All language subtitles for La.Mafia.Uccide.Solo.D.Estate.S01E11_English

Here we are, the summer of 1979.

The days that changed our lives,
as well as that of many others.

You could already smell the scent
of the 1980s.

And it was the scent of money.

Money travelling from both sides
of the Atlantic Ocean.

Money arrived here
and, from here, heroin left.

- C'mon Saro, go, go, go, go!
- Police!

- C'mon Saro, go.
- Police!

Look everywhere.

Don't let them fool you.
Go, Saro, go.

Search everywhere,
even in the other room.

Saro, go look in the other room.

That had been my friend Boris'
great intuition:

Sicily had become a big drug refinery.

The Mafia bought it,
processed it and sent it to America

and, from America, came
huge sums of money,

which is the thing
mafiosi care about most.

There's nothing worse
than touching their money

to make them angry.

Luchino, it's three thousand Lira.
Don't fuck with me

and don't get me even more pissed off.

Coins, primiera and seven of coins.

- Totò.
- What?

- I have the seven of coins.
- What?

- Well...
- Well what?

No, nothing.

Exactly.

Go make a phone call.

Luchino, forgot anything?
The money. Three thousand Lira.

Gentlemen, cheques,
receipts, bank statements,

they're like fingerprints.

Get your hands
on the right piece of paper

and they're fucked, alright?

That's why we need to get everything
while we're here,

every single receipt, okay?

- Of course, sir.
- Then c'mon, let's go.

- Giuliano speaking.
- Mr. Giuliano, you're a dead man.

Sir, shall we go?

Yes.

Totò?

I phoned.

But I don't understand...

What are we doing
with these phone calls?

Why warn?

Luchino, you're problem is
that you're still a sodding farmer.

We're in the city now

and we make phone calls
out of respect.

Those days that would have
changed everything

were still carefree to us:
we finally had our new house.

See? Cotto tiles everywhere
and everything is new, all the finishes.

And I asked the neighbours:
there's always water here.

Good Pia, so now you can
wash your hair every day.

Well done, Lorenzo.
It took a while, it did...

And look at this kitchen!

It makes you want to cook,
it's all new.

- ...but it's nice, I must say.
- Thanks.

I underestimated you.

I never did.
How many square metres?

Around 130, I think.

Gosh, bigger than ours!
It's huge.

Well done, well done.

Listen but, I mean...

Can you afford it?

Well, in the end, it was a bargain.

Just think we're paying the same money
as in the old house.

See? Lorenzo has a good nose
for business.

What? Of course not.
It was a stroke of luck.

No, you have to make your own luck.
And apparently you did, this time.

Well done, well done.

You finally learned.

Don't reply, don't listen to him.
You know what he's like.

He can't stand when someone
does better than him.

- No one's doing better than me here.
- See?

Dad, it's huge! Thank you.

- Dad, it's great!
- Yes, thank you!

- So, do you like it?
- Yes!

When are you moving in?

Well, I'm signing the contract today

and we can start moving in
straight away, right?

I can't wait.
It'll be like a new start for us.

- Listen... there's one thing...
- What?

You must tell me
how you did this.

- Well, I...
- You must tell me.

No, he couldn't tell him
how he did it.

He couldn't even tell himself.

So, do you like the house?

- Very much.
- Good, good.

So, the contract lasts four years
and can be renewed.

The rent is low and controlled.
The flat has just been renovated,

but if there's anything
you want to change,

also considering the sensitivity
shown to our cause,

the bank would be more than happy
to comply.

No, no, it's perfect.

I'm actually a little embarrassed,
considering the price,

it's practically a gift.

Of course it isn't!
It's the least we could do.

Well, could we maybe
not mention this again?

As you wish.

So... just a few signatures here.

Here, and it's done.

There, good. Thanks.

I'd say that at least accommodation
won't be a problem anymore.

Right, can I at least
thank Mr. Guarneri?

Well, not today, I'm afraid,
but I'll thank him for you.

- Goodbye, Giammarresi.
- Goodbye.

Can't we call anyone else?

It'll take us a week
to confiscate all this stuff.

Let's take these for the time being,
then we'll talk to Giuliano

and see what he says, okay?
- Right.

Here, I'll be right behind you.

- Going down?
- Hem... yes. Do we all fit?

