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That should be them. Ask them for the code word.

This is the White and Blues, what's the code word.

I repeat, this is the White and Blues, what's the code word?

Relax, it's us.

'Viva el Ciuncio'. We're coming.

- Get ready. - Everything's ok.

Hey, come on, guys! Let's go!

Everything okay?

We're done. See you next time.

The coast guard! They're coming straight for us!

Someone must have tipped them off. They're not here by luck.

Let's get out of here!

Try to get behind them.

If they run out of fuel or an engine fails.

Or if someone has a panic attack we might get one. Probably empty.

- Watch out, guys! - Let's show 'em what we're made of!

Tino, head for Proscida.

Salvatore, head for Ischia.

Nicola, aim for Sorrento! For God's sake, hurry!

Everyone else spread out.

Keep zigging and zagging, cause as much confusion as you can!

They're trying to trick us.

Only three are loaded. The others are empty.

Just follow the boats that are lower in the water.

Follow that one!

Come on, get him!

It isn't working this time, Luca. Go, Luca, go!

We won't make it. They're getting closer.

There's only one thing we can do.

Christ!

They really did have a panic attack. Get closer.

Let's try to find them.

Go. We've got other things to think about.

Captain!

Rubber dummies. They fooled us this time. We've got to admit it.

Nice little stunt. It's the first time I've seen it.

Bathrobe.

Bathrobe.

- You called, sir. - I'm the luckiest man in Naples.

I have a queen for a maid.

Don't make fun of me.

No, Luca. No.

Adele.

Where are you going?

No. No, Luca. We can't.

Now is not the time.

Let it ring.

Uncle Michele's on the phone. He wants to talk to you.

What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?

The teachers are on strike.

You didn't even give me the chance to tell you.

Yes, hello?

Hey, Michele!

"Hey, Michele!" You'll never speak Neapolitan, slowpoke!

Shut up you southerner. Just because you're my older brother...

- Thank him for the roses. - Adele thanks you for the roses.

She says they were beautiful. Why don't you tell her yourself?

Wait. Your nephew wants to speak with you.

Uncle Michele, it's me Francuccio.

Francuccio! Listen. You know what I bought? A new horse!

Go, Eritreo! Come on!

- How fast? - 2.7

- Do you want to sell Eritreo? - Are you crazy?

Not even for 100 million.

Ah, 100 million!

Eritreo is like Francuccio to me.

It's like asking me to sell my nephew.

I don't care about Eritreo, I'm interested in Bijou.

Bijou?

What are you going to do with Bijou?

You'll see. Just wait for the Mediterranean championships.

See you around, Michele.

- Bye, Francuccio! - Bye!

- Bye, Luca. - Bye.

Capece!

Leave the horses alone. Think of your ulcer!

I knew it.

I haven't got an ulcer, I give them!

Hello, Sir.

Hello, Scherino.

Come closer.

Please let me ride Eritreo.

But Eritreo is all wet.

Ok, go with Pasqualino to the stable and help him dry him off.

What do you say?

Pasqualino!

Yes, Don Michele.

Take Francuccio.

Behave.

Eritreo is tired. We'll take him inside and dry him off.

I'd better go as well. Francuccio might do something stupid.

Yes.

- Did you see him? - Who, Scherino?

Yeah, him.

He knew the day, time, and place.

Someone talked.

Someone who wants to take over.

Scherino?

- He wants a piece of the action. - Are you sure?

- Do you know how much it cost us? - 200 million.

Exactly.

- We need to talk to Perlante. - It has to be tonight.

Ok. Tonight.

Scherino.

Well? Can't you forget about Michele tonight?

No, no, no. I can't leave him now. He's my brother.

And I'm your wife.

Luca, let's not start this again.

Don't make me feel like the conventional wife who is always annoying her husband.

- It was all so different in Milan. - Yes, it was all so different.

We starved in Milan. Have you forgotten?

No. We never starved in Milan.

Yes. It's true they closed the factory.

It's true you lost your job, but you weren't the only one.

Maybe it might have been hard at first, but...

