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I never believed I could do it, but now I want to be part of the best conservatory of musicians.

And you? If there's something you would do anything for?

Come on, come kiss the ones who make me back down.

Secondigliano is our home, and I want us to take it back into our hands.

I went to my daughter's christening, and I spoke with all the families.

These are important situations, but know that you and your friends have all my trust.

But that one isn't dead, huh. I'll get there before you manage to do something to him.

And you, you know how I kept my word?

Go get your friends and take them away.

And you don't let yourselves be found in this place again.

Is that it?

It's the future arriving, Michele.

It'll be a real revolution for this city.

But everything has to go right. We can't afford to screw up.

You already have my word, Jérôme.

I don't like saying things twice.

Unloading the stuff is my problem.

And my father won't find out a thing.

Better for me, better for you too.

I trust you.

It's just that in cases like this,

ambition can outrun caution.

You get me?

You get me?

How could I not get you?

Maybe.

But for a project as big as ours,

ambition matters more than bread.

Or more than a brioche...

if you prefer.

A brioche...

-The croissant. -The croissant.

So—here's to our ambitious alliance!

Give me a sip.

Drink, drink!

Naples, my friend, you got inside me.

-Good morning. -Hello.

A little piece of my life I spent with you.

-How are you—everything okay? -All good, thanks.

All good?

Naples, my friend, with a dark little street kid

who walks a long way

with little coffee cups...

This is for you—congratulations.

The homes we live in are full of contraband.

That's Naples for you—.

Down Totò's alleyways.

You get tired making do, always gritting your teeth

walking on foot...

You done with that wine?

Let's go.

Yeah.

Naples, now you tremble

in the shadow of Vesuvius, so full of fire

it could even wake up.

But it won't happen.

Saint Gennaro will take care of it

putting out our fears

and brightening the days

with the will to hope.

Dad.

That everything has to change.

Come on, come on.

You took from me a little piece of this life...

Guys, go have fun—go on.

-Come with me. -Let's go.

Come with me too, Pie'.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Sit down.

Who are these boys you're dragging along, Angiolè?

Boys from Secondigliano, Donna Concetta.

Our kids.

He's really cute, huh.

Excuse me.

Who is she?

At this party you've got the bosses of every district...

people who decide every racket, every deal.

And you know who handles all the money and makes it grow?

-Her? -Exactly.

Donna Concetta Rizzo.

That's Nicola Varriale—her nephew.

We're from Secondigliano...

they're from our neighborhood.

They made it.

Naples, more beautiful

the sea from back then

with her in Mergellina.

After this christening— Can we see each other?

Honestly...

-I don't know if— -Walk!

My sun is right in front of you.

What a fucking embarrassment.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the gifts!

The Sanità district... heavy hitters.

Corra', I've got a surprise for you.

This is a gift for the child when she grows up.

You're crazy—seriously!

What am I supposed to do with you?

For a hundred years!

With our best wishes...

The boss of the Quartieri.

Families that have ruled for a hundred years.

Thank you.

Best wishes, Corra'.

Thanks.

Ma'am.

Please.

Best wishes from the Villa family.

-Thank you, Don Antonio. -Our warmest wishes, truly, from the heart.

-Best wishes. -Thanks, Miche'.

May God bless you.

Now it's our turn.

May the blood of Christ be always with you and your family,

and may it be a blessing for this child.

She's beautiful!

Beautiful.

Jesus...

May Christ guide me

and be my example, as He always has been.

Come here, kid.

It's an honor, Don Corra'.

I want him dead!

We need Angelo in Secondigliano,

and if we kill him now we lose the northern outskirts...

we get weaker, and that's exactly what

that piece of shit Corrado Arena wants!

With time and patience, we'll set everything straight.

But he still has to be punished.

Long live Corrado Arena!

Long live!

You've made Don Antonio a bit angry.

Why, counselor? I answered politely to an invitation

from an important person.

Like they say: we just have to help each other...

Angiolè—one hand washes the other.

-What do you mean? -Come with me.

-Good morning, Angiolè. -Good morning, Don Miche'.

I wanted to talk to you for a minute—privately.

Go on.

My French friends

have to unload a shipment inside the port.

It arrives from Marseille— Tomorrow it goes to America.

-Heroin. -Ah!

But I can't do it,

because my father would find out.

You know he's against it the moment it even enters Naples.

It's not only your father who thinks that.

My father's old—he's from another world.

He was born into cigarette smuggling and he'll die in cigarette smuggling...

just like Corrado Arena.

But the world's changed, Angelo— And it's still changing.

Heroin will be here soon too,

and cigarette smuggling will be nothing but loose change.

I appreciate the regard you have for me, but I can't accept.

I've already got plenty of problems,

and picking another fight with your father doesn't seem smart—right?

And I'd be making Corrado my enemy too.

With all due respect,

it doesn't look like the solution.

As you wish.

Excuse me, Don Michele.

Bye, counselor.

That didn't go well.

Nice shoes, huh?

You've done well for yourself!

Angiolè...

what did he want?

He offered me a deal.

-And what did you tell him? -I said no.