- Giammarresi!
- Yes?

Sorry, I forgot, here are your keys.

- Thanks.
- So, enjoy.

You too.

- Are you done? These binders are heavy.
- Of course.

Of course, just like everyone else, I
was oblivious to my father's suffering.

I was on holiday, and I couldn't wait
to go to the beach with Alice,

but my world was collapsing too.

Sebastiano!

- He's already gone out.
- What? And where did he go?

I don't know. He left very early.

- Did he take his bathing suit?
- No, that's still here.

Well, did he look angry?

Angry? He hasn't said a word
in two days.

Do you know why?

I don't either.

Why did you make us come here
in such a hurry?

Sebastiano ran away.
And it's your fault.

Again with this?

If you hadn't told him
his father was in jail...

- I just told him the truth.
- He didn't want to know the truth!

- I did tell him I was joking.
- Does it look like he's an idiot?

I'm an idiot.

I'm a real idiot.

Maybe he didn't run away,
maybe he just went somewhere.

We might be able to find him.

We should split up.

Alice and I could go to the fish market.
He helps his uncle sometimes.

- You could go...
- Can't we all go together?

Alright, let’s go together.

Marco.

Talking about idiots,
these two would win the prize:

my dumb sister and that genius Torino.

Sorry, I had my music on.

What's that?

It's called a walkman.
My father brought it home from Japan.

Listen.

Amazing.

What are you doing?
Are you going out with this wind?

It's called sailing,
the windier, the better.

Oh right.

Shall we go for a swim first?

Yes, Simonetta's almost here,
if she fancies a swim too...

Can I tell you something?

You're such a bore.

- Angela, it was you who told me...
- Leave it, I'll go by myself.

Tomorrow?

We'll see. Bye.

Angela, wait.

You can keep it for today.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I don't need it on the boat.

But you must give it back tomorrow,
so we will have to see each other.

Thanks.

Bye.

Bye.

We're looking for our friend,
Sebastiano.

Our friend Sebastiano,
and why are you here?

- Well, because it's a church.
- It is a church, so what?

So we thought that someone desperate
might need comfort,

and this is
the house of the Lord, right?

This is indeed the house of the Lord.
But I haven't seen him.

If you see him,
can you send him home, please?

Can I send him home, please.
Of course.

I'll even light a candle
for St. Leonard.

- For who?
- You dumbass.

St. Leonard.

Protector of prisoners,
I care about him a lot.

And if you dumbass
had attended Sunday school,

you would have learned it
off by heart by now.

I'm busy now, c'mon. Bye, see you.

Say hi to your illustrious parents
for me.

- Thanks a lot.
- For what? I did say illustrious.

You don't say hi to anyone.
Go, go.

What now? Where do we go?

I think that, thanks to
Brother Giacinto and St. Leonard,

Sebastiano will turn up, eventually.

Fofò, sometimes I wonder
whether you truly mean what you say.

- Why? What did I say?
- Why, Fofò? Why?

Because you trust Saints,
and we trust reason.

I didn't get it.

What if he went there?

- To St. Leonard's monastery?
- Oh dear...

Why are you leaving?

Arturo, you can come out.

Thanks, Brother Giacinto.

Arturo, you must tell me what you did.

I refused to pay for protection.

First, they bleed me dry,
and now they want to skin me too.

- They want to skin you...
- Exactly.

These are difficult times, Arturo.

Tomorrow or the day after,
I'll take my wife and leave.

I'm going north.

Going north... Where? Where?
To do what? North...

You can stay here
as long as you want.

This is your house,
nobody can harm a hair on your head.

So to speak.

Thank you, Brother Giacinto.

Thank you.

One more.

Last one.

Last one.

You can go, go.

Just a second, tell me.
Who's looking for Arturo Ardigò?

He's here.

You can have him,
but I don't want any trouble, got it?

You must do it.

Don Masino decided it.

Why me?

Because you're still a virgin.

Aren't you thinking about your career?

Do you want to remain a soldier
all your life?

No, of course I want a career.

But, I mean, technically,
I'm in charge with collections.

You're really funny, you know?

You need to do it tonight.

And you need to do it well,

because Brother Giacinto
doesn't want any trouble.

Everything must go:

the body and this too.

Oi, what's with the faces?
Play! You were playing...

- C'mon. Your turn.
- C'mon!

