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- Where are you going? - North.

- Got a cigarette? I've run out. - I don't smoke.

- ...I'll report you. - Say that again, I didn't hear you.

I said I'll report you all. You can't just chuck us out.

Why not? It's our company and we can keep who we want...

and sack who we don't want without giving a reason.

- And we don't want you... - You bastard! I...

- Forget it. Let's go to the union. - You're joking!

Wake up, mama's boy. You're big enough.

I'll take care of this. I don't give a damn about others.

I want a reason right now! They don't scare me.

You're breaking my balls. Get lost!

- I want to talk to Manzetti. - I am Manzetti.

You don't count for shit! I want to talk to your brother!

I want him to tell me to leave.

All right, as you wish. I'll get someone big to tell you...

- Anyone got objections? - Me. l say these men are right.

Where did he come from?

You can't sack people without a reason.

- Who is this idiot? - Someone looking for trouble.

- And he'll get it... - Why don't people mind their own shit?

- Workers have a right to be defended. - Really? By who?

By the unions, and if they couldn't care less, by me.

- And who would you be? - Someone looking for a job,

to make a living, like this man.

And you risk ending up like him. Now, out of my face, go on!

I wasn't clear enough, eh?

Son of a bitch! Bust him up, for God's sake!

- You look like you've seen a ghost! - No, worse!

A guy outside laid out four men in 20 seconds!

Call the other group now!

Is this about those four wretches I sacked?

It's about someone I've never seen before.

I swear he's a union thug, he talks about

defending rights and drivel like that.

- Which union? - For Christ's sake, how should I know?

Just call the others instead of chatting!

Hey you!

I see you know how to use your hands. Try them on me.

That's enough!

I don't want corpses near the factory. Take him away,

Dump him out of town with the trash. Now move it!

But if we don't sort him out he might come back

No, forget it. He won't come back for sure.

- You can go! - Go on!

Lurid bastard, he sure knew how to punch...

How old are you?

Eighty.

It's better now, isn't it?

- What are you looking at? - Nothing.

Are you hurt?

- Are you hurt? - Can't you see? Are you blind?

- Yes. - I'm sorry.

Where will you go now?

To get washed somewhere.

- You can come to my house if you want. - What house?

Mine. That one.

There's water, you can use some if you want.

- I'll help you. - No thanks, I know the way.

- What's your name? - Nina.

And where's your mother?

I'm her mother.

And her father, uncle and granddad, if that's what you want.

She invited me in. Don't worry, I'll be off now.

No, you can stay. If Nina let you in you must be all right.

She knows how to read people, she never misjudges them.

She sees better than me and you together,

from that point of view. l know her well.

I took her on when she was left alone aged 5.

- You're from the South, right? - Yeah, from the South!

- And maybe you're here seeking fortune? - Let's say a job.

Well, you've chosen a crappy city.

- What are you called? - Marco. And you?

Me? Wisdom. They called me that as a joke

but it's better than a real name, isn't it!

Careful, a leg's missing. Sit in the middle.

- Want a coffee? - Yes, that a good idea.

Of course it's a good idea, my coffee's extraordinary!

And when I find the seal for this contraption,

it'll be the world's best!

Know how I scrape some coffee beans together?

I fish them out of the sacks the master's throw away.

There are always a few beans stuck inside.

l retrieve them,

and sell the sacks.

Doesn't that show 'wisdom?

- Just smell it! - What's your problem with this city?

- What's wrong? - Everything's wrong.

Not for those with money, they really like it.

No, I'm talking about those from the working-class suburbs,

from 'the industrial zone' as they call it.

The truth is it's ghastly.

Ever since they closed the factory because of the pollution,

so they said, they left us here to rot like mangy dogs.

Who's in charge here?

Those bastards the Manzettis, and Belmondo.

They carved up the city and they're the law.

- Do they get on? - Huh! Like cats and dogs!

But they agree about one thing; the police.

Keep their palms greased and keep them out of it.

- What's their deal? - Smuggling and transport, the Manzettis.

Night-clubs and prostitution, the Belmondos.

They lock horns occasionally...

and it's bad news for whoever's stuck in the middle.

Listen to me; leave.

- Find work somewhere else. - You've convinced me, Wisdom.

And thanks for the coffee.

- Bye Nina. - Bye.

I hope he leaves. The air's bad around here.

He lied to you, Wis. He won't leave.

How do you know that?

I know.

The jugular.

Right eye.

Left.

Come here, and talk.

You always look like you've just missed a train.

You get on my nerves!

