02x06 - Episode 6

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Are we done?

Trust is good...

control is better, as someone used to say.

Shall we begin?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Can they hear us? Can you hear us?

- No? Yes?
- Yes.

Yes, we hear you. Good morning, we hear you.

- Good morning.
- BR, aren't you turning it on?

We're off to a bad start.

I can't trust someone
I can't look in the face.

What are you doing, are you kidding us?

Are you kidding us?

Shall we begin? For God's sake!

Yes.

Matteo, I imagine you have already prepared
your requests.

Yes. Hello, I am the lawyer
Matteo Boccanera.

I would like to remind you that I exercise
my functions

in compliance with the complementary rules
of article 9,

of the code of ethics of my profession.

Within that relationship,
tacit but conscious,

between lawyer and clients, which is
realized in the protection of secrecy.

Can you hear me? Is it b... is it stuck?

No Matteo, we hear you. Go on, go on.

- Go on.
- Yes.

- So...
- Lawyer Matteo Boccanera,

in a state of law, you would have already
been hanged along with your clients.

But tell us, tell us.

We will not be judged by a court,
but by history.

Yes. So...

I would like to start by recalling something
that the great jurists of the past

taught us.

That is, that the entire history
of human progress

is a series of transitions through which
an institution

that seems absolutely necessary,

is finally recognized as injustice...

and universally condemned.

- Matteo... This is not a plea.
- I am referring...

You don't have to convince anyone.

You can tell us your requests
as if it were a shopping list.

We evaluate them, if they make sense,
we find an agreement.

Pragmatism and speed. There are
people here who have things to do. Come on.

Abolition of 41 bis.

Now, this doesn't make sense.

Mitigation, constitutionalization.

You have reduced our father to a larva.
We want better treatment for him.

Life is a compromise between what
we want and what we can have.

True. Otherwise, we'll make him
swallow those medals.

They are not medals. They are campaigns!

Ahem... Moving on.

Return of the contract
for the bridge over the Strait of Messina.

Arbitrarily revoked, without proper
judicial investigation.

Beach concessions!

- They expire in 2024.
- Decriminalization of financial crimes.

- More than this?
- We had agreed, though...

We said: One at a time, right?

Good Sister Mina, please.

We are consecrated to God like priests,

but we cannot celebrate Mass,
nor access the priesthood.

Why?

This is a bit outside
the jurisdiction of the Italian state.

I want to do Domenica In.

Yes, Priscilla Suro will be
a regular guest on the show,

and will have a dedicated time slot
of no less than 15 minutes.

Dedicated to what?
What is she supposed to do in 15 minutes?

I sing, I dance, I entertain. I can range.

- Range?
- I also give herbal advice.

I was born a pharmacist, I remind you.

Gentlemen, I would like to remind you that
the free session has a time limit.

Among other things in con me... icosemmu...

We're locating them. Two fighter-bombers.

- ...immeasurably...
- And the trials?

Do we release 500 detainees from Ucciardone?

Three fighter-bombers

and a MiG, we'll have it come from Aviano.

Once upon a time we used to meet
among gentlemen.

We discussed and in the end
we found a compromise.

Uh... Matteo?

We'll gather your requests
and get back to you.

When there is a will on everyone's part
to meet each other halfway,

a solution can always be found. Thank you.

The archive is gone.

It's been destroyed.

We blew it up.

We detonated it, we erased it forever...

...from the face of the earth.

This is to avoid, in the future,
being blackmailed again.

You want to teach me
how to be Minister of the Interior?

But above all,

- who the f*ck are you?
- Balduccio Remora.

Died of a pulmonary embolism and buried
in Cuzco, Peru, South... America.

I personally saw his corpse.

So...

Can we know who
we have the pleasure of speaking with?

So Moses lived at Pharaoh's court

- like an Egyptian?
- Exactly.

He didn't know he was part
of the oppressed people,

until God entrusted him with his mission.

That's right.

Here, your grandfather. Talk to him.

Hello, Grandpa?

- But...
- Grandpa?

Fiume!

Fiume, who's there with you?

