01x01 - Episode 1

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What the f*ck do you need all this money for, old man? It's better if we take it.

Well done! You got me.

Now clean it up.

Jerk.

What do you want? Tell him I'll clean my arse with his stuff.

In fact, I'll come and show him.

ROME - MAGLIANA DISTRICT, TODAY What the f*ck does he want now? Do you need anything? - What the f*ck! - I want respect.

- Help! - Do you know who I am? I was with Lebanse.

Help, help.

Help! f*ck off! I was with Lebanese! Investigations are continuing into the m*rder of Fulvio Croce, president of the Lawyer's Association k*lled by the Red Brigades.

Investigators have established that the group who fired - This sauce is great.

- Don't get your best shirt dirty.

- You can't see red on red.

- Come on, set the table.

ROME - MAGLIANA DISTRICT, 1977 What the heck is he sounding that horn for? - Where did you buy it? - From Remo's on Viale Marconi.

- You must have paid a fortune.

- A man has to treat himself.

A man should find himself a job.

Lebanese! Lebanese! What the heck's he shouting about? - Are you going to set the table? - Yes, but You tell her.

What? That's enough! We eat at the table.

- We're not eating here, Mum.

- Why? Where are you going? - To help Marcello.

- With a move.

- Dressed like that? - Yes.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, signora Maria.

- I'll leave yours in the fridge.

- About time! - Have you stolen a hearse? - Where's the corpse? - Aren't you pleased? - You're dressed like a gravedigger.

Where's Scrocchiazeppi? - Aren't we rushing things? - There's no speed limit on love.

- You won't run off afterwards? - Who's going anywhere? - I want to stay like this forever.

- Starting from tomorrow, right? - Lebanese! Look who's here, it's Angelina! We've been waiting half an hour.

You're growing up nicely, eh? - What's the hurry? The lorry's there - Angelina won't run away.

Resign yourself Scrocchiazeppi.

She won't let you screw her.

- How do I get back home? - You'll find a lift.

- Where are the keys? - Under the mat.

It's all right.

Scrocchiazeppi, what mat? - f*ckin' hell! - How will we drive it away now? - What was the arrangement? - He's forgotten.

The stuff's here.

We'll hotwire it.

The battery's dead, can't you hear it? - What the hell do we do now? - I'll tell you.

Scrocchia can go back to Angelina at the caravan.

Bufalo can go and get rid of the hearse.

Lebanese and I will go back home, his Mum's left us some meatballs.

We're a bunch of jerks! - I'm not leaving this stuff here.

- Are you going to carry it? What the f*ck are you doing? Easy, damn it! - How do we get back? - You can walk.

Well done.

What about the other 50 boxes? Why don't you use your head? Give me a hand instead of bellyaching.

Calm down, I've got an idea.

Your brother has a van.

- Nando? No my brother needs it for work.

- We don't need it to play with.

Let's unload this stuff.

- 50 electronic Olivettis.

- Yes, but some are dented.

- I'll give you a million.

- Terccia, we agreed on two.

- Try Terribile, he might take them.

- Load it all back on.

- What? I have to take the van back to my brother.

What would we do with 50 typewriters? A million.

Cash by tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning at 10.

All of it.

Who am I? Who the f*ck are you? Come on, put Sandra on.

- Hey, where's she gone? - Comrades! - You bastards! - Get away! - Murderers, bastards! Hold it! Where are you going? Are you crazy? - You bastards! - Swines! Hold it! What the f*ck are you doing? She's wounded.

- I'm a colleague, you sh*t! - Sorry, commissioner! Like f*ck! You stay there, I haven't finished with you! - What's going on? - Unauthorized demonstration.

Come in, headquarters.

- A girl's been k*lled.

- Where? - On Garibaldi Bridge.

Come in headquarters.

No there are only a few bruises here.

Did you know her? Who did it? Who knows? Everyone's f*ring g*ns these days.

Don't eat it all at once, Sorcio.

