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ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV@KATCR.CO

I'll take this ball for myself.

What do you say? - Give it back!

There you go.

Morning everyone. - Excuse me, Chief...

Maybe we got something. We found there's a mechanic near the Mito bar.

The owner looks clean but there's another garage 3 miles away.

The owner is Gaspare Renda, well known to us. Here's everything about it.

So... Gaspare Renda, born in Trapani on 3/15/1936.

Son of Santina Renda, boss of Borgovecchio, disappeared in 1973 along with La Manna.

Quite a long record. - He got out 2 years ago.

He's been quiet ever since but you never know...

We put a man on him 24/7, I wanna know everything he does.

I'll check if his name is in Gianni's files.

What's up, Gasparino? They tell me you've been in church all night.

That you've been babbling about hell and heaven.

Have you forgot the promise you made to your father?

If you go against the cause you become nothing!

If I don't let you go is just out of respect for your father!

You keep your mouth shut!

You're gonna behave like a man and carry the weight of your sins!

Come in. - Chief, I looked into this Gaspare Renda guy.

He's too small of a fish to be behind such a big operation.

If he gave Peralta's photo to the papers, he was following orders.

I found a note from Gianni about Gaspare Renda.

It's about a girl gone missing in Paceco, Natalina Retondo. What do you know about that?

Peralta did mention that to me.

He had me collect info about the family but I found nothing out of the ordinary.

Poor folks, far from criminal activities.

To be honest... I thought it was the classic elopement.

So you already spoke with the family.

No, I did not... - What you mean?

I just thought the girl would turn up by herself... maybe pregnant.

Let's go then.

I knew this school thing wasn't right.

Natalina was a good, hard working girl, this was her life!

She worked like a mule.

Then all those books got into her head... and she just ran.

To do whatever she wanted to... it's a disgrace!

In your opinion... she left alone or maybe with someone else... like a boy...

I don't know and I don't wanna know!

She's dead to me!

You have another daughter, don't you? - She's not home.

Perhaps you didn't see her coming back because I saw her at the window.

Concetta is a proper girl, she has nothing to say.

Let me be the judge of that.

Tell him what you know about Natalina. - Nothing.

See?

Why don't we talk outside? Let's have a little walk.

When Natalina disappeared, dad got me off of school.

He said us female don't need to study...

...and all the evil comes from school and work.

You've been repeating the same thing for half an hour.

I'm losing my patience so, please, answer my question:

with whom did your sister ran away?

Dad says she changed after she started working outside...

...and that she was good when she was still home.

Enough! I don't wanna hear what your father says!

Otherwise I'll lock you up until you're 90, are we clear?

So...

Natalina wasn't working in the nunnery's laundry anymore, she had a boyfriend.

Who is he? - A boxer, his name is carmine.

What did she tell you about him?

A few things... not of your concern. - I decide what concerns me... go on.

She couldn't tell dad about him, he would have never approved, because Carmine...

...was a cop, like yourself. - A cop?

Yes.

What kind of cop? A beat cop, finance cop...

She only said "cop".

Chief... Natalina is kind and gentle and she was truly in love...

...but I know she didn't run away, otherwise she would have told me.

You gotta find her, Chief... find her instead of trying to scare me with prison.

One last thing, have you ever seen this Carmine?

Yes. - Where?

One time in Marsala Road, outside his gym.

I knew a guy named Carmine, he used to come here everyday.

How long since he last came? - About one month.

He said he met a girl, he was tired of Sicily and planned to move to the Tropics.

I'm still waiting for my postcard though.

Vincenzo, do you know what happened to Carmine by any chance?

Let me tell you this...

...many can say it's beef when instead it's donkey.

Can't you remember Carmine's last name? - I don't recall...

You don't recall...

I believe one needs some documents to sign up here. - Of course.

Then show us his papers already! - This way.

Gentlemen... we're looking for Carmine Crociata, policeman and former boxer.

It's about the disappearance of Natalina Retondo.