Listen to me Rico. Something bad has happened down there.

I thought so, or else you wouldn't be here.

- Well? - A union man, I'd bet my life on it.

You'd lose it.

Hello Bonanni? It's Rico Manzetti.

Have you sent anyone over to us? No? No, I was sure of it.

No, just a small hassle. Bye.

So who sent him?

Judge Grimaldi?

Are you sure?

Have him brought here.

- I'll find out if he's linked to Grimaldi. - But how?

I had him dumped somewhere outside town.

I didn't want the police involved so...

Will you ever grow up?

Yes?

Rico, it's Alex. Tell Beni that man's back again.

He's outside. What shall I do?

- Bring him here. - All right Rico.

No rough stuff, of course. Yes, see you soon.

Hallo?

What are you doing just standing there?! Go to work!

- Bring me the car. - Straightaway.

Hello.

Hello.

Listen, I apologize. There was a misunderstanding

with the guys earlier on.

They mistook you for an agent provocateur.

There are a lot of bastards around here.

My boys have to give them a beating. You understand, right?

- Of course. - My brother would like to talk to you.

- I'll accompany you to the villa. - What an honor!

But I just asked for a job, not an invitation to the castle...

It's no laughing matter, it's Rico's order.

He's in charge around her, clear?

Now that I know, it's crystal clear. Let's go.

Come on!

- Who is it? - Franco. Open up, Rico's expecting us.

Rico. Here's the man, as you wanted.

So it's you who goes round asking for work

by knocking out my men as if they were ninepins. Correct?

I don't want trouble, I'm just asking for a job.

You've got a strange way of asking... What's your name?

- Marco Russo. - Am I wrong or are you from the South?

No, you're not wrong.

Why, you got something against Southerners?

Calm down, don't get worked up.

My parents were Southerners too.

In fact I like those people.

And weapons as well, I see.

Yes. Not all of them, just the ones you see.

They've got the essential qualities...

...that any weapon must have.

Two in particular; elegance and functionality.

Used correctly they defy every rival,

most of all in precision. And I know how to use them.

I disagree for one reason only...

They're too noisy.

As you can see the result's the same.

Hey Rico, he put it right in the hole you made!

Not exactly, a couple of centimeters higher,

but I can be more accurate and quicker when necessary.

- Trying to impress me? - What do I care? You looked for me.

Come here.

Now there's something impressive...

A body that would drive a paralytic crazy!

You pig, leave her alone!

Isn't what you did to her father enough?

- Where are you going? - I'm leaving.

I don't want to disturb you as I can see you're busy.

Don't talk rubbish!

You're looking for work, aren't you?

Are you willing to take risks?

- Depends on the pay. - We'll try you out.

Talk to Alex about the money. I want him ready for tomorrow.

You think it's wise to take him right away...?

Whatever you want, Rico.

- Till tomorrow. - Till tomorrow...

- Can I ask you where we're going? - No.

Go by the florist.

Hey!

You call that driving?!

Everything all right?

Switch successful. Third car eliminated as planned.

We're making for the ring road, over.

So, do you still want to know who we're waiting for?

- Now I know. - Who?

That's the Judge's house.

A certain Mr. Grimaldi, if I'm not mistaken.

His photo's in all the papers.

And do you know why we're waiting for him?

- To kill him, I guess. - You guessed right.

That idiot's got the idea of sweeping the city clean,

but we'll sweep him away. It's us who'll keep the city clean.

They're coming, Rico.

Go!

Stop.

Still think the same way about firearms?

You've just shown you're a good shot, that's all.

You're hired.

- But I didn't do anything. - That's why.

I'd have killed you if you had tried to do anything.

- Hi. - Hi! I recognized you straight away.

Wis will be back in a minute, he's gone to the grocer's.

- What are you doing? - Playing.

- Making a TV antenna? - Is this what TV antennas are like?

Yes, more or less... I'll wait and you play.

What is it?

A music box. It reminds me of a place where I was happy.

- Haven't been there for a long time? - A really long time.

I've traveled the world, here and there.

- Where? - Places you don't know.

Syria, Congo, Vietnam.

What job did you do over there?

- War. - War's not a job.

Sometimes it is. A dirty job.

Why did you do it if you didn't like it?

Right... Why?

Hey!

- Hello, friend! - Hi Wisdom.

- So Nina was right. - Right about what?

Forget it. Come inside, I'll make you a drink. Come!

Make yourself at home.

- What's that? - It's my distillery. Patented method.

You collect the empties from the bar

and tum them upside down, see?