I don't trust him.

If you really want something,

you have to have the courage to take risks.

You're right—you've got to have the courage to do even the impossible.

As long as you're alive, anything's possible.

You know when things become impossible?

When you're dead.

Get out of here—go on.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Special occasion? -A christening.

You look great.

You too.

Well… I'm tired. I just got back from class.

So how come you're here?

We left something unfinished.

You asked me if I had a dream— I wanted to give you an answer.

So answer.

I'm not like you. I never got to study.

The chances you have, I don't have.

So you can figure out yourself

that for someone like me, it's easier to just sleep at night.

Forget about dreams.

I don't like talk like that, Pietro.

You can still do anything you want,

become whoever you want.

It's not like that.

You know it too.

Here, we don't own our choices.

We don't own our lives.

We're like slaves.

But your dream is real. You'll go to America

and you'll become a star.

And one day, who knows...

you'll get an invitation from a mysterious admirer,

to a beautiful restaurant,

reserved just for you.

There'll be a sky full of stars.

And inside... Pietro will be there, waiting for you.

Look— you just did it, Pietro.

Did what?

Dream.

What if I didn't want to wait until that day?

Thanks.

Good evening.

And everybody keep your mouth shut.

Angiolè!

Don Antonio wants to talk to you.

Gentlemen—good evening, everyone.

Don Anto', what happened?

What happened is, starting today, the gambling den isn't yours anymore.

And the bar shuts down—for good.

So because of you, all these people get dragged into it.

-Don Anto'... -Shut up!

Shut up when I'm talking!

First one to step in here is dead.

This is the christening favor.

So you remember it.

Gentlemen—good evening, everyone.

Good job, Angiolè. Good job. This is because we talked.

You gave us your word— What the fuck do you have in your head?

And now how do we feed our families?

My wife's about to have a baby.

What do you want? What are you doing here?

I changed my mind.

Too late.

You need me.

I'm the only one who can pull this off.

Do what you have to do and the gambling den is yours again.

The gambling den isn't enough for me anymore.

I want a share of the shipment.

I don't get it—what did you say?

That's not transit merchandise.

Unloading that stuff means

bringing French heroin into Naples for the first time.

I understood that right away.

Or do you think I'm stupid, counselor?

You know how much risk is in this.

And if I'm risking a lot,

then I need to earn a lot too.

How much?

-Thirty percent. -Ten percent.

Twenty percent. Take it or leave it.

Excuse me, counselor.

Fourth minute of play at Naples' San Paolo stadium,

the home side leading Torino 1-0,

thanks to a goal scored by Savoldi in the first half...

putting on a display of technical, gritty football.

The second half begins with one change for Torino:

Santin comes on in place of Salvadori,

to add more drive down the left flank

for the Granata.

And right away an opportunity for the away side...

Where did that ball come from?

What the hell are you doing?

You can't do anything to us—we're minors!

You can't be here!

Guys, let's make goals!

-What are we doing? -We're playing.

Let's play this match!

Come here.

Here.

Toni!

Guys, let's go!

We're not playing anymore?

Why did they leave?

We were having fun.

Let's go listen to the matches—come on.

You and your boys did good, but we're not finished yet.

-Tresette, move it! -Let's go, guys.

All good, Angiolè— we're done.

You did a great job, Angiolè.

You guys were...

Tomorrow morning our men leave for deliveries—et voilà!

We'll leave a couple of ours to watch the place all night.

Now we just need to lay low a bit,

before this stuff floods the market.

Then we'll eat the world.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me:

the new public housing units will be available soon.

Just know we're doing everything we can

to clear the waiting lists.

Yeah?

Don't worry.

-Don Nico', good morning. -Angelo.

So—this is the new master plan.

The apartments already have running water.

I'll note everything down, so we can report it...

Come in.

So, Angiolè...

what can we do for you?

Today I've got the chance for our neighborhood...

where we were born and raised...

to rise back up.

To become a vault full of money.

And that would be a good thing for our people, right?

For us who work, for you who keep the books.

I've got an instinctive sympathy for you, Angiolè.

I won't hide it.

But I still don't understand what you're asking me—exactly.

Friendship.

Protection.

And the best way to make the money grow...

because in your hands, I'm sure, it'll grow ten, fifteen times over.

And I'm asking for discretion too,

because for now the source of the profits can't be known.

Look, Angiolè...

my aunt raised me above all to value family.

And that feeling naturally extends to where we come from...

which to us is home.

So it matters above everything,

especially if we can help it grow.

So if that's why you're here,

we're listening.

Talk.

If you put a bit of peppermint inside bergamot,

the scent turns bittersweet.

But if you add lavender—no, because that dulls it.

Like this, though—it's delicate,

but intense.

Trust me, Immà...

I know perfumes.

Come here.

Smell.

-Oh my God, it's amazing! -Told you.

Wanna see something?

Show me.

Look!

-You shaved? -It's called progress, Imma.

In London, in Milan— Everyone does it now.

And not just there.

Here too!

So—what were you telling me before?

Nothing… it's just that he's got something special.