The new bodyguards.

They took me from school
and they're taking me on a trip.

What bodyguards?

Fiume, listen to me...

He hung up.

Isolate Sicily, thorough checks
on those entering and leaving,

roadblocks every 50 meters.

I remind you
of the fighter-bombers at Ciampino.

Wouldn't it be better
to give them what they want?

Don't you have a house?

Leave me the anguish, come on.

What a pain in the a*s these guys are.

The archive is gone.

- I destroyed it...
- Detonated, exploded.

Erased from the face of the earth.
He said it, yes.

However, even those who
don't believe it understood.

She needs it to blackmail
everyone who's in it.

With that, she becomes Prime Minister.

We both know it.

If I had wanted to become
Prime Minister...

I would have been.

Do you know what Prime Ministers do?

They fall.

sl*ves to party politics,
to the lottery of elections.

Ministers, on the other hand,

are eternal.

I have always respected this rule.

The other one, however, the most important one,

unfortunately not.

Do you know what that rule is?

Don't get attached.

Never.

To anyone.

- Let me hear it.
- I almost made it, for 60 years.

Let's hear how serious it is,
let's evaluate costs and benefits.

How truly terrible it is
if this archive comes out.

Then came...

That little guy with the roller skates
always stuck to his a*s.

You have the best lawyer in Italy, right?

Yeah, but even the best lawyer in Italy
is in that archive.

Exactly.

I am the only person in the world
who fears that archive more than you do.

You are a Minister...

...you are "eternal".

It may be that the wiretaps will be
destroyed by the judiciary

for the good of the country, and if not

you can appeal...
to the end justifies the means,

to the reason of State, to the lesser evil,

to compromise.

You have millennia of political philosophy
to support you.

I am the daughter of a hero,

but I protected that hero's k*ller.

And I let my innocent husband
die like a monster.

Do you want to lie down here, next to me?

Let me feel it.

There's a beautiful view from here.

Let me feel it.

You're welcome.

It's a f*cking cassette, yes.

If they end up giving us the archive,

do we really use it to come back stronger?

Isn't it that you want it
to go back to being Nino Scotellaro?

Scotellaro?

It's the first time you've said it right.

You didn't answer me.

Nino Scotellaro is dead.

Yes and "let's make Cosa Nostra... ours",

"This is my family"...

"You and me".

But I want to see when
you have that f*cking cassette in your hand.

If you go back to being a judge, let's hope
I don't have to blow you up.

How serious is it?

I'm not used to lying to her.

It's serious, yes.

But nothing we can't handle.

Covering up the hiding of a b*mber,

The masking of a magistrate?

Well, let's say we have on our side...

a lot of political philosophy, right?

I already saved her
from an accusation of collusion, no?

With more damning evidence
than a cassette.

Who assures us
that those audios are real?

Now, with artificial intelligence
you can faithfully reproduce

anyone's voices.

A tape is not manipulable.

Magic of analog.

Why would they spread it?

They just want to take advantage
of the other families.

Making it public and forcing her to resign

would mean losing their
institutional referent, why do it?

A blackmail weapon only works
as long as you don't use it.

I say if we give them back the archive,

it only changes the place
where it remains hidden.

And we take back Fiume.

D'Annunzio used to say that too.

We know how it ended, right?

Shelled by his own government.

I agree with lawyer Bray.

A blackmail weapon is only worth
as long as you don't use it.

They won't do anything to the hostage.

If they k*lled him they know we'd throw
the atomic b*mb on Sicily.

- It's a bluff.
- Would you go and see the bluff

on a child's skin?

He called him a hostage,
he did it on purpose, to dehumanize him,

to remove the emotional connection.

Let's wait.

I said I'd update you.

It's dangerous here, what the f*ck!

Blonde Rainman more than searching me
gave me a colonoscopy.

I have to tell you something.

If you'll allow me, I'm in the middle
of a small institutional crisis, Leo.

It's about Nino.

You found out who Balduccio Remora is.

You knew, right?

Of course, what an idiot!

Now the whole repentance story makes sense.

