02x06 - O Track

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Don Pietro, if I may...

Are you sure it's the only solution?

I need to look in his eyes,

he's gotta say why that rat Ciro

is still around.

You know what's right.

Blood can be chewed, not spit, Patrizia.

Gennaro would be long dead
if he weren't my son.

Let's go, it's a long trip.

Your baptism favors...

we bought 500.

A coral child in the Virgin's arms.

That's what your mother wanted,

to honor Our Lady of Mount Carmel

who performed the miracle.

We even went to certain doctors,

they said she couldn't have children.

My father said to get a new wife,

because a boss needs
someone to carry his name.

I said they'd have to k*ll me,

because I'd chosen your mother.

And I did well,

because your mother gave me you,

a son.

I gave that son the most important job:

to k*ll Ciro Di Marzio.

Instead he made a deal against me.

If I wanted Ciro Di Marzio dead,

I'd have k*lled him by now,

but I didn't, it's not in our interest.

Not our interest? I don't get it,
Gennarino, explain.

Dad, you're getting old,

you're stuck in the past,
you can't see the future.

The future's the contacts I made,

it's a direct line from our
home to the heart of Rome,

it goes back and forth like a train.

You're my son,

you have to do what I say.

It's true, I'm your son,

but soon I'll be a father too.

I have to make my own way.

Now you can follow me, if you want.

If I don't?

You'll be alone,

and alone you won't
go anywhere in Naples.

Or you'd have already done it.

Trust the son you wanted so much.

At least once in your life,

trust him.

- Wow! Kickin' ass, Tonino!
- Here.

No, I'm busy.

So, what do we do?

Roam around the Fiori and
Berlingieri neighborhoods,

the Savastanos can't be let out,

but if they do, come and tell us.

- You up to it?
- You bet!

- g*ns?
- g*ns...

g*ns are just for the armed
lookouts at intersections.

Ok, but what do I get?

350 a week for you

and 150 for your friends.

- Okay.
- Okay? Get moving!

Let's go!

- Where the f*ck are you going?
- Mom's in the hospital.

Don't leave that alley, understand?

We can't risk our necks because of you.

Hey, hands off! What do you want?

What's this, assh*le?

We're starving in
the alley, this gets us by.

You buy your stuff just from us!

- 48 a kilo's too much!
- That's the price!

Screw you, others sell at 30,

how come you're selling at 48?

Thank Gennarino you're still alive

and that I don't k*ll you all.

- So now, get back in your hole!
- Hands off!

Go, assh*le!

- Eyes open, Bomber!
- Don't worry.

Let me see.

This is it?

- Money!
- Here.

You got it?

- What piece is that?
- It's all he had!

sh*t gypsies!

- You got b*ll*ts?
- Two.

- One for me, one for you?
- Don't be funny.

- On the ground!
- sh*t face, on the ground!

- Come with me.
- What do you want?

Open up!

Put the money in here, fast!

Don't move!

I'm doing it, one second!

Make it fast!

Freeze, don't move!

Hurry!

Give it here!

- Done?
- Let's scram!

Let's go!

Okay, I get it.

It's Dwarf.

What is it, Rosario?

They robbed the betting
agency on Corso Italia.

- Who?
- The alley kids.

- They left their neighborhood?
- Yeah.

- Who ordered them?
- No one, they did it alone.

- You're sure?
- They're like rabid dogs.

No one in the clan can stand them,
but they're Genny's friends.

What do we tell people? We k*ll them!

We stay calm, Rosario.

You said it yourself,

those kids are theirs.

They're Savastano's,

and the Savastanos have to deal with it.

Alert Malamore,

alert them all.

We have a deal, they can
move within their area,

and we don't say a word,
but if someone slips up,

goes out and makes a mess,

they'll answer for it.

Okay.

They said that if we back the
robbery and break the deal,

we gotta say it to their faces.

Don Pietro!

He had to tell me himself

because I never realized it.

What?

