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I'm outta here.

- Bea, come on. - What?

This is the chance of our lifetime, and you're shitting your pants.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Two kilos of coke. One hundred thousand euros.

Exactly. They'd kill us for way less than that,

Don't you get it? If they find us...

How can they find us? Are you going to tell them?

- We could keep just one brick. - Shut up, for fuck's sake!

Bea!

When I'm thirty, I'm not going to be a breeding cow for the Misa.

But you, you'll still be that piece of shit's slave.

- Bea... - Fuck you.

You're two little babies.

End of the story. Maybe Hakim hasn't opened the pizzeria yet.

- What if they've already found out? - I'll find a way.

I'm coming with you.

You said you went outside because you heard some alarms.

But five minutes, tops. Shit.

How long do you think it takes to screw us out of two bricks?

Ok, let's all calm down.

I'll find the coke for you, don't worry.

Shit! They're already here.

Fuck!

Rizzo, Rizzo...

- Take it easy! What the fuck?! - Great. The Moroccan is here, too.

Your uncle, here, is in deep shit.

What about the 100K he let someone walk away with, like an idiot?

For all I know, maybe he stole it himself!

He was here, too, last night, when the alarms went off.

Mahdi, you tell them. It was only five fucking minutes.

What the hell were you doing here last night?

Do you have anything to tell these gentlemen?

Ask him, instead of breaking my balls.

I heard the alarms from my place.

Either you're all in this together, or you're a bunch of dickheads.

Which is it?

Alright, that's enough.

Let's give these assholes some time to sort this mess out.

And hurry up about it, Nicola.

Piece of shit.

It wasn't him.

I've known Nicola for aeons.

He doesn't have the balls to do something like that.

Why would he?

I pay him a shitload of money.

What, have you lost your voice?

Those fucking South Americans.

Make those bricks come out of their assholes.

It wasn't them.

All those morons think about is getting drunk,

busting people's heads and screwing.

That's it.

- Now what? - I'm buying on credit.

But you haven't paid for the last round.

I don't want you on my case, too, ok? I'll think of something.

Let's worry about stocking the warehouse.

That piece of shit.

He didn't lift a finger.

- Easy, Ludo. - Yeah.

Easy.

Wait here. Take it easy.

Let me see.

- Easy. - That's quite a lump.

At least it's not bleeding anymore.

- How about a trip to the ER? - Don't be stupid, it's nothing.

- You're burning up. - It's nothing, I said!

I'll just lie down, I'll feel better in a second.

- Good morning. - Morning.

What do you want, Curzi?

As far as I know, it's not Thursday today.

Sorry to disturb you. I need a refill.

- Already? - Business is going great.

- How much? - Same as last time.

Feels like something's missing, here.

Give me this one on credit, too, I'll pay you in full next time.

You just said business was booming.

Yeah, maybe too much!

Some guy who works in TV bought a bulk load.

But I also had some expenses I wasn't expecting.

Who is this guy?

With all due respect, you can name the sin but not the sinner.

Gillo, we've been doing business together for 10 years.

Have I ever ripped you off?

It'll be 10K extra, for the inconvenience. Next week.

Deal?

- Deal. - Next week.

Two batches, plus the 10K.

Or I'll get my friends to come looking for you.

Wait here.

And bring a photo with an autograph of this guy who works in TV.

For my grandchildren.

Maybe we shouldn't let him sleep.

He took a knock on the head.

It's nothing. Go away.

Don't worry, Mahdi.

I've seen way worse.

- Got any Tylenol? - No.

I'll run over to the pharmacy and get some.

Don't get any funny ideas.

I thought you were dying!

- What have you got? - For you, fuck-all.

Come on, South America.

For los amigosfrom the Block, the price is double.

You've got shit for brains. But I like you.

Got any blow?

What about a kick in the ass?

A gram? Half?

Get lost. We don't have any coke.

One of your friends?

What the fuck do you want? You want the weed?

- I prefer coke. - Get the fuck outta here...

Losers.

How far is this going to go?

- If our kids aren't safe? - They're not kids anymore, Rosario.

And a man can never be safe.

That sturdy bald guy.

It was him, right? The one with the Block? Yes?

Rosario, can I have a moment alone with my guys, please?

Thank you.

If they knock you down, you get up and fight back.

Understood?

Understood?

And the more they hurt you, the harder you have to fight back.

Have you ever seen a lion licking his wounds in the middle of a fight?

No. You know why?

