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l KlSS THE HAND

Adapted from the novel by
Vittorio Schiraldi

Don't worry - l'll be back soon.

Stefano, l don't want you to go...

l'm afraid.

Get dressed; you'll be cold.

Stefano, can't you at least tell me
who it is you are going to see?

Bring me my trousers.

Now, put them on.

- Me?
- You heard me; put them on.

Come on.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Stefano, l don't understand.
What do you mean?

Come on, look at yourself.

- Take a look, do you like yourself?
- No, l don't.

Why did you want me to put them on?
They don't fit me.

Exactly. They don't fit you because
they're mine.

l'm the one who wears the trousers
in this family,

and l don't ever want to see you wearing
them again. Now go back to bed.

But you...

No questions, okay?

Stefano Ferrante!

Where is your husband, Signora Ferrante?

l don't know.

He didn't tell you where he was
going last night?

He had an appointment with someone.
Who was it?

My husband doesn't tell me where he's going,
or what he's going to do.

He says his affairs are men's business.

Yes, of course, ''men's business''.

Do you have any idea why we've
brought you here, Signora?

No, l don't.

Why did you bring me here?

Where is my husband?

- Where is my husband?
- l don't need to explain that to you.

You know as well as l do!

Otherwise, why the hell would you
be wearing black?

No!

No! Stefano!

Let me go! Let me go!

Get her out of here.

You're sick!

You want something to take a picture of?
Take a picture of this! This!

Gaspare Ardizzone... who does he work for?

Bileggi. He works for Don Santino Bileggi.

- You know him?
- You've met him before.

You don't remember him?
He was at Stefano's wedding.

The one with black hair.
They call him 'The Tunisian'. The Tunisian...

''The Tunisian''...

- Where are my sons?
- Waiting. Should l call Masino?

No, not him.

- Can l say something?
- What is it?

lt's not just about one thing,
Don Angelino...

Don Angelino!

Don Angelino...
they murdered my husband!

They killed him like...
like... a dog in the street!

l asked him so many times
to sell that land.

''Let's just sell it,'' l said,
and he replied:

''No! They can't hurt me!

''They know very well that l am the son
of Don Angelino Ferrante!''

And instead, they murdered him!

They murdered the son of
Don Angelino Ferrante!

Tell your son, Masino, to take her home,
and to protect her as if she were my daughter.

That's good. Please, Don Angelino,
now one with the whole family.

Sure.

Masini, come on.

That's good.

Thank you. That's enough.

Wait! Take one of us two.

Smile!

- My friend, greetings.
- Don Angelino, how are you?

Thank you for coming,
and also for bringing my son.

You know, Angelino, America is far away,
but friends are always nearby.

And sons, Angelino, are better
than all the others.

- You want a cigar? No?
- No, thanks, l don't smoke them.

They are too big.
l prefer common stuff.

Dad, you should think about coming to America.
You could accomplish great things there.

Business, you know?.

Didn't you hear what Palazzolo said?
America is too far away.

Maybe Don Emilio Grisanti will be
interested in your proposals.

- Talk to him.
- ls it to do with making money?!

Don Grisanti, my proposals always have
something to do with making money.

Luciano, nobody makes money.
They take it.

Well said, Angelino. You take it!

- Hey, Massimo, when are you getting married?
- Who knows?

Come on! You're too serious,
not like your brother Stefano.

Look at all these gorgeous girls.

Watch out - women are beautiful,
but dangerous.

Go away, Toto.
Go and annoy some women, go on!

- Sniff, sniff... can you smell
this nice perfume? - Stop it!

- What does it make you think of? - That you've
been touching your bitch of a sister's pussy!

- Give this to Don Angelino, while it's nice and hot.
- Don't worry, it won't get cold.

Bravo, bravo! My complements to the chef.

Three cheers for the chef!

He is intelligent, decent and is full of love
and respect!

The first mouthful is always for the
most important person, yes?

You're right to respect the
hierarchy, Luca...

especially when you have fish to grill.

What's the matter?
The cook doesn't want to talk?

And what about me? When am l gonna get
to eat some of this fish, Luca?

You're not going to eat any of my fish,
Gaspare Ardizzone.

- lt wouldn't be healthy for you.
- Are you sure about that?

l said, it wouldn't be healthy for you.

Well, if you say it would be unhealthy for me,
then l won't eat it.

l always respect the opinions of friends,
you know, Luca?

And that's why, when l have fish to grill, Luca,
you'll always be welcome.

Remember that, Luca.
My best wishes to the newlyweds.

Age, Angelino... age.

l always seem to feel cold lately.
You understand?

Only young people never feel the cold, Santino.
That's because they have hot blood.

The young today are too-hot headed, Angelino,
that's the real problem.

Boys will be boys.

Do you want a glass of wine?

To our health, Santino.
We need it.

The young today are too hot-headed,
that's the real problem.

We all know Gaspare Ardizzone...

anyway... it's Bileggi's company that is buying
up the entire area for building lots.

A business we didn't mind until
yesterday.

But we don't know if it was Don Santino himself,
who wanted to get his hands on Stefano's land.

Therefore, l suggest caution.

l think that we should try
to negotiate with...

- the Grisanti family, before we
start a war. - Bullshit!

You've been living in America for too long -
you're forgotten how things work here!