C'mon, I give you this card.

- I like it.
- You do?

Take this!

The flying squad arrived this morning

at the headquarters
of the Bank of Trinacria,

where searching is still underway.

The detectives are investigating
a series of operations

that seem to involve both the managers
and people connected to Cosa Nostra...

Giammarresi.

Cusumano, for Goodness' sake!

- Don't you ever knock?
- Sorry.

- What?
- It's just that, I wanted to say...

do we have to beg you?

Don't you want to celebrate
your new house?

- Out.
- C'mon.

- Out!
- What are you like!

- Lorenzo, you have a heart of gold.
- Not all that glitters is gold.

Gotcha!

- What were you doing?
- What do you think?

What do you think, Massimo?

You told me to meet you here as
I needed to ask you something.

Oh, right. Ask me, though, not her.

Give me one too.

Good morning my love, please,
how are you...

How rude!

Give me one too.

Women are all the same.
You marry them

and they cling to you like an octopus.

- What did you have to tell me?
- Nothing, I...

C'mon, Lorenzo,
I haven't got time to mess around, what?

As you know everyone,

this Mr. Guarneri,
Director of the Bank of Trinacria,

what kind of person is he?

Why are you asking?

Nothing, he's the one
who got me the house,

he's the father of a friend...

- Your friend?
- Of course not!

- Of a friend of Salvuccio's.
- C'mon, he gave you a house

because he's the father
of a friend of Salvuccio's.

Could you please answer?

I'm saying nothing.

Why?

If I tell you
he's an exquisite person,

you'll think he's dishonest
because I said so.

If I tell you he's dishonest,
then he's dishonest.

So I'm saying nothing, okay?

Lorenzo, you would even question
a winning lottery ticket.

What happened? Did you kill someone
to get the house?

Of course not! I did him...

...a favour.
I helped something along...

Well done!

Take your prize and enjoy it!

There are worse sins in the world.

Well, you may be right, Massimo.
I worry too much.

- I'm going. Bye, Patrizia.
- Bye, Lorenzo.

- You're sending him kisses now?
- But they're flying kisses.

Give me another,
actually, give me two.

- But Massimo...
- Shush!

And I'm not coming back
for dinner tonight, either.

I knew it.

Stay here.

Hi, Seba.

- What do you want?
- We wanted to know how you were.

You all knew it.

Seba...

- Hi. So, is she your...
- Alice?

I mean, do you ever do
anything normal?

You take her to a prison
instead of the beach?

Well, it's about to rain.

Anyway, he found out.

Go in, I'll be right there.

Sebastiano...

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- Is he still mad at me?
- He's mad at everyone.

C'mon, don't worry. Chin up.

Salvatore, a word. Come here.

She's pretty. How are things going?

- We're almost there.
- That's good, then.

Actually, she'll be leaving
for Switzerland soon.

She's going to boarding school.
She may never come back.

Then we need
to make her fall for you fast.

So she'll come back early
or not go at all.

We need a great idea.

Let me think about it,
see you at the bar, okay?

Bye, Alice.
Sebastiano, hang in there!

I didn't know whether to believe him
as he was a very busy man.

When would he find the time
to think about me and Alice?

But he did find the time
and the right words for Seba.

Hey kid, let's face it.
How many times did you see him

while you thought
he was working on a ship?

Now you can see him once a week.

He did a stupid thing,
something really silly.

I know how these things work.

With a good lawyer,
he'll be free in less than no time.

It would have been months
if we was really in Japan.

Look at me. Right?

So now my two dumb friends
were friends again,

and we were all together once more.

Even if not for long.

So is your father defending my father?

I asked and he promised
and he always keeps his word.

For free?

Aren't we friends? C'mon Seba,
you know what I'm like,

I talk and I don't even know
what I'm saying.

But, this Switzerland thing,
do you want to go?

- No, I don't.
- Don't go, then.

How do I do that?
I'm not the one deciding.

They can't make you do
something you don't want to.

Can't they? Don't they ever
make you do things you don't want to?

Not the dentist!

Salvatore, please!
He's not going to hurt you.

Please, Salvatore!

All the time,
but they don't last long.

And the dentist is nearby.

- The dentist?
- Just saying.

Switzerland is far away
and for a long time.