The pain comes later, son of a bitch. Come here.

If your friend is knocked down, you fight back.

And if you end up on the floor too, you don't stop. Ever. You got that?

Go on, son of a bitch! Show me if you got it!

Come on. Or I'll cut off what little balls you have.

Hit him harder!

Hit him!

This is also on account of the goddamn Italians.

Hit him, son of a bitch!

Hit him, son of a bitch!

They don't know anything about it.

Are you sure?

I followed them for two hours.

- And? - And... I don't know.

Before, all this surveillance wasn't necessary, they respected us.

Now there's someone who doesn't give a fuck.

But they didn't stole the coke.

Those car alarms that went off, who the hell was it?

You were inside,

you went out to have a look around then Mahdi showed up. Right?

- Was he alone? - Yes.

What did the two of you do?

I told you, we had a look around. Nothing strange.

And then?

I went back inside, jerked off and went to sleep. Everything was calm.

What about Mahdi?

He left. He probably went back home.

How is he?

His temperature has gone down. He's not wheezing anymore.

Know what we're gonna do now?

We're gonna come up with a plan.

We have to see what Mahdi says.

How are you feeling?

He didn't do a thing to defend me.

Rizzo didn't raise a finger.

Fucking coward.

- Mahdi... - I would never have done that.

Fuck Rizzo.

Forget about him.

- From now on you don't have a boss. - Bea!

it's two kilos. It's not like selling a few pieces.

So what do you want to do with it? Make a cake?

We need customers.

We can't sell it to Lorenzo's regulars.

What are we supposed to do, start dealing at the train station?

There's someone who can help us. But I have to be sure.

So, we're freelancers now?

But just this once.

It's not like we can steal two kilos every week.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

Hey, easy does it!

Ok, easy.

Easy.

Where are you? We must go to San Babila.

Who are you writing to?

Nobody.

You're too jealous, Nacho. Celeste is a good girl.

I haven't seen Bea for two days.

Did she go on vacation without telling anyone?

No.

No, actually...

She wrote to me so we could meet in San Babila.

So, what are you waiting for?

I was on my way out.

Yeah, I know.

But the sales have begun.

That's right.

Listen, just for you, I can shave off ten percent.

On top of the discount I already give you.

Thanks.

Bye.

Piece of shit!

I'm giving him almost 1,000 Euros off and he complains!

And get that lame-ass dog out of here!

Today of all days, you had to bring it?

It stinks like a corpse, and pisses everywhere!

Shit!

Hakim!

Clean this mess up!

- How many more do you have? - Just a couple.

Bastards! When they need it, they'd even sell me their mothers.

"Lorenzo, I'm begging you..."

But if I want to sell it, like shit they're interested!

Like this, it's gonna be tough to meet our deadline.

- It's never advantageous to rush. - Jesus.

I didn't know I had a philosopher on my payroll.

Hakim! Are you going to clean up this piss, or not?!

Can't be reached.

Fuck, fuck!

Instead of just getting on my nerves, did you find anything out?

Who knows what we store here, besides Rizzo and his guys?

How the fuck should I know?

That's your job.

Ask yourself a question, and give me an answer.

Hey, Laura!

How are you doing, gorgeous?

- Hey, Lu. - Hi.

If you hear any rumors about couriers offering extra coke, let me know.

Ok.

Good girl.

This asshole splashed my shoes with his fucking mop!

Shit!

I need a massage.

I'm getting the hang of this.

Girl?

Bea, where are you?

We were supposed to meet in San Babila.

I know, baby, but I can't.

What about tomorrow?

But I'm already here!

And I can't do it by myself.

Turn it down!

I can't talk right now.

I'll tell you later.

Kisses. Bye.

"The Cartel of Via Montenapoleone".

That's what we are!

- Do we have any customers? - No.

But we're going to a party. All the contacts we want.

There's gonna be more noses there than asses in Ibiza.

Hey, you.

Can you come with me?

Please.

Is it too formal?

No.

It's perfect.

Don't even think about it. That's just how my sister is.

She's beautiful.

She looks like you. Where is she?

Out of town, for a while.

Maybe she wouldn't appreciate me wearing it.

- Did you order room service? - Yeah, I knew it. Asshole

Come here.

What did you think, we're going snorkeling?

Here you go.

You look good.

So do you.

- Son of a bitch! - Enough!

Shit! Let me go!

Let me go, motherfucker!

- Why did you go there alone? - I'm sorry, Mama Rosario.