There's always a drop of something!

True, you need a lot of bottles and a lot of patience too.

But in the end... you get such a concoction!

But it gives you strength.

To your health. Did you find work?

What did you say?

- I asked if you'd found work. - The Manzettis.

Not good, they're scum. It'll end badly.

Could be. Listen will you do me a favor?

Of course, if I can. What?

You've got to hold onto this.

With all this money why bother with the Manzettis?

It's not for me...

When I go home it'll buy land in the churchyard...

...for my mother and my sister.

Some land and fine marble.

Is there money here too?

No, just a reminder.

A very important reminder. Take care of it all.

As you wish. But why do you trust me?

I don't know why, but I do.

- By the way, where can I find Belmondo? - What did you say?

I asked where I can find Belmondo.

- I need to have a chat with him. - With Bobo Belmondo?

Are you crazy? You'll get into trouble!

I already am. Where can I find him?

You're not just crazy, you're stubborn too!

Where?

At the Black Cat, one of his clubs. They all know it.

- Thanks. I'll be back to see you again. - I hope so.

But I wouldn't bet on it.

- Bye, warrior. - Bye Nina.

It's mad, senseless!

Belmondo and us together...?!

Can you see me eating roast lamb

at the same table as that bastard? Eh, Rico?

It's not a problem, just order fish...

What's the point? They're already in the palm of our hand.

One slip and the drugs file goes to the State Attorney.

I don't intend to go against them,

In fact, I need their collaboration.

There'll be an inquiry into Grimaldi's death

and the police will stick their noses in our business.

Our friends won't be enough for that.

We've got to be united. At least...

...until the investigation's closed.

You're the boss. What do we need to do?

Make the invitation to Belmondo, and inform our men that

until they get new orders, I don't want any kind of trouble!

- Clear? - Perfectly. See you later.

- And you, what do you think? - It's your job to think.

- I prefer to act. - I see you're learning.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!

Our regular evening performance is about to begin.

Anyone may take part.

And who would hold back when faced

with the chance of undressing the charming Maristella,

the Black Cat's star?

The rules of the game are simple;

a bad hit costs 100 dollars,

a good hit and... oh! Paradise is yours guys!

Come on gentlemen, Maristella's expecting you!

Come on, sir.

Every time you unfasten a hook, something our

stupendous Maristella's wearing will be unfastened too!

But if you get it wrong you pay. Ready for your first try?

Yes? Well, please try.

Go!

Fantastic! Bravo!

We're ready for your second hit.

Magnificent, magnificent!

No, no, no... sir.

This gentleman seems impatient to get to the end!

Give us time to admire Maristella's stupendous figure...

Ready? Go!

0h, what a shame, just a shame!

It's clear our gentleman got over-excited, and to be honest

it's a disappointment for us too, right?

Is there anyone who'd like to have a go?

Is it possible no one is willing to risk a 100 dollar bill

to discover the most intimate graces of this beauty?

- Excuse me, can I try? - Wonderful!

It seemed impossible that among so many lovely people

there wasn't someone who wanted to continue the game.

Maristella would have been upset too.

A nice hand for the gentleman!

100 dollars if you get it wrong,

- all right? - All right.

We're ready then. Whenever you want.

The lights! For God's sake, tum off the lights!

Where's that guy?

I don't know. He was here a minute ago.

- Find him and bring him upstairs. - Of course, right.

Good evening.

How did you get into my dressing room?

Relax, I'm not a maniac. I just want to talk to Bobo Belmondo.

And you've succeeded.

- Get lost, you. - I've got to change, haven't I?

So, what do you want?

- To warn you. - About what?

About the trick Rico Manzettf's playing on you.

- What trick? - He's invited you all to dinner, hasn't he?

Yeah. So what?

While you're there he's ordered me to plant a hot car on you.

The one that was used to get rid of Judge Grimaldi.

- Then he'll inform the police. - I'll go the banquet...

...and send someone to check it out.

If you've lied I'll get you.

But if you're telling the truth...

...you'll give me four times what Rico pays me.

All right, four times. I'm playing blind.

What the hell...?!

What's going on over there?

Hey you, stop! Stop I said!

- Do we take him out? - Not him idiot! We'll tell Belmondo.

- How come you're not ready yet? - Don't you want to...

...know how Belmondo took the Grimaldi hit?

I know it.

- We'll soon celebrate it together. - With him...

Meanwhile, his men have stolen the car used in the switch

from the breakers yard, and have taken it to their warehouse.

- Alex! - Yes Rico.

