02x04 - Episode 4

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- Want to hear the MP scream? - It's not my kind of thing.

Police! Open up! Police! Search everywhere.

The police are here.

What are you doing here? Search everywhere! - Good morning, commissioner.

- How are things? - Take them away.

- Take it easy.

That's what those two were doing in here.

- Take it all as evidence.

- What shall we do with her? Take her away too.

Have you been arguing again? Angelina's become an endless pit.

A new car, jaguar fur coat Jaguar! Can you imagine how I feel? This bag would only last her two days.

She wants to open a perfumery now.

Six windows in the lnfernetto area.

Six windows? Practically a supermarket! Let's go.

Get undressed.

Everything.

I tell you what, if she opens a shop, you'll save on perfume.

Yes, but she'll get tired of it after six months and want something else.

Isn't it about time you told her to f*ck off? - Where's Sardo got to? - Are you changing the subject? She's been squeezing your balls for years.

No, carry on.

When nature calls Why all these men? We're not here to cheat you.

That's right.

Here's the money.

Where's the coke? The coke.

There's a problem with that.

A problem? What kind of problem? I'm really pissed off.

I want a double share from now on, and Libano's patch, which you gave that f*ckin' chick by mistake.

Otherwise anyone who wants to snort in Rome will have to go and buy it somewhere else.

You can put it back now.

Your name might be "Proud eye", but as for everything else - Fucker! - Let's go.

He's even taken our money, the son of a bitch.

- What are you doin' here? - I've come to see how you are.

Just great.

- What about your arm? - My arm's fine.

Thank God.

Because when I came out of the operating theatre alive, I asked myself why God Almighty would want to save a son of a bitch sinner like me.

But then I realised.

It's so I can do justice, and clean the world of all the snakes like Dandi.

Leave God alone, and leave Dandi alone too.

No.

How can I? No one can refuse Our Lord, not even you.

And if you don't like it, you can leave.

Yes, you're right.

I'll be seein' you.

Freddo.

Do you know what your problem is? You like being the boss, but you're not Libano, you don't have his balls.

Or you would have sorted Dandi out by now.

You just don't understand.

As my lawyer, you will get a move on, go where you have to go, and not come back until you get Patrizia out! That's right, good.

- What do you want? - Freddo wants to talk to you.

- He can come here.

- No, at Franco's.

He says it's something that concerns the whole crew.

Is that so? Well, tell him I've got other things to think about.

No, he says to come straight away.

Let's go then.

My f*ckin' problems have become everyone's business now.

Mario Borsi and Lorenzo Blini.

What's your real role? What it says there.

Officials of the interior Ministry.

Just like you.

Then what were you doing in that brothel? We like a certain type of woman.

Just like you.

But I don't amuse myself filming MPs being whipped.

You're using that place for your blackmail.

But on whose orders? Who's behind you? Perhaps a spell in jail will clear your heads.

Take them away.

Sir, this is lnes Buontempo.

She knew they were filming, she even got paid extra for it.

Good.

Now we can charge them with extortion.

Take her away.

First we have to prove they were blackmailing the Honorable Altamonti.

If we want to nail them, we'll have to grill Cinzia Vallesi.

- No, she's only a pawn.

- Commissioner, forget your feelings for her, you've protected her enough.

Let me get this straight you're Sardo's friend, how come you didn't know about this? I told you.

Since Ricotta sided with you to k*ll Gemito, Sardo doesn't trust anyone anymore, not even me.

But he's like a dog, his bark is worse than his bite.

Double share just means you readjust his share a little.

And it's not the end of the world if you give him Libano's patch.

But Donatella's Nembo Kid's woman, and he could give us some problems.

The problem is we'll soon be out of cocaine.

Where will we get supplies? Yes, we've only got a week's supply left.

Do we sell them talcum powder? Let's give Sardo the patch.

We have to get Patrizia out of jail and take out Scialoja.

k*ll Scialoja to get Patrizia out? We've got enough problems.

I reckon you have too many problems.

How come you're always bringing this Donatella from Latina into it? You don't want to ask her something, do you? I've hit the nail on the head, eh? No, you f*ckin' haven't! If we give way to him today, tomorrow Sardo will want even more, and in a month's time we'll be back working for others.

Fine words.

And seeing no one could give a f*ck here, I'll take care of Patrizia.

You please yourselves.

Go f*ck yourselves! It's not only a case of prostitution, we're talking blackmail here.

We're talking about years in jail.

- Are you worried about me? - Who are those men? Or is it that the only way to see me again is to arrest me? Tell me what you really want.

