02x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[TV journalist] Rai GR1.

[Blackbird singing]

[TV journalist] We open this edition with the
terrible massacres

that are plaguing Italy.

The Minister of Justice, Mormora,
and the General of the ROS, Zigrino...

Hey. [bird squawk] So... Eh.

[mumbles] [laughs]

[tense music crescendo]

[Blackbird singing]

I am for trust.

[Mormora] Eh, "trust is good, but control
is better," Lenin said.

How does it work?
Do we have to shake hands?

When we are all happy, General.

[Parrot squawks]

[tense music in the background]

[Zigrino] A small gift.

[Suro] "Religious grackle".

These in captivity imitate voices
better than parrots.

- I saw it on Superquark.
- Superquark, of course.

[in Sicilian] What does this one do?

When he's in a good mood,
he sings repeate...

repeate-... repeated-... repeatedly

- the anthem of Mameli.
- Beautiful.

We came here personally

because we believe that in the communication
between our intermediaries

something has been lost.

[in Sicilian] Like what?

A sense of proportion.

What the Minister means is that
in your requests...

[in Sicilian] I understand what
the Minister means.

Article 41-bis must be abolished.

Article 41-bis is fine where it is.

It is inhumane and degrading.

Eh... Paolo Bray's death was also
inhumane and degrading.

[Blackbird singing]

And the six Carabinieri k*lled
in the Villabate barracks.

And the fourteen tourists in Erice...

- [in Sicilian] w*r has a price.
- [Mormora] I agree,

but it's on the price of peace
that we disagree.

"Imprisonment near the homes
of family members, reform of the law
of informants,

revision of the Maxi Trial".

What you are asking for is clear.
Less clear is what you offer.

Survival.

Article 41-bis, however,
will not be touched.

Paolo Bray wanted it.

And we also have a request.

Non-negotiable.

You agree to secretly collaborate
with law enforcement.

[in Sicilian] You want me to be a snitch?

[in Sicilian] So you get
the support of public opinion.

Infamous, but free.

Untouchable.

And then, you get rid of the dissidents
forever.

"Dissidents"?

We know that this w*r
is not unanimously approved...

uanimously...

In short, not all district leaders
approve of it.

They don't approve of you either.

You help us arrest these people,

so the w*r ends
and we all benefit,

in tranquility, health and longevity.

[Mormora] You don't even have to bother
k*lling them.

They go straight to 41-bis.

[in Sicilian] And what if another
judge came to bust my ba*ls?

After what happened to Paolo Bray?

[Blackbird singing]

[Blackbird sings the anthem of Mameli]

Mh?

General, I'd say we're all happy.

[epic music in the background]

[music fades]

[tense music in the background]

We should have taken him to the ER.

[in Sicilian] Again? You've already said
that at least nine times, Commander.

But... But what are you doing?

[in Sicilian] I'm making him come around.
So we can interrogate him.

This was clear, but 250
euros a bottle this Amazonian Rain.

What did he want to do?
Did he want to resell it on the internet?

[screams]

[sounds of struggle]

[sound of pain]

[Costardello] Get it off!

- Get it off me!
- [Leonarda makes straining sounds]

[sounds of struggle]

[coughing]

[in Sicilian] Is there a way to communicate
with this Calogero?

[screams] Oh, Madonna! What is it?

[Nino in Sicilian] Disgusting!

- They're just mice.
- Just?

Hey, hey!

[in Sicilian] To communicate with Calogero
I need a cell phone.

This stuff is poison to me now.

Eat without worry,
it's your last meal anyway.

[in Sicilian] Okay.

[in Sicilian] I will die with no regrets.

It's even poetic,
to die at the hands of my daughter.

[in Sicilian] Finally I will be reunited
with my wife, my Catena.

[in Sicilian]
My only regret is that I leave her

with all these questions
about his wife.

[in Sicilian]
But didn't you say you were

Well, I said:
"A kind of widower".

[in Sicilian] Let's focus
on the main issue.

- Teresi', if we k*ll your father...
- Don't call me Teresi'.

- Excuse me, can you untie me?
- [in Sicilian] You have to be quiet.

[in Sicilian]
How am I supposed to eat my last meal?

[in Sicilian]
Teresa, if we k*ll your father

we'll end up fighting
with the other families.

[in Italian] to know who has to
be in charge. We are too small.

[in Sicilian] We are small.

We are so small
that they will crush us immediately.