- But then... - Then, what?

I don't know. There wasn't time to find out.

You came running here.

- To Michele. - Sure, to Michele.

Michele was like a father to me. He took me in when I was just a boy.

He sent me north, to study. He raised me. He supported me.

Who the hell would I be if it wasn't for Michele.

Why? Who are you now?

You're a smuggler. That's what you are.

Risking your life every day.

To have these beautiful paintings on the wall...

The spectacular furniture...

And a marriage that's going downhill!

Hello! Perlante, two words.

Find a table. I'll be right with you.

50, family man. What are you doing here?

Hold on. Introductions.

She's Luisa. The Neapolitan.

Leftovers from the war. A delightful model.

Nobody moves like her in bed. She's a real expert.

Alfonsino.

Ursula. German. A looker.

Michele and Luca Aiello.

Perlante.

A couple words if you don't mind.

Sure, sure... What are you drinking?

A whiskey for me. Double.

Two words...

in private.

Have I made myself clear?

I understood.

Alfonsino. Ursula. Take care of the drinks.

Luisa, stop messing around.

Luca's just passing by. What do you think? We all know you like him.

Get up and go to your disc jockey buddy.

Tell him to play something more relaxing.

Because as you say here, he's busting my ears.

Bye.

Now, what is it?

Scherino.

Michele. You understand that's a serious accusation.

I know it's serious.

I'm still not 100% sure.

But...

These guys you sent around town.

- When will they know? - Soon. Maybe tomorrow.

Today.

You're right. Today.

So.

Before making a final decision.

Let's wait.

What do you think, Luca?

Ok. Let's wait. But if we don't get confirmation today...

No, thanks.

That he's the spy. What do we do?

What do we do?

Put everything on pause for a while?

Perlante. We lost 200 million. Plus the boat we had to sink.

When's the next shipment due?

- The 29th. - The 26th.

Can you believe it? Those pieces of shit.

What does Scherino want?

What's this Scherino trying to get?

All we can do now is wait.

I don't know. If you ask me, he was a bit too calm.

No, no, no. Don't underestimate him.

Perlante's got brains. He's crafty.

Who could this be?

Yes, hello.

What?

I'm on my way.

- What happened? - Eritreo!

They burned down the stables.

Scherino. Watch out!

- Christ, no! - To hell with them.

Speed up.

If I don't stop they'll shoot us!

I know. I was in a hurry and I was driving too fast.

Sorry, but it was an emergency.

Michele.

Your silence isn't helping anyone.

I told you everything I know.

Read it.

Driving around the corner, we found a car in the middle of the road.

My brother got out. The two men in the car shot him, then they took off.

Do you affirm this interpretation of events?

Yes.

You can't tell us anything else? What kind of car they were driving?

What were they wearing? What did they look like?

- The color of their hair? - No.

Can you at least tell me if there's someone who wanted your brother killed?

No.

So you have nothing else to add?

- Before you sign the statement? - No.

Aiello. You know I could lock you up for obstruction.

Alfonsino, let's go.

Luca, it's pointless me saying anything at a time like this.

Michele was like a brother to me as well.

Do you have a clue who it was?

Yes. Scherino.

Luca. Just listen to me.

After the funeral, take your family out of town for a while.

- Have a vacation. - No.

Wait for things to settle down. Listen to a friend.

If Scherino's guilty, then I'll deal with him.

No.

Burial at sea.

Very symbolic.

Right. Very symbolic.

"Lord, we deliver to you, the body of our brother Michele."

"May you forgive his sins and let him rest in peace."

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, Amen."

There they are. All the smuggling masterminds of the bay.

All the mob bosses.

"Perlante from the north. Young, determined, a rising star, a playboy."

"Abate. They call him the priest. Bigoted and cruel."

"Old generation, but he still rules with an iron fist"

"Murolo. Middle generation."

"His wife was paralyzed during an attempt on his life."

"Secure. Immovable. A star at the peak of his glory."

"An odd mixture of love and guilt for his wife."

"There they are, all together."

“All we'd need to do is send in a boat we'd get 'em all."