Billegi, Ardizzone, are one and the same.
They don't make deals with anybody.

This has nothing to do with Billegi.
Absolutely nothing.

All the more reason we should
negotiate with them.

Sure, and how many of us will get our
heads cut off, while you negotiate with Grisanti?

lf you're trying to push me into
proving l'm not a coward...

l'm going to take care of this
Ardizzone personally.

You don't have to prove anything.
My sons aren't afraid of anything or anyone.

lf they were, they wouldn't be my sons.

ln any case, l have already decided
how we will proceed.

There's to be no petty squabbling.

We Ferrantes don't have to wage war
on this... this Ardizzone.

lt's not worth it.

The funeral takes place tomorrow.
Right after that, you go to New York.

You visit Billegi in the hospital.
You talk to him.

He's the one who has to settle this.

You take care of the funeral. l don't want a
lot of flowers, just those from the family.

Make sure you invite all his friends and,
most importantly, Luca,

until we get an answer from
Don Santino,

l don't want any bloodshed,
is that clear? Tell the others.

- You really won't eat anything?
- l'm not hungry.

- Are you on a diet?
- l'm just not hungry, Gaspare.

Neither am l!

- Are you worried about something,
Gaspare? - Me, worried!?

You still need to get to know your
husband better! Me, worried!?

The one who should be worrying
now is Don Angelino!

He and his family should be
really afraid!

Don Santino Billegi should also
be very worried.

But instead, he's mad at me.

He's only a sick old man.
He's sick and very old.

He should be taking care of himself, because when
you're old and sick, you could die any minute.

lnstead, he thinks he can take care of me!

Another one who thought he could take care of me
was Stefano Ferrante. And do you know what he said?

That we should respect him, because he
was the son of Don Angelino.

Big fucking deal!

Tomorrow we're supposed to respect the son of Stefano,
because he's the grandson of Don Angelino?

Who the hell does he think he is,
this Don Angelino Ferrante?

The monarchy is over! Finished!

And yet the little bastard thought he
could laugh in my face!

''l'm the son of Don Angelino!''

Do you know what Don Angelino means to me?
Nothing! That's what he means!

Where are you going?

What are you afraid of?
Come back here!

l'm your husband.

What do you want from me?

l want you to undress.

You don't agree, right?

No...

We know who did it, and if we knock
off Ardizzone, they'll know why.

We don't have to answer to anybody.

lf you or any one of my sons
does something stupid...

then you'll have to answer to me,
because it'll be done in my name.

- Things are different now...
- Nothing is different!

That's how it always was,
and it will continue to be so,

because otherwise, people will lose
any sense of discipline and respect!

Remember my words, because someday you're
gonna have to teach them to others.

Don Angelino, l'm at your service.
lf you need anything, l will arrange it.

Please ensure my son's grave
has fresh flowers on it.

You mustn't ever cry.
Don't ever let anyone feel pity for you.

l know.

lt's time you went to the funeral.

And what about you?
Aren't you going?

No.

Others will have to mourn the
death of my son.

Don't worry. See you in New York -
try to relax.

- Are you leaving?
- Yes. Why aren't you coming with us?

lt's unbearable here now.

Remember what Palazzolo said?

America is so far away...

and as people get older, the ocean
gets wider. There's no end to it.

Stay away from that stuff.

lt's not good for you.
And don't worry so much about money.

lt's nothing... but pieces of dirty paper.

- Someone seems to be following us.
- l see them; don't worry.

They're Ardizzone's people.

Next time l'll kill you, you bastards!
And you can tell your boss...

Luca Ferrante doesn't want you
breaking his balls any more!

Why don't you tell him yourself,
or can you only fry fish?

l don't talk to Gaspare Ardizzone...

but if somebody runs into him, they should
tell him that l'll be looking for him.

And what will you do when
you find him?

When l find him, Gaspare Ardizzone
is a dead man!

And what if you die first?

Gaspare Ardizzone, if anybody's going
to get it, it's going to be you.

l'll put a nice round hole,
right here.

OK... very well.

lf that's the way you want it,
we'll see you later.

Not bad...
Come on, let's get out of here.

l like your style, Masino D'Amico.

Where did you say you were going
to put that hole?

Right here.

Signora Ferrante!

- Could you do me a favour, please?
- Who are you? What do you want?

Signora Ferrante, don't worry -
l'm a friend.

Don't be afraid, Signora Ferrante.
l just want to talk to you.

Leave me alone, please!
l don't have anything to say to anybody!

- Signora Ferrante...
- No, let me be!

- Please leave me alone!
- l just want to talk to you.

But you don't understand!
Nobody wants to hurt you. Really!

Go away now, let me be!

Mariuccia, what's wrong?
lt's me, open up!

- No! Go away, please!
- Open up.

But it's me, Masino.

What's going on?

They want to kidnap me.

lsn't it enough that they murdered
my husband?

Now they want to get me, too -
and what are you people doing about it?

Nothing. Nothing! That's what!

You sit around on your asses
and gossip like old ladies!

You, Don Angelino, everyone!
What are you waiting for?

You were supposed to have been
Stefano's best friend.

- Easy, easy. Calm down, please.
- No, l will not calm down!

Why should l?

You were his best friend, and now...?
What are you doing?