Let me go back to my cell.

Take her away.

Sir, we received a phone call.

From the Chamber of Deputies.

We need more coke.

Scrape it off the walls, look in the sewers! - We have to - Go on! I'm going.

Listen, Napoli, if Sardo doesn't trust you anymore why should I? - Because I'm here answering your questions.

- What if I ask you where he's hiding? - I don't know.

- But I can find out.

- Then you tell Fiero and Scrocchia.

And what do you want to do when we know? Take him out? That depends on him.

He's the one raising his voice.

But Sardo is still Don Mimmo's godson, right? Maybe, or maybe not.

In the Camorra, those in charge one day can be below ground the next.

- I can ask Napoli how things stand.

- Good man.

And come back with the right answers.

Because if you change your shirt too often, you end up naked as a corpse.

Please take a seat, commissioner.

Mr.

Altamonti.

I wanted to thank you for the speed and discretion you have used.

If it hadn't been for you, those rogues would have blackmailed me.

- But? - I want that video.

- I'm sorry, it's evidence.

- You don't understand The girl you were with admitted knowing you were being filmed.

It was all part of the plan.

We want you to press charges too, help us to clean up this business.

No, you help me instead.

If you let me have that video, you will find yourself a loyal friend.

Someone who could make you a police chief.

I can't see myself as police chief.

- You're making a big mistake here.

- It wouldn't be my first.

Goodbye.

Alright, Mr.

Altamonti, don't worry.

Yes? Expel this f*ckin' cocaine.

There, my brother's done.

Remind you of anything? Happy memories.

Like sh*t they were.

Is that all you've got? - It's not even 100 grammes.

- I can't get any more than this in.

It's all we brought, because we were told that here in Rome there's a g*ng of f*ckers who control the whole market.

- And who are these "f*ckers"? - All they're good for is sh**ting.

Alright.

if they're f*ckers, we'll easily fool them.

But next time you can bring us double this amount.

Okay? Here.

You take it from him.

What the f*ck! - Are you sure this is the way? - Trentadenari drew me the map.

- Think Sardo would hide in a wood? - Shut up and get a move on! f*ck it, my new shoes! Here it is.

Quiet.

- Look at this villa! - So much for being a fugitive! - There's Sardo.

- He's not alone.

A couple of bodyguards aren't a problem.

I don't like it, there aren't enough of them.

Let's take a look around.

There's f*cking loads of them! Fiero, he's got an army of them here.

Hey, what's with the heavy breathing? Are you jerking off? Easy, boy.

Easy.

Vegetarian diet? I thought you liked your meat raw.

Who the f*ck are you? How did you get in? All these questions to someone who's brought you a bundle of money.

And as much again when the job's finished.

- I don't do anything strange though.

- No, don't worry.

All you have to do is act.

That won't be a problem for you though, will it? It's part of your job.

You can't sh**t cops.

Because a dead cop can cause more trouble than a living one.

And it's bad for business.

That fucker arrested my woman.

Your woman's a hooker then? Because a boss's woman stays home with her children where we come from.

Things are a little different here.

You asked for my advice, and I've given it to you.

I meant no disrespect.

- Can this woman harm you in any way? - No, I don't think so.

Then forget about her.

You need a proper woman.

Do you understand? - Think he understood? - He understood.

He knows giving orders is better than screwing.

By the way this business in Milan, the vice chairman who doesn't want to become chairman.

If they'd arrested my woman I'd have sh*t the cop between the eyes.

But not you.

You need the Sicilian to tell you who to screw and who not to.

What the f*ck do you want? If you want to ditch Patrizia, that's your problem.

But who'll be next? One of the g*ng? f*ck off! - Hi.

Am I disturbing you? - You always do.

I went to see Patrizia.

I wanted to know if you'd spoken to the lawyer, and if there's any news.

Perhaps there's something you want to tell her.

Tell her I think about her all the time.

The morning's search.

Not even 100 grammes of the stuff.

We'll have to come to some agreement with Sardo if we want to peddle coke.

- What do they say in Naples? - It's not that simple, Sardo's well-respected.

- What about the villa? - Crawling in bodyguards.

- And f*ckin' huge Dobermans.

- What g*ns are they carrying? - It'd be su1c1de to try to get in.

Two dogs and three bodyguards and you sh*t your pants! - It's not only that.

- What's the problem then? We're startin' a w*r with the Camorra over a woman.

- Are we sure it's worth it? - He's right.

Nembo Kid's been k*lled outside a bank in Milan.

Was he carrying out a robbery? We don't know yet.

There were two of them, but that's all I know.