Check for any active utilities: phone, gas, electricity.

Let's hear from every department, DMV and passport office.

Carmine what...? - Carmine Crociata!

Get on with it! - I can't write this fast...

Hello?

Right away. Chief, it's for you.

Who is it? - Licata.

Hello? - It's me, Mauro Licata.

Good evening, Licata.

We'd love to have you over for a drink tonight, Elisa said you might like to.

Er... tonight...? Alright, I'd love to, thank you.

Great, we'll meet you in Delfini Street 22, 9 o'clock.

Alright, see you later.

Why didn't you tell him it's a party? - He never would have come.

How many do you smoke a day? - I wanna die of cigarettes before being murdered.

When you got here, I knew I had little time left.

Where have you been?

What you're doing home this early? - I wanted to talk to you.

You never talk to me, what's so important so suddenly?

All these streets look the same to me.

I think Crociata's parents live there.

Carmine moved to Trapani a while back.

He rented a place near the boxing gym.

This is the statement I made after going to my son's house.

He wasn't there and the house was empty.

My husband didn't let me see the house.

He didn't want me to get scared, seeing the abandoned apartment.

A mother knows when something bad happened.

The truth is we haven't seen our son in a long time.

Will you explain what happened from the start?

Carmine is a dreamer... Yes, he dreamed after taking that shit!

Don't say it! It was just a brief period anyway.

He loved to travel, he had big ideas.

He even took an exam to join the police. - They'll never take someone like him!

Listen to yourself! That's why he left!

Show them the pictures.

Do you know any of these people?

This is Gaspare Renda, he and my son were buddies... drug buddies.

They were together all the time, playing football in the streets...

...then the bad apple spoiled the good one too!

What about the girl? - This was Carmine's girlfriend.

Natalina Retondo.

Anything odd about the last time you saw your son? - Tell him.

We actually had a fight, he told me he was gonna do something special.

He said he was gonna be a sort of cop. - What you mean "a sort of cop"?

I have no idea... he said: "You'll be proud of me!"

I didn't believe him though, I told him it was bullshit.

He said it was a secret. Then he got up, slammed the door and just left.

He didn't even say goodbye... that was the last time I saw my son.

We need to arrange an inspection of your son's apartment.

Give 'em the keys. I won't be coming though.

Thanks, ma'am.

What do you think? - The kid sounds like a mythomaniac rather than a cop.

One thing for sure, he was never enlisted in any police force.

He's friend with Renda though...

...and Renda is on Gianni's files, in connection with the disappearance of Natalina Retondo.

And now, Carmine is missing as well.

Basically, we know nothing, except they're connected to one another.

Perhaps Gianni needed an informer inside the drug business...

...and he thought he could use Carmine.

Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that Gianni was after the drug business.

Look, Chief... the new king of Trapani, Scirè.

He's gonna rule this town, not Consalvo or Menendez, they're in the past.

He comes from the bottom, like us... except we are gonna stay on the bottom.

A dog used to be here.

"Loccu"...

Smells like someone died in here.

Jesus...

He sure left in a hurry.

This food has been here for a month.

And here's the dog.

Who are you? - Police, and you?

Giovanni Calvaruso, Carmine's neighbor.

I didn't know him that well, he was here short and he had strange hours.

However, I saw Loccu everyday. He was always behind the door, waiting for his owner.

Then, one night, Carmine went out with a friend and the next day I heard the dog crying.

I didn't steal the dog, I was just feeding him until the owner was out.

By any chance, was this the man you saw with Carmine that night?

I couldn't say... it was dark and he was too far.

I just heard the car horn and I saw Carmine go out and hug him, like friends do.

They left by car then. - And what a car! All 3 drove away.

You said "3"? - The girl went out too.

This girl? - Yes, his girlfriend.

What kind of car was it? - Giulia coupe, the latest model, blue as the sky.

Have you seen the plates? - No, I'm sorry... it was night.

Thanks, goodbye. - Bye.

