All language subtitles for Il Cacciatore.S01E05 - Idi di marzo

Good shot! Too bad
that you crossed the line.

I don't think so.

Everybody saw it,
you crossed the line.

- Filippo, what do you say?
- These are two points for Angela.

We want to forget
years of rules?

Whatever…

I think we'd make
a couple together.

First contexts
and you try to pick me up?

- I'm already married.
- But you have a nice left.

We'd make a nice couple.
you and I.

Sorry, I gotta go.

Angela, promise me at least
to think about it?

Now let's go home
and I'll make you a bottle.

Yeah, and then we're putting in
the limoncello.

- What a fool!
- She likes limoncello!

Stop it!

Daddy's beauty.

Let's get out of here!

Fuck you!

Go! Go!

They've made vanish
the other car?

- Fuck!
- What is it?

We forgot the Tedesco.

Someone has to go.
to get him

- or he stay there until morning.
- That's precise.

For a while.
we'd so much fun, huh?

I'm glad
that you had a good time.

This is just the beginning.

Did you go away again tonight?

Yes.

Ah.

Should I know anything else?

That I have a nice left.

What do you say, this one?

Daddy!

- Better the other one.
- In the other one, her eyes are closed.

We choose as daddy
he doesn't understand anything.

Carlo?

Yeah, that's fine. Five minutes.

I gotta go.

I love you, you know.

Bye.

What do we do now?

Let's look at the new photos.

Let's see what we got here.

Look at that pretty Carlottina.

Nice daddy here.

It was raining down corpses.

Blood Days

that the newspapers had
renamed "Ides of March."

In Corleone there was no shooting
for 15 years,

a sign that it was happening
something important.

And for us
of total darkness.

The girl is alive.

With all the blows
it's a miracle.

Marshal!

Saverio.

Look at the woman's last name.

Giammona.

Giovanna Giammona.

A month earlier, had been touched
his brother Giuseppe.

Both incensed,
brother and sister.

People who, as far as
we knew about it,

had not much to share
with the Mafia.

Like the two Moroccans
found in Brancaccio.

In that case, the modalities
of the murder

seemed to rule out
the mafioso motive.

But the shell casings brought us
back to the same guns

that they had fired
in Corleone.

A few days later it's the turn
of Antonino Giuseppe Vallecchia,

stage name Gianni Giannuzzo.

In an underworld environment
known as the Singer.

A "neomelodico" who used to perform
at village parties and weddings,

especially the mafiosi ones.

White Lupara.

A faceless demon
sowed death undisturbed

and I'm waiting, hoping
that he'd strike again

just to be able to
to give him a name.

"Who is this without death

that goes for the kingdom
of the dead people?"

Dead people.

What do you say?

No, it's nothing. Divine Comedy.

- How does it help us?
- Books are always useful.

Let's start over
from chapter one.

- This: Francesco Montalto.
- Yes.

Pressure regent
of Villabate,

son of boss Salvatore Montalto
called Totò Loyal Dog,

historical ally of the Corleonesi.

Somebody's gonna kill him
and Bagarella takes revenge.

- Simple, linear.
- Yes, I know.

But then why
all these innocent people?

Why?

Maybe they've changed
the alliances.

New names, new people...

Perhaps Bagarella and his ones
have freaked out.

- Why now?
- Territory problems?

Lack of respect?

Too much blood
mix-ups your brain.

- Okay, I'm out of here.
- How are you leaving?

It's almost 8:00,
I've stayed too long.

I come home at night

and I'm trying not to take with me
these deaths.

And I avoid bringing here
the problems I have at home.

Watertight compartments,
you should try it.

- You don't look so good.
- No?

How did you said? Too
blood mix-ups the brain.

That goes for us, too.

Go home, Saverio.

Oh! Easy.

You've been here for 4 hours.

Patience makes the hunter.
Patience!

Yes, patience...

- Repeat your sentences, too.
- But what sentences?

You haven't figured it out yet
who's fucking with you?

The footprints go in there.
Now you'll see.

- I'm fine.
- Giada, where are you going?

- Come on.
- Oh!

Let's get to know
this boar.

- Giada, what are you doing?
- Are you coming or are you staying?

Easy.

Let's go.

Doctor...

Doctor.

Come on, I'll get you home.

Last one and we're leaving.

Another one, please.

Thank you.

Cheers.

- Morning, guys.
- Let's go home, come on.

- Giada also called.
- No, to the prosecutor office.

Breakfast?

He knows nothing.
Nino was right.

We got the wrong guy.

Wait, I'll do it.

He liked to dance,
this fetus?

At least that's how
he's going to dance.

Who's next?

His partner
Marcello Grado.

- The son of Tanino blue eyes
- Add Carmine too.

The one who has the haberdashery
under my house.

Every day I leave the house
and here he is, looking at me.