It's bad for you.

- Your brother? - He was so pissed off he made me load up 100 crates of fruit.

Poor guy, you didn't even get to screw, - So cough up, I'm going to bed.

- The money? What are you saying? You were to go to Treccia's with Lebanese.

I was told you two were going in his Mini.

We've got the money.

What about the goods? At the caravan in an hour's time.

The girl was k*lled in Piazza Giaocchino Belli.

Go on, go on, go on! Come on! - We're supposed to protect citizens, not sh**t at them.

-Scialoja, we have to defend ourselves.

Those citizens had wounded one of ours, a boy of 25.

And that's why we k*lled a girl of 19? What were you doing on the bridge? The demonstration wasn't your job.

- No.

- Then stick to your job.

- Do you need anything, Rizzo? - I didn't know you were a communist.

Whereas I knew that you were a sh*t.

Why are you so pissed off? Because there's one Red less? Would you rather a colleague had d*ed? Let's go, sir.

Look who's here! - Where are the goods? - Do you want home delivery? - Terribile is expecting you.

- All right, but I'll come in my own car.

This dump? We'll never make it.

- What's up? - Cleaned it out, 50 Olivetti 68s.

The score of a lifetime! A menthol cigarette.

Forensics might find something.

They'll be happy to solve the lorry mystery.

Submit it as evidence.

Nice, eh? Better than your ditch.

- Where are the g*ns? - What about the money? - What will you do with all this stuff? - That's my business.

Don't get cocky.

Remember what happened last time.

It still hurts, doesn't it? Keep on his back.

I want to know what he's up to.

Good, from now on I'll be known to everyone as "the communist".

- Do you mind? - I wouldn't if I was one.

You've backed the wrong horse Canton.

You'll be left at the post.

If Rizzo enters political office we'll pick up the f*g ends.

Murderers! Murderers! Sandra.

Sandra.

- Satana.

- Lebanese.

The stuff? It's all here.

Times and routes.

Do you want to bet on a race? It's guaranteed.

- Another time.

See You.

- Bye.

- They've nicked my mini.

- Who did you that favour? - There was a bag of g*ns in it.

- What g*ns? Three Skorpions, four Tanfoglios and two Berettas.

- Where did you get them? - I bought them.

- With what? - The money from the Olivettis.

What? We were to split it four ways.

There was no time, I needed the g*ns.

What do you need an arsenal for? We're going to kidnap Baron Rosellini.

- Who's Baron Rosellini? - The guy with the race horses.

- We've never kidnapped anyone.

- Not yet.

It's time to look each other in the eye.

Are we going to stick to little jobs? We bust our arses last night for a few thousand lire.

We bust our arses, and you nicked our share of the money.

I screwed up but no trials.

The sooner we find the car, the sooner you get your money, even if we have to sell the g*ns.

You bet we will.

One more thing.

If you want this g*ng to last, we all make the decisions, OK? All right.

Let's look for the car thief.

Where? A rat pinches cheese, not his friends' cars.

Right? - Where's my Mini? - I don't have it anymore.

I gave it to Soleri.

- Who the hell is Soleri? - A guy from Testaccio.

He's with Ferrocchi and the Buffoni brothers.

- Where's their patch? - They push dr*gs near the pyramid, they're into loan sharking and robberies.

- Where's their base? - He asked you where their base is, answer! - In a garage behind the gasometer.

- Your Mini will still be there.

All right, we'll have to distract them.

Bufalo.

You two go to Testaccio and say you have a kilo of heroin to sell.

As soon as Soleri falls for it, call me.

And you thank God we spared your life.

Here he is! The famous Lebanese.

- See who was trying to fool us? - Scrocchiazeppi has never had a kilo of heroin.

It's not the fact that you entered my garage, it's that you believed I was stupid enough to fall for it.

Whereas Lebanese is so stupid he'd come here on his own.

Well? are we going to fight over a banger of a Mini? I'm not here for the Mini, but what was inside it.

