03x02 - t*rture

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What's wrong?

I think Livia's watching me.

She'll be proud of you now.

Alice, kids, where are you?

What's going on?

- I'm leaving with the kids.
- Wait a minute.

Don't come near me.

Honey, look, nothing happened.

Everything will be good from here on.

Just relax, okay?

Just relax?

What the f*ck are you saying?

They threatened to k*ll our children.

You put your family in danger
with this sh*t.

I would never put you in danger.

Look. We have everything we ever wanted.

Don't give me anything.

I don't know you. You're a monster.

- Dad?
- Daddy?

Bet you didn't know
Daddy got you a new house.

Much bigger and nicer than this one.

Soon we are all going
to live there together.

Leave us alone a minute
so mom and I can talk.

- Where are you gonna stay?
- Don't worry about it.

As far away from you as possible.

You can't do this to us.

Oh no?

Is that a fact?

Tell me what you'll do to me.

Spadino?

That son of a bitch!

Unbelievable.

Spadino.

Yeah?

What are you doing?

I heard this thing making a noise.

So what?

I looked and it's not attached.

That jerk sold me a cradle
not put together.

What do you care?

Soon we can afford
a hundred new cradles for our son.

You don't look good. Did you sleep?

I don't need sleep any more.

All my dreams have come true.

Five minutes,
that's all you're allowed.

My mother?

Did she speak to the lawyer?

Laura says that now Samurai's dead,

there's no chance the judge
will let you out.

You should think about getting healthy
like your mother says.

Healthy?

What's the point of getting healthy
just to end up dying in jail?

Who'd have figured?

I thought f*cking Samurai
would bury all of us.

But those shits popped him too.

It's all over.

Tell my mother to forget about it,
there's nothing we can do.

Where the f*ck are you going?

You were with him yesterday
and today he's dead.

What the f*ck happened?

We were supposed to meet, he didn't show.
I don't know who k*lled him.

You know I'll find out the truth.

If you had anything to do,
I'll k*ll your wife in front of your kids

and then I'll make you watch me k*ll them.

What's the matter?

Headache from the thought
of putting on the King's crown?

- Don't look too far ahead.
- I'm fine with today.

How's Cinaglia so far?
You seeing him today?

You sure tell your wife a lot of things.

Cinaglia isn't enough.

He's a puppet in the hands of the boss.
A piece is missing.

- What piece?
- About half the city.

North Rome.
To talk to Sicilians, I need all of Rome.

I can't deal from a position of strength
if that last piece is missing.

Titto Zaccardelli
runs the North Rome turfs.

Without Samurai's backing, he's exposed,
especially regarding the Sicilians.

Okay, so where's the problem?

You and I can just go to North Rome
and make it clear we're in charge.

You concentrate on the Jubilee.
Leave North Rome to me and Angelica.

What about his gas station?

The cops will be all over that.
Forget about it.

Samurai didn't keep anything there.

The only thing I'm interested in now
is payback.

Bye, Valerio.

Have you signed off?

Yes.

Let's go, then.

Samurai only had one request

if this day came.

First this, a letter he wrote
for me to give to you.

And then your inheritance,

in all it's quite substantial.

A million euros.

And a penthouse in the center of Rome.

A house I don't want.

I don't need the money.

Give it to whoever you want,
you take it, I don't care.

Adriano,

you could help a lot of people
with all this money.

The only thing money does is buy people,
it doesn't help them.

He taught me that,
but I guess he forgot it.

You don't need to be cruel.

To him, you were something special.

Said you were different
from the others.

He recruited the people he thought
could help him take the city.

Then he demanded loyalty from us
and betrayed us.

He only cared about money.
Like common criminals do.

Forgive me.

I see your mind's made up.

But at least take this letter. Please.

He hoped that once you read it

everything would be understood.

Read it over carefully and think about it.

Then we can talk again.

Take it, go on.

This part of town's cool.

Depressing as hell.

I miss having the sea near.

Do you think the place you were born
determines your life?

If you were born in a sh*thole,
you'll have a life to match?

Our future is up to us.
The rest doesn't count.

I don't know.

If you're born here, I think you have
a better chance of being happy.

If you grow up here, you have
a better chance of being an assh*le.

Are you Titto?

Who's asking?

Angelica Anacleti.

My lucky day.

A personal visit, I see,

from the gypsy princess.

I guess you must belong
to Aureliano Adami?

We came to explain how things
are going to work without Samurai.

Huh.