I don't think it has anything
to do with this story.

I mean… I get he's
which is an old chap.

- So?
- I'll take care of it.

- Tomorrow, I'll greet him.
- Tony.

Get the fuck him out of my way
or I'm gonna gouge his eyes out.

I assure you.

Then who's there?

We're not finished at Villabate.

There are still
Di Peri's men.

- There's Uccio.
- Bagarella] Who?

Salvatore Barbagallo

and those four assholes
at the Franky Bar.

These hands
don't they scare you?

Yes.

Do you know how many people
did they kill?

Tell me again.

Do you know how many people
did they kill you?

Tell me again.

Do you know how many people
did they kill you?

- Uccio, what's going on?
- Ssh.

Tell me the truth.
Should I worry?

Sure.

Do you like being with a bandit?

I'm kidding, my love.

As long as you're with me
you can rest easy.

Trust me, okay?

But let's do this.

- I'm taking your car today.
- What?

At least I'm quiet.

Here, call you a cab.

Beautiful, we'll give you
a ride!

There's plenty of room here.
Come on, we're having fun!

Fuck you!

As long as you're with me
you can rest easy.

Trust me, okay?

He's always at the Franky Bar,
in Villabate with his friends.

It's kind of a rendezvous point.

Then what else does he
with these friends?

Carrying weapons, shooting.

On behalf of who, I don't know.

- What did you say his name was?
- Uccio.

- Uccio.
- Salvatore.

Salvatore.

Salvatore and then?

OK. What else does
this Uccio?

He tells me
of the weapons he uses,

the dead he killed,

the bodies dissolved in the acid,
stuff like that.

- Why does he say that to you?
- It excites him.

OK.

Only now he's watching
always to his back.

Every time he wants me to see him
to a different place.

He's afraid of something.

And you're scared?

It's good of you to come,
I can protect you.

But I need something
concrete, you know?

A name, a date, a place...

Something that could be checked.

Come on.

I'm sorry. I thought
than a coffee...

- Thank you.
- They are already sweetened.

- Is there any milk?
- No.

But I'm gonna go to the bar
and come back.

- It's okay.
- Next time I'll remember.

I'm going.

I'm sorry, the names
he won't tell me.

Yesterday he told me about a guy,
a certain Singer.

- Can you use it?
- Go ahead.

He says they took him
in the middle of a marriage

and they took him to a warehouse
near Villa Abate.

And then they tortured him
to get him to confess something.

- Who? Uccio?
- No, people he knows.

Let's do that.

I'll give you a new identity,
a home and a job.

But you have to do
something for me.

Pull out a name,
a place, a date,

something that proves that Uccio
has something to do with this.

We record everything,
we arrest him

- and you don't see him anymore.
- I don't want to see him now!

We're here to protect you.

Ready to intervene
at any time.

You'd be safer
than you are now.

Trust me.

So said he.
I have to go.

Promise me you'll think about it.

In Sicily they say

that in times of hunger also
a fly liver

may constitute nourishment.

- Zaza.
- Doctor.

- Come here for a second, please?
- I'll be right there.

Here are my keys
to try to understand something

in this war
without sense.

A missing neomelodico
from nowhere

and a little girl with a lot of
desire to change

but too much fear
to really do it.

Because we all believe
we want to change our life.

But the truth is, without
our insecurities, our fears.

we feel lost.

Tiny boats
drifting in the ocean.

We all want to change our lives

but who's willing to do that
for real?

- Hello, my love.
- Hello.

You made me a tripe!

Yeah, I surprised you.

What about you?

It's the last one.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You know.

No, I don't.

He's not drawing anymore.

I'm sorry, but I sent him
magazines,

sketchbooks,
colors and markers.

Vincenzina.

Look at me.

Vincenzina! Look at me.

How do you think it's going to end
this story?

It's not about us.
And I told you that before.

It's about that.

Yeah, it's about that.

It has to do with why the little kid,
you and Santino took him.

The Virgen never forgive you
because you took him!

Carmine, you got a minute?

- Have we met?
- Do you know what time it is?

It's 8:30. From today
the store opens at 9:00 a.m.

- Why is that?
- Because I'm telling you.

What the fuck do you want?
Are you trying to scare me?

- Are you going to scare me?
- I'm here as a friend.

I'm not the one
that you need to be afraid of.

Is that a threat?
I'm calling the police.

You say if you call the police
they help you?

Now you get it.

- 9:00?
- Yes, now go away.

Good morning, Don Luchino.

Bravo Jesus Christ
who gave me a pardon.

Someone's looking for you.

I made put on milk for you.

What are you doing tonight?

You're welcome.

This way.

Serena, what a pleasure!

Come on.

You're welcome.

Wine?

You like that, huh? Restaurants,
beautiful clothes...

And who doesn't like it?

There are places to live
so you don't need the gun.