As long as Nino was dead,
with this bullshit that you were repenting.

I'm not like you Scotellaros.

Idiots! We Scotellaros are idiots.

Why didn't you tell me right away?

He asked me not to.

He asked me to.

So you saw him?

How is he?

He kidnapped the nephew
of the Interior Minister,

he's leading a negotiation
against the State to get the archive back,

rightly hates me with all his being...

And he doesn't have rhinitis anymore.

He's doing great.

And now what do we do?

Let's make sure he gets
the archive back and justice is done.

- And we all end up in jail.
- Mh.

- Mh.
- I admit I like this last part.

There you go. Then let me go back to work.

What happened to him?

I have a file this high
on Balduccio Remora.

Mafia-type association, extortion,

- m*rder.
- m*rder?

It seems he was the one
who k*lled Salvatore Tracina.

With his own hands.

Maybe he was innocent before,

but now?

Twenty-four hours have passed.

Still nothing?

No, they're not giving in.

We told them
we'd send him back in pieces.

Or we give them back the child.

Sorry, we were kidding.

This way we lose all credibility forever.

Let's start with the ear.

Are we sure it's from Fiume?

It will take a while for the fabrics.

We had the blood analyzed.

The DNA matches.

Organize the exchange.

Organize this f*cking...

Mr. Minister!

Mr. Minister, this is not the time
to give in to emotion.

On the contrary, it is precisely now
that we must resist!

Show that we are not touched
by this barbaric gesture.

However, I am convinced that they will not
further rage against...

...against the hostage.

Go f*ck yourself!
Organize the exchange.

Let's give them everything.

The archive, the bridge, Domenica In,

the nun wanted to get married,
get this f*cking nun married!

Everything, enough! What the f*ck!

Is he going to be quiet the whole time?

Let's play a game.

Regret or remorse.

We draw a card
if a face card or an ace comes up,

you tell me something you wanted to do.

If a number comes up,
something you regret doing.

Have you got something better to do?

I'll start.

I wish...

to have spent more time with my husband.

Because you think you have
a lot of time, but then...

But no.

Please, your turn.

- Remorse.
- None.

Having betrayed my husband.

Want to know what one of my regrets is

without me lifting another f*cking card?

Mh.

The two fighter-bombers stopped
at Ciampino airport.

We are forced to crawl at their feet.

We are not crawling.

It's an exchange.

We give them something,
they give us something else.

This in my world is called capitulation.

Was it she who pushed the button

that blew up Judge Paolo Bray?

Eh, Palamita?

Guilty.

Then maybe there's still
some work for her.

They deigned to let us know where.

Would you deign to tell me too?

Our roads momentarily divide.

In the middle of the sea.

- Why did she have to go, excuse me?
- Inspections.

What?

Inspections!

At the center of the Strait of Messina.

Where Nino Scotellaro died.

So?

What do we do?

Boycott the exchange, let them do it?

Do we document it?

And how do we document it?

- Mic you up again...
- It's out of the question, if Testanuda is there.

If we had done it at the negotiation,
I would have committed suicide now, like Costardello.

- We document it.
- How?

Equipment capable
of taking pictures at night,

two kilometers away.
How are you doing at the Ros?

No, because we in the prosecutor's office...

Well, let's see what can be done.

There's one more thing you can do.

If something goes wrong,

I'll warn you and you come to the rescue.

You know who else used to call me at the last minute
with shitty plans?

The child.

First...

How the hell does it work here?

First the archive.

Let us hear it.

...come here personally...

because we believe that in
communication between our intermediaries

something has been lost.

Like what?

The sense of proportion.

Fast forward it.

What Mr. Minister means,

is that your requests...

I understand what Mr. Minister...

Stop.

Play.

...another name to remove from the list!

A little more
staging, if you'll pardon the expression,

wouldn't have hurt.

I am responsible for my "staging".

Not for those
of that cuckold Salvatore Tracina.

Change sides.

Because that's how they notice.

- Who?
- Mine drank it...

Change sides.

...not even a b*llet flew.

I don't know, a scream, a chase...