- Nothing! You're all cowards. Cowards!
- Calm down. Take it easy!

l'm scared, l'm so scared.

Don't cry, don't be afraid of anything.
l'm here with you now. Calm down.

Nobody helps me. l'm alone.
l'm totally alone, without Stefano.

l'll take care of that bastard
who killed your husband.

l swear: l'll get him.

Don't touch me! What do you want from me?
Why are you here?

- Did my father-in-law send you?
- Do you want to run to him?

Would that make you feel better?

No, l want to stay here...

in my own house.

Well, then - keep the door locked and
don't open it to anyone.

l'll be in touch. And remember:
they're just trying to scare you.

Yes.

Wait...

You won't leave me, will you?

No, l won't leave you.

So, you don't understand any more,
right?

Something strange is going on,
and my father doesn't like it.

And he says that you wouldn't like it
either, Don Santino.

And what else does your father say?

My father says that today, there are some
who have forgotten about respect...

both for him, and for you. There are some who
are crying and some who are laughing...

and those who are crying,
don't have to cry forever...

and those who are laughing,
must not laugh forever.

Do you understand me, Don Santino?

He feels that this is a matter
for you to settle.

l see...
and you?

You don't understand any more, right?
But do you have anything to say, Luciano?

- l say what my father says, Don Santino.
- But what do you think?

l do not think, Don Santino.

There is no question about it...

these are strange times.
Strange things happen.

Young people don't have respect any more.

They are impulsive and take matters
into their own hands...

and they're convinced that they
are always right.

Sometimes they kill...
and sometimes they get killed. That's life.

Unfortunately, it is always the old men
who have to sort things out...

and save the situation.

Maybe, because they are old, they have
cold hands... and so they can't get burnt.

Tell Don Angelino that a suffering father,
an old man like him, who...

is addressing another old man like me,
will always find a friend in me.

And a friend always knows what
he has to do.

Tell your father that,
if there's a thorn hurting him,

these hands of mine are still
able to remove it.

And it'd be just as though he'd
removed it himself...

because these hands, which help him,
have always been like his own hands.

Tell him that l'll come to Palermo.

l never liked the mice playing
in my home.

l'm going to call Nicolosi and arrange
the move straight away, today.

- Then the best thing would be to take
it slowly. - ''Take it slowly''?

You might just as well say ''be afraid''.

And when a man is afraid,
it's time for him to bow out...

and then the Ardizzones of the world
can take over.

- Can l help you, Don Santino?
- No, thank you. l'm quite capable.

- Where's Piero Nicolosi?
- He had a sudden attack of appendicitis...

so l thought it would be better for him to stay
at home in Sferracavallo and relax.

We'll go there right away.
Did you have a good trip?

Yes, thank you.

This was an unexpected pleasure, Don Santino.
l wanted to surprise you, so l came myself.

Okay...

Ardizzone, is this the way to Sferracavallo?

This road is a little longer,
Don Santino, but it's safer.

That's strange; l had the impression
Nicolosi's house was on the coast...

Don't you like the country, Don Santino?

The fresh air is good for you,
especially when you've been sick.

Don't touch me.
l don't carry a gun now.

Have the others agreed to this,
Ardizzone?

No, they don't know anything.

l'm the one who decided to kill you,
Don Santino.

Why, what's wrong?

Let's get a move on then, quickly!

That way.

Over there.

Up against the wall.

Gaspare Ardizzone!

Do you know how cowards kill people?

They shoot them in the back!

l'm not late, l'm pregnant...
that's all there is to it.

You and Stefano...?

With Stefano, it never happened.

With you, it has.
Children aren't born on command.

- What makes you so sure?
- What?

That kids only show up when
they want to.

What's that supposed to mean?

lt means: l don't want a kid.

And there's no reason we have
to have it.

No, please. Don't ask me to do
something like that, Masino. l couldn't.

Okay, so what do we do?
What do you suggest, eh?

l will go to Don Angelino and
l'll tell him:

''Me and Mariuccia...
you remember her?

''The widow of Stefano,
yes, that guy they murdered.

''We're going to get hitched.
l like her so much, l knocked her up.

''You're a generous man, so l know you'll
understand, Don Angelino!

''Sure, l know l was only supposed to look
after her, but what do you want from me?

''The flesh is weak. Right?

''And besides,
since l was Stefano's best friend,

''it's kind of like keeping it in the family...''

- Stop it, please. You don't know what you're saying.
- l know exactly what l'm saying.

l just can't do something like that
to Don Angelino.

- l'd rather kill myself first!
- No! Please don't talk like that. You're scaring me.

l don't want to lose you,
but don't ask me to do something so awful.

Please, l beg you...
Listen, we still have plenty of time.

We'll think of something.

Please... wait here.

A boy brought it here.

- lt must be a joke.
- lt's no joke.

- Then it must be a mistake.
- No, it's not a mistake!

The boy said, ''This is for Signora Ferrante,''
and that's me!

Don't you know what it means?
Stefano told me once...

You know who they give these things to?
Whores! Like me!

- That's what it means!
- lt doesn't mean anything...

they just want to scare you.

Okay, but only on one condition...

l don't want your Ardizzone sitting
at our table.

He has no business representing
Don Santino Bileggi.

Agreed?

Now he's got Bileggi, too.