Places where a good-looking
girl like you

can find an honest man

who can guarantee you
all of this.

- Oh, yeah? Not in Villabate though.
- No.

We're working on it.

Tell me the name of a town.

- Milan.
- Milan... not bad.

I've lived there.
The climate is shit though.

Yes, but there are
a lot of stores.

The lights, the subway, the people
who don't know you,

who don't know where you came from

- and even don't care about it.
- Milan. All right.

Pick up the phone.

That's him.

- Hello, hello?
- I've been thinking about you.

- I thought about you, too.
- I looked for you before.

- Why aren't you answering?
- Sorry, I've been busy.

- See you tonight?
- Not tonight.

I'm still at the store.

- When do I finish tomorrow?
- Let's go to the motel.

- Let's do it to my home.
- Your home? Why yours?

I don't know. The first time I
was in my home...

- I'm longing for it.
- Fuck, I can't wait.

- Me too.
- See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, love.

In Milan.

What makes you stay awake?

I was thinking of going to bed.
pretending to be asleep

but now I prefer
to send you to fuck off.

Where have you been? Two days
without news.

I'm working hard.

You don't work at night, you stay
out of the house. It's different.

You prefer to get drunk
in a shitty bar

- than come back here.
- Did Zaza tell you that?

No, you can smell it.

- You want to crucify me?
- No, Saverio.

I want you to talk to me,

to tell me
what's going through your head.

Why don't we talk anymore
you and I?

Why don't we make love?

Our lives have changed, Giada.

My job has changed,
we have a daughter.

- I already know that.
- What do you want me to say?

The other day, I found
a corpse

with his ball stuck up
in the mouth.

There's a war in Palermo.

To understand something about it
I gotta get a mafioso laid

with a young girl.
Is that you want to know?

I gave up everything I had
to be with you.

Don't cut me out.

If to go home you gotta
talk to me about this stuff,

- then please tell me about it.
- I don't have to talk about that.

I don't need it for a fuck
to talk about this.

I need to stay focused.

And if I have to stay out of here
to do that, I do.

If you're hungry,
there's something in the fridge.

The Singer. We care about him.

If Uccio wanders, report
his talk about that.

We need precise news,
verifiable.

A first name, a last name,
an address.

Then we go in.
and it all ends in a heartbeat.

I feel like
to be in Nikita.

- The movie. You understand?
- No.

She's a half-breaker.
and the secret service

- they make her a spy.
- How does it end?

She breaks her man's heart
and then she disappears.

I'd say we have the name
of the operation.

Operation Nikita!

I brought my clothes,
do you want to see them?

- No need, I trust you.
- I'd like to see it.

I was thinking of a guêpière,
but money wasn't enough.

- It's not important.
- Take it.

Buy what you need.

You have to give the best of yourself.
You have to turn him on,

you gotta drive him crazy, Serena.

The excited man is weak,
has no defenses.

The more he's excited, the more he talks.

The more h's excited, the less he thinks
that you're trying to fuck him up.

Good girl.

- But you're a maniac.
- Conscientiousness.

We're taking a risk on the skin
of a 20-year-old girl.

I'm aware of that.

How much does it suck on me
this place.

The English lord spoke.

I don't like
the scent you're wearing.

It's made of hormones,
it costs a lot of money.

Girls go crazy.

The hormones, they take
them from horses.

A good syringe in the balls
and the scent is ready!

Fuck you, go!

Uccio, let's not get
to piss off my dad.

- Do you remember what you have to do?
- Yes, I remember.

- Hello?
- What are you looking for?

- Where are you?
- Mind your own fucking business.

For once, you can't
just show off?

- What are you looking for?
- You know that.

Take what you have to
to take, nothing more.

I'll be watching you.

Fuck, this guy's deranged.

I'm not saying you to dress well,
but to show up like this!

- Show up how?
- With this shirt!

All this gold
like a saint.

Do I have to dress like you?

We have to kill
a piece of shit.

- We're not going to women.
- Yes, but it takes style.

Even if you're going
to kill a Christian.

I'm not giving him time to see
the way I'm dressed.

Pinuccio, you're rude.

And laugh, Nino!

- Uccio...
- Fuck, come here.

Why this show?

I'm scared, Uccio.

I think that every time
could be the last one.

And I fucking like...

All the things you tell me,

the blood,

the dead you killed,

The more I think about it
the more I want to fuck.

Tell me about
the Neapolitan singer.

What does the Singer
have to do with it?

I was thinking
at that wedding.

The rings, the white dress...

The newlyweds who swear to themselves
everlasting love

and in the other room a man
he dies dead.

They didn't kill him there,
they took him away.

- And where did they take it?
- Why all these questions?

You're playing
like cops?

I want to see them,
the things you tell me.

Like I'm there.

The restaurant with sea view,

the guests,

the sunset all red...