You'll be under
general anesthesia for a moment...

He's coming. Now.

Who?

My husband, he's coming.

He knows where you are.

May he have a stroke!

- This piece of sh*t!
- Okay.

Okay.

You first.

- No way, you first.
- You first.

- You.
- No, you.

- No, you.
- You!

You!

Oh? So, did they do it?

So nothing can be done.

- So nothing can be done.
- Enough!

Come on, go.

The exchange has taken place.

Oh!

What's happening, who's sh**ting?

I don't know, they look like frogmen.

Frogmen?

Who put them there?

They're running away.

Let me see too.

Oh, Madonna.

Who are these? Look, look!

- The jet skis.
- Jet skis?

Jet skis, jet skis.

What the f*ck exploded?

I don't know, it looked like... It looked like a buoy.

Like Bray...

What the f*ck was that ambush?

You always have to have a plan B.

Oh, yeah? And what was plan B?

To cause a m*ssacre?

Is she dead? Is she injured?

- Fiume, you?
- I don't think so, sir.

Good.

I told you that
these people should not be trusted.

All right? Has anyone been hit?

Thanking the Madonna I'm all in one piece.

We gave them the archive
and we took the child.

I think that was plan A, wasn't it?

Luvi, Luvi, Luvi, sure, sure, sure?

Didn't we give them the archive?

Do you know how to drive a boat?
Yes, of course she knows how to drive it.

Fiume, pick a card.

Ace of hearts.

Do you want it?

Oh, oh, magic.

[♪ Mina: "Se telefonando" from tape]

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

f*ck, f*ck!

No, f*ck, no!

Here. The archive is here.

Everything went exactly
as it should have.

Almost everything.

Balduccio Remora had to die.

I'll think about it calmly.

The state has won.

Come on, without us making brothels.

Sorry to spoil your party.

But I am able to disarm a man
even if armed with an AK-47.

More easily if he is
at the distance you were at.

What the f*ck, Leo!

We said not to hit him!

This is for the house
you burned down, toupee.

Leave it! No!

Thank you very much.

I guess you weren't the only one
with a plan B.

I have to call the Minister.

- I'd call an ambulance first.
- No, the Minister first!

I have to call the Minister!

Welcome to Italy.

Can I ask you a question?

How did those guys treat you?

Uncle Cataldo and his friends?

Yes.

Once they pricked me with a needle,
right here.

But, nothing special, huh.

Because we got a...

A pie... a piece...

Excuse me, huh. Why did they prick your finger?

They said they needed my blood.

To put it on the ear, that's it.

Whose ear was it?

I thought it was weird.

They told me it was
like the happy surgeon.

- Yes, of course...
- But for real.

Whose ear was it?

America's cousin...

- ...from the South.
- From the South.

Balduccio!

Yes...

Leave it, thank you. I'll do it, thank you.

How did she take it?

She fired me.

For now, until she thinks of
something worse, like...

Like the foreign legion, or...

You were great, Testanuda.

If he doesn't understand, it's not his fault.

Dignity, eh?

Dignity?

A man will never achieve anything,
if he worries about his dignity.

Mh, mh.

[♪ Mina: "Se telefonando"]

Balduccio.

This "wonder of the night"
has broken our ba*ls!

How many more times do we have to listen to it?

But then, I say, what pleasure do you get from it?

I savor my defeat.

But if they gave us
all the things we asked for?

In your opinion, can I be
happy with these things?

The 41 bis demolished.

The bridge contract awarded
to Cosa Nostra.

The eldest daughter of the boss of bosses
a permanent guest at Domenica In,

the state TV.

How can I think
that these things are a victory?

A victory for whom?

They are a victory for you too.

It was you who made them
get the contract.

You who organized the negotiation
and you who won.

Why don't you make peace with who you are.

Answer this f*cking phone,

It's breaking my ba*ls more
than "The wonder of the night", come on.

It was your wife.

She said you have to go home.

She has the f*cking cassette.

Will you grant me one last night?

Okay.

Tomorrow morning at dawn.

Please.

Thank you.