That means our friends were right
when they said...

that they saw Don Santino
at the airport a week ago.

What did Grisanti say?

Piero Nicolosi wants him to get the heads
of all the big families together...

four days from now.
Understand?

They'll be there?

Yes, all the heads of the clans.

Nicolosi wants Ardizzone
recognised as a capo.

Grisanti must have had something
to say about that?!

He didn't say anything.

- When is Massimo planning to leave?
- Not for a while.

l want to see him.

- So, are you leaving?
- Yes.

Massimo...

you want to do me a favor?
Don't go to America with Luciano.

- Why? You don't need me here.
- A father always needs his sons.

That's not true.
l'm no use to you here, father.

You have Luca, Masina, D'Amico.
They're the ones you rely on.

Massimo, don't go to America with Luciano.

Why not?

America is like a disease; it's catching.

Your brother Luciano was never
like that before.

America has changed him.
l don't even recognize him any more.

When you go to America,
you'll change, too.

You'll catch the sickness.
Don't go.

lf you want to take a break,
go to Africa, to Portofino,

to Puerto Rico, Japan, wherever...
But don't go to America, Massimo.

But what's wrong with America?
Nothing.

Why can't you understand that l'm
different from the rest of you?

Look at me, father.
l'm 20 years old... 20.

l don't want to spend the rest of my life
trying to avoid being gunned down.

Don't you realise that there are people in the
world who are perfectly happy without guns?

Then, either they've learned to kill
without a gun,

or else they've accepted that every day of
their lives could be their last.

Killing...

you taught all the others what they
wanted to know, but what's left for me?

l am the son of a Mafioso,
which means l have to stick around here...

and participate in these ridiculous
councils of war,

- with all the talk of murder,
revenge, punishment... - Justice!

What justice?

Everybody who chooses to live outside
the law is nothing buit a criminal.

Don't talk to me about good mafiosi
and bad mafiosi...

you're all rotten.

Sorry, but don't forget that you were the one
who wanted me to have an education.

Get out of my house.

Friends, before we begin today,
l'd like to tell you something.

As you all know,
someone is missing today.

A man who couldn't be with us.

Don Santino Bileggi
was an honourable man,

a man whom we all loved and respected,

and a good friend to us all.
May he rest in peace.

Gentlemen,
l'll now hand over to Piero Nicolosi,

who who was very close to
Don Santino,

and who is going to say a few personal
words about him.

Friends, l loved Don Santino...

and if he wanted me to be his
consigliori,

it was because he knew that if
anything ever happened,

l would be able to find a solution...

that would be fair and honourable
for our family.

For years, l saw Don Santino
fight like a lion,

but one day l saw that old lion crawl into the
corner of his cage, and go to sleep.

And a hunter cannot miss a sleeping lion.

When we buried that lion,
we were burying one...

that not even a mouse could be
afraid of any more.

However, the Bileggi family has now
found a worthy successor:

a fighter, a watch dog that bites,
instead of just barking.

He is a decent man,
without fear or compromise.

Just like Don Santino himself,
before the poor man 'went to sleep'...

You all know this man...

it would be impossible to keep him
outside of our group forever.

Gentlemen, l'm talking about
Gaspare Ardizzone!

l know he's still young, but l'm sure he'll
make a good head of family,

because l promise you, l'll be on his side to prevent him
from making those mistakes so typical of young people.

Don Emilio Grisanti, l'm finished.

lf anyone has anything to say,
let them speak up now. Then we'll vote.

Piero Nicolosi is right.

Dirty linen should be washed at home...

and in each family you can find someone
willing to get his hands dirty.

A shitty man produces shit and there are
always people bound to pick it up.

But l can assure Piero Nicolosi...

that none of us are willing to help him.

So, Nicolosi can wash Gaspare Ardizzone's
filthy rags by himself!

Don Angelino Ferrante,
l won't tolerate this kind of insult!

l'm not done yet!
Piero Nicolosi was right...

he said that Don Santino Bileggi
was just an old lion,

who had crept into the corner
of his cage to sleep.

But who put him in that cage?

He did! And all the others like him!

People who took advantage of the
head of family's power...

and pretended to be good attendants,
as long as it suited their interests,

and later sold themselves to the
highest bidder.

When my son Stefano was killed,

l didn't go out looking for revenge,
l didn't retaliate.

l kept on behaving respectfully.

l trusted all of you, and l kept on
believing in our code of honor.

l only asked Don Santino Bileggi
to come here...

to rectify this wrong,
in order to avoid a war.

He understood this very well,

and this is the reason why he was killed by this
same man, who now wants to sit here among us.

l believe that every nation,
every family, has the leader they deserve,

and this is none of our business.

lf it suits Piero Nicolosi to have a leader
that he can train and guide,

a leader that's no real leader,
that's his business, not ours.

But remember! Don Santino Bileggi
was killed exactly because...

someone like Gaspare Ardizzone wanted
to take his place and power.

Allow him to be the capo and you allow...

every thieving, lying, stealing bastard...

to stab you in the back for
a seat in this council.

Recognise Gaspare Ardizzone,
and the day will come...

when there won't be any more families.

When a gathering like this will
be impossible.

And you won't be able to trust
even your closest friends.

There won't be any friends,
or friends among friends.

