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Shit.

-No! Please!
-Jeanette!

A burglar! A burglar!

-Jeanette!
-No! Please!

Jeanette! What's going on?

A burglar! A burglar! Help!

-Please.
-It's just Rosa.

-What?
-My daughter.

Oh.

-Hi!
-I'll be right back.

Okay.

I need the Rosa Elettrika keys.

-I'm glad to see you, too.
-I'll bring them back.

How serious is it?

Come on, Rosa, I'm an expert
at screwing things up.

-Tell me what happened.
-Just give me the keys!

I'm getting
seriously worried now.

You need money?

Can I help you?

Yes. Let's make a deal.

You didn't see me.
I'll take the Mustang.

-It belongs to Jeanette!
-But you paid for it.

Jeanette?

-Not this one. That one.
-Why?

What the hell...

This one's much cooler!

But I have the keys to this car.

You think you need a key
to steal a car?

I'm not stealing it.
I'm borrowing it.

Besides, it has a trunk.

What do we need a trunk for?

Hey! Open up!

I can't breathe! Open up!

Hey! Hey!

Fucking hell.

Esposito, check upstairs.

Yes.

Any idea where
she could be hiding?

Any friends
who could cover for her?

I don't know her that well.

-You know her.
-What? No, no...

-Aren't you friends?
-Friends? Well...

Didn't you talk to her recently?

No, ma'am.

All right. Make yourself useful,
go and check the other room.

We got here too late.

They're probably
miles away by now.

Sorry, but I warned you as soon
as I realized she had taken him.

The slightest doubt would
have been enough for me, madam.

I have a special liking
for doubts.

It drives my wife crazy.

Hm. I hoped to solve
the situation

before you got here.

And I hope
you may reappraise teamwork

before being transferred
to the flying squad. Hmm?

I want Mastronero's and Valera's
pictures on all newscasts.

Hey! Open up, will you?

-I know we've stopped! Open up.
-Hey.

I'll be right back. If someone
hears you, we're screwed. So?

-Quiet. I get it.
-Well done.

What the hell...

FUGITIVE ON THE RUN
WANTED BY THE POLICE

FUGITIVE ON THE RUN
WANTED BY THE POLICE

It's nice.

A bit expensive, but...

Most importantly,
it's too small.

Small?

Yes. Where shall we put
all your stuff?

When I come over on weekends?

Hmm...

When you move to my place.

Excuse me, Maya.
I need to make a quick call.

-Hm?
-Okay.

Hey.

-What are you doing here?
-I'm shopping.

-Shopping?
-Hm.

Here?

Fuck.

It's 230.

What's going on?

-Keep the change.
-Rosa?

Rosa?

Will you stop?

Hey, answer me! Rosa!

-What are you doing?
-What are you doing?

She's just a friend.
I was going to tell you.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, I don't need
to justify myself!

What do you want from me, Rosa?

What the fuck are you doing?

I just saw you on TV with
that animal I met at your house!

Do you hang out
with outlaws now?

Luca. Please.

Hey.

Open up!

You're such a bad driver!

I was dying in there.

-Come on, move!
-Move?

I'm the one
who should be pissed off!

We're on the run
and you stopped to chat

with your two-timing boyfriend!

While I was in the trunk!

Anything else?

I told you your boyfriend's
an asshole.

Calling me an animal?
He looks like a freaking hen!

We're both wanted.
Our faces are on every newscast.

You don't care?
All right. Lucky you.

I was expecting that.

We've been on the run
for quite a while.

Look at this place.

It's all burned down.

Fuck!

You take really good care
of this place, huh?

Like your house.

When did it burn down?

This way.

You act like a beggar,

but you have
a lot of money, huh?

This place is a wreck.

And your friends have
fancy cars, huh?

It belongs to my father.

-So does the car.
-Really?

What does he do for a living?

Wow! A guitar!

-A rocking cop!
-Hey!

-Hey!
-Don't you get

how serious this is?

Cut the crap. Stay focused.

Focused on what, exactly?

We need to be unrecognizable.

Go ahead. Hurry up.

Hey. Be quick.

Where are we going?

-Nowhere. You'll be hiding here.
-Nowhere?

Why the fuck
did you cut my braid?

What the hell...

-Can you pass me the towel?
-Here.

-What is this?
-Keep your hands to yourself.

Hm.

I look like a faggot.

What?

-Your eye.
-Even my eye?

Listen, you cut off my braid,
you shaved my beard.

You're overdoing it.

-Do you know how to put it on?
-No. It's my first time.