[in Sicilian] If we take the archive
instead we change everything.

From small we become big
and no one will be able to touch us anymore.

How do you know if the archive exists?

My father never tells the truth.

[in Sicilian]
If he's telling another bullshit,

[in Sicilian]
we k*ll him and we don't talk about it anymore.

[in Sicilian] My kidney doesn't work
anymore, but my ears do.

[in Sicilian]
You never tell it either...

the truth.

[Nino in Sicilian] Do you really want
to carry this weight on your stomach?

You will have the m*rder of your father
on your conscience.

[in Italian] There is a whole literature
on the psychological repercussions

that derive from the m*rder
of a parent, starting with Winnicott...

[in Sicilian] If you don't stop talking
I'll have you k*lled too!

Surely there are no
psychological repercussions

for the m*rder of a fake cousin.

Oh, yeah? You'll have me k*lled?

[in Sicilian] So,
why didn't you tell the others

who I really am?

For two reasons:

the first is that I didn't remember that name,
"Ascolari", "Ascolar..."

Scotellaro!

Nino Scotellaro, what's the matter?

And the other reason?

[in Sicilian] I don't want to tell you.

[melancholy music in the background]

I'm only asking you for a second chance, Teresa.

Who wants the archive?

Balduccio or...

[sighs, in Sicilian] that other one?

[in Italian] What if I say both?

I'm on your side, Teresa.

I have been since I was
the only one who was

and I will be forever.

[tense music crescendo]

But now I need
you to be on my side.

[Teresa in Sicilian] Call this
f*cking Calogero.

[cell phone ringing]

[in Sicilian] What do we do?

[phone line clears]

[Costardello] Oh, are you with us?

Carabinieri!
Now answer the phone, say:

"Hello" and that's it.
Nod your head if you understand.

[in Sicilian] f*ck you.

It's not working.

[sighs] No! You say?

[phone line clears]

[Leonarda in Sicilian]
Let me try.

[in Sicilian] Listen, honey,

there's that poor Christian woman,
your mother, calling you.

- [mumbles]
- She's worried

because you didn't come home last night.

- Mom!
- Tell her everything's okay.

[mumbling] Mom...

[grunts]

Mom...

[Calogero in Sicilian]
Nothing happened. Don't worry.

[in Sicilian]
What "mom", it's me!

See you at noon
where your cousin got married.

And hurry up!

Can I jump
to a hasty conclusion?

That was Suro!

I would have beaten around the bush.

But that was the meaning, yes.

[tense music in the background]

Let's go to the appointment.

Who is this cousin?
Where did she get married?

Oh, "Thing", what's your name...
By the way, what's her name?

[in Sicilian] I don't know.

What do you mean "I don't know"?

[in Sicilian] I couldn't find
her documents.

And in the car there is
neither the registration nor the insurance.

Oh, wake up.

- Where is this appointment with Suro?
- [Leonarda] Commander!

[Costardello] Answer!
What the f*ck is your cousin's name?

[Leonarda] Commander, he's not breathing.

[Costardello]
Oh! You're not going to die on me now, are you?

[music fades]

[buzzing of flies]

[cell phone ringing]

- [Luvi] Yes?
- [Mormora on the phone] Any developments?

[Luvi] His man got on the helicopter
and dumped me in the middle of nowhere.

Here are the developments.

[Mormora] Didn't he offer you a ride?

When I asked him,
he replied verbatim:

"But this is a state aircraft,
not a taxi."

[Mormora] Sociability is not among
his many virtues,

- I recognize that.
- Eh.

[Mormora] I assure you he compensates
with his renowned efficiency.

Now what do we do?

[Mormora] Absolutely nothing, lawyer.

Now our Testanuda will take care
of recovering Grandpa's will.

- [signal disturbed]
- Hello?

- [indistinct intermittently]
- Minister, I can't hear you. Hello?

[line disconnected]

[tense music in the background]

[church bells ringing]

[indistinct chatter in Sicilian]

[from phone] Sicily Rent Service Palermo,
this is Manfredi, how can I help you?

[Testanuda] Yes, good morning. I am...

I am Dr. Beati Paoli

from the provincial directorate
of the Revenue Agency.

- Is there a problem?
- No, don't worry.

No, no, actually...
[chuckles] it's our problem.

Since yesterday evening our server
has been down

and we can't
access the tax drawer.

Could you send me copies
of the long-term rental contracts

that you stipulated in 2018, please?