Take three men and check. I want to know what's going on.

You lot, with me. Let's go!

- Would you be so kind? - Oh, certainly.

Shouldn't there be a naked girl inside?

What do we need other naked girls for? We already got you.

Bobo dear, you wouldn't be jealous by any chance?

If you were that would mean you really loved me...

- So what? - If you really loved me...

- ...you could ask for a new car. - No! An emerald necklace.

Forget it!

Gentlemen. My dear lady...

- Lady! Some chance! - A toast is almost always rhetorical.

I detest words, especially when they substitute for actions.

However, I thought it right to make an exception tonight.

My reason for this is a fine and important one.

In the past there's been some friction between us,

it's pointless denying it. A matter of rivalry between men,

jealousy, absurd shows of strength, domestic battles

harming us both and favoring those who pay our rackets.

We were divided by stupid questions of territorial supremacy,

I say 'stupid' because of the vast difference

in the fields in which we operate and work.

Hard, difficult work that often caused

mutual misunderstandings.

Well, I'm sure that with this reconciliation

between the Belmondos and the Manzettis, the differences

and fighting between our two groups are finally over.

From now on we can work together with mutual respect

and, most of all, in peace and tranquility.

From now on a fraternal bond should begin,

so that all our problems can be overcome

by common agreement and with mutual assistance.

Only in this way can we truly say this city is ours,

and no-one will be able to interfere with our plans.

This is the resolution we must make.

It's what we Manzettis want,

and we're sure that Belmondo, having accepted our invitation,

will agree with what I've said.

So that's the meaning

of this gathering, and I invite everyone here to raise

their glasses in the ardent hope of a long friendship.

I like the way he speaks. It makes my spine tingle!

- Just drink and stop talking shit. - You're rude!

To everyone's health. To your health, Belmondo.

Stand up, you idiot.

Boss, we wiped them all out, and we've got the brother.

At the start of his talk,

our friend Rico Manzetti said he detested words.

So much so that he betrayed the very words he's just said,

against his own will of course. Whereas I declare

that I prefer actions, and I'll demonstrate this now.

About ten minutes ago a malevolent group

got into my warehouses using weapons.

My men killed the attackers.

They're all dead...

...apart from your brother, Rico.

It's obvious that those madmen acted on their own initiative.

Your recent words are proof of that, Rico.

So I feel the duty to be honest with you...

- ...and to propose an exchange. - What?

Your brother for the papers you have that I hold so dear.

So friends, lets brighten things up!

Let's toast the close cooperation of Rico Manzetti and myself

and our two sincere organizations.

I don't understand... How did Belmondo find the car?

- Someone tipped him off. - Right. Someone...

So...

- Have you brought the papers? - You came alone.

Don't you think that was a bit risky?

Well?

- I forgot, see you around Belmondo. - I don't think so, Rico.

- For your own good. - Alex!

You should cut out the booze, you're always drunk as a tart.

If I am, it's all your fault. Anyway, I've not got much left

apart from the booze. Moreover, I like it.

You like my money too.

Maybe once, not anymore.

That's howl met her.

Take it.

Didn't you hear me? Take it!

- Why me? - It's your pay.

- Someone will kill you sooner or later. - Who?

- The one who sends me roses every day. - I'm the one.

Beni!

Beni...! This tart's getting on my nerves.

Lock her in the old building.

She'll stay there till she cloaks.

All right Rico, I'll see to it. Come on, move!

Go to my bedroom. You'll take your mother's place.

Alex, she's to be locked in the old building.

Didn't you say you were going to use it for the churchyard?

- It makes no difference. - Right, it's yours.

- When will we see you again? - Tomorrow morning, I think.

- Good. - Can I sleep here?

- Of course, if you can make do. - Just one or two days.

- Yes. - A pallet's fine.

- No problem, this is your home. - Thanks.

- Keep your eyes open, eh? - Don't worry.

Bye.

- Don't make any noise. Get up. - What do you want?

Lisa's waiting for us. Hurry up, you'll be out of this mess.

- But you're one of... - Keep quiet! Come on.

0h, my darling!

Hey you! Listen up!

- Sorry, whose panties? - I said Andes, not 'panties'!

I'll repeat the second question; what's the Andes' peak?

- What the hell are you doing here? - I fancied a stroll.

Something wrong with that? It isn't forbidden, is it?

Of course it's forbidden! Go back to the house right away.

- If Rico saw you here he'd slap you. - What's happening?

Seems like the young lady's got insomnia! Wants to end up...