Put your hand down.

Okay. Open it. Open it.
Open your eye.

Wait. Gently. Gently.

Okay. Done.

-What the hell...?
-Yeah. Exactly.

-Let me see.
-How does it look?

Yes.
A bit less like David Bowie.

Who's that?

Forget it. A friend.

Here.

Hey.

-Hey.
-Hey.

There's just one number
on this phone.

Mine. You can only call me,
only if there's an emergency.

If you call anyone else,
you're dead.

If you screw up, you're dead.

-If you run away...
-Dead. Got it.

Give it to me.

At least tell me
where you're going.

I'll talk to the only person
who can help us.

The judge? D'Intrò?

Don't screw up. Okay?

Here.
At least you won't go nuts.

Hey.

You think I'm stupid?
You wanna keep me quiet?

-Huh?
-Forget it.

You can't show up empty-handed.

We need to give
something tangible to D'Intrò.

No need. It's his job.
He'll still protect you.

No one's ever gonna do something

for nothing.

You're lucky
'cause I'm not an idiot.

I have something for him.

You must tell him who I am,
who I really am.

Who are you?

Saro Incantalupo's son.

I'm not kidding. It's true.

You're the son of
the most wanted boss in Italy?

Yes. I even went to his house.

-You don't believe me?
-No.

But you're not sure.

'Cause you have to pee.

Give me the address.

I have it. Just not here.

You think I believe you?

You think D'Intrò
would believe you?

To convince him,

tell him that tomorrow

the bosses of
the Incantalupo clan will meet

at Lido Murena,
in Castel Volturno.

Nunzia Serafino
will be there too.

In fact,
she organized the meeting.

Do you know
who Nunzia Serafino is?

Yes, I know who she is.

Who is she?

The Councilor for Urban Planning
in Naples.

What about the Incantalupos?

You're
a nerd, but you're full of gaps.

Otherwise, you'd know that Saro
had a brother, who died.

And his brother
had a girlfriend.

-Nunzia Serafino.
-Exactly.

But they weren't married,

and no one knows
about their affair.

Except for the family members
who really count.

Such as...
Saro Incantalupo's son.

You're gonna pee in your pants.

All right.

Listen. Write down
the meeting details.

Names, address, time.

Uh...

Listen, you write it down.

I need to concentrate.

Go ahead.

Lido Murena.

In Castel Volturno.

What else?

Madam, she was seen at
a district secondhand market.

A '72 Ford Mustang.

They didn't get
the plate number,

but there shouldn't be many
in this area.

-I can look it up.
-There are two.

One is registered to...
Simone Ferraro.

And the other one to...

Jeanette Tucciarone.

Jeanette Tucciarone.

Fearless parents.

Check the internal
database and social media

-for any connection to Valera.
-Sure.

-Anyone want an espresso?
-No.

No sugar, glass cup, please.

Come with me.

This one?

-Hello?
-It's me.

Rosa, how are you? I was
so worried. Is the guy with you?

Ms. Reja came to my house,
looking for us.

We escaped
through the back door.

She's acting very strangely.

She told D'Intrò
a lot of bullshit.

I need to talk to D'Intrò.
I need his number.

D'Intrò is here.

At the Protection
Operational Unit?

-Yes.
-Can I talk to him?

He seized my desk and Reja
locked herself up in her office.

-What can I do?
-Okay. I have an idea.

Carli, the vending machine
isn't working.

Can you help? Thanks.

All right.

Hard-working people
in this unit.

Shall I answer?

Hello?

I don't understand.
He checked in yesterday

and it was fine.

You can't change his room.

The Prosecutor needs
a rug-free room.

-What's going on?
-One second.

Your hotel. There's a problem
with your room.

I'll talk to them.

-Hello?
-Sir?

It's Valera. The guy is with me.

I need to see you.

Oh.

In which room
do you want to move me?

State Road 9, km 26.

There's an abandoned water park.
I'll be waiting for you.

Alone. Just the two of us.

Why should I come?
You made a mistake, not me.

Shall I talk to them?

Listen. I believe someone's
trying to screw you over.

And me too.

I need help.

I'll get ready
and I'll be there.

Yes.

I want to
check it out personally.

You stay here.

-Call me if you have any news.
-All right.

Are you going out?

Walking helps me think.

-What about you?
-A minor issue with my hotel.

It can be fixed.

Have a nice walk.

Thank you.

What the hell!
You scared the shit out of me.

What are you doing here, huh?

You're a cutie!
Oh, my God, you smell awful!