Then we'd have to release them due to a lack of evidence.

Exactly.

You know what it is? Someone's up there watching them.

- That's what it is. - And down here.

Right, and down here.

We loved him so much, so much.

Thank you.

And Francuccio?

Capece took him away.

The race track?

Yes.

Why'd you let him go like that?

We need to talk. Come and see me later.

Hi, mom! Hi, dad!

- Hello, sweetheart! - Bravo!

Feeling better now?

Yeah, of course, but it was dangerous bringing him here.

He's with Don Capece. Nothing is going to happen to him.

The doctor said we should try to keep him distracted.

So tonight, even if we don't feel like it, we'll take him to the movies.

Let him watch a nice western with lots of horses.

No, not tonight. I'm busy.

Luca, you're making a mistake.

He was my brother.

What do you want? Revenge?

Do you want to die as well?

He was my brother.

"Don't worry, Don Scherino. Your horse is like a train."

"He's getting a lot better on the straights."

"Just give me the word and I'll set him straight.“

- We'll see. - We still have a few days left.

- Let's hope so. - You'll see on race day.

"He's a lot faster than all the others."

- Goodbye, Don Scherino. - Yes. Ok. Bye.

Papa! Papa! I held the reins.

- Mama, I rode the horse. -Good job, Francuccio. - I want to ride again.

He's a real champ. It's in his blood.

- Thank you, Capece. - Bye, Eritreo.

No, you're not Eritreo. You're Bijou.

Eritreo is in heaven with uncle Michele.

Isn't that right, mommy?

Goodbye, lady. Bye, Francuccio.

Goodbye, Luca.

Goodbye, Capece.

No, Luca, I...

I can't go on like this.

I thought it was all over, but...

Maybe we should go our separate ways for a while.

I'll go to my father's tonight, and then...

Then I'll stop by and get some things.

Maybe it's best for everyone.

It can't end so idiotically in this idiotic place! Luca!

Luca, please come away with us.

No.

Luca!

Luca!

Luca!

Luca'. Luca!

Luca, come here.

Come.

Yes?

- I might be out of the game, but I'll never forget what Michele did for me. - Yes.

- You understand? - Yes, ok.

But that information you had for me, what is it?

It's an address where you'll find that asshole.

The man who murdered him.

It's written here.

Now get out of here. This is dangerous business.

Don't move.

How'd you get in here?

- What do you want? - Son of a bitch.

Michele didn't deserve what you did to him.

- Me? - Yes, you.

Listen here asshole, you've got it wrong.

I had nothing to do with your brother's death.

It's true, we had our differences, but I respected him.

And I'd never have ordered him killed.

Yes?

Why'd your goon kill the guard at the sulphur mine after he met me?

Tell me.

Sorry, Don Scherino. He caught me by surprise.

Asshole.

If what you said was true, I'd kill you as well now.

I told you. I didn't have Michele killed.

Apparently this dickhead was moonlighting for another boss...

And he got what he deserved.

And you. Listen carefully.

If you really want to avenge your brother.

You need to take a good look around.

A lot of things are changing here in Naples.

Too many things!

I'm not talking about fixed races, contraband.

Girls working the streets.

What are you getting at?

That there's something much worse!

And you haven't understood anything.

Asshole!

Luca.

Luca, are you here?

Luca...

Luca...

You're alive.

You're alive.

It's nothing. Believe me. I've seen a lot worse.

So. I'll be seeing you.

I sure hope not, doctor.

Your good friend the doctor wanted 300,000 lira.

Yes, I know, but he's trustworthy.

Trustworthy, yes, but he's a crook.

By the way, didn't you send me packing?

Not me. Why?

No. Nothing. I must have misunderstood.

- Luca, what are you doing? - I'm getting up.

The doctor said nothing is broken.

And all the blood you lost yesterday?

I thought you were dead when I found you.

- Do you need something? - A cigarette. Will you get them?

Look at this jacket. I might as well throw it away.

Better the jacket.

What's this? Do you need it?

No. It's nothing.

So, Scherino wasn't involved.

