The police are convinced that he is part of the local mafia and are trying to get him to confess. One day his grandfather sends him a letter:
"Vittorio, I am too old to be digging up the garden by myself. It's too bad you are in jail because now we won't have tomatoes this year. Your grandpa misses you."
To which the young man replies:
"Nonnino, you'd better not dig around the garden anyway because that's where I buried them. Your grandson, Vittorio."
At dawn the next day, the police raid the grandfather's house with shovels and search every inch of the garden. Later that day, the grandfather receives another note:
"Good luck with the tomatoes gramps, I did the best I could. Your grandson, Vittorio."