Honey?
Can you turn this stuff off?

Yes! Coming!

Is something wrong, Officer?

That sweatshirt
with those pants.

You've been talking
the same bullshit for years.

Maybe it's because you fancy me?

Maybe because
it's the same sweatshirt.

Did you watch the news?

I don't follow mainstream media.

I know Rosa asked you for help.
Where did she go?

Rosa and I never see each other.

-She was seen in a '72 Mustang.
-I don't have one.

You registered it
in your girlfriend's name

to dodge the taxman.
Jeanette Tucciarone.

Jealous?

A name that
doesn't go unnoticed.

Either you tell me where
Rosa is, or I'll ask Jeanette.

I know she's here.

Or did you choose
to play that music?

I'm open,
I like to try things out.

I'm not made of marble like you.

Jeanette!

Rob's daughter
has stolen your car!

Is everything all right?

That's what
I'm trying to find out.

I need to know where she went.

No, I mean my car.

-Your car's fine.
-Oh.

Rosa ran off with a member
of the Camorra.

If I don't act quickly,
she'll be dead.

I'm sorry. We know nothing.

Valera, it's so hard for you
to care about your daughter.

Oh...

Take five minutes to check out

the penalty
for aiding and abetting.

She took the Rosa Elettrika
house keys.

For Christ's sake, Jeanette.

Are you hungry? Come here.

What shall I call you? Huh?

I'll call you Stinky,
since you smell really bad.

Another victim in Naples.

This morning,
the body of a young man,

connected to
the Incantalupo clan, was found.

-The 18-year-old Lorenzo Vanzi.
-No! Manomò!

The case is connected
to the murder

of the young Caterina Scurante.

The main suspect,
Daniele Mastronero,

is still on the run.

A statement was issued by Miriam
Scurante, the victim's cousin.

Caterina was killed twice.

By the monster who murdered her

and by the police
who let him get away.

Hello?

It's me.

I heard you on the radio.

I told you, you shouldn't trust
anyone except me.

It wasn't me. It was 'O Rosso.

'O Rosso happens to be dead,

so no one can confirm it.

Miriam,
believe me! I'm not a monster!

No, monsters
don't know what they're doing.

But you did.
You used me to get to my family.

That's not true, Miriam.

I love you. I really do.

You're a dead man.

Miriam, listen. Listen to me.

Calm down. Don't hang up.

Don't hang up! Damn it!

Where is it?
Where the fuck is it?

What the hell...

-Hello?
-Madam.

A '72 Mustang was spotted
on Provincial Road 9.

The description matches.

Does D'Intrò know?

He hasn't come
back yet. Should I call him?

I'll tell him.

Send me the position
and meet me there.

All right.

Your runaway look suits you.

There's a reason I ran away.

I'm quite sure that someone
inside the police force

sold Mastronero's location
to the people who want him dead.

The Scurantes
or the Incantalupos?

The Scurantes. I think.

"I think."
"I'm quite sure that..."

Valera, I played along.

I even came here, but I at least
expect you to be convinced!

You're right. I'm sorry.

At the monastery,
I stopped a man with a fake ID.

The same man was at the port

when I had to
deliver Mastronero.

So, I think...

I'm sure it was a trap.

Who could have told
the Scurantes

where to find Mastronero
if not one of our men?

That's a very serious allegation

against the whole
protection system.

No.
I'm only accusing one person.

Antonella Reja.

Antonella Reja?

I know. I also find it absurd.

I respect her.

I'm a police officer
thanks to her.

And now you're sure
she's corrupt.

Or do you "think"
or "are quite sure that"...

It's the only explanation.

She didn't want
to listen to my suspicions.

She knew that the escort car
intentionally got a flat tire

and she didn't tell anyone.

She came to my house last night,
looking for me. By herself.

Did she tell you? No.

And she assigned
this task to me,

knowing I'm young
and unexperienced.

She entrusted Mastronero to me.

Do you think
she wanted you to fail?

I don't want to fail.

I want to protect Mastronero.

He's a very important witness.

He's Saro Incantalupo's son.

-And he knows how to find him.
-Valera.

I've been hunting
Saro Incantalupo down

for 30 years.

I know the legend
of his secret son.

You know how many
of his supposed sons I've met?

Fourteen.

-Thirteen males and one female.
-It's him.

He gave me some information.

The Incantalupo bosses
are meeting tomorrow,

at Lido Murena,
in Castel Volturno.

We already know that.

We don't know
the details, but...

You want the details?