- Regarding which vehicles?
- All of them.

- All of them?
- Yes, all the vehicles in your fleet.

- Should I send them to you by email?
- Email is also down, unfortunately.

- You should send me a fax.
- We're in the 90s.

[laughs] Yes, like in the 90s, exactly.

- Is the fax the one on the website?
- So, not the number that's on the website,

because our internal fax is also
connected to the server.

You should write down the number
that I'm about to give you, do you have something to write with?

- Yes.
- [Testanuda] 0915...



- There are many zeros.
- Yes, [chuckles] many zeros.

- Here you go, I'm ready. Go ahead.
- ...18910.

[Manfredi] I'm here. Yes.

- It's urgent. Thank you.
- Very well, I'll send you everything by fax.

- [knocking on the door]
- [Teresa] Shh...

- [newborn baby crying]
- [Teresa] Come on... shh...

- Latch on, here.
- [newborn baby crying]

Latch on, Marianuccio, come on. Shh...

- [Mario] Teresa...
- I didn't say come in, Mario.

[Mario] Sorry, everything's ready.

[newborn baby crying]

[in Sicilian]
Give the bottle to this pain in the a*s.

[in Sicilian]
But is this whole army necessary?

[in Sicilian] Who's to say we won't find
his army there?

- No one.
- Exactly.

[in Sicilian]
Before we leave, I should go to the bathroom.

You have a diaper, use it.

[car horn]

[phone line clears]

Yes, hello?

If I didn't answer, it means
I couldn't answer.

But isn't there anyone with you?

Didn't you contact the caregiver?

- [car horn]
- Okay, listen, I'll be right there. I'll come.

Yes...

Eh, one word.

[Luvi] Hello, yes, I need a taxi in...

Um... Where the hell are we here?

[rhythmic music in the background]

[elevator bell]

[rhythmic music continues]

[Nino, in Sicilian] Oh, follow us!

At the roundabout, the first exit.

[Costardello] Calogero Andrea Fasulo.

"Extortion, attempted m*rder,
corpse desecration,

sentenced to twenty years, fugitive."

[in Sicilian] Okay, but where the hell
did his cousin get married?

We need to first figure out which one,
because he has 11, between first and fifth degree.

Let's focus on first and second.

Excluding minors,
remain Aida Giosi,

Vincenzina Lampuga
and Eugenia and Scintilla Fasulo.

It's almost noon, we don't have time
to do all the checks.

You know what Nino used to say?

"Even fugitives have social media."

[SUUNUS: "Pie IX" in the background]

[in Sicilian] Ippocampo Ammare.
This is where Aida Giosi got married.

This is where
Eugenia Fasulo got married. Does it look familiar?

Nino's dog.

[in Sicilian] See, it all comes back?
That huge b*tch!

- Stay calm.
- What calm, commander?

[in Sicilian] She turned my brother's house
into a mafia hangout.

Let's try to think clearly.

It could be damning evidence,
but also a coincidence.

What coincidence?

Do we want to exclude a priori
that Suro is not going... to the thing, there,

to the Ippocampo Ammare?

Or... where did that other one get married?

Vincenzina Lampuga has no social media profiles.

See? You're not considering
all the options.

[in Sicilian]
There's no more time, Commander!

My brother's house is ten minutes
from here. I'm going there.

- Because Suro is going there.
- [Costardello] Scotellaro...

[in Sicilian] If you want, stay
here and consider the possible options.

[shouting] Marshal Scotellaro!

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Leonarda] Orders.

We can't just go like this
to his sister-in-law's house.

[tense music in the background]

[Giusy singing]
♪ With Scipio's helmet she has girded her head ♪

♪ Where victory is, let her offer her hair ♪

- Come on, you're acting crazy.
- ♪ For God created her a sl*ve of Rome ♪

- [indistinct murmur of the tenants]
- [Giusy continues to sing]

[Luvi] Giusy.

Giusy.

[indistinct murmur of the tenants]

Oh! Everybody calm down a bit!

[Giusy] Luvi is good.

[Luvi] Giusy, how are you?

Why is the door broken?

[Giusy's heavy breathing]

Can I have some pudding, please?

- Giusy...
- Please...

- Please, please.
- [Luvi] Giusy!

Please! Please, please!

Please, please.

Please, please!

[crying] Please...

[Luvi] What happened here?

[Giusy] Please, please...