You travel heavy.

We were wondering what you did with all those weapons.

We came up with some ideas.

But I'd like you to tell me.

We've kept them safe for you, after all, eh? Give me a lift and I'll explain.

- Who are you going to upset? - Baron Rosellini.

He's old, wealthy and without guards.

- How much will you ask for him? - 5 billion lire.

It'll be a long job There will be negotiations, the police'll be on your backs.

We'll take the risk.

A 5-billion lire hit is not like stealing typewriters, eh? What do you mean, Soleri? Only the cops call me Soleri, everybody else calls me Freddo.

- Stop, Baron! - What are you doing? - Get a move on! - What were you doing? - Get in the cars, come on! - What have you done? - Nothing.

Freddo where did you find these guys? He let an old man of 70 escape.

- He'll k*ll you! - He'd better not try! Quiet! - Get rid of the car? - Where are you going? Taking him to a safe place.

Hey, "safe place"! You can't cut us out of it like this.

- Can you avoid busting our balls? - You've busted mine.

We'll sort it all out later.

Come on! Hello? This is Canton.

What? No, Rizzo's taking care of the kidnapping on the Cassia.

Yes? Where? - We'll be right there - The call was for Rizzo.

- He's done enough damage as it is - What about the lory theft? That's done.

Baron, don't take that hood off until we've gone, or I'll sh**t you.

Treat him well, he's worth money.

Leave it to us.

I'll be in touch.

Who are they? The Cannizzaro brothers, they'll watch over the Baron.

- Never heard of them.

- Just as well.

Then the police can only get to me.

- Don't you trust me? - Let's go, they're waiting.

- Who's in charge of the inquiry? - Scialoja, main headquarters.

- The communist.

- Shall we ask for someone else? No.

A communist who survives police headquarters must have excellent references! - Fernando Borgia, Deputy Public Prosecutor.

- Commissioner Scialoja.

- Pleased to meet you, Canton.

- What have we got? There were at least 2 cars.

No prints but no bloodshed.

We've tapped the phones in case they call.

They will.

Who does the kidnapping jobs in Rome? The Sardinians have a base in Tuscany.

Yes, "Anomia Seqestri" is a possibility.

Is this your first kidnapping case? I'll expect the report later today.

Let's go.

Scrocchiazeppi, go to Grosseto and call the baron's family.

- Why Grosseto? - So they'll think we're in Tuscany.

- I can't do a Tuscan accent.

- Here's the message, study it.

- Grosseto, messageWhat are you talking about? - What is it you don't like? That you're giving the orders.

- Aren't we all making the decisions? - Do you want to give the orders? Fierolocchio will go to Grosseto too, One from each g*ng.

Then they'll get to know one another.

Hello? Mrs Rosellini? The baron's fine.

But if you want him back, don't talk to anyone, especially not the police, and pay the ransom mentioned in the message that will be delivered to you within 24 hours.

- You almost k*lled me.

- Get a move on.

It took you longer to phone than it took to get to Grosseto.

We said I'd drive on the way back.

Sir, a call came in from Grosseto.

- Sardinians with a base in Tuscany? - Or Romans who want to fool us.

- Does he really have enough money? - Even more than our ransom demand.

I'll see you.

- Where's he going? - Girl hunting.

- Freddo? - I've never seen him with a woman.

- He's not Make a pass and we'll see what he does.

I'll buy myself a Porsche, then I'll pick up a nice girl.

There's an even better cheese: cocaine.

- They'll come running.

- You still have to pay.

I don't care about orgies, one's enough for me.

A real one who turns me on when I see her, when I talk to her, when I think of her.

As long as she turns me on when I'm screwing.

Think of Angelina, who won't let you have it.

- Who is this chick? - A whore like all the others.

- Not any old whore, the best in Rome.

- When I find her, I want her all to myself.

- Dandi, I'll find you one.

Look here.