Here they are.

Councilor Nunzia Serafino.

She's the Incantalupos' contact
in Naples

and Saro's brother's
ex-girlfriend.

Sir. Mastronero knows a lot.

Don't tell me
it's not worth investigating.

Listen. You're young

and unexperienced.
But you're also very brave.

I don't want things to come
to a bad end.

You're just assuming things.

The fact is, you helped
a fugitive escape.

Oh, God.

If Reja is involved
with the Camorra,

she'll have wiped away
all evidence.

It'll be very easy
to make you look like a liar.

So what should I do?
Tell me, what should I do?

You have two options.

Go back with me,
tell me where Mastronero is,

and hope that this
will save your career.

Thanks to my indulgence.

Or?

I can cover for you
and grant you more time.

Bring me one piece of evidence.

Something that proves
Mastronero isn't lying,

that he really knows
how to get to Saro Incantalupo.

You'll be the officer
who allowed us

to capture a crime lord.

Then, you'll be able
to accuse Ms. Reja.

Do you believe the guy or not?

What if he's lying?

In that case, my indulgence
will be completely useless.

You need to make
a quick decision.

I don't have your number.

I want a daily update.

Valera!

Be careful.

Congratulations!
What a great job!

Valera called me.
She wanted to talk in private.

Do you see her? She ran away.
Why do you think she did?

Maybe because you got here
with lights and sirens.

Is this how you handle
the search for a fugitive?

If I had known Valera called,

I'd have handled
things differently.

I'm not obliged to inform you.

But you are obliged
to inform me.

Yet you didn't tell me you were
coming here. Isn't that so?

I didn't have the time.
We received a notice...

Just like you didn't have time

to go to
Valera's house yesterday,

before she fled. Am I wrong?

You're not on this case anymore.

Valera is one of
my subordinates.

Not anymore.

It's better for you too, Reja.

It's not a good time
to screw things up.

Your promotion
isn't official yet.

Am I right?

I'm sorry, Madam.
It's my fault.

I shouldn't have
turned on the siren.

The siren's not the problem.

Can you do me a favor?

-You've reached the voicemail...
-Fuck you!

Cocìss!
Where the fuck are you?

Unbelievable, huh?
Happy?

What are you gonna tell
your new hero now?

"D'Intrò is so intelligent...
And mysterious."

And he seems to think
you're special, right?

There's one thing I don't get.

Are you gonna call him "Daddy"
in the end?

Fuck off.

Cocìss! Hey! Cocìss!

-Hey! Where are you?
-Hey, babysitter.

-Why the fuck are you there?
-I'm picking mushrooms.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Your hideout sucks.
Your boss nabbed us.

What?

Your hideout isn't good.
Your boss... what's her name?

-Ms. Reja?
-Yes.

She found us.
But she didn't see me.

Got it now?

Thank goodness you have a phone
for emergencies.

If you'd have gotten
a good phone,

it wouldn't have broken.

-What? You broke the phone?
-It fell on the floor.

Well? What did D'Intrò say?

He wants proof
of Incantalupo's whereabouts.

-So he believes me.
-No. He believes me.

Then you believe me.

All right. I have proof.

And we can use it to find Saro.

-What does that mean?
-My mom's old phone.

With the pictures we made
the day we went there.

-Oh.
-You can see everything.

His house, him...

Everything.

Okay. Where is it?

-At my granny's house.
-Fine.

-In Naples.
-In Naples?

-Yes.
-Where everyone wants you dead?

What the hell! That's where
the proof is! It's not my fault!

-Fuck...
-Babysitter?

I told you, you can trust me.

What the fuck
shall we do? Damn...

Stinky!

Come here, boy! Oh! Here he is!

She's Rosa. A rocking cop.

-He stinks!
-That's why he's called Stinky.

-He's not coming with us.
-Are you out of your mind?

No, you're out of your mind.
We can't take a dog with us.

He'll help us out. Trust me.

It's all part
of our concealment.

Anyway,
I'm not leaving him here.

Wait here. Keep a look out.

This isn't like your dad's car.

How much did
the insurance pay you?

A bunch, huh?

What do you know?

It's obvious
it was set on fire on purpose.

It's obvious to me.

Plus,
your dad's cars, the villa...

It's not rocket science
to understand

you did some dodgy business.

I must teach you
and then set you free.

Move over.

Stinky!

Come here.

-Hey. Jesus! It's just a dog!
-Take him.

Go there.

Anyway, your dad's money
came in handy for you too.

-Right?
-Oh my God!