I needed a miracle to make Alice stay,
rather than an idea.

I loved Boris,
I trusted him, he was good at his job,

but I couldn't see him
working any miracles.

A miracle: from the station to here
in only seven minutes.

You look great. Bye.

Come here, my darling, come.

- Will you be able to join us?
- If I can, one miracle at a time.

- We'll miss you.
- I'll miss you too.

Now enjoy your holiday, okay?
Get on before it leaves, c'mon.

- C'mon kids.
- Mind the step.

- Is the luggage already on?
- Yes.

Right. Bye. Have fun, okay?
Don't think about me.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I would have wanted to be the one
to give him a great idea:

jump on the train, Boris.

Go with your family,
away from here. Go!

But I couldn't foresee the future

and already had problems
with my present.

Here, these are perfect.

What you mean perfect?
They only reach my calves!

Oh well, darling, look at this hem,
we can undo it.

As we were moving,

my mum decided to see
what to keep and what to give away.

Let's see these.
These too, they're fine.

There's a small hole,
but we can patch it up.

- Again?
- I'm throwing everything!

- Take those things off.
- What's gone off?

Angela, honey, you're shouting.

Oh, sorry.

- Anyway, nothing fits me anymore.
- Same here.

- Hi.
- Hi, dad.

These two, they're your kids.

As we're moving to a better house,
they think we're suddenly rich!

No, no, guys. Don't worry.
We're still the same, okay?

- But it's fine.
- Of course it's fine.

Wait, wait. Let me go.
Where are you taking me?

Wait, no!

- Why?
- Walk!

- Get in.
- Wait.

Get in!

Wait, wait, no!

No, Patrizia, what do you mean
someone else?

He mad about you.

Of course it must be about work,
don't worry.

I was on the phone to Patrizia.

She says Massimo's acting weird,
he treats her badly,

she said he didn't even
come home this evening.

Well, what did you expect?

That because he's married
he was going to... act differently?

We managed to do quite a lot today.

I think he's acting weird too.
What about you? This morning?

This morning what?

Patrizia told me you dropped by
to talk to him.

Oh, right. A stupid thing,
I asked him for advice on the house.

Anyway, he looked like his usual self.

Lorenzo...

I'm sorry I hurt you.

Let's not talk about it again, okay?
Ever again.

Ever again.

I want to look forwards,
I want to look to the future,

to what is waiting for us.

It was very kind of Mr. Guarneri
to grant us this opportunity,

just because our kids are friends.

Right.

- Should we get him something?
- No.

- I already did.
- You did? What did you get him?

Honey, didn't we say we were going
to look forwards, to the future?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because I like you.

The kids are still awake,
we must be very quiet,

for the last time, though.

Angela...

Are you awake?

What's wrong?

I'm happy about the new house,

but it's the last time we're sleeping
in the same room, and I feel bad.

Why are you not seeing Marco
anymore?

He's got a girlfriend.

Pity, he was nice.

But I'm happy for him.

It doesn't look like it.

How would you know?

Why does Alice have to leave
now that she's finally held my hand?

Why can't good things just be good?

Please, Salvatore,
enough with the questions.

No, I held them in long enough.

Now I'm going to asking them all.

Ask away then because,

we'll have two separate rooms
when we'll be in the new house,

and you'll have to knock on my door
to talk to me.

Why does Seba's dad need a good lawyer
if he only did something silly?

Why don't Alice's parents mind
sending her far away?

Why doesn't dad seem happy
in the new house?

Left unanswered, these questions
wouldn't let me sleep so,

even if we were in our new house,
I still went to sleep in Angela's bed.

Life...

is a mystery.

I wasn't the only one
who couldn't sleep.

It must have been something to do with,

I don't know...
the constellations? Sirocco?

Or with the fact we were men?

Of course, in the conditions we were in,

the morning and the sunlight
didn't help.

- Honey, I'm going.
- It's half past seven.

I know, but it takes longer to get to
work from here, it's rush hour.

- See you later.
- Bye...

- Bye, mum. I'm going out.
- Where are you going this early?

To the beach with Alice, Fofò
and Sebastiano. Bye.

"Ardigò Arturo went missing
two days ago."

"The shopkeeper was said
to be facing threats of extortions."

"Detectives fear this is
yet another case of 'lupara bianca'."

Well done, Massimino!