Say hello to him for me.

Sorry if I yelled earlier, in the pool.

I was a little nervous.

Is it for me?

I liked it so much as a child.

A half-fish child
who was a little in the water

and a little on land.

Like Marianuccio.

You remember how he cried

when he wasn't in the pool water?

And like me.

That when I was hospitalized in the clinic,
I wanted to go home

and when I was at home,
I wanted to go back to the clinic.

And like you.

Can I keep calling you Balduccio

even now that you're going back to doing the other thing?

Nino doesn't suit you very well.

It's not you.

Then it would be Antonino.

I feel worse.

How badly we are made...

Half one thing and half another.

♪ People called him Colapisci ♪

♪ Because he was in the sea like a fish ♪

♪ Where he came from no one knew ♪

♪ Perhaps he was the son of the god Neptune ♪

Shall we dance one last time?

[♪ Otello Profazio:
"The Legend of Colapesce"]

Marianuccio.

Will you say "hello" to me, mh?

Say "hello" to Uncle Balduccio?

Hello.

No, no, don't do that,

that you stole your uncle's heart.

Eh, good, good.

Which is already complicated.

Go, Balduccio.

The sooner you go, the better.

Hello.

Hurt?

No.

What have you done?

Your sister.

Hurt?

In my life
I have met in person, among others,

Ray Charles,
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, Osho...

With their greater or lesser awareness
of who they had in front of them, let's say.

But I never thought that one day
it would be... to ask me for a meeting...

...Luvi Bray.

Condolences for your father.

You won't believe it,
but I don't love blood, or tritolo.

May I ask, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I think you know.

Eh, I'd like to hear it from you.

I'm here...
I'm here to beg you on my knees.

Please get up. Get up.

Only the Eternal Father is prayed to.

You're right.

Indeed, it would be more correct to tell you
that I am here

to sell you my soul.

You know that by now Nino
doesn't trust anyone anymore.

Except me.

Eh.

What love does.

There is information
that only I can give you.

Mh.

When he's in danger, I'll warn you.

My husband will never forgive me.

But if he dies...

...I won't forgive myself.

After all this effort.

Enough.

I made a copy.

Why?

Because I knew you would.

Leonarda took it
to Grongo and Lanzardo.

And...

...tomorrow morning she will come to arrest me.

What the f*ck are you saying?

The archive will be public.

And you will go back to being Nino Scotellaro.

Hero magistrate.

Victim of the conspiracies
of the rotten state...

No...

...of which his wife, a huge sl*t,

- represented the emblem.
- No.

It's right this way.

In this country nobody gives a f*ck
about anything

about what is right and what is wrong.

You do.

Conspiracy,

external competition...

Eh...

Twelve years?

Fourteen.

Depends on the judge.

If you get the tough one, it's even 16.

Well, maybe,

a sentence reduction, good conduct.

The victim's forgiveness.

Seven years. Realistic.

I'll wait for you.

If that's the question.

You have 7 years to grow your beard.

You don't like me like this, do you?

No.

Then I have to grow back my belly too.

[♪ Colapesce & Dimartino: "The light
that grazes the beach"]

So this...

This is...

Our last night.

And we have to spend it like this?

All crying.

Go, I'll be right there.

Where are you going?

Go get undressed,
because I'm not done with you.

You know that my wedding ring is loose
after all this time?

What is it, what's going on?

We have one thing in common,
you and I, you know?

She f*cked me over too.

It took me a while to figure it out,
but then, in the end,

here I am.

Not you, please.

"Take me, k*ll me."

Why do you all say the same things
at these times?

- k*ll me.
- Here you go.

But you are already a dead man.

Nino Scotellaro, Balduccio Remora
or whatever the f*ck your name is.

I don't care, I just want what I need.

The archive is gone.

I destroyed it.

What a drag!

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

No...

I'll lie down for a moment.

Luvi...

Yes, Luvi, what is it?

[♪ Lucio Dalla: "How deep the sea is"]

Nino, is that you?

Nino, what's going on?

Nino, wait!
Wait for me, I'm coming, Nino!