. It's not like you.

Just thinking about whether I should give you an actual figure, or just say, all of Siracusa.

If Nuova Volsinii is the only place where this legal system, this new order without the famiglie exists, then it will be nothing but a lonely island in the ocean...

This is something that Lavinia and I have taken to heart.

One lonely island in a swamp matters little. Before that, though, I must demonstrate to Signora Sicilia that this is possible in Siracusa.

How many people, how many things will you leave behind in the process?

You haven't changed one bit, Leon. You're firm, unwavering, and very talkative when you talk about your dreams.

But I'm not interested in engaging in a philosophical debate about the future of Siracusa with you here.

In the past few months, City Hall has rejected all applications by businesses associated with the Bellones. You're behind it, aren't you?

I won't deny it.

I can understand why you did it. You wanted to separate yourself from the past, to demonstrate the purity of City Hall...

Who's the one who hasn't let the famiglia go?

You remember how some associates of the famiglia chose to stay one year ago, even after most left because of what the old man did.

What you don't know is that, as we discussed where we would go from there, there was unanimous agreement from the remaining associates to keep the Bellone name.

Even if the name put a target on our backs for the other famiglie, for all our enemies, and gave us trouble after trouble...

Even if it forced us to seek new opportunities in Nuova Volsinii...

They don't regret it. They had lived together, fought together, and bled together under the Bellone name, carved out our own bit of turf together, earned the respect of everyone together...