We'll go to Paris, have you been there? - No, I haven't. I heard it's beautiful.

I also have a surprise for you. - A surprise? What is it?

If I tell you, it's not a surprise. - Yes, that's right.

How is Trapani? - Terrific... better than Paris.

We'll see about that. - We'll see? What you mean?

Nothing... I have to go now, I'll call you.

Bye, love. Have a nice trip. - Bye.

Excuse me, I'm looking for No. 22. - It's right here.

Right here? - Yes.

Dario! - Hi, I'm glad you came!

Come in. - You have guests...

Come on in, you only live once!

You're very kind, but... - One drink and you're on your way.

Just one drink then.

Before I introduce you to everyone, will you help me in the kitchen?

We need to show our "Callahan" a good time or he's gonna wither in his lonely apartment.

Let me just finish here.

Pardon me, dear.

Guess I'll have to introduce myself: Sonia. - Dario Maltese.

Let me help you with all those beers. - Thank you.

So polite... where you been hiding this one?

He's a serious person... no teasing. - These hippies make fun of me because I love the military.

Especially in uniform... you have one, haven't you?

I have it... I just no longer wear it.

Too bad... and the gun? Are you carrying one?

Enough, Sonia! - What's the fuss? We need order after all.

Right, Dario? - You gotta forgive Sonia.

She's a nurse and calls me whenever someone gets shot...

...and she just loves uniforms.

Let's go, Dario.

Sonia... I'm watching you... I'll be right out.

...this kind of colorful news doesn't really interests me...

Everything fine? - Yes, thanks.

I hope you didn't mind our little lie. - No.

It's a friendly dinner, you tell one and next thing you know, 20 show up.

You know how it goes.

Elisa, what was that bass player from Weather Report?

Pastorius... Jaco Pastorius. - Wow! You know Weather Report?

Yes. - How come?

Well, because... even cops have ears, eyes, a heart... those kind of things.

If you can also play, I'll throw myself in the water now. - I think it might be a bit chilly.

Wait a second.

No... no... - You said it, now prove it.

I was just showing off... I can't play...

Alright...

What would you like me to play?

Drupi. - Drupi...? You like Drupi?

"Sereno è". - "Sereno è", by Drupi... one second...

Bravo, Dario! - Bravo!

It's better if you play it. My wine...

A toast... to songs and to the moon bites we all took on this beach.

And to life... which passes us by.

Cheers.

And to Dario coming back to Trapani. - Thank you.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Ok... time to keep my word. - Seriously?

Of course! Mauro, come with me.

"For better or for worse"...

The Historic Compromise was made then.

One for the road. - I take the wine but I didn't get the joke.

You and the Commissioner...

I've never seen you so...

..."inclusive" with a cop.

It's not what you think... he's a modern kind of person...

One of us...

He just does a different job. - I see you're very informed about him.

The subject excites you. - I observe.

It was more than observing... you couldn't get your eyes off him.

Jealousy is a typically bourgeois feeling.

Perhaps I'm more of a bourgeois than you know.

Come in.

Chief... Gaspare Renda has more money than he looks like.

The Giulia coupe we were told about belongs to him.

Good, keep you eyes on him.

Rabbit, you stay on him and never lose him. - Why me? With all the men we got here...

Because I say so. Everyone is busy elsewhere.

I'll take care of that, come on.

Call the Chief and tell him where we are.

Then go inside and pretend you're a customer. - Anything else?

Yes, bring me a cold beer... come on!

He's sitting with a woman, tall, pretty, dressed in red.

They act like they know each other.

Hi, Chief.

That's him.

He's out... I'm going in to have a chat with this woman in red.

You stay on him.

Good evening. - Evening, officer.

Am I that transparent? - I'd say so.

Duty or pleasure? - Duty.

Odd... cops are usually here for pleasure.

Instead I need info on Gaspare Renda.

I don't ask customers for their names.

How do you know he's a customer then? - If you wanna chat, the counter is back there.