God rest his soul.

But his death will solve our problems for us.

Won't it? Milan.

The Vice Chairman of the Banco Ambrosiano, Roberto Rosone, was wounded this morning by two masked gunmen.

One of the assailants was k*lled in the att*ck Did you know him? Known as Nembo Kid Quiet! - Can't we even talk now? Why not? - Because I say so.

And that's final.

And who are you? The queen of my ass? - She's Dandi's woman.

- I know that.

How come your Dandi hasn't pulled you out of here then? If he'd been my guy, I'd be out sunbathing in Ostia by now.

It was about 8 in the morning when the Vice Chairman, Roberto Rosone, left the head branch of the Banco Ambrosiano, and found himself in a hail of b*ll*ts, which only resulted in a wound to the right leg.

Couldn't it have waited? He's only been dead an hour, and here you are.

- Like a vulture, ready to drop me.

- What are you talking about? Nembo Kid's dead, and I don't f*ckin' count any more.

It's better to keep the Camorra happy.

Think I don't know about Sardo's offer? Donatella, I haven't come here to dump you.

Libano's patch remains yours.

- More so than ever.

- Then why have you come? To see if you need anything.

Yes, I need you to get out of here.

So you organized the filming? Yes, but it was the MP's idea.

He liked to watch it afterwards.

it was like a souvenir of the evening.

I just asked my friends to film us.

And where did you meet these friends? On holiday in Greece, two years ago.

I don't understand.

If it was all arranged, how come the MP didn't ask them to film him in the room? Perhaps the presence of other people put him off? In short - How much did they pay you? - Commissioner Be quiet! How much did they pay you to change your story? Nothing, it's the truth.

It's obvious that if the video wasn't made with the aim of extorting money, it is no longer evidence, and must be returned to its rightful owner.

And that lets the spies off the hook too.

Goodbye connection between the g*ng and the secret services.

That leaves Cinzia Vallesi charged with running a prostitution ring.

I spoke to Dandi.

He says he thinks about you all the time.

Is that all he said? What a sh*t! - Perhaps he meant - He meant "fend for yourself".

A man should stick by his woman.

I'm here for you, Patrizia.

If there's anything I can do for you Just stay away from Dandi.

Can I have a word? - What the f*ck do you want? - I only want a word with you.

Take it easy, Freddo.

It's only me.

Easy.

- What the f*ck do you want? - Nice place you've got here, Freddo.

I like it, you've got yourself a nice set up.

You could have asked if you only wanted to see my home.

I would have let you in.

What is it you want? You walked out without letting us finish what we were saying before.

We're upset about Nembo Kid too, but his death changes things.

Yes.

We can't trigger a w*r with the Camorra over Donatella.

We told you Let's do a deal with Sardo.

We don't have to take it meekly.

We'll come to some arrangement.

We'll explain it to Donatella.

She's a smart girl, she'll understand.

One way or another.

What does Dandi say? You heard what he said, didn't you? He's in agreement too.

Now listen to what I have to say.

Because if you think Donatella is the problem, you've no f*ckin' idea.

Because you don't want to understand.

You're a g*ng of wimps, without balls or a brain.

Now get out! - Can't we even talk it over? - Go f*ck yourselves! Get out! All of you! Are you still here? Go f*ck yourselves! Get out.

Do you remember this place? Yes.

This is where you made me walk barefoot back to Rome.

You were just a kid, you're a grown man now.

You said a few words, not a novel.

You're still a thug though.

You see, I could tell him to take you out now, and I'd like that.

But then I think: Is it worth it? Because I don't like you.

But we're alike in one thing.

You're able to separate business from your private life.

- Not like Freddo.

- Just get to the point.

Let's get rid of that fucker once and for all.

I'm sorry, I don't think I understand.

Yes, you do understand.

You bring him to me, and we'll stick him a foot underground.

In exchange we'll back you as the only boss in Rome.

Dandi, the new King of Rome.

With the Camorra's blessing.

You already have the Mafia's.

Well? What do you say? Do you want a lift, or do you prefer to walk? Did you go to lnfernetto? Don't bother then, they've already sold the shop.

Know how much for? Less than 150 million lire.

It was the chance of a lifetime! But you're always too busy.

You have a g*ng to run! Some g*ng! Four show-offs playing billiards in Franco's bar.

She's such a pain in the ass! Come on, let's toast to Angelina's broken nose.

No, let's toast to that other fucker, Freddo.

- Boy! Bring me something to eat.

- I'm sorry, the kitchen's closed.

- I'm hungry, find me something.

- And what a thing to say! You're a g*ng of f*ckers.