From now on,
you'll do business with us.

- Oh, really.
- We're the new bosses here.

I don't see these new bosses.

All I see is a gypsy
and a loser from Ostia.

Did Aureliano tell you
I once nearly k*lled him in the ring?

The hot young boxer from Ostia.

He came to fight me
in the sports center in North Rome.

He got his ass kicked.

I left him standing
to enjoy pummeling him.

If you really love him,
tell him to forget about it.

He ought to stay in Ostia,

with the gypsies.

North Rome is my turf.

He can come if he wants to talk to me.

And not send his girlfriend.

It would have been better
if you'd talked to them.

Yo!

What's the matter with you?
Get out of the wrong side of bed?

If I felt like music,
I'd put the radio on.

- You know what'd help you? A kid.
- Sure!

I'm not kidding. Look what it did for me.
What I've become.

A gypsy assh*le, same as you always were.

It's made me a better man. For real.

Knowing I have a son on the way
is what's helping me do all this.

How do you know that for sure?

Having a kid doesn't automatically
make you a father.

You've got to want to be a father too.
Mine didn't.

You did get up on the wrong side of bed.

I'll slap you, see how you like that!

- I'm surprised what a dump this place is.
- Yeah.

It's this one.

Why the f*ck are you knocking?

Thanks.

I've been hearing lots of stories
about you and what you've turned into.

And what do these stories say?

That you don't follow rules,

that you are impulsive

and not reliable.

I see that look in your eyes,
it's the same as when you were a kid.

Still sad.

Damn, she knows you well, huh?

Anacleti, huh?

Uh…

Alberto, Manfredi's brother.

Spadino. Just Spadino.

Now that everybody knows everybody,
can we talk business?

For that do you need the g*n?

I hope not.

If you two want to k*ll me now,
then be my guest.

The only thing is if you do,
you'll never know how this works.

What I know is that
what you used to do for Samurai,

now you do it for us.

Mm.

So, tell me something.

Did he suffer much?

As it happens, yes.

Aureliano,
I've known you since you were little.

And I also know your family.

You ruled a long time in Ostia.

But Rome is…

a totally different thing.

And now that Samurai is dead,

everything that drove
the business all these years…

you can say goodbye to.

We're not saying goodbye to anything.

Only the signatures change
on all these papers.

Then we're done.

You cannot rule Rome with papers,

and pistols won't do it either.

You govern Rome with power.

And you two don't have it.

I don't think you'll ever have it.

Aureliano, just sh**t her in the face.

- She's got me pissed of.
- Hold on.

Sibilla, you think you're still talking
to the kid that used to open the gate

when you came to talk with Dad.

But you are not.

Because those days are over.

Things have changed
and now we are in charge.

And we know everyone,
even in the government.

Even those with money for the Jubilee.

Hm.

You mean Cinaglia?

Unfortunately, Cinaglia hasn't got
any money in his hands,

because Nascari, the cardinal,

doesn't want to hold the Jubilee in Rome.

And Cinaglia will never be able
to convince him otherwise.

He made you a promise that he can't keep.

And you fell for it.

You got taken.

Because you're just kids.

How did you get in?

You f*cked us, Cinaglia.

- No.
- All your lies are giving me a headache.

The Jubilee and the Vatican,
that was all bullshit.

- No, I can explain.
- We'll straighten it out.

Take a look a the surprise I brought you.

Hey, big man!

Ta-da! See!

Look how cute he is. Go see Spadino, go.

- Let me tell you what happened.
- Shut up or I'll k*ll you now!

Nice house you got here, Cinaglia.
Come here.

Take a seat here, come on.

Don't be shy!

Let's listen to some music, hm?

Oh, what a cool sound system!

I don't know what to do with you.
Am I going to have to k*ll you?

Can we talk?

What are you doing? Hey.

- Hey, no.
- How does this work?

Let me do it.

Don't do this. Aureliano, come on.

- Shall I turn it up high?
- Turn it up as high as it will go.

Alberto! Come on guys, let's go and talk.

- This can get f*cking hot.
- That's the point.

Open the door, please!

Come on you guys!

Open this f*cking door and let me out,
what are you trying to do?

Open this f*cking door, damn it!
Open the god damn door!

- Imagine the parties you could have here.
- Not my thing.

Look how this f*cking guy lives.
He's got the money.

I'm feeling kinda hungry.
Shall we check out the kitchen?

Aureliano!

He doesn't have food. Nothing but pasta.