I never trusted him.

My father always said
little children need milk,

but grown children need trust.

Tell Malamore we respect Gennaro's deal.

He must deal with the alley boys.

- Bomber, give me 50 Euros.
- Here.

- We scared them f*cking shitless.
- Chaos, Trak!

Did you see that fat guy?

He peed his pants!

Who is it?

- Linx!
- Hi, Bomber!

What's up, guys?

What's the matter?

Don't move, assh*le!

Come here, you piece of sh*t!

You'd already be dead
if it was up to me.

Think I forgot you sh*t
outside my house?

But there's a deal now,

and Don Pietro said
we have to respect it,

and so do you, okay?

Let's go.

Hey kid, get me Carmine!

- Keep your eyes open.
- Don't worry.

Carmine, they're asking for you!

What the f*ck does he want?

What's up?

Your little friends robbed
the betting agency,

they left their area without permission.

I don't know anything,
but we'll deal with it.

I hear it's not going well.

Who's it going well for these days?

But the night's even darker for some.

I have a proposal for you,

come over to our side.

Ciro,

we're Savastano's, don't talk to me.

What did being faithful get you?

Where's Gennaro?

I don't see him.

You gave him your blood,
and he left you alone.

You have nothing to do with them.

Think about it.

Pitbull, let's go!

Little Bird, what did you tell Ciro?

I said no way.

Look what those bastards did to me!

Should we be living this shitty life?

I'm sick of it. Bomber, you?

- We do what Ciro said.
- We'll be against the Savastanos.

So what? They're stuck in their area!

They don't even know
where Don Pietro is.

Don Pietro won't be hiding forever.

When he's out and raisin' hell,
on whose side will we be?

Where we're best off.

I agree.

Then, do without me.

Go!

Bye, Little Bird!

Coward!

What did the alley kids say?

They say okay.

We're letting in rats.

Everyone's got rats.

Depends if the rats eat
provisions or one another.

If another w*r breaks out?

Neither Pietro nor the alley kids
are strong enough to fight us.

It'll be like a dog fight.

Worst thing is, a dog dies.

Guys, how about makin' a clan?

With one broken g*n from the gypsies?

We have hatred.

- How much does Malamore's spot make?
- 150-200 thousand a week.

- Hear that?
- And he says the spot's no good.

Cry and be sly.

Now we'll really make 'em cry!

How strong are they?

They have three sub-groups
and eight people

plus four who prepare
dr*gs on the ground floor.

They work from 6am to 4pm
and from 4pm to 1am.

- On Saturdays till two?
- Yeah.

The morning shift guy takes
the night shift the next day.

They all get three free days a week.

We'll make 'em sh*t their pants!

They're already buried, Trak!

More important:
where are Malamore's men?

Second floor, apartment 9.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

- Lift that bag!
- What the f*ck do you want?

Move!

You're sure these and
hatred will be enough?

Fausto, what's the problem?
Can't see a f*cking thing at night,

and those shits don't expect it.

They gotta be scared,
like rats in glue!

Take this, Trak!

Bye, guys.

- Things okay there?
- All okay.

Things okay?

It's over!

See you tomorrow!

C'mon, c'mon!

Upstairs!

Inside!

Geo out, you piece of sh*t!

Pony!

Piece of sh*t!

So? Where are the g*ns?

Tell me.

Tell me!

Piece of sh*t, where are they?

Top floor.

What do you want?

Go, go!

Take this trash with you!

Downstairs!

- I'm going for the g*ns.
- I'll get more people.

Downstairs, fast!

I'll break your neck, move!

Take this stuff down.

Move, hear me?

Piece of sh*t, c'mon!

Get in, you bastard!

Shut up, piece of sh*t!

Be quiet, piece of sh*t!

m*therf*cker!

Go, go!

Move, fast!

Shut up!

- Get out!
- Nicola!

- Careful with the children.
- Don't worry.

C'mon!

Make it fast!

Move!