No.

Luca.

Don't you think you should talk to the police?

Listen, where's the kid?

He went to the movies with dad.

I have to pick him up.

Why did you kill Michele?

Why?!

I don't know 'em. I don't know anything.

You know exactly who they are. You shot him from the car.

Who wanted my brother dead?

The Marsigliese.

The Marsigliese.

Who is he? Who is this Marsigliese?

What the hell does he want?

The Marsigliese. He didn't tell you anything else?

No. Just The Marsigliese. Listen. Do you know him?

Yes. I've heard of him, but I thought he was still inside.

No. His real name is Francois Jacois.

But everyone knows him as The Marsigliese.

- Listen, is he smuggling cigarettes? - No.

No. Not cigarettes.

Drugs.

We can nearly double the amount.

This is Ingrid. She's just arrived from Frankfurt.

We meet at last.

You're better than I thought.

You too.

Nice perfume. What is it?

Wild Musk. They make it in Paris, especially for me.

Where's the toilet?

It's very pure.

Wheres the rest?

Somewhere safe.

You can go and get it.

That's how like it. Business is all about trust.

"Let me take that off for you, ok?"

"Come on."

"What's going on?"

What's wrong?

- Do you have any more? - It'll cost you another $50,000.

$50,000. Not bad.

Whore! $50,000...

For that shit? Half of it is baking soda.

What'd you think in Frankfurt? That we're fuckin' stupid?

You still don't get that we're serious.

Really serious.

"The body of Christ."

Clara.

Clara!

Clara!

I finally found the cannoli, but there were only eight of them.

Come on, Bijou!

Come on, Come on!

He won!

He won, Bijou won!

Why don't we go to a nightclub?

Well girls, what should we do?

I've got to get up early.

Have a drink and then straight to bed.

Alone.

Sounds like fun.

No, wait.

You alone, but Ursula...

Ursula can do me a little favor.

With you Alfonsino.

No. That isn't funny.

Then it's true.

What do you say in Naples? Faggot?

No, it's not true.

Then prove it.

And then Ursula will tell us everything.

"Yes! Take care of him Ursula and be sure to do a good job."

No. What are you doing?

No, please...

Take off his jacket.

No! What do you want? Leave me alone.

Come on, Ursula, come on!

Take off his tie.

Leave me alone!

His shirt.

Take off his shirt.

Take off his pants!

No! I feel ashamed!

I don't want to play. Stop it!

Take him to the bedroom!

No. I don't want to. Let me go!

Perlante, what are you making me do? She's even foreign.

No, I don't want to! Let me go Perlante! I don't want to!

I can't believe it.

Tarantino!

Tarantino!

What is it now?

They set off a bomb at Perlante's house.

You go. I've got other shit to deal with.

And try to keep that pain in the ass district attorney calm.

- Right, no problem. - Bye.

- "Give me some light" - "Yes."

- "That's the last one." - "Ok. Take her away."

"When you've finished the search, go back to headquarters and file your report."

"Take the man away too."

And that's four. What a wonderful Sunday.

We don't mind. As long as they're killing each other.

Doctor. These things are starting to become routine.

It's not just us. It's happening in Milan and Rome.

Unfortunately Italy is starting to look like America in the 305.

Poor Alfonsino. He died like a dog. Faithful 'til the end.

- Captain! - What is it this time?

The bomb was located under the mattress.

This modern technology is destroying us.

Tell me, Mr. Perlante. This Alfonsino, this trusted man...

How come he took the woman into your room?

- It seems pretty obvious. - Sure. I understand.

Perlante, let's be honest, first Michele Aiello...

Then Abate, Capece, and Murolo.

- You should've been next. - That's not really true.

Yes. I know they killed Alfonsino and that poor girl...

But he was clearly the intended victim.

My friend. This bomb doesn't speak Neapolitan.

There's someone else behind it. So, are you going to cooperate?

We're not talking about smuggling cigarettes here.

Pardon?

You're accusing me of being a smuggler.

That's bullshit.

They try to kill me and you start tossing accusations like that around.