And Bea?

Where was she?

This is all we needed.

Let's go.

How are you, man?

I'm fine. Tell me.

We have a problem with the Italian that controls the neighborhood.

What else do you know about him?

He runs a used car dealership, second-hand.

But people come to him when they need him.

He runs all the houses.

It's logical. He was born here. He commands his people.

But he also wants to command us.

We can't allow that shit.

Listen, you tell me what I have to do

and I'll do it.

All right?

You won't do anything.

We were attacked at your mother's party.

They could have seriously hurt her and Bea.

And they're still provoking us.

Today they almost sent two of us to the hospital.

Two kids!

They want to have us by the balls. Don't you get that?

We have to stop them now.

They need to know...

what happens when they mess with the Misa.

Listen to me good, Victor.

Wolves follow their prey for days.

They study it before they strike, right?

You don't know anything about that... What's his name?

Rizzo.

Rizzo.

Rizzo...

Do you really know who protects him?

Do you know how many men he has?

You have to wait. Be patient.

It's easy for you to say that while you're in here.

But while I wait,

that son of a bitch keeps disrespecting us...

Respect comes after you earn it, bro.

You have to wait, understand?

Are we clear?

Are we clear?

Yes.

Say hi to Mama Rosario from me.

Let's change scenery, Mahdi.

We have nothing to lose.

We don't have to sell everything, we just need to find new contacts.

It's a party, with an open bar...

Mahdi, are you smiling?

Did you smile?

False alarm.

- Want some? - No.

Here he is.

What's up?

- Bea and Mahdi. - Hi, I'm Matteo.

- Matteo. - Mahdi.

Turn it down a bit.

Listen up, everybody!

What time is it? It's 10:43.

So, in two minutes, half a century ago...

Wow, century...

Fuck!

Eleonora Carnelli D'Adda, my mother, that saint,

opened her legs and... pop!

I came out, head-first, shining as bright as the sun.

Now, if you'd like to make me happy, let's do a countdown.

So it seems official.

Everyone: raise your glasses high.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Looks like we have to catch up with the drinks.

Giacomo!

This is Ludovico, the friend I was telling you about.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

What a night, huh?

- Shall I give you my number? - I was just about to ask.

Alright. 333 2064...

Everything ok?

Yeah, fine. You?

Great. Three contacts just in the lineup outside the bathroom!

Good going, Bea.

It's not a contest to see who gets the most contacts.

- Just try to have fun, Mahdi. - No!

If it's not a contest, where's the fun?

You two are so boring.

How was the hunt?

We come in peace.

Show me some ID.

We're friends of Matteo Vincenti's.

Emanuele Rinaldi, it's very nice to meet you.

- Bea. - I know who you are.

The Rinaldi who owns all the clubs, right?

I shed blood and tears waiting in line to get into Rocket,

I'm practically a partner of yours.

It's always nice to meet my most devoted clients.

Well then, we have to celebrate.

It's better than yours, I assure you.

That guy, Rinaldi, buys big.

If he calls us just once, our worries are over.

You know how many customers we'll find in his private clubs?

Hey, aren't you coming?

You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you.

It's the elbow. You get it? The elbow...

100 euros says I can sink the 1 in the side hole,

then 14, then 2, in the corner hole.

Sure, go ahead and try.

Can I pay you in merchandise?

Of course!

First of all, check that it has a yellowish glow.

If it's completely white, it's shit, for sure.

- Then, you always have to... - Thanks.

I told Ludo I think what you're doing is stupid.

Did you convince him?

What do you think?

If it's quite dry, too powdery,

it's no good, don't buy it, it's cut too heavily.

How many did you get?

- Eighteen. - Eighteen contacts?

Bastards.

I only got four.

So either I won, or you did.

Don't give up, do you? Just remember, we're partners.

- Don't change the topic. - Alright, you won!

I only got seventeen!

When the money starts rolling in,

I'm taking my mother to the beach

and staying in the water all day. And all night.

Where? Tuscany?

I dunno, I've never been there.

You've never been to Tuscany?

I've never been to the sea.

Ok, it's not Tuscany, but it's better than noth...

What? Two weeks?

Come on. My cock's going to burst if you don't come back right away.

What time is it there?

Yeah, right.

First her and then the other loser.

Wait.

Open your mouth, asshole, I'll give you a new smile.

Look, this son of a bitch pissed his pants!

Lick my shoes, motherfucker! Lick my shoes, motherfucker!