There won't be any laws and men
won't live long enough to...

hang on to power, or to hand it on
to their offspring.

Recognize Gaspare Ardizzone,
and each of you will be like him,

a Judas, ready to be bought for
just two cents.

Piero Nicolosi, tell your watch dog
not to tug at his leash too hard.

Tell him that Don Angelino Ferrante
is still a man of honour,

and then explain to him what that means.

Don Emilio Grisanti,
the decision of this council is final.

Whatever it is, both my friends and my
enemies know where to find me.

And from that moment on,
whoever has (gun) powder, shoots.

Gentlemen, it's time to start voting.

One moment, Don Emilio Grisanti...

just a moment.

Don't l also have the right
to say something?

l don't know many beautiful words,
and nobody ever taught me rhetoric...

or how to speak nicely.

The priests and the lawyers,
they know how to use words, not me.

That's because they are always trying to
screw women or ignorant people.

Don Angelino could have saved
himself a lot of trouble.

We don't need lectures or sermons here!

Here, we're not dealing in
wine and wafers.

Here, we're dealing in power,
and power means money, loot, cash, bucks!

And you know why?
Because money talks.

lt's the only thing that counts.
All the rest is just bullshit!

And all the nice talk which
you spout here,

about honour and justice,

about philosophy and science,
about friendship and life...

how much do these things cost?
Well, how much?

A thousand? Ten thousand?
One hundred thousand? A million?

l buy them! That's power.
There is nothing in this world you can't buy.

lf in this world you could live on air alone,
there would still be corpses all over the place.

You know why? Because those with larger lungs
would screw those with smaller ones.

So Don Angelino doesn't want to recognize me?
Gaspare Ardizzone doesn't give a shit!

Don Emilio Grisanti, you're in charge here,
and yet you don't say a thing.

You have nothing to lose,
so why not tell your friends about...

how you're connected with
Luciano Ferrante and Frank Palazzolo?

Because they in America need
what we have...

They need our land,
our docks and boats,

our trucks, drugs, all sorts of things!

They need what we have.

Don Emilio Grisante, why don't you tell them
that even Luciano Ferrante says...

that as far as his father's concerned, he doesn't care
what happens to him! He thinks like we do.

He knows that you and l have connections,

but he doesn't give a shit,
because it's money that counts!

Nothing to say, Don Emilio Grisanti?
Aren't you going to tell your friends the truth?

What Gaspare says is true,

but l've got a duty to remain neutral here,
for this council.

Let those who are in favour of recognising,
in every respect,

our friend Gaspare Ardizzone as capo
of his family, please stand up.

Don Emilio Grisanti...

if you don't mind, l'd like to do it
a little differently.

All those against me... stand up.

- You know what l asked Saint Rosalia?
- l can't imagine...

You never pray, do you?

Let's just say that it's been a
long time since l was at church.

l don't want to ask for anything,
even of God Almighty.

You know what, Mariuccia? lf l were
born again, l'd go and work.

l'd be a mechanic...
or perhaps a builder!

But you're not born again,
Masino D'Amico...

Who was it?

- Someone for you.
- l understood that, but who was it?

l don't know. A man.
He said, ''Tell Masino D'Amico...

''to go down to the bar on the corner...

''there's someone who wants to talk to him,''
and then he hung up.

No, don't worry, l'll be back.

Believe me, it's better like this.

Please, make yourself comfortable.
Don't worry, it's quiet here.

Nobody will bother us. Please...

Allow me to introduce myself -
my name is D'lppolito.

Come, there's no need to be distrustful.

Let's get to the point, Mr. D'lppolito.
You have something to say to me?

lndeed...

The friends who sent me are
very reasonable men...

and there are certain things
that they understand.

lf you ask me,
the most important thing in the world...

is for two young people to love each other,
and the rest will take care of itself.

But there are some people who think...

that the honour of a daughter-in-law is more
important than the life of a nice young man.

- Old-fashioned people, you understand?
- Get to the point, Mr. D'lppolito!

You know that piece of land
belonging to Stefano?

Well, we would like to buy it.
Palermo must expand, you understand?

lf you can convince your girlfriend
to sell it, everything can be resolved.

The world is big, you know,
and by the time Don Angelino finds out...

you could be far away,
living off the interest.

- How does this have to be done?
- lf we agree, we can meet tomorrow morning,

at 10 with the lady and then
we'll go to the notary,

who has had everything prepared;
she just needs to sign it.

You take the money.
And that's it.

l guarantee you that nobody will know
about the sale for at least a week.

By that time you can both be far away,
believe me.

Especially with 200 million.
200 million...

Call me in an hour,
l'll give you our answer.

Okay.

Do what they want.

l just can't go on living like this.

They didn't even want to leave us any time.

- They think we want to escape.
- Can't you understand? We need to escape anyway.

How would l hide this belly?
And what would happen afterwards?

Listen, let's go to my father-in-law
and tell him everything.

We've already talked about that.

lt's not a solution.
l'm not the prodigal son.

Masino, we'll give them what they want.

And then we'll leave here.
We could go to Africa...

- l want to get away from here.
- l'll get you something to drink.

- Don't go, stay with me.
- Don't worry, l'm not going to leave you.

We'll sell them the land and then
we'll have seven days.

l have to deal with Ardizzone, Mariuccia.