Then we'll have pasta.

Let's see what he has to drink.

Hey, all right!

Check it out.

So, basically he only drinks,
he doesn't eat.

Weird f*cking guy.

Oh my God! You assh*le.

Aureliano!

Look, I get the point.

How long does it take?

Set a timer for ten minutes.

Aureliano!

If this is edible, it will be a miracle.

I'll open a restaurant.

Aureliano's.

Nice.

Just let me out!

"Let me out!"

"Let me out!"

Yo, it should be time.

You're right. Good.

Help!

Hey, look at this stuff, huh?

- What the f*ck are you doing?
- Look at it!

It's a disaster.

No one's made you pasta like this.

See if you're brave enough to eat it.

Alright, dig in.

Hm, you know what?

That's good!

I've brought you your tea, Your Eminence.

Today is a wonderful day.

Samurai, the greatest criminal in all Rome

was ex*cuted.

The Lord manifests in many ways.

But his ultimate motive
is always the same.

It's pure.

And the sordid events of last night
only confirm that.

I heard that in the past
this man had contacts in the Vatican.

Even I had to talk to him once or twice.

Needless to say, I always rejected
his poisoned offerings.

You know why that's significant?

It proves you're honest.

It's evidence that God hears
and answers my prayers.

- He's been in there for an hour.
- I know.

Even the music quit playing.

Hm, look where he is.

Let's get him out.

Damn!

- Did he die?
- Nah, he's alive.

Hey.

Look at me, you bald f*ck.

Have you got this Jubilee or not?

Yes.

I decide who gets the money.

So now you convince
this f*cking cardinal to hold it in Rome.

I can't do that. Guerri will k*ll me.

Guerri is our problem.

Arrange a meeting with Badali now,

so I can explain how things
are going to go from now on.

And do what you're told from now on, okay?

If not, instead of the sauna,
I'll put you in the bathtub next time.

See ya.

It's only a matter of time.

I knew we'd have to deal
with Guerri's ass.

That's two problems we have to deal with,
him and Titto.

Guerri first, so Cinaglia can move.

I'll take care of Titto
but first I got to talk to the Sicilians.

Samurai's K*llers
came to me first.

And who was it that k*lled him?

Aureliano Adami and Spadino Anacleti.

What's got into their heads?

It's one thing
to try to rig a local election,

running a city's not the same.

They want to take over from Samurai.

Business goes on,
but now they're in charge.

I'm not buying it.

Promise that you stand behind them.

That you'd be willing
to bet your life on them.

Samurai was a bastard.

And I'm not gonna miss him.

But Rome needs somebody to run sh*t.

From my family's perspective,
a power vacuum is a bad thing.

I have you for the politics,

but I need somebody
in control of the street.

Your business and the Jubilee
will never be challenged.

But you should meet with them.

They could be useful.

All is well, I see no problem.

The baby is developing well,
all vitals and test results are normal.

- Well done, little Cesare.
- There is that though.

The name.

Unless you want to name a girl Cesare.

Giulia, like Roman royalty.

Ludovica?

Flaminia.

Worse than Tuscolana.

- Anastasia?
- Adelaide like my mother.

You'd have to k*ll me first.

What, your mom's name is better?

Why not? Smeralda. Back home it's common.

It should stay there too.

Are you upset that it's a girl, Spadi?

You're mad because
we have to change the whole room.

I'm made because the old women
said it would be a son.

They got it wrong, not the doctor.

For a man, it makes more of a difference.

A boy, I can teach him things.
I don't know what to say to a girl.

Oh, you do too.

Who wants her to be like
the girls of our families anyway?

I want her to be different.

A woman who can hold her own
among all men.

Free, so she can command them.

Not some obedient fool.

Here's your coffee, Adriano.

Thanks.

Have you given it some thought?

Assuming you read that letter,

perhaps now you know
what he really wanted to leave behind.

From his years of power,

an intimidate insider's knowledge
of every strong point and weak point

of all the most important people in Rome.

Those dirty secrets
can go with him to his grave.

- He sold his soul to get them.
- No.

Against his will,

he descended to the level of those
always asking him for favors,

for help, for protection.

Well, I'm not like him.

I'm not coming off like the boss of a city

while actually ruining this garbage dump.

I don't want to know any more about it.

Mine's on her.

You do have the cash.

So, you k*lled Samurai?

You ought to be thankful.

And now we'll get North Rome, too.

So, all the turf where
this sh*t gets sold is ours.