Antonino!

Either you start talking or I'll charge you for prostitution.

What's going on?

Nothing... this gentleman asked for a bottle of Spumante, the good one.

The most expensive we got.

So... did Gaspare ever talk about some Carmine Crociata?

What happened to this guy Carmine? - He disappeared.

No... I don't know any Carmine Crociata.

What can you tell me of Gaspare Renda then?

He's not been himself lately. - What you mean?

He became violent, he can't sleep anymore...

He's always praying God, asking for forgiveness and muttering that name... Carmine.

That's really all I know.

Really.

Alright... thanks.

Hey...

...why don't you come over sometime, when you feel lonely.

So? - He's inside. Be careful, Chief.

Mr. Renda... I need you to come with me, please.

Listen, Gaspare... you were praying for your soul...

You say people are in danger and God will punish us.

Yes, I... I believe that.

But can't we, Gaspare...

...can't we repent of our sins?

I don't wanna lose my soul for eternity.

What can I do?

You wanna pray with me?

Pray? - Yes.

Alright, let us pray. - Say with me:

"While I repent of my sins with all my heart..."

What are they doing in there?

They're praying. - Praying...?

If we keep on like this, soon we'll all have to pray.

My father used to say we were devoted to the Family.

That the Family came before fathers, mothers, brothers, friends...

We had to be ready to give our life for the Family.

We came from the country near Custonaci, I used to tend to the horses.

There was one...

A beautiful horse, with shiny hair...

I really looked after that horse, I wanted to race him.

One day my father came and said: "Shoot him"...

...and he put a gun in my hand.

I told him I didn't want to... I told him: "Why, dad?"

Ho took my hand and point it to the horse... "because you gotta become a man", he said.

Then he fired.

That's the Family.

Life screwed me over, since I was a kid... isn't that right?

I knew a kid from Pizzolungo, we played football together as kids.

Then we grew up and I got in jail, while he took a different road.

When I got out, 2 years ago, we started hanging out again.

He trusted me... even knowing who I was, he trusted me.

He said that being friends was more important than anything else.

What happened then?

I betrayed him... like Judas did to Christ.

Stand still!

Gaspare, do something! Help him!

I don't know anything.

Gaspare, do something! Help him!

You take care of the girl.

Terranova, have the whole place secured.

I don't even know how many corpses I've photographed since I'm in Sicily.

Yet I still get the same feeling every time.

A feeling about what could have been but never will be.

La Torre...

Dad?

Dad!

LEAVE THE DEAD ALONE

Prosecutor, good morning. - Good morning.

I was coming to see you, have you read my report?

Yes, I did... very suggestive.

I understand this case is closed, the mayor has complimented everyone already.

Nicolò Miceli confessed the murder of Peralta, everything points to him anyway.

Excuse me, but... Miceli didn't commit the crime, what are we gonna do?

It's a decoy, sir... he's covering for someone else because he was threatened.

The reason Peralta was murdered is the investigation he was carrying on within the Mafia.

Except we have no trace of that investigation.

I don't know why but he was investigating by himself, outside procedure.

Also, the murders of Carmine and Natalina are part of the same context.

I call this "fantasizing", Maltese.

Fantasizing...? - Yes.

We have a key witness! Perhaps you still didn't have...

Gaspare Renda is leading us straight to whoever commissioned all these murders.

You know how I see it, Maltese?

Gaspare Renda, your key witness, is a junkie with a criminal record.

He killed his buddy, Carmine Crociata, and then the girl as well...

...to steal the money they collected for their love runaway.

Then he just went crazy with remorse. Don't lose any more of my time, please.

Excuse me but I have to insist.

How do you explain the fact that Gaspare Renda gave to the papers Peralta's picture with the woman.

Money, Maltese... the journal sure paid him good money.

You're saying that a jailbird like Renda suddenly decided to become a paparazzo?

Clearly, that picture had no gossip value...

It was published after Peralta was killed!