When that's over, we can explain everything
and they'll understand. You'll see.

Best wishes, signora, and good luck to you.

lf we could leave straight away,
l wouldn't even stop by home to take a hankerchief.

You'll see, we'll be able to leave soon.

Taxi! Taxi!

You know something?

l've never been in a taxi before.

- Can you believe that?
- That's the way it should be...

a young lady shouldn't go riding around
in cars driven by strangers!

Masino!

Give me a quiet room and then call
Don Angelino and tell him l'm here.

This way.

Where is my son?

He went to Pietro Gambara's place.
He told him to call me.

Let me go.

Please, l ask one last favor of you,
Don Angelino.

Luca...

You stay. Send someone else.

What do we do about the 'situation'?

You're my consigliori,
and you always know what to do, D'Amico.

Masino, why don't you go?

They left you alive, so that your
own family would kill you.

lt would be like you dying twice.

As if even your own father died...
and Don Angelino.

Masino, get out of here.

And where do you want me to go?

l can run, but after that?
What should l do?

- Spend all my life in hiding?
- Would you prefer that they kill you?

lf someone makes a mistake, they have to pay.
That's the way it'll always be.

Because when you've failed, the world then
becomes small... way too small..

Why did you have to do it, Masino? l always left
you free to do as you wanted, but not this.

Why don't you just tell them to come in?

Why don't you just tell them to kill me,
and get it over with?

- Thank you for not trying to run away.
- You know... l could never do that.

You might want to use that.

Now you can take him away.

Were ready.
And waiting for instructions.

Don't you think it might be better if they
went by themselves?

Why take the chance, Luca?

lt's something personal.

l know l can't stop you,
but you're the only one left now.

l'm sorry about my son...

You don't ever have to be
ashamed of your son!

Nobody is going to build anything
on my son's land... ever!

How many sugars, D'lppolito?

l...

- l asked, how many?
- One, thank you.

One, two and three.

Three is better... because perhaps
this coffee seems bitter to you?

Drink it - it's good.

Let's go.

But why have you brought me here?
What do you want?

- l didn't know that they were
going to kill him! - Keep going!

No, let me go!
What do you want?

Oh, no! No... Leave me alone.
l'm really not to blame.

My God! Let me go!

- Oh... God, please...
- Have you any kids?

l have two sons.

Tell me where Ardizzone is, D'lppolito,

otherwise, your kids will get a big shock
when your body's found.

Ardizzone? He'll kill me if l tell you!
And not just me!

- Where?
- No!

l've had enough of this.

Who does Don Angelino think
he's trying to scare?

Sabotage... D'lppolito bumped off
like a dirty freak.

Who's afraid of him, this Don Angelino?
What's this city turning into?

Korea, Vietnam!
Here, you can't get anything done.

This must end!
lt has to change!

lf l can give you some advice,
my friend, it might be best...

if you were to move to somewhere safer,
just for the time being.

So far, my family has remained neutral,

but maybe it would be possible
to talk to him?

No! lf you want to talk to anybody,
talk to the authorities,

not to Don Angelino! They're the ones who
should be doing something.

Don Angelino has kicked up too much dust,
got away with too much; he must go!

What's happened?!

And what are they doing, the courts,
the anti-mafia - sitting on their asses?!

Don Angelino must go into exile,
he is a dangerous man.

We must get rid of him.

He has to go as well!
He can make all this noise, he must go!

Go on, get lost.

Are you sure you don't want to come?

We'll be back in three days;
you could meet a lot of important people.

Better not, besides l already know those
important people. Any news from Palermo?

lt's a mess there:
everyone needs to calm down a bit.

- Do you think about Stefano?
- Sure, l think about him.

He was my brother and the one who killed him
will have to pay for it, sooner or later.

But you shouldn't provoke a war;
it requires more patience.

- Your father taught you that?
- You don't believe him, right?

Not here.
Maybe down there it would be useful,

because an honorable man is respected there.

Above all, there is still no social justice,

therefore they need men like him.

Here, it's respect and obedience that
gets you paid at the end of each month.

Here, people have learned to defend themselves,
while down there, they let someone else protect them.

And that's that.
l'm sorry that he's been exiled.

l'll return to Palermo now.

- Forget it, you're of no use there.
- lt doesn't matter.

- Now l have to say goodbye - l have a date.
- Do you have a girlfriend?

Not yet.

- My name is Carol.
- Massimo.

- Massimo, want to come to my place?
- Your place? Sure.

- Where is it?
- Where is what?

- Where have you left your car?
- l don't have a car.

You're crazy! l live at
least 30 blocks from here, you know!

- We'll take a taxi.
- They don't come by this way very often.

We might have to walk for miles before
we find one.

Hardly!

- Who told you that, anyway?
- You'll see!

- Riverside Drive.
- OK.

My father always said that we
young ones should stick together...

because we're like fingers on a hand.

When we were little, we'd go
to church, to take holy water.

At home we made a strange dish
which was called the ''Holy Dish''.

Then my father would get up whilst we
were still at the table,

and at this point he
would bless the whole family.

But at Christmas, it was different.

You know, at Christmas we never bought a tree.
Every year we had to steal one.

- But why?
- Why? lt was a privilege.

You see, it was your turn.
We all had to take our turns.

