Andrea Zaccariello

One livid dawn, a cold and damp wind blows as a man walks alone through the darkness. Deputy Police Superintendent Francesco Prencipe is on his way to meet his best friend, Judge Giovanni Mastropaolo whom he hasn't seen for almost two years. The men drive for two hours and exchange but a few words. Later that morning, the Judge is found dead, a single gunshot wound to his head. Francesco is the last person who saw him and his fingerprints are the only ones found in the house. But is he the murderer?

A wealthy professor stops off at a motorway café for a late night snack. What now ensues in the place is certainly not what he was expecting.

Marcello Santilli has always dreamed of changing his life and finding the perfect opportunity to strike it rich. Over the years, he has come up with various schemes, but they all turned out to be scams—so much so that his wife is tired of constantly looking after him, and his daughter has lost all respect for him. Now flat broke, Marcello hatches another one of his plans: opening the only funeral home in a remote, tiny Puglian village inhabited exclusively by people over ninety, in the vain hope that his new neighbors will soon kick the bucket and become his customers.

Six shorts.

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One livid dawn, a cold and damp wind blows as a man walks alone through the darkness. Deputy Police Superintendent Francesco Prencipe is on his way to meet his best friend, Judge Giovanni Mastropaolo whom he hasn't seen for almost two years. The men drive for two hours and exchange but a few words. Later that morning, the Judge is found dead, a single gunshot wound to his head. Francesco is the last person who saw him and his fingerprints are the only ones found in the house. But is he the murderer?

One livid dawn, a cold and damp wind blows as a man walks alone through the darkness. Deputy Police Superintendent Francesco Prencipe is on his way to meet his best friend, Judge Giovanni Mastropaolo whom he hasn't seen for almost two years. The men drive for two hours and exchange but a few words. Later that morning, the Judge is found dead, a single gunshot wound to his head. Francesco is the last person who saw him and his fingerprints are the only ones found in the house. But is he the murderer?

A wealthy professor stops off at a motorway café for a late night snack. What now ensues in the place is certainly not what he was expecting.

A wealthy professor stops off at a motorway café for a late night snack. What now ensues in the place is certainly not what he was expecting.

Marcello Santilli has always dreamed of changing his life and finding the perfect opportunity to strike it rich. Over the years, he has come up with various schemes, but they all turned out to be scams—so much so that his wife is tired of constantly looking after him, and his daughter has lost all respect for him. Now flat broke, Marcello hatches another one of his plans: opening the only funeral home in a remote, tiny Puglian village inhabited exclusively by people over ninety, in the vain hope that his new neighbors will soon kick the bucket and become his customers.

Marcello Santilli has always dreamed of changing his life and finding the perfect opportunity to strike it rich. Over the years, he has come up with various schemes, but they all turned out to be scams—so much so that his wife is tired of constantly looking after him, and his daughter has lost all respect for him. Now flat broke, Marcello hatches another one of his plans: opening the only funeral home in a remote, tiny Puglian village inhabited exclusively by people over ninety, in the vain hope that his new neighbors will soon kick the bucket and become his customers.

Marcello Santilli has always dreamed of changing his life and finding the perfect opportunity to strike it rich. Over the years, he has come up with various schemes, but they all turned out to be scams—so much so that his wife is tired of constantly looking after him, and his daughter has lost all respect for him. Now flat broke, Marcello hatches another one of his plans: opening the only funeral home in a remote, tiny Puglian village inhabited exclusively by people over ninety, in the vain hope that his new neighbors will soon kick the bucket and become his customers.

Six shorts.

No synopsis available yet.

No synopsis available yet.