If you have to have a moment
of paradoxical lucidity,

do it now, please.

Giusy, answer me.

Did someone come in?
Did they do something to you?

We are the State!

And we must be inflexible!

Only in this way can we win the w*r.

Where is Arturo, Giusy? Where is Arturo, huh?

- This as*h*le.
- [Giusy] Doctor!

- Yes...
- [Giusy] Doctor, doctor,

can I eat a little
pudding? [sound]

[Giusy] Can I have some pudding?

You're welcome...

[cell phone rings]

[Luvi sighs]

[sighs, sniffs]

[tense music in the background]

[sniffs]

[sounds]

Who smoked these?

Nino.

Nino is dead.

How many times do I have to tell you?
Nino is dead.

- Come on, Nino, don't be like that... [sound]
- It hurts you!

[Giusy] Please! Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Please.

Please, please, please.

[tense music crescendo]

[answering machine]
Hello? This is Gianfranco Costardello.

Or rather, I am the voice
of Gianfranco Costardello.

I am not at home right now.

If I don't answer you from my cell phone either,

please leave a message

here on the answering machine.

I will try to call you back as soon as possible,
thank you.

[tense music in the background]

[music fades]

[water flows]

[Giusy's sounds]

[Giusy's sounds]

[tense music in the background]

[Giusy's sounds]

[sounds]

[sounds]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[inaudible]

[music fades]

[driving music in the background]

- [Teresa in Sicilian] Are we there yet?
- [in Sicilian] Almost, almost. Here.

I'm not stopping.

[Mario, in French] f*ck!

No, I'm not stopping.

[in Sicilian] We're missing a chase
with the municipal police.

[in Sicilian] Pull over, I'll take care of it.
Mario, do you have a knife?

Cut the lace and hide the g*n.

[in Sicilian] Cut the lace!

[in Sicilian] Suro, you complain.

[sound]

[officer] Come on, come on!

[Nino] Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Officer, good morning.

You, rightly, have to do
your checks,

but if you can do us the kindness
of letting us go as soon as possible,

because my father is very ill.
In fact, we were...

- rushing to the nearest hospital.
- Don't worry.

I'll release you immediately.
License, registration...

and residence permit.

Kindly, can the young lady lower
her glasses?

Thank you. You too.

You, the documents?

- [sound]
- My father...

when he was little,
he moved to South America

and forgot Italian.
So, it's useless for you to talk to him.

Then the documents,
we left them at home,

because in the rush
to go to the hospital...

- [officer] What's your father's name?
- My father?

- [officer] Eh.
- [sound from Suro]

Beppe, his name is. Remora.

- [Nino] Remora Giuseppe.
- [sound]

Turn off the engine.

[Nino] We're fine...

[tense music in the background]

[Costardello] Are you sure, huh?

[clock ticking]

[sounds from Costardello]

We could at least split up.

[sound of effort]

One here, the other at the Ippocampo Ammare.

[clock ticking insistently]

Some music?

[Tony Renis: "Quando, quando, quando"
on the radio]

[music stops]

[Mango: "La rondine" on the radio]

[Brice Davoli: "Quando non ci sei"
on the radio]

[music stops]

[Brice Davoli: "Senza di te" on the radio]

[Nino in Sicilian] If you have to complain
do it right, not like this.

[in Sicilian] He's really sick too.

[sighs]

[giggles]

[in Sicilian] Why the f*ck are you laughing?

[in Sicilian] Because among all
those who have tried,

in the end a traffic policeman will arrest me.
[laughs]

[Nino in Sicilian] They're all arresting us.

Mario Sene Diop,

your residence permit has expired.

If you do not apply for renewal within


See what you have to do.

So can we go now?

Listen, can you do me a favor?

Can you get out of the car?

Dad?

- Please, could you get out... of the car?
- [officer] Look,

in my opinion, he understood perfectly.

[epic music in the background]

Wait!

No, I'm not armed.

If you don't let us go now,
a tragedy could happen!

What do you mean, excuse me?

[in Sicilian] Look at me. Look at me!

In the sense that my father is
sick with severe kidney failure

and if we don't get him to the hospital right away
for dialysis, it's a tragedy!

[laughing] What's all this pantomime?

Listen, can I ask you a favor?
Can we take a selfie?

- [Suro] Sure.
- [officer] Yes?

If you'd be so kind... Thank you.

- Vertical or horizontal?
- [officer] Vertical.

Don't worry, I won't post it, huh.