What a lovely neat job!

Don Masino was right, guys!
This guy'll go places.

- C'mon, let's drink.
- C'mon.

Cheers!

Cheers. Cheers. To us.

With daylight,
women became nervous too.

He slithered off like a snake.
Believe me, I'm not making this up.

It was the middle of the night.

Patrizia, I think you better
talk to him.

He tells me it's for work.

He says I'm the crazy one
and that I'm busting his balls!

Really?

Let me help you clean,
so I won't think about it.

Go on, there's plenty to clean here.

Where did we keep all this stuff
in the old house?

Angela, get a move on!

I need to go, they're calling me.

So we're not seeing each other
today too?

What can I tell you?
We need to tidy up.

Yes but... all day?

Not even ten minutes
for a granita, a chat...

I even made a mixtape for you, Angela.

I don't know.

If it's about the walkman,

I can drop it off at your house or...

Careful, this moment is crucial.

Something finally broke

inside that sort of Tibetan monk
from Piedmont transplanted in Palermo.

- Angela...
- What?

I don't give a damn
about the walkman! I don't.

You can keep it, throw it
out the window, or even crush it!

I've been after you like a fool
for a whole year.

First Rosario, then Alfonso,
I was always waiting,

and you didn't even notice!

You know what, Angela?

You really busted my balls,
as you say around here!

And what about the dumb one?
Was she swept away by his declaration?

Did her heart and her eyes
finally open?

Oi, Torino,
talk to your sister that way, okay?

But an idea seemed to creep
into her confused mind.

What does it mean
"I've been after you for a whole year?"

It may have been too late, though,

because we all know what men do
when they're hurt.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- This is for you.
- You made it for me?

- Yes.
- Thanks!

To avoid it being too late
for me and Alice too,

that morning I went to look
for my friend Boris.

He was my last hope.

It was 12th July 1979.

Does somebody remember
what happened in Palermo on that day?

- Were you looking for me?
- Yes, but...

Yes, I came alone today.
What are you doing here?

- I knew it, you forgot.
- Where are you going? Come here!

You really believe I'd forget
something that important?

I thought about it and I got it.

The place is in the city centre, it's
one of the most beautiful in Palermo.

- It's the Spasimo, do you know it?
- No.

You need to take Alice there
and follow the music.

What music?

Someone plays music there every night,

but nobody knows who.

You can hear it every night,
and it's truly magical. It's magic.

Take her there, it'll be magical
for you and Alice too.

Take her there,
the rest will come from your heart.

- Thank you.
- For what?

Just think about me
while you're there.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye, Salvatore.

Help, help!

The head of the Palermo flying squad,
vice-commissioner Boris Giuliano,

was the victim of a deadly ambush
this morning,

just after eight o'clock.

Here's vice-commissioner Giuliano.

There were seven shots,

fired from what seems to be
a caliber 7.65.

Three of them hit his head and neck.

The assassination took place in Bar Lux
in via Francesco di Blasi,

in the residential part of the city.

The head of the flying squad used
to go there every morning for coffee

before going to work.

- What's going on?
- It's closed.

- What do you mean?
- That's what they told us.

- Did they?
- Yes...

Cusumano! Can you tell me what...?

It's for you,
to celebrate your new house!

Congratulations!

- What is there to celebrate?
- Congratulations!

- What is there to celebrate?
- Five minutes...

Let go of the bottle!

What is there to celebrate?
People are waiting!

Back to work. C'mon, what is this?

Sicilian? He's not even Italian!

Go on, to work, people are waiting.

Honestly. Please, please, come.

- Dad!
- Salvuccio.

What happened?

- They killed him.
- Who got killed?

Boris.

Boris? But... who told you? What...?

I saw it.

Shush, shush.

You saw it?

Now listen to me, you don't have
to mention this to anyone.

To anyone, Salvuccio, please.

Not even in school, to your friends,
to mum, to your sister, anyone, got it?

I'm serious, you saw nothing.

Is it done?

Done.

Do you know the difference
between us and the rest?

- No.
- We're men of our word. C'mon.

I've already shuffled.

No, you deal
to the other person first.

- Right.
- Right.

Here.

One thousand to me!

THIS SERIES IS DEDICATED
TO THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN

WHO FOUGHT AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT
AGAINST THE MAFIA

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