Fast!

Make it fast.

- Where's Malamore's house?
- I don't know.

- Where?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

- Where is it?
- There!

Take this piece of sh*t downstairs!

Say goodbye to your house.

This is our dealing spot!

If the alley guys rebelled,
it's Savastano's f*cking problem,

we respect deals.

We don't care what happens between them.

We've nothing to do
with Savastano's deal.

- What do we get?
- What do we get?

We make more money with Gennaro's coke,

they come from the rich
neighborhoods to buy our stuff.

It'll soon be like old times when
we were number 1 in Europe.

That's worth ten
Berlingieri dealing spots!

Sit down.

Malamore's sure Ciro behind it.

Ciro's not the problem,

Berlingieri is ours

and they have to respect
the deal with my son.

My uncle rallied his men.
They've got g*ns, ready to act.

We stood by, watching it all

and nothing good happened.

Tell Malamore we start with the rebels.

They gotta eat their own sh*t.

- Hi, guys.
- Hi.

Let's make if fast!

It's all here?

All of it.

You're sure?

Okay.

- Bomber!
- And the money?

First, we start working.

From now on, Malamore's dealing
spots are ours, we're in charge.

There's an extra for you too.

What the f*ck are you looking at?

You rat!

- Get him!
- Let's go!

Don't worry, it's okay.

Who is it?

The betting receipts!

Go buy yourself something!
You didn't see anything, ok?

Wait.

He's here.

I'll be right back.

Everything okay?

Your friends rebelled.

I know.

But nothing changes,

we have to stay focused on business.

Your father will be f*ckin' mad.

What's he want to do?

Gabriele, I'm in Rome,
I have another perspective.

You're in Rome, but your
heart's in Secondigliano

and our home's a time b*mb.

Your father and Ciro have the fuse.

We have to focus on
business, you're right,

but this mess is bad,
we know it better than anyone.

Put this fire out, Gennaro,

before it burns everything.

Bye, Gabriele.

Bye, Gennaro.

Where are you going?

To Naples, there's trouble.

What do you care what happens in Naples?

That's where my father
and brother are, you forget?

You're family's here now.

Our family.

Azzurra, you're my life...

I love you.

But never get between me and my blood.

We're here to talk, that's all, right?

Right.

No crap, I guaranteed for you both.

Don't worry!

Wait here.

Stay here, straw burns near fire!

f*ck off, you and straw!

- How are you, Little Bird?
- Genny!

- What's up?
- You're finally back.

- Yeah, too bad it's like this.
- There was no other way.

Don't trust Ciro Di Marzio,

he's using you to
cause havoc in our clan.

But then he'll throw you away,
like a used condom.

So, why didn't you k*ll him?

It meant another w*r,
everyone against everyone.

They'd have come from Piscinola,
Ponticelli or center of Naples

and taken everything,
I couldn't let that happen.

Your place is by my side,
where it's always been.

Till now it didn't seem like that.

You disappeared, it's not
easy keeping up with a ghost.

You gotta come back to us.

Under what conditions?

Like before,

and I'll pretend nothing
happened these days.

- What did he say?
- We gotta go back to him.

Under the same conditions as before.

- Where are you going?
- Wait.

Gennaro, are things okay?

Fine, Trak!

We have to talk.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Step down or I'll bury your name!

Are you crazy? We were clear!

From now on, anyone
with Savastano is against us.

Carmine, who are you with?

With me or them?

I'm with you

but we don't bury their name,

they're the Savastanos.

We don't touch them.

We don't touch Genny.

- Calm down!
- Get off!

It ends here for us.

For us too,

but tell your father,

from now on, the alley's done starving.

Let's go!

Piece of sh*t!

Angelo!

Get up, Malamore!

Don Pietro,

Malamore's all right,

but Angelo, he's gone.

Gennaro agreed those shits
could have Berlingieri

and he guaranteed peace.

At this point, Gennaro's word
doesn't count a f*ck.