Do your job.

Try protecting the citizens instead.

- Where's he going? - To his lawyer.

- What lawyer? - Actually, his group of lawyers.

Perlante: "They don't mess around. Be careful and watch your back."

"If we don't stop them they'll kill us all."

"Lay low for a few days, I'll be in contact."

Luca.

What are you doing?

You and the kid will have to stay with your dad for a while.

Is it serious?

Yes.

Be careful, Luca.

Be careful.

I'll be careful.

Wild Musk scent.

- So? - A deal.

What kind of deal?

Your organization and my product.

We'll split everything down the middle.

With the cigarettes, you've been eating pizza and fries...

I'm offering you caviar and champagne.

And naturally, as you say in Naples...

Who has given, has given. Who's taken, has taken.

Let's forget about the past.

No, no, no!

We need to interfere as well and come down hard.

If they don't kill us first.

What should we do? Wait?

Wait for what? A miracle?

People are scared. They don't want any more deaths in the family.

What does he want? He can mind his own business and we'll mind ours.

And he can stop busting our balls.

The boats are docked. I say, also on behalf of my brother...

Let's go along with it. Let's accept the deal.

No, no, no. We can't.

We can't stop now.

There are 200,000 Neapolitans who rely on our contraband.

But the decent one, the honest one, the cigarettes.

While the Marsigliese, with force, violence, and intimidation'

Wants us all to become big time drug smugglers.

No, I say no.

I say no to the Marsigliese, I say no to drugs.

We have to fight against drugs.

They're selling it outside schools. Maybe even to our kids.

And we can't allow that.

Ok. Everyone has had their say.

Realistically, there are two proposals.

On one hand, there are those who want to stand firm and hunt the Marsigliese.

And resume operations, even if it means losing boats and cargo.

On the other hand, there are those who want to accept the Marsigliese's deal.

So, who's for the first option?

Bring them all back to headquarters.

Stop!

The police are here!

Oh my God!

Hide this stuff and don't touch it!

- Move on. Come on. - What do you want from me? Leave me alone.

What's the matter with you guys?

I'm trying to wear this stuff!

- The Lord be with you. - Yes and your grandpa too, sister.

Fuck you!

Luca, run! It's a raid!

Come on, blabbermouth.

Rocco!

We're missing Luca Aiello, Luigi Perlante, and the Marsigliese.

No?

A nice round up of all the small fries.

Another day, another clean up.

Come on, wake up.

Capece's murder is causing chaos at the race track.

The police are stopping everyone.

The gangs are fighting back.

And they're dealing drugs in broad daylight.

The more shit you move, the more it stinks.

Have I made myself clear?

Sure, sure.

Aiello, I don't like you and you don't like me.

But this time our interests coincide.

You, me, and Perlante can mobilize half of Naples. Let's join forces.

And let's send the Marsigliese back to where he came from.

It's over there. This has to be the house.

Let's get a move on.

What a surprise! I wasn't expecting this.

I thought I was the only one who made it out. Come in.

As you've seen, things are getting worse.

Scherino has a offer for us and it was important that we meet.

Sure.

Sure.

Something to drink?

Whiskey. For everyone.

Look out, Scherino!

There he is.

Go.

He can't get away. I'm fucked if he talks'

- Are you scared? - Scared of what?

If we want this to continue I have to stay clean.

I even sacrificed Alfonsino so everyone would think I was clean.

We should have killed him right away.

Together with his brother.

But he was a nobody from the start.

Who would've thought these assholes would have turned him into a hero.

It would've been over tonight.

If you didn't stink like a whore in a brothel.

I thought that was your field.

Look. You've got it wrong. I only like the best...

And not just caviar and champagne.

He's outside!

Eh, you took a good hit.

A little bit harder...

And you would have lost a few ribs.

Doctor. It's the third time you've told me.

I know, my dear Luca, but what can you do?

I've got to try and keep it in mind.

And you know why?

For the police report.

- It's my duty. - Ok. How much do you want?

Let's call it 500,000. Where were you born?

Son of a bitch.