There is no sea in Roccamena,
only mountains.

But there was a swimming pool.
with the ancient statues.

They took him away
in the middle of the marriage.

They put it in the
in the trunk

and they took him where
they kill the pigs.

We wait.

They strangled him
with a fine, fine rope.

And then they ripped him apart,
piece by piece.

It dissolves better in acid.

And who did that, my love?

Tell me this isn't happening
what I think.

Fuck!

Shut up.

- Wait! Wait!
- What the fuck I wait?

Go! Go!

Fuck, I'll kill you!

Shitty spy!

- Freeze, Barbagallo!
- Put the gun down!

Easy, you're hurting me!

Fuckhead!

This piece of mud,
he didn't even come.

He didn't feel like it today?

Someone must have told him
that a villain was waiting for him.

Yes,.

I don't waste the day.

I want to go to Mondello.

If you want to take your things,
the time is now.

I don't want anything.

Be careful, in Milan
it's cold.

I'll buy my clothes there.

All right, let's go.

Thank you.

You can take the cuffs off.

Salvatore Giuseppe Barbagallo,
called Uccio. Right?

It is interesting

the description of the marriage
in Roccamena

which is the circumstance in which
has been seen for the last time

Antonino Vallecchia,
said the Singer.

- So what?
- No, I mean...

It's curious that you know
all these stories

since the disappearance
of Vallecchia

hasn't been reported either
by his wife or daughter.

I must have heard it somewhere,
maybe I made it up.

We've taken the genius
lamp

who invents things
and then they come true.

What exactly is the charge?

- I'm busy tonight.
- No.

You're not going anywhere.

Abraded serial number.

There's enough
to send you to court.

And free me.

Ballistics analysis will tell us
something interesting.

We have a lot of murders
still looking for a dad.

There's nothing to tell.

I shoot a lot of shit
and one gives it to me.

- It's working, isn't it?
- Fuck if it works!

It's working like hell.

So well, you're just sitting there
handcuffed in the barracks.

Doctor?

- Can I have a cigarette?
- It's the last one.

- What's going on?
- Another shooting.

In Mondello this time. Two twenty-year-olds
unknown to the police.

One of them's still alive.
leading to Villa Sofia.

- I'm going.
- I'm coming too.

And Barbagallo?

Give him a shower.

Maybe he'll lose
the hot spirits.

Putting your feet in the water
with coffee in hand...

- I always liked it.
- A beautiful sea.

Can you get that, please?

Here's the sugar.

Hello?

Why?
you don't answer your cell phone?

I'm sorry, I don't know where
I put it on.

Listen to me.

This time it's not a game
and there's no bet.

- You'll do as I say.
- Yes.

A little punk has taken over
a bullet in Mondello.

They took him to the Villa Sofia.

Visit him for me
and relieve his pain.

Yes, I'll take care of it.

- Daddy, come on...
- What are you doing here? Get out!

Honey, go that way.

What's going on?

Let's go.

You know what I mean? Dying at 20.

Another poor Christ
that had nothing to do with it.

He was already in a bad way.
when he got here.

Sorry.

Let's hope we have more luck
with the other witnesses.

I see it as hard.

How does the tournament work?

Simple as that.

We choose the name
for the team and we sign up.

The inscription is 5,000 lire.
We can do it right away.

OK.

- I need some ID.
- Ah! The documents...

I left them at home.
Why is that a problem?

No, no problem.
We can sign up tomorrow.

Yes.

What's that?

The transcripts of his
confessions to Serena.

The ones we recorded
and the ones you told us.

- So what?
- Then nothing.

Waste paper.

No names,
no objective matches.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- In court, it's nothing.

You'll be fine with three,
four years

for the abraded serial number
on the gun.

It could have been worse.

But I'll deposit tomorrow
these acts in court.

So, do you know what's going on?

All Cosa Nostra Know
that you, for no reason,

told the secrets
of the organization to a woman

that as it turns out,
is not even his wife.

She's a young girl.

If I were you, I wouldn't be
in a hurry to get out of jail.

Good luck, Uccio.

How does it work?

Let's put it on record that you
cooperate with the justice system.

Then we take a car
and we're going to Trapani,

away from Palermo
and its dead.

A magistrate.
And who the fuck is he?

I see him every day.

He's the same one who arrested me
four years ago.

The same one who took Mico.

- His name is Barone, right?
- Yes, he is.

- How is this Barone?
- Excuse me.

- Want some coffee?
- No, thank you.

Tony,

keep an eye on Vincenzina.

This is the voice mail
of the Barone family.

Leave a message
and we'll call you back.

If you can't hear us, insist.

Giada, come in.
I know you're home.

I have to go to Trapani
for work, a couple of days.

I can't get through.
I'll call you when I get there.

Come on.

What about this one?

What's up? Do you like it?

Yes.