Listen, Maltese... I know your story very well.

Sure it wasn't easy coming back here after what your father did...

...but you'll never clean your family name by pursuing a non-case!

Not on my watch, let this be clear.

Hello?

Chief... the Prosecutor had Renda transferred to the mental hospital.

Yes?

Tell Montano I'm in a meeting out of town.

This is the authorization for an interview.

The Prosecutor didn't tell me anything. - I'm telling you now as Substitute Prosecutor.

Do you have a problem with that?

Gaspare...

This is Vice Prosecutor Montano, she's helping us.

So... what happened?

What have they done to you?

I wanna get you out of here but you need to speak to me.

We gotta do something.

Nurse, we're done.

What did you say? I didn't understand.

Carmine knew he was bringing the poison.

What is "poison"? Is it drugs?

No, no... poison is... whoever betrays the Family.

At the cave, Alessio told to Carmine... he told him: "Talk if you wanna save the girl".

But Carmine...

...Carmine did not...

Who is Alessio?

Alessio could fill a cemetery with all the people he killed.

Will you tell me who he is?

He's one of the new ones...

...one of those who came from the mud and now wanna be on top.

Those who know how to make good money selling the white stuff to people.

This Alessio...

What did he want from Carmine? What did he wanna know?

Who was betraying the Family.

Someone was betraying the Family?

What did Carmine know about that? - Carmine was working for the Chief.

Carmine was working for Chief Peralta?

He wanted to know who was making money with drugs and Carmine was helping him.

But Alessio knew everything.

He knew everything except the name of the woman.

What woman? - The one who betrayed the cause, who helped chief Peralta.

This woman was Santina Spatuzza?

It was Wanda who passed information to Santina Spatuzza.

It was Wanda who betrayed the cause but I don't know who she is.

Don't you know who Wanda is? - I don't know...

If I knew... but I don't...

You're a very brave man, Gaspare.

I've been a coward all my life and now...

We'll get you out of here.

Let's go to my office, I gotta find a way to get him out of here.

If Santina Spatuzza was really a conduit between Peralta and his informer...

...then she must know a lot. - Right.

Maybe too much not to be in danger.

Santina Spatuzza is gone, disappeared.

She didn't say anything to anyone, she just disappeared since last Friday.

Come with me. - I'll meet you at the station.

Good morning, Miceli.

Any news?

Nothing?

How's your staying?

Do they treat you good? Are you happy here?

You're considering staying a bit longer?

So... while you were here, they managed to put Gaspare in the nuthouse.

Santina Spatuzza probably ended up in some concrete... guess who's next?

If you tell me the truth about Peralta's murder...

...I'm gonna put you in protective custody.

Think about it.

Think about what?

I have a mother... brothers and grandkids...

Will you protect all of them?

What do you want?! I didn't betray!

Yes? - I'm D.D.A. Montano.

Yes, what is it? - Renda's transfer from the mental hospital has been blocked.

No... it's unbelievable...

The son of a bitch is playing for them. - I'm very sorry but there's nothing I can do.

This can't be happening...

We can't do shit...

I'm looking for Mauro Licata. - Pass the archive on the right.

First room? - Second.

So this Wanda was the source for Peralta's investigation.

Have you checked the name?

Two Wandas in Trapani and surroundings, an old farmer and a young girl.

So Wanda is a code name. - Code name, nickname... whatever.

Why are you willing to make it public?

Between you and me, I won't beat around the bush.

There's a huge discord between myself and the Prosecutor.

He's trying to bury this case in a way that's completely inexplicable.

So, the only move I have left is to let everyone know what's happening.

Ok, give me a moment to put this together. - I'll have a smoke outside.

You don't look like you've been away 20 years...

...you look like you never left.

Well... in a way it's true.

Thanks.

"Suddenly, all the key figures in the Peralta case either got murdered or disappeared."

"Nobody wants to hear that chief Peralta was killed because of the revelations of a mysterious witness."