[camera shutter clicks]

- [in Sicilian] I took three.
- Thank you.

[Pino Donaggio: "Io che non vivo"
in the background]

What time is it?

Always one o' five... Now one o' six.

[music fades]

[Suro] We're here.

[tense music in the background]

But where the hell is he?

[in Sicilian] Who's to say
that after I give you the archive,

- you won't k*ll me?
- No one.

[in Sicilian] Imagine being
the cat he was talking about:

alive and dead at the same time,

only he can't know until
he gives me that f*cking archive.

[music fades]

- [Leonarda] Wake up, Commander!
- Oh! What time is it?

[in Sicilian] It's late, he's not coming anymore.

[in Sicilian] Nino was right.
Suro is either lucky or has superpowers.

- Or...
- We came to the wrong place!

Son of that filthy wh*re!

[Suro from cassette] I understand what
the Minister means.

- It must be a particular kind of bad luck...
- Shh.

...that only you Scotellaros have.

- When you're this close...
- Shh, Commander!

What? What?

[Mormora from cassette]


[Suro from cassette] It's inhumane and degrading.

[Mormora from cassette] Paolo Bray's death
was also inhumane and degrading.

And the six policemen k*lled in the barracks
in Villabate.

And the fourteen tourists in Erice...

[Suro in Sicilian]
w*r has a price.

[Mormora from cassette] I agree,
it's on the price of peace that we disagree.

"Imprisonment
near the homes of family members,

reform of the law of penitents,
revision of the Maxiprocesso".

What he asks for is clear.
Less clear is what he offers.

[Suro from cassette] Survival.

[Mormora from cassette]


Paolo Bray wanted it...

[Zigrino from cassette]
We also have a request.

[Mormora from cassette] Non-negotiable.

[in Sicilian] Where the hell is
this Calogero?

[in Sicilian] How should I know.

It's annoying to be right.

Without being too hasty!

[in Sicilian]
After all, we were late too.

It is plausible that, not seeing us arrive,
he left.

- [in French] Let's go.
- It's implausible.

[screams]

What is it?

Chest pains from discrepancy.

[in Sicilian]
And those are just the first symptoms.

Usually, neuropathies follow,

declivity and periorbital edema,
sopor, severe pallor...

[in Sicilian] Look at me carefully, doctor,
in your opinion,

do I have a severe pallor?

Enough with this comedy, dad. Let's go.

[in Sicilian]
It happens when I don't have dialysis.

Shall we try calling Calogero again?

[tense music in the background]

[Zigrino] It was easy, too easy.

[Suro from cassette]
You got what you wanted.

Another name to cross off the list.

[Zigrino] Yes, but a little more staging,
if you'll pardon the term,

wouldn't have hurt.

My guys fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
Not even a b*llet...

[male voice] This unforeseen event
was to be expected, though, right?

[Suro] You told me, verbatim,
that after what happened to Bray,

no one else would have the ba*ls
to break my ba*ls!

[Mormora] Frankly, I don't remember
ever saying that.

[Suro] I remember!

I swear it on the heads
of my five daughters.

[Mormora] Let's forget about the heads
of the offspring, let's try to get to the point.

[indistinct]

[male laughter]

[cardiac holter beeping]

[Suro from cassette] Lawyer...

I would be a little under total anesthesia
at the moment.

[Luvi from cassette]
You have to leave, immediately.

He's coming... now.

- [Suro] Who?
- [Luvi] My husband, he's coming,

he knows where you are.

[indistinct shouting]

[Suro] Lawyer, it won't happen again.

I had the kidney
of an Olympic gold medalist in my hands

and because of her husband...

[Luvi] We mustn't forget
that we have a pact.

[Suro] I always honor pacts.

I love neither blood, nor tritol.

I've already told you, they only serve
to turn men into heroes.

And nobody wants
a Piazza Scotellaro.

[tense music crescendo]

[inaudible screams]

[Leonarda] Why?

[in Sicilian] Traitor!
b*tch and daughter of a b*tch!

[breathes heavily]

Suro's archive...

...in a f*cking box?

[breathes heavily]

- You don't smoke, do you?
- Uh, no.

Since Italy-Bulgaria '94...

but it's a good time to start again.

What time is it, Commander?

I'm afraid to say it out loud.

[cell phone rings]

[in Sicilian]
You know what we say?

[in Sicilian] "The Turk
belongs to whoever takes it".