WE WANT 10 BILLION LIRE TO RELEASE BARON ROSELLINI Looks good.

- Gigio! - Bro'.

- Where did you get to? - I've been busy.

- What's new? - No, come on! - For petrol.

- Thanks.

- How's Mum? - Fine.

Come up.

- Is Dad there? - What does it matter? For a minute.

- Some other time.

- All right.

- Hi.

Roberta, this is my brother Fabrizio.

But everyone calls him Freddo.

- Is she - No, she's helping me with my diploma.

I'd better go.

Bye, Menthol cigarettes.

Found next to the lorry and in the kidnappers' van.

What about the phone call from Grosseto? A motorbike stolen in Rome was seen speeding near the phone box.

These guys are from Rome, not from Sardinia.

- The proof? Two cig ends and a fine? - For now.

How many kidnappers were there? Two cars full.

Plus those who made the call and the jailers.

Who has that many men in Rome? No one, there's no boss in Rome.

There's no Mafia or Camorra.

We only have gangs with a few people here.

They all have their own areas: drug pushing, loan sharking, robberies.

They respect but really hate each other.

Do you know why? Because they're Romans.

In a city like this a g*ng of ten people wouldn't last a day.

They would have k*lled each other by now.

So follow the Sardinian lead.

Don't make me regret leaving you on the case.

They've answered, the Rosellinis have placed an ad.

"Villa with swimming pool for sale, Bracciano area .

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a billion lire, non-negotiable.

" I don't get it.

We ask for ten and they offer us one.

- It's better than nothing.

- A barter, like at the market.

Let's take the billion and share it out.

- In a hurry to buy that Porsche? - I never want to see you again.

- Let's take it.

- We can't, we said no.

Who's "we"? We asked for 10 billion to really get 5, not just 1.

You have to stop deciding for everyone else, Lebanese.

You've really pissed me off.

That so? Come outside! We'll ask for two billion.

If they accept, we'll wrap it up.

Who's not in favour? Next time you take the initiative we split up.

Is that clear? We're on, they've agreed to 2 billion.

- "Photo required"? - Yes.

Does it piss you off because it's the sum Freddo asked for? Just the opposite.

Freddo is smart, Dandi.

- We've found the right guy.

- Right for what? Let's go, they want a photo.

They want proof the baron's still alive.

Where are the Cannizzaros? Are you here? Where have they got to? - Where are the others? - Gone shopping.

- What about the baron? - The baron Lead the way.

- What the - He's dead.

- What have you done? - I had to, he saw my face.

- Christ! - Who forced you? - You've lost us 2 billion! It's your fault, you hired these jerks! I went down to check, I thought he was asleep.

What are you saying? You're useless! I'll put a hole through your head.

sh*t.

Let's get the newspaper.

Hurry up, give me the newspaper.

Make it look like he's alive.

Open, like that.

Take your hands away.

Get rid of them.

Where are the other Cannizzaros? We'll get the money, then take care of them.

The exchange is planned for tomorrow, we've marked the banknotes.

- Did you talk to Borgia? - Of course.

We have to follow them without interfering.

- I'll organise the teams.

- Only our best men.

- We're only following them.

- I'll stop these shits, with money on them.

- But the prosecutor? - We'll explain it to him afterwards.

We have to be quick, we have to catch them red-handed.

If they run, what guarantee will we have that they'll let him go? If he's still alive, that is.

The best men.

The police have promised not to follow the son.

- So they'll be right on his back.

- As soon as he leaves, call us.

You stay here, leave the first message and we'll send them all over the place.

- Do you like treasure hunts? - We'll be able to see what they're up to.

You wait here.

If you see the police call me and we'll call it all off.

If there are phone calls, the son's on his way.

Scrocchiazeppi and Fierolocchio will get the money .

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and bring it to the house.

- Hurry up.

No strange detours.

Slow down, it's the next turn.

- Damn! - What's wrong? - The Alfetta's been behind for ages.

- sh*t, the police! - What do we do? - We throw them off.