I'm willing to go on, even against the Prosecutor.

With all due respect, this will light a fire under the prosecutor's ass.

I'm sure he'll back you up after this article.

Peralta was using Santina Spatuzza as a liaison to someone called "Wanda".

This Wanda wouldn't obviously want to come forward.

So that's why Gianni was meeting Santina Spatuzza at the hotel.

So much for "crime of passion".

Gaspare Renda suggested that Gianni's murderer is some guy named Alessio...

...from a new breed of Mafia that's replacing the old one.

He's controlling the drug trade.

Gaspare Renda is all we have right now, we gotta get him out of there.

They're shocking his brains stupid. If he stays there, it's over.

I'll do what I can. - Please... even what you can't.

In the meantime, I'll follow this drug lead.

About that, I just received something from Rome.

A list of chemists from Marseille, they taught our dealers how to refine heroin.

As you know, the US has shut down all drugs routes to their country.

So they opened Sicilian routes. - That's right.

In the list there's also a man from Trapani.

Loris Misilmeri.

If Gianni was after the drug lead, we'll follow it as well, let's see where it takes.

Hello. - Hello, I'm Giulia Melendez.

I'm calling about the orchids article.

Yes, of course... when can we meet?

Right now would be perfect. - I'll be there in one hour.

Orchids have been here for 65 million years.

They adapted to any climate change.

It's a very strong flower. - I actually thought it was most fragile.

Many think that but they're all wrong.

It's like us women.

We couldn't have survived in a man's world if we weren't stronger than them.

There's so many different species of them.

As many as the attempts to make their color purer.

I wanna show you something.

I've been focusing on a particular variety from Asia Minor.

One could go insane chasing absolute perfection.

But when you find it, your normal life becomes unbearable.

See this shade of blue? - It's beautiful.

I've been looking for this for so long, I even doubted it existed.

In fact, it's not as strong as the others... it won't survive for 65 million years.

It's sick... it'll die soon.

There won't be another like this.

It's unique... that's why I want you to take a picture.

Before it's gone forever.

They told me Loris is here. - Why you're looking for him?

They told me he's got good music. - Who told you?

Friends. - Inside, he's playing.

I don't think the Chief will be happy. - About what?

About you using a civilian to buy heroin from the man we're supposed to tail.

Look at those legs... she's driving me crazy!

Who? - The civilian!

Just take those pictures and let's get out of here as soon as possible!

Stop whining already!

By the way, weren't you about to get married? - That's right,"about to"... not until I'm in church.

Yes, the church is the problem... just take those pictures.

The bastard is slipping the heroin into her pocket... piece of shit!

He's getting out.

Nail, he's driving away.

Here... this is the place.

He's been selling from the bar all day, like it's his office.

Then he made a couple of deliveries and went home.

Alright, same thing tomorrow.

"Same thing tomorrow"... we're gonna end up shot eventually!

The salt from the other time it's still burning. - Poor kid... still in pain...

Cut it out! - Listen... why have you become a cop?

Because I thought I'd be safe in my office with my desk and uniform.

What's the problem? I'll talk to the Chief myself... you pain in the...

Excuse me, I'm looking for commissioner Maltese.

Hello... Rabbit, get the Commissioner.

Can I get you a coffee? - No, thanks.

Sure? A glass of water? - No, I'm fine.

Elisa! - Can I buy you a beer? I got something important to tell you.

I've been to Giulia Melendez house for an article about her orchids.

This is her favorite specimen, she devoted her life to this.

You know what's this orchid called? - No.

Wanda... Wanda Cerulea.

She is Wanda! She practically told me, in her own Sicilian way.

I'm sure she wanted me to know.

I believe she's trying to find a way to cooperate.

Sounds incredible. - I know but I got a distinct feeling.

She looked fragile, angry and hurt.

If this is true...

...it means Gianni Peralta had truly gotten to the top of the ladder.

Obviously, this must remain between us.

No need to say it, we're playing the same game.