My father says that happiness
is difficult to gain,

that you have to grab it before
others notice,

otherwise they won't allow you to achieve it.
That's why we'd steal the tree.

You know something? l feel that... yes...
l like being with you very much.

You know that l'm not the girl
for you, right?

Who cares?
lt doesn't matter.

- So then, who is the right girl for me?
- Someone else.

lt's always someone else...

- And now will you manage to find a taxi?
- Of course! You know l'm lucky.

- Hey, man, gimme a couple of bucks.
- Sure...

Why do you want to go and pull a gun on me?
l only wanted a couple of bucks!

''l'm sorry that they're sending you away, and that you
have to leave the house and go so far from home.

''l'm also sorry about what happened to Mariuccia
and Masino, l'm sorry they died.

''Maybe they were in love...
and that's not a very good reason to die.

''Now that l think of it,
there aren't any good reasons to die,

''while there are a lot of good
reasons to live.

''People have been dying without reason
for too long in our family...

''or at least for reasons l can't
understand.

''lt's like we were all born with the smell
of death already in our nostrils.

''But you know what, Dad? l don't smell it.
Maybe that's because l'm different from all of you. ''

Massimo, come back home!

''l believe there must be more to life thanjust killing.
l told you that once already.

''New York is beautiful, but l will come back
soon to visit you. We'll stay together.

''You'll see how fast everything will be set right again,
and you'll be able to return home.

''l love you, even though l've never done
anything to show it.

''Maybe we should have spent more time talking.
Maybe there's still time. One of these days... ''

ls this your child?

lt's always an amazing thing.

And for tonight, get me some good stuff, OK?

OK, two girls, because you have to
make a good impression on your friends.

Don't worry, l'll take care of it.

- There's a present for you over there.
- A doll...?

The bank stands at 200,000...

- Bank.
- Bank.

The card, please.

- The bank now stands at 400,000.
- Bank. - 400,000.

Card... 7 to the bank, the bank wins.

Don't let it upset you, Luca -
it must mean you're lucky in love, eh?

You're right. That's a game l never lose at...
not tonight, either.

Why? You know where to find a good girl?
Anything for a friend?

- l always find something. But what do you want?
- Bank 600,000, bank 600,000!

lf l win, we'll stay a while,
and if not, we'll split.

9, the bank wins!

Bank 3,200,000.

Look at it this way, Luca:
fucking beats the hell out of getting fucked!

- Right? Shall we go?
- Okay, let's go.

Peppe!

l hope you don't mind if l bring
along some friends?

Cossimo, Peppino di Bella,
l would like you to meet Luca Ferrante.

There may not be enough girls for everyone.

Don't worry, we'll figure something out...

So, do as l told you...

Okay, okay, l heard you,
l'm coming.

This late? l was ready for bed.

Ah, so you want to go to bed?
Give me a little sniff of perfume!

- Hello, hello!
- Where are they?

l can't wait!

Come on, come on!

- So, here we are.
- Out of the way, boys - l'm in love!

- Hello.
- There's one chick too few, eh?

And what's the problem?

lt just means that two of us will have
to share, as long as they don't mind!

Come on, slowly!

What do you think l am?!

Slow down, behave yourself!

You're coming with me, miss.

Wait for me.

Tell me the truth:
you didn't come here for this, did you?

Luca Ferrante, come take a look at the view!

What's going on here?
What did you bring them here for?

Those aren't friends of yours,
are they?

Stay here.

What the?! Have you finished already?

Don't bust in on us, Luca.
Get lost!

- Don't worry, l just want my cigarettes.
- Well then, hurry up and get out!

Freeze!

Otherwise you're dead!

Are you crazy or something?
All this sex must have scrambled your brain!

Take your clothes out of the closet.
Hold it!

Another move and l'll blast
you to pieces!

Now, hands on your heads and
into the wardrobe!

lnto the wardrobe, you hear?

Don't get crazy, Luca.

The joke's on us. We've had a
good time, and now we'll leave.

Move it! Move!

- Move it.
- You dirty shit!

- Go on, get inside... everyone!
- Asshole!

Everyone in the wardrobe.

- You'll pay for this, you bastard.
- Shut up!

Luca Ferrante, we'll get you for this!
You bastard! You'll see!

You can get dressed now.
The show's over.

Corazzo, you can come up now.

Go!

Now, dig.

Fuck you!

Dig!

- Wait a minute! You're going to
kill us, right? - That depends...

Depends on what?
Why do you want to kill us, Luca?

You know who my family are...

and you know damn well what will happen
if something happens to me, right?

- l don't give a damn about your family. Go on.
- So what do you want from us?

l want to know where Gaspare Ardizzone is,
and you know.

Then you'd better kiss my ass, man!
Ardizzone will tear you apart.

And if he doesn't get you,
my brothers will!

Not even a miracle will save you.
Your only chance is to let us go now,

and hope that Don Angelino will
intercede for you!

lf you don't let us go, man,
then you're gonna get it,

- you're gonna get it good.
- OK, OK, maybe you're right...

Now l'll ask you boys, where is Ardizzone?
lf you don't tell me, you're finished.

He's all talk, it's all just empty talk.

He's just trying to scare us.

- This grave is for you three.
- l'll tell him where Ardizzone is!

Where is Ardizzone,
or shall l shoot you, too?