No? You're too dull,
a real bore.

You know nothing.

♪ You look so tired, unhappy ♪

♪ Bring down ♪

♪ The government ♪

♪ They don't ♪

♪ They don't speak for ♪

♪ Us ♪

♪ I'll take ♪

♪ A quiet life, a handshake ♪

♪ Of carbon monoxide
No alarms and ♪

♪ No surprises ♪

♪ No alarms and no surprises ♪

♪ Silent ♪

It still works.

No problem. Why are you nervous?

It's easy-peasy.

Just say
you didn't see anything.

So, you don't know anything.
No more questions.

What if they ask me
where you were?

What shall I say?

They'll ask me.

They'll just ask you if you
saw anything during the fire.

Aren't you sad
for the Rosa Elettrika?

Yes. I used to work there,
I built it myself, but...

sometimes you need to leave
things behind and move on.

We don't have a place
where we can play together, Dad.

Who cares?
We'll find another place.

What matters is that
we're together.

My Electric Rose, in the flesh.

My most precious little girl,
and her daddy.

Hug me,
like when you were a child.

Hug me and recharge me.

I'm fully charged!

Promise you won't say anything.
Or rather, let's make a deal.

You didn't see me.

Hm?

Will you play me something now?

Wait. Wait.

Good evening.

-Good evening.
-Can we come in?

Sure.

-Who's winning?
-The elephant.

He's bigger.

-Oh, hi.
-Hi.

Well? Are they ready?

Weren't they supposed to
be with me?

Oh, God, Carlo.
Friday is your day.

Do we always need to argue
about this?

Guys! Let's go!

Say bye to Dad.

Bye, little one.
Bye, honey.

As usual, huh?

What did you forget this time?

What the fuck! Come in, hurry!

I know. I'm sorry.

I need some IDs.

You're gonna give me
a heart attack sooner or later.

What IDs?

Excuse me,
while you're chatting...

can I take a shower?

The bathroom's over there.

Well? Did you talk to D'Intrò?
Has he got your back?

Yes. I think so.

I'm sorry.

Come.

That haircut suits you.

So...

Who do you want to be?

Giuditta Virilli from Foggia
or Maria Teodosio from Udine?

No idea. You decide.

Giuditta. It's cooler.

-Listen, Rosa.
-Hm?

Did I ever mention Linda to you?

The woman you left
your wife for?

Yes.
I never told you who she was.

Linda was a witness in a trial.

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

She was under my protection
for a year.

She asked to see her kids,

even though she couldn't,
obviously.

I was very attached to her.

I lost my clarity of thought
and granted it to her.

In the end, I got divorced
and she got killed.

Fuck, I'm sorry.

But I'm not
getting attached to him.

We all get attached, Rosa.

In different ways.

The truth is, this will be over.

I don't want you to spend
the rest of your nights...

eating junk food on the couch,

torturing yourself
for the choices you made.

I'm not doing it for him.

-It's the right thing to do.
-Are you sure?

Stinky?

You know what's good
about eating junk food?

-Cholesterol?
-No.

These lovely little toys
you find inside.

Can I wear this sweater?
The other one stinks.

Sure. It doesn't fit me anymore.

-Keep it.
-Right.

-He needs to take your picture.
-Huh?

-For your ID.
-Oh. Wait.

-Yes.
-Okay, ready.

Okay. Well, then...

You can keep the sweater,

but you're taking
this smelly dog with you, right?

Are you kidding? Morano,
we can't take the dog to Naples.

Your kids will love it!

Rosa, I never had a dog.
I don't even know his name.

-He's called "Stinky."
-There.

-He needs to be washed.
-Thanks.

Call me.

Cocìss? Hey!
That's enough. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

Stinky.

Oh, my God.

It's a long drive.

We'll take the State Road,
to avoid the cameras.

As you wish...
what am I supposed to call you?

-Giuditta.
-Giuditta.

You always have shitty names!

What about you?

Why? It's a nice name, isn't it?

Astolfo?

Yeah, Astolfo. It's a nice name.
I know.

Oh, fuck.

Damn.
Don't look at them.

If you don't look,
they won't stop you.

Hey, I said don't look...
There you go.

Damn. Continue.

-Keep driving.
-Calm down.

-Let me slow down.
-Why the fuck are you stopping?

Calm down.

It won't take long.

Good evening.

-Good evening.
-Evening.

-IDs, please.
-Of course.

-Hey, IDs.
-Yes.

Hey. IDs.

Paolo Ferrarini