There's our pal here that greases
the wheels with the city.

Which will mean billions with Jubilee.

Right, Cinaglia?

None of that talk
will put food on the table.

- I deal in facts.
- Yeah, me too.

I'll explain how it's going to work.

Tomorrow we wrap up this Jubilee deal.

Money comes to the city.

Your product gets sold on our turf,

but you do business only with us.

Fair enough?

Come here a second, Titto.

You decided to show up in person.

You act tough with girls,
I came to see if you'd do that with guys.

I thought you'd came for those slaps
I didn't give you as a kid.

I didn't come to fight.
I'd have sh*t you already.

Is that so?
What do you want? You waste my time.

With Samurai gone, you get your sh*t
from me and nobody else.

I made a deal with the Sicilians.

If you're good, I leave your own turf,
but controlled by us.

You f*cking assh*le.

The Sicilians don't know who you are.

Times have changed, bro'. Keep up.

Think about it.

Your Honor, for years you've
been on the City Commissioner shortlist.

After all this time,
you still haven't got that appointment.

So, why is that?

No clue.

I assume the other candidates
were more qualified for the position.

From what I know, that seems unlikely.

As a member of the judiciary,
you've proven to be highly skilled.

I'm not the kind of judge
who shows up on the front pages.

Working with me
doesn't gain a politician any more votes.

Something I have accepted over the years.

Judge Gioberti, you're far too modest.

Your position is vital.

I know it can't be easy
to decide who goes to jail

and who deserves a different sentence.

What do you want from me, Cinaglia?

I want to offer you a consultancy
on a commission I'm chairing.

It's a well-paid position.

And in exchange,
I will need a small favor.

I'll need the favor right away.

Evening.

There have been changes.

I still need you to work for us.

Especially now

with Rome passing into new hands.

With all due respect, it's not really
what I had in mind for my future.

Sibilla, I do sympathize.

For me, it's the personal things,

the relationships.

the friendships that still matter.

That's why I came all the way
from Palermo.

I didn't want you to hear
this request from my son.

I know what connected you to Samurai.

It's still too early for you
to consider your retirement.

But if you say no,

I'll be forced to consider it.

Professor, hello. It's Amedeo.

- How's it going?
- I'm doing okay.

Listen, can I come by?

I just want to talk.

Now? Okay sure, that's fine.

- All right.
- See you soon.

Thank you.

Hey, you know what?

I like the atmosphere in North Rome.

There's money in the air here.

We'll find out.

Here he is.

Yo.

Aureliano.

Can you come over here? We need to talk.

Guerri's f*cking with us.

I'll take your deal.

Okay.

Yeah?

Let's go.

They swallow it?

They're on their way.

Bravo.

This is how we honor Samurai.

Get ready, they're on their way.

Guerri, there is no honor, only business.

Now we'll see
if you keep your promises, Aureliano.

Everything stays the same for you.

Or even better, probably.

We let you run your turf your way.

I'll be ready for you on the next run.
I have Samurai's last shipment already.

It may be from Samurai, but you pay us.

Tomorrow we'll see how you operate.

Not because we don't trust you.

All right, guys.
Somebody clean up this f*cking mess.

I really loved teaching.

Had it been up to me,
I'd never have stopped.

But I guess it was fate.

Remember, I was good.

Sure, I remember.

But you weren't one of my best students
back then, were you?

No, I wasn't.

Give me another record.

Remind me why you're here.

How did your election turn out?

Or have I already asked you?

It went well.

Very well.

But I don't know if I won or lost.

Alice has left.

With the kids?

I never liked her.

Anyway

sometimes relationships
take a back seat to success.

Yeah, but this has cost me everything.

Amedeo.

Questioning yourself has always been
one of your strongest points.

Maybe you achieved more than you deserved.

Put all of these questions aside.

Just look at the man you've become.

Platone! Shut up!

Platone, shush.

You're welcome to stay
and have some dinner.

Maybe another time.

It's late.

I'll take the dog out.

Okay.

We'll come right back.

Thanks.

Come on, Platone, let's go. Come on.

f*cking hunk of sh*t.

Come on, Platone.

What are you doing out here?

Come on, let's get you back home.

Yeah?

Yes.

Prof, fourth floor, apartment 15.

Yeah. Thanks again, Amedeo.

Pleasure.

Open the car.

I'm bad at saying thanks.

Because it's unfamiliar.

You get Spadino
and that Aureliano assh*le,

that's quite enough thanks for me.