[cell phone continues to ring]

[in Sicilian] We took
Suro's archive.

[in Sicilian] Now it's ours.

[in Sicilian] And I bet
it's Suro who's calling now.

[in Sicilian] We have him in our grip.
Him, Mormora, General Zigrino

and all those other pieces of sh*t
who have helped him for twenty years.

Including that b*tch
and daughter of a b*tch!

With all due respect to her father.

What are you thinking?

[in Sicilian] Let's blow up
some kind of Watergate

and f*ck them all!

[driving music crescendo]

[in Italian]
This is the time, Commander.

[cell phone continues to ring]

[free line]

[in Sicilian] Calogero, you idiot!
Damn you! Where the f*ck are you?

[Leonarda] Calogero is dead.

The thing you were supposed to bring
now we have it.

[Leonarda]
Senza, you're practically dead too.

If you really are...

who you are, surrender to me,

only to me.

This way we close the circle.

Yes, well, surrender to us,

to the ROS and no one will do anything to you.

You have our word of honor.

[in Sicilian] No, but why? No!

[indistinct noises, line cuts off]

The cat is alive! The archive exists.

No! The cops have the archive!

Who wants it now?

[in Sicilian] Balduccio or that other one?

It's over!

[Costardello]
Someone like Suro will never surrender.

Yes, but he has no choice.

What if he made copies?

[in Sicilian]
Would someone like Suro have mobilized like this

for some shitty tracksuits
and a thousand euros of Amazonian Rain?

Those who have helped him for 20 years

are convinced
that he has the cassette.

[in Sicilian] Suro doesn't know that those guys don't
know that we have the cassette.

[sighs] Let's not complicate the situation.

Now, first thing: we need to secure
the cassette.

And second: secure ourselves,

I'm afraid that soon
"those guys" will know that we have it.

What's happening?

Damn, damn...

- Oh.
- Holy sh*t!

Uh... Do something.

[in Sicilian] It won't come out anymore, commander.

What do you mean "it won't come out anymore"?
Get this thing out!

[Leonarda, in Sicilian] This f*cking cassette is stuck!

[kettle whistling]

[tense music in the background]

[indistinct shouting in French]

[Teresa in Sicilian]
Where are you running, Baldu'?

[in Sicilian]
Excuse me... one minute.

[Nino] The cell phone, now.

Is there any code or fingerprint?

- 1-2-3...
- Mh.

[Domenico] 4-5-6.

[Teresa, in Sicilian]
Come on, let's hurry.

[Suro] Like this?

Without even a last wish?

I would like to embrace my nephew
one last time, if possible.

Impossible.

And hug my daughter?

[in Sicilian]
I forgave you for what you did,

[in Italian]
for making me a widower, a boy-father,

with five daughters to support,

[in Sicilian] for making your sisters
motherless orphans.

[in Sicilian]
Can't you forgive me?

[in Sicilian]
Teresi', blood of my blood...

It's never too late
to have a happy childhood.

[in Sicilian] Listen to me.

Don't call me Teresi'.

No, wait.

I'll do it.

[Nino, in Sicilian] Kneel.

[Florence and the machine: "Seven Devils"
in the background]

[in Sicilian]
And so the circle closes.

[in Sicilian] What the f*ck are you doing Balduccio?

[in Sicilian] Give it to me. Give it to me!

[sound of Teresa's effort]

Oh!

Guys...

[in Sicilian] Let's go!

[Florence and the machine: "Seven Devils"
continues]

[in Sicilian]
Balduccio where the f*ck are you?

[in French] Son of a b*tch!

[braking]

- [Leonarda] Did he do it?
- [Costardello] One moment.

Get the cassette,
I'll get rid of the car.

[sound]

[music fades]

[Nino, in Sicilian]
She has the archive.

The archive is the atomic b*mb.

[Costardello on the phone]
Shut up! Don't say anything.

There is irrefutable evidence
of a negotiation

with representatives of the Italian State
in the years of the massacres.

- [knocking on the door]
- [Testanuda] Tell me where it is

and I swear we'll become best friends.

- [driving music in the background]
- [sound from Suro]

[cell phone vibration]

Give me the car keys, ma'am.
Do you really want to die today?

[Suro] But are you sure you want to go back
to the other side?

[in Sicilian] And what about Balduccio Remora,
is he going to arrest him too?

[Luvi] I only want to know about him.

Does he look like someone you know?

He looks like my husband.