He's in a shack at Tommaso Natale,
near the quarry. He'll be there all day.

l'm supposed to meet him.
lf you want, l can take you there.

lf l don't, he might think that something's happened,
and that could be worse for you, Luca.

You see why it's best if you take me along with you?
Besides, you don't know the way...

Sure l do.

Are you sure he was telling the truth?

He told the truth.

Luca! Are you crazy? What's got into you?!
Do you realize what you've done?

You've violated the code!
The Grisanti family was neutral!

You had no right to kill them!

Forget the code; it's dead!
There isn't any more code.

There are no more rules, Nicola D'Amico.

Who respects the rules any more?
Perhaps those who killed Stefano?

Or those who drowned Mariuccia?
Have you forgotten your own son?

Don't you understand?
The code has us by the balls!

Cover them up.

Be careful: Luciano will be here before long.
l won't tell him anything about this...

until you return, but you must watch out;
you're all alone now.

- Corazza, has your baby been born yet?
- No, but the doctor said it'll be any day now.

- And Luchino?
- Did you know that he passed his exams this year?

lt'll be a shame if he isn't able
to continue his studies.

l want all my children to study.

So, they don't take after their father much, eh!?

Sometimes they ask me certain questions,
which l can't answer.

They want to know everything.
These kids want to know it all, everything.

There!

Get down!

Over here, Luca, kill him!

Kill the son of a bitch,
don't worry about me!

Gaspare Ardizzone! lf you kill him,
not even Christ himself can save you!

l'm gonna kill you, Ardizzone!

- Are they going to operate?
- Yes.

Ardizzone?

He's dead.

And Piero Nicolosi, too...

and another guy that was with them.

They're all out at the quarry...
in Tommaso Natale.

- And what about Pietro Corazza?
- They killed him.

l am glad that Gaspare Ardizzone is dead,

but you've thrown everything into chaos.

You shouldn't have done in
Toto Grisanti and his boys.

They had nothing to do with it;
they were neutral.

lt was a mistake to act on
your own like that.

Sorry, but it was the only way l could
get to Ardizzone. l had no other choice.

No! You had no right to do anything! Nothing!
You had no right to even think about it!

The only thing you're supposed
to do is nothing! Nothing!

You're like a gun, Luca,
but you shoot when l pull the trigger!

Only when l say so, understand?
Only when l tell you!

You shouldn't talk to me like that,
Luciano.

You should never talk to me like that!

What, do you think you can come here and
give me orders, act the boss?

You don't mean anything to me!
What the hell do you want, Luciano?!

l answer to no one,
except your father.

To your old man... and that's it.

My father isn't here now, but that
has nothing to do with it anyway!

Luca, you had no right to mess
with the Grisantis!

Luca, you had no right to mess
with the Grisantis!
They were my partners,
partners with great influence and power!

They were my partners,
partners with great influence and power!

The Grisantis were Ardizzone's partners,
and Ardizzone was the one...

who killed your brother,
but maybe you forgot about that...

or maybe you were one of them.

Stefano was my brother, you understand?!
He was my brother!

l'm sorry, l didn't mean it.

l was only thinking about the family...

lf l die, it's for them.

Luca, l'll forget what you just said,
but you'd better clear out for a while.

Things are getting heavy, very heavy.

Luca, l'm leaving tomorrow,
but our friends in New York will send someone.

Maybe it will be Palazzolo. He'll put someone he
can trust in charge of the Billegi family.

As for the Grisantis,
we'll have to smooth things over.

But you'd better get a change of scenery...
Disappear.

Keep out of trouble -
nobody will come after you...

and they'll forget about you.

Luca, this is very important.
We mustn't waste time.

l'm sorry, but l'm not going anywhere.
Not until Don Angelino tells me to.

New York is far away...

but here, he's still in charge...
at least as long as he's alive.

l'm sorry, Luca. Really sorry.

D'Amico, call Don Angelino...
and tell him what's happened.

Tell him to come quickly.
He's the only one who can resolve things.

Tell him to come quickly... quickly...

- How's Luca?
- lt's bad.

The Doctor says he may not be
able to operate.

- And Luciano?
- He left yesterday.

He said to tell you that he'll be in touch soon.
Somebody is coming from New York.

Maybe Frank Palazzolo....
maybe someone else.

Luciano shouldn't get mixed up in this mess,
even though he is my son.

lf you ask me, not even our friends in New York
should get mixed up in it, either.

The others don't think about anything other
than pedalling their merchandise.

lt's Luciano that should be minding
his own business!

- You want to go see Luca now?.
- Later. First l want to see Massimo.

Where is your son?

Over there.

Go to him.

Massimo...

Massimo was a good boy.

No... l'm here now.

Tonight, l want a gathering of
all the families...

that still remain in our area.
At my house.

ls the construction work begun by
Gaspare Ardizzone still shut down?

- No, they've started up again.
- On my son's land, too?

l'm not sure.

- On my son's land, too?!
- Forgive me, Don Angelino...

l would have preferred to die,
if there was any way l could have stopped it...

So those who gave their lives to prevent it
have died in vain?

That's not just a piece of land!

Take me there. l want to meet them
in person, man-to-man.

- But... - l said, take me there!
- What about the gathering?

There's no need for that...

any more.

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