I'm happy you met my mother but it's still 500,000.

Let's see. I should have your records here.

It's not worth it. You might need me again.

- You're a client. - I can give you a check.

Do you mind taking a check?

I've never set foot in a bank.

Nice, is it gold?

Take it.

How much to make a phone call?

For you it's free.

Hello?

Hello!

- Luca Aiello, is that you? - Who's speaking?

You know who's speaking.

What are you doing?

Cowards!

Move move!

- Both of you! - Let go of me!

Hello?

Calm down and listen.

Perlante is dead and the Marsigliese wants to talk to you. Face to face.

We'll leave your father in law and your son alone. We're only taking your wife.

So you won't play the hero.

Be at your house tomorrow at exactly three o'clock.

"Police arrested 52 smugglers today during a morning raid in Naples."

"There's a feeling that something is changing within the organization"

"Don't forget that in the last few days, a number of bosses have been killed."

"Under circumstances that make us think this is more than a settling of scores."

- You like them? - Yes.

They're not as nice as the real ones.

These don't eat as much.

- Want to try? - Yes.

- Really? - Yes.

There they are. The famous blue speed boats.

- Still for ten days. - At least we succeeded there.

- You plan to stop them? - Sure.

You call that a success?

You really don't know Naples very well.

There are 200,000 Neapolitans who rely on the smugglers.

Because they can't find any other work. What'll they do now?

Steal, rob, or start selling drugs?

If you don't change the system the city's economy will go to shit.

And don't look at me like that. Facts are facts.

This isn't about doing my duty.

Anyway. I have a bad habit of talking to myself.

I hope you won't let that slip.

- No, no. - Let's go.

Hello?

Guess who those panties belong to?

- Where is my wife? - She's a pretty lady. My compliments.

Wait. I think she wants to speak with you.

Luca...

Hello? Hello Adele?

- Francuccio? - Yes, he's fine.

And you? How are you Adele?

So, it seems there's been an epidemic among the Neapolitan bosses.

You're the only one left with a following.

So we need to negotiate, but as you've heard I have an ace up my sleeve.

- What do you want? - I told you at the stadium.

You provide the organization and I'll provide the product.

You can start bringing in cigarettes tomorrow but it's a low priority.

It can't interfere with our other business.

Agreed?

I'll take your word for it.

You tell me where to meet so we can shake hands.

And I'll give you back your wife.

Well?

Well?

No, Luca! Don't accept!

Don't listen to him! They want to kill you!

"Hello?"

"Hello?!"

"Hello!"

Well? What's your answer?

No!

But why, Aiello? Why won't you listen to reason?

I liked you.

Even if you don't like my perfume.

Fine.

Stay on the phone.

And let me know when you've changed your mind.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Wait, Luca. It's not over yet.

He had his chance.

Turn her over.

Don Morrone, the car is ready.

Thank you, Filomena. Yes.

A lot of bad things are happening in Naples, Don Morrone.

We were a lot better off when you were in charge.

Those were different times.

Different times and different men.

Good evening, Don Morrone.

Fuck the ''good evening'', let's go!

- Bye. - Bye.

Have fun, but remember it's rather dangerous after eleven.

Don't worry, dad.

Send her here!

Help!

Help!

Stop!

Turn around.

Which one do you want, Don Morrone?

That one.

- That one is good. - That's good.

Take care of it.

Good morning, Don Morrone.

Good morning, Captain.

Here to do some shopping as well? Good, it's all great quality.

I wanted to thank you for your help.

You told me where I could find that woman.

And we also happened to find a large batch of drugs, ready for the streets.

- How did you know it was there? - I didn't.

But some good friends who care about me, keep me in the loop.

Then you know what happened yesterday morning? A total massacre.

A total mess.

I heard something, but that's your business, Captain.

Apparently the Marsigliese had too many enemies.

Like Luca Aiello?

Luca Aiello? I don't know him.

I just helped a poor woman who shouldn't have suffered like that.

Besides, we've got to keep the drugs away, it's important.

Captain, where do drugs fit in with this sun?

See you around...