He even told me that in twenty years, when I come back from America,

he'll book a whole restaurant just for us.

-What's his name? -Pietro.

Pietro...

Biblical name.

The kid's probably tough,

but whatever his name is,

he smells like someone who wants to ruin your life.

Like only men know how.

So?

You like it?

-Huh? -You're gorgeous.

Next time you'll do it too.

You're so handsome, my Lelluccio.

Nico'—you're back.

What the fuck did you do to yourself?

Why… you don't like it?

You look like a street whore.

And you're my woman.

We're going out to celebrate our anniversary, aren't we?

Let go!

Stop! Let her go! Let her go—you'll kill her!

Let her go!

-Let her go! -Oh!

You want a beating too, like your slut of a girlfriend?

Because if I go home

with your handprint on my face,

I'll tell my father

and I'll raise hell.

It's okay, Imma. Go.

Mom! Dad!

Mom!

-Dad! -Imma.

What happened?

Nicola Varriale beat Annalisa like an animal...

if I hadn't been there, he would've killed her! We have to do something!

-Let's go help her! -There's nothing we can do.

Why not?

Why, Mom?

Varriale's aunt handles everyone's money in this city,

and she has no children— Nicola is like her own.

If we go against her, no one will listen to us.

-In fact, we're finished. -So what can she do?

She can make us close the shop. That's what she can do.

So it's true...

we don't own our choices or our lives.

We're slaves too.

That's what you're telling me?

And that's why you can't get distracted.

Do you realize how lucky you are?

My love...

your intelligence, your talent, your voice...

Whatever happens in the neighborhood, let it slide off you.

And the people you meet here— Forget them fast.

Think about yourself.

So I'd only save myself, leaving everyone else behind.

And I'm not made like that.

You'd save everyone instead.

You'd show the world how far someone from here can go.

Mom's right.

You'll show the whole neighborhood

that if you really want it, you can make it...

that there's room for us in the world too, you hear me, Dad?

I'm sorry, Dad.

My place is here.

Goddamn it! This thing won't turn on.

-It's fucking freezing in here! -Jesus, yeah, Toni.

It's so cold!

-We gotta wait much longer? -A bit more.

Just to be safe.

Someone's coming.

They stole the fucking shipment!

We're fucked!

Get out there right now and find out who the fuck did it!

-You understand? -Yeah, I understand.

It's true—I told you. They stole the stuff.

'O Santo was there.

The stuff they took— You sure where they put it?

Yeah.

If 'O Santo sells the load without us, we're fucked, guys.

And they'll pin it on us,

we'll lose Corrado Arena's friendship

and we'll set Don Antonio on us.

Then we're caught between two fires, and we're fucked.

Those bastards want to screw us.

So what do we do?

There's only one thing to do— And we have to do it together.

We have to get into that warehouse and make the shipment disappear.

Yeah, but how?

Behind the warehouse I saw there's a little window.

But it's high...

and it's small.

-How small? -Real small.

Like… only a kid could fit through.

I'm not fitting through there.

Ci', gimme a cigarette.

-You think I'm a tobacco shop? -Man, fuck off!

You smoked the whole pack!

-Guys— -What?

You got a cigarette?

There's at least seven...

all armed.

Fucariè—can you do it?

-Answer me! -Yeah. I can do it.

Fucariè, when you get in there,

you have to press this.

You've got 60 seconds to get out. Count in your head.

-Not one, two— -How then?

You go “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two...” Got it?

Okay.

Go.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

Careful, Fucariè.

Go.

Let's hope nobody comes.

Alright...

One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three,

one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five,

one-thousand-six, one-thousand-seven,

one-thousand-eight...

Fucariè!

Fucariello! Fucariello!

-Help him, Angiolè! -I've got him.

Please, Angiolè!

Fucariè, can you hear me? Fucariè!

Wake up, Fucariè—wake up! Fucariè, wake up!

You hear me? Fucariè!

Fucariè!

Fucariè, you hear me?

You hear me?

Where are you going, you piece of shit?

Fucariè!

Sorry, Don Angelo—I slipped.

-You were great, Fucariè. -Thanks.

So? What now?

He can't know it was us.

'O Santo thinks we bought the story about the shipment being stolen.

Now we just wait. We have to be ready.

Now go to sleep—go on.

Night, guys!

Night, Angiolè!

I just want to know who did it.

Angelo...

Angelo 'A Sirena.

We are disciples of the camorra.

We live with humility and pursue peace, following sound principles.

I swear on my honor

to be faithful to the Honored Society of Equals,

as the Honored Society of Equals is faithful to me.

We command life and death.

And the signature on this pact cannot be erased.

It is made only with my blood.

And I will share success, misery, and every misfortune.

And only with my blood can it be washed away.

-Who did you belong to, Miche'? -The Villas.

-Fortunato, and you? -I belonged to Corrado Arena.

I belong to nobody.

Today...

March 10th, 1977...

three new disciples of the camorra

embrace in Poggioreale prison

in a solemn oath.

To me, only one person had the balls to pull something like this off.

How can I trust you again?

Angiolè!