Who the f*ck do you think you are? Are you the g*ng? No.

We're the g*ng.

it's taken us five years to make it what it is, and you want to ruin everything for a bitch from Latina? - What are these? - I'm sorry, it's all I could find.

Think I'm a monkey who eats peanuts? You're the baboon here.

Do you like peanuts? Here.

You eat the peanuts.

Go and get a drink.

Hello, Dandi.

It seems no one can sleep tonight.

We've all got a problem.

And so have you.

A problem called Freddo.

You did well to come, I might just have the solution.

At least one thing is clear this time.

Dandi's dumped you.

First he uses you, for as long as it suits him, then he dumps you.

- Aren't you using me to nail him? - I'm just doing my job.

Have you got a cigarette? Dandi used me, you use me.

I've had enough.

I want to make my own decisions from now on.

Then you can start right now.

You're being released tomorrow.

Of course the charge of running a brothel still stands, but it's no use keeping you inside, you're not the type to squeal.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Long time no see Have you solved your problems? Scialoja, Patrizia? Everything's sorted.

Cops and whores.

We might even solve the problem with Sardo.

I've spoken to him.

He wants to see us tonight, he wants to make it up.

He doesn't want to make it up, he wants our heads, and he's not getting mine.

So? He's not getting mine either.

I just want to hear what he has to say.

And if we don't like it, we'll tell him to f*ck off once and for all.

But we both have to do it.

You're not sending me on my own? - Where's Freddo? - He likes to travel on his own.

- If he comes, that is.

- He'll come.

Here's the prodigal son.

Seeing we're all here now, we can begin.

Well, we've sniffed each other, we've growled at each other, and we've reached the conclusion that we need each other.

So let's all lower our swords and see if we can come to some agreement.

Of course.

This is my proposal: you get the same share as before, and Donatella keeps Libano's patch.

That sounds fair.

I I just have one more request.

I believe the time has come for you to go f*ck yourself.

No hard feelings.

- All clear outside.

- Good.

Are you all here? The g*ng can't disband because of a couple of "f*ck yous".

Let's get a move on, we have to clean up here.

- You take his head.

- That's his head.

No, those are his feet.

Come on.

Dandi, we'll choose the place next time.

Out at sea maybe.

A boulder round his neck, and it's goodbye.

But Sardo and I liked this place.

What's so special about it? - It reminds me of home.

Memories.

- Dandi, I just can't work you out.

Okay, let's get this f*ckin' job over with.

There, that's what happens to those who try to split up the g*ng.

How long will it take the Camorra to get in touch? A week at the most.

They'll have a kilo of coke on their hands, Sardo gone, and their old Roman friends ready to talk business.

They might even give us a discount.

Or sh**t us all through the head.

All you can talk about is work.

Sardo's gone, let's celebrate.

It's 5 o'clock in the morning, it's too late even to go whoring.

I've got an idea.

Fierolocchio, you're a revelation.

A true dancer.

You should have seen me as a kid, the best dancer in Tufello.

You've polished it all off! It's good, good.

Can't you hear the music? - You saved my life last night.

- I didn't do it for your sake.

Throw it.

I did it for this f*ckin' g*ng.

- You've not hit a single one.

- You're a bad thrower! I've done my part.

It's your turn now.

Yes, this is the hard part.

I hit it.

See ya, guys.

Whose grave did you steal those from? Come on, tell me you're not angry with me.

I'll drive.

I knew you weren't angry.

I know you too well for that.

Yes, but throw those flowers away, I can't stand the smell.

The bitch! Fancy some coffee? That's not what you asked me here for.

No.

I asked you to come because I want Libano's patch back.

- That was Dandi's idea, wasn't it? - No, the g*ng's.

But gangs have a boss, and this boss told me Trastevere was still mine.

This g*ng doesn't have a boss, and as equals we respect decisions taken.

- You can run my patch if you want.

- I don't need your charity.

Libano's patch returns to the g*ng, whether you like it or not.

You know what I think? There's no such thing as a g*ng without a boss.

So there is a boss, but it's not you.

Look after yourself.

Get in before I change my mind.

Tomorrow you're on special leave for health reasons.

Why? Jail is tiring, you need to get your strength back, and make sure people forget your faces for a while.

The decision has been taken.

And now, if you wouldn't mind The body of Roberto Calvi was found this morning in London, hanging from the scaffolding under Blackfriars Bridge.

It would appear that the most likely cause of death is su1c1de.

We'll meet again sooner or later.

In the meantime, if you still want Dandi, go to Via dei Marsi, 12.

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