- ...just like her mother. - If Rico drops her she's ours!

You're driving me crazy Professor Paradise!

- The Apollo 'bared rear...' - 'Belvedere', professor!

The Apollo Belvedere...!

So with difficulty we've finished the questions

for our second competitor, the likable Professor Paradiso...

...moves onto the photographic buzzer round.

Now let's bring on our last contestant...

Quick, come with me.

The keys and documents are on the dashboard.

Leave quickly. Any town that's far away will do.

Take this for the first few days, then you're on your own.

I wish you good luck.

Why are you doing this?

You remind me of two people I loved.

- Let's go mum. - Yes, go. Hurry.

Goodbye, and thank you.

I don't know who you are, but you're surely redundant.

- And you're not very hospitable. - This is just the start...

Wis...

Nina?

What's wrong? Eh?

Nothing... Nothing.

The other one.

Enough. Everyone out!

Where have you hidden Lisa?

You came from the South just for me?

But what are you looking for? Who are you?

- Where's Lisa? - Why don't you ask Belmondo?

Because I want to hear it from you.

So, will you talk? Come on hero, loosen your tongue.

Shit...

- Is there anything to drink? - Yeah, a bottle of whiskey...

That guy's in the warehouse, keep a close eye on him.

You go there. I'll close the gate and come too.

Call Walter as well.

Hey guys, how about a drop to warm up a bit?

You going to drain the lot?

Hey, look! Smoke! Hurry up!

- Come on quick! There's a fire! - Open it!

- Quick! - Come on!

- The extinguishers are in here! - We can't get through!

- Call the others! - Go on, call them!

Hurry up with that extinguisher, you idiot!

Where is it?

That bastards in here!

If he gets roasted Rico won't let it pass!

Move those crates away!

We're here. In there.

Right, you'll be safe here. Over there.

Down... Down, slowly.

They'll never find you.

What do you want? This is the second time

you've come into this house without being invited.

- You call this a house? - It's mine, and I like it.

- I asked you what you want. - Where's that pig?

I don't raise pigs.

Don't try and be clever with me,

you know exactly who I'm talking about. Where's Marco hiding?

I know nothing, and even if I did I wouldn't tell you.

Alex, Beni.

Do whatever you like, kill me, still you won't get anything.

Really? We'll see...

Beni, the girl.

No! Not Nina, no! Coward!

So, has your memory returned?

I don't know! It's the truth, I don't know where he is.

- You don't know, eh? - No.

Where are you Wis? What do they want?

No! Don't touch her! You dirty pigs!

Get your hands off her! No! Nina, no!

No...

Alex...

- No! - No, leave me alone! No!

- Wis! Wisdom! - Shut up, you monkey!

- You'll like it, you'll see! - No, no!

Go on, tear everything up!

- Couldn't he be with Belmondo? - Could be. Son of a bitch...

Could be the right time to settle the account. Let's go.

Nina, my little one...

No!

Nina, my Nina... No...

- Hi Marco. - Hi.

So, how's it going?

Look, I've brought you the stuff you wanted.

The food's got to last you a couple of days.

It's not wise to be seen around here. If they realize...

How's Nina?

Better. She'll recover.

You know...

...wretches like us have one advantage over

the rest of humanity;

an incredible resistance to pain.

- Anyway, something's going on. - What?

- Things are heating up in town. - What do you know?

Nothing precise.

But I think the Manzettis want to finish Belmondo for good.

- Before tomorrow night. - I'll be ready too, tomorrow night.

Good luck, Marco.

Let's have a look at those bloody hooks.

Rocco, give Maristella a hand.

Let's do some rehearsals. The skirt was stuck last night.

The cable isn't running smoothly. Tug it a couple of times.

So, ready.

Hallo, darling? Hallo?!

Hallo? What's going on? Answer me!

Hallo?!

The others.

Watch out guys, Manzetti's boys are here!

We've even searched the toilets, he's not here.

Come on, you're always joking...

Let's move.

Strange, there's no reply from the factory.

- They'll have fallen asleep. - Let's take a look.

Hurry up boys. To the cars, quick!

You come with me.

You check the entrances, you over there, you the warehouse.

Give me a hand here. Help me.

Rico!

Bloody hell! For me?

Where did you get this manna from Heaven?

From the Manzettis.

Let's say they're paying a partial compensation.

- Where will you go? - South.

I've still got one debt to pay, to my mother and my sister.

I wish you good luck, and peace too.

- You deserve it. - Goodbye.

- Keep this. - What is it?

The music box.

It'll keep you company.