Paulo sat in spiteful vigil, sunk into the bergere in the corner of the room, its defeated upholstery no longer pretending to offer support to his thinning frame. The weak flame of the gas lamp on the bedside table illuminated barely the shallow rise and fall of the blanket covering Alberto. Paulo stared through the fog on the window at the ancient, moonlit rooftops of Masi di Vigio, his mind groping to find its way back to a youth spent among these hills. A fleeting sensation of happiness, of innocence -- no, thought Paulo; these things are gone. A stirring on the bed startled him back to the present; Alberto had not moved in weeks, but now a frail wave signaled Paulo to come closer. Paulo, the old man gasped as Paulo moved to kneel at his bedside. Paulo, I need you to understand... What is it, nonno? Paulo braced himself for the confession his family had died waiting for, a confession that could have saved the village and spared Paulo from the wicked life he had led. There...there is much confusion... Then explain it, Alberto. Explain it all to me now. Struggling to find breath, the old man summoned the last reserves of his infamous resolve. He seemed to stare through Paulo as he spoke, his eyes now wide with defiance. Cruel Alberto: defiant, even in confession! Clutching Paulos hand with a strength that surprised the young man, Alberto pulled himself upright and now fixed his fiery gaze into his grandsons eyes: Jan-Michael Vincent played Hawke, Stringfellow Hawke. Airwolf was the HELICOPTER!
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