Brake! - Do you like speeding? - What do you want? Nothing, just to say hello.

See you! Come on! Come on! Who'll go and pick the money up now? What's he doing? Pulling over? Damn! Damn! When we got there, the son and the bag had gone.

- It's the Gemitos' fault.

- The Gemitos? - Where do they fit in? - They were behind us for two hours.

Wait a minute.

Isn't someone missing? - That's right.

Where's Freddo? - What do you mean? - Perhaps the right guy tricked us.

- Have you got a problem, Dandi? Count it, it's all there.

- What's all this about? - You always need a plan B.

- Pull that money out! - Nice! You were to wait for orders, Scialoja! Yeah, you're the all-or-nothing type.

If it works you end up in the papers, otherwise a judge will protect you.

I don't think we were - We were this close.

- From what? The hostage, the money and the kidnappers have vanished.

And you didn't carry out orders! - We still have the marked notes.

- Yes, if and when they spend it.

- I want to die covered in gold.

- Thanks, Freddo.

- Look at Bufalo.

- Bufalo, touch it.

It's yours.

- That's over 200 million a head.

- Never too much.

- Lots.

- Don't worry.

- We know how to spend it.

- I know.

You've been after a Rolex.

Scrocchiazeppi.

Sex, coke and a ring for Angelina.

- You read my thoughts.

- Imagine that! - But then the Rolex will break.

- I'll buy another one.

- Clothes will go out of fashion.

- I'll change them, It'll only take a year and we'll be back the way we were.

Then you'll come to me and we'll pull off another job.

It might work out,it might not.

We might end up in jail or dead.

Come on Lebanese! Get to the point, I'm not with you.

I say the same amount for everyone.

20 million, we'll invest the rest.

- In what? - A joint project, a big one.

- dr*gs, weapons, then we'll see.

- Like the Mafia in Sicily? - Like the Camorra in Naples.

- We're not in Naples, we're in Rome.

We have to take Rome, Bufalo.

And this is the joint project.

Let's take Rome.

Now, before someone else does.

I've heard a lot of crap, but this beats everything! I'm willing.

But on one condition: we pulled this job off because we did it together.

We all have to be the bosses and no one a servant.

I'm with you, Freddo.

Damn Lebanese! - Ten and twenty.

- Come on! What are you creating, a democracy of crooks? "Let's take Rome"? Tell me something, how will you do that? Will you put all the gangs at your service? And what will you tell Terribile? Lebanese.

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no one will ever take this city, because it doesn't want bosses.

I want my share.

Right now.

- Keep your hands off! - Leave it Bufalo.

He's right.

This is a democracy.

If you don't want to play, don't play.

Take the money and go.

But if you squeal, you'll be food for worms.

- There's something else we must do.

- Do you want a blood oath? Yes but not ours.

The Cannizzaros are still around.

Gaetano? - Who answers the phone when I call? - A friend.

Does he sleep there? - Instead of being a pain, find out who k*lled Giorgiana.

- I have to support you.

Spare yourself the effort.

- I've found a job.

- Where? - That's my business.

- What about university? - When will you stop being a cop? - When you stop being a bitch.

And I don't want you to smoke.

What job have you found? - I need to know, I'm your brother.

- No.

You're just a shitty cop.

Of course.

We'll do that.

The Communists are about to get in and the Minister's wasting time.

- Who made up this dossier? - The Radicals.

Nice job, we should get them to work for us.

- Shall I have it confiscated? - No, nobody will remember Giorgiana Masi when the next person's k*lled.

She'll be just a plaque on the wall.

We have to think of history.

What's happening in the real world? The Rosellini family has paid up, but the baron's not come home.

- Who's taking care of it? - Borgia.

Poor man! His ulcer will k*ll him.

Who's his truffle dog? Commissioner Scialoja.

There are rumours he's a communist.

A communist in the police force! Now what? Shall we go and take Rome? Tomorrow.