Good, let's see if my debt to you will keep getting bigger.

Debts are with banks, not with friends. - In this case, thanks for the friendship.

Can I tell you something? - Shoot.

The truth is... when Giulia showed me that orchid...

...I thought it was a chance to come and see you.

An excuse to meet you again.

Although I think I would have come just the same.

Well...

I didn't mean to embarrass you. - You did not.

I like to chat with you. - I enjoy it as well.

I also like spending time with you.

Good night. - Good night.

We'll keep in touch then... alright. - Bye.

What is that? - A present for your lady.

What the hell does this mean? - Calm down, Luciano.

I get back a family jewel, which belonged to our mother,

a jewel your wife sold for heroin and this is how you thank me?

It's you and your friends who brought heroin! - And you're making a pile of cash out of it!

Why don't we all calm down?!

Nothing happened.

You brought my collar back.

I keep being publicly humiliated because of you.

And that's not even the worst part.

What really kills me is that soon I will no longer be able to protect you.

That's one of the chemists from the list.

Here he is, Marcel Basquis.

From Marseille, about 40...

..."be informed that he's a very dangerous man."

The Frenchman is leaving on the Meari, Loris on the van.

It must be a hand-off.

Norman, are you ready? - I was born ready.

Where the hell is he going?

I'm coming.

Hi. - Hi.

Thanks. - Come here.

What are you making up for? - The fact I never gave you flowers.

How did it go? - He was scared, obviously.

Eventually he agreed to the interview, although his name must not come out.

I got work for you.

They're not as good as yours, nevertheless... - I'll develop these right now.

No, no, no... not now. - Why not?

I'm taking you out to lunch. - Don't you have an article to write?

When the music's right, you got to dance.

Is everything ok?

Yes.

I'll go get some water for these beautiful flowers.

Hi.

The usual wine? - Do you have Champagne?

Are you celebrating something? - Yes.

Great, I'll go check what we have. - Thanks.

What is we're celebrating?

Things that fall apart and things that hang on.

What is it that fell apart?

My old confidence that our life was perfect.

I love you, Elisa... in a way that makes me love the entire world.

Then what about our life you no longer like?

That it's made of just 2 people... I'd like it to be made of 3, 4... even 5.

I know what I always say, I didn't change my mind about a new world.

I could stay home with the kids if necessary.

We'd never be a classic, stay-home family.

We'll be a family open to the world, living the world.

Also, how can there be a new world if we don't raise and teach new people?

I... don't know what to say...

Say nothing then.

Close your eyes and jump... as I said, if the music's right, you dance.

I'm not sure I want children, Mauro.

Just one question...

You don't want children or you don't want them with me?

Are you in love with him?

You're a bad liar.

Let's wait for them on the state road.

What now?

He's carrying heroin, what if he plans to leave?

Let's see what he does.

Who the hell are those?

Why are 3 peasant women from Trapani flying to New York?

Definitely not to see the Statue of Liberty.

This is the old refinery in Sale di Nubia, the Frenchman got there and still is.

Norman is on him.

I found out who are those women.

Carmela, 68... Costanza, 65... Filomena, 78. All Luca Giacona's sisters.

He was tried in Bari in '69. - That was a mockery of a trial.

They were all blatantly guilty and all got acquitted for lack of evidence.

They didn't apply the "offense of belonging" to a criminal organization.

Of course, Mafia doesn't exist. - All women got their passports over a year ago...

...and since then, they flew in and out of New York 22 times, over once a month.

Wow...

Our airport was enlarged two years ago, to receive intercontinental flight.

Hello.

I'll be right there.

Where are you going... - Police, move over.

Ok, but... ma'am... - We have permission.

I believe you, but... don't make me mad...

Leave us alone! - Ma'am, please...

Please, stop... you can't... - Get your hands off me!

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I came to the station, they told me you were here.

How are you?

Not the best day.

And...

Why were you looking for me? Did something happen?

Nothing.

Dad?

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