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Sorry, but I'm bringing it down from Finland...

76 hours of driving. Breaks were for eating, pissing...

...and filling up. No time for anything else...

It means I'll do it at the destination.

That's a waste of time, boss.

When Colautti Sandro does the loading...

...with these butterflies here, nobody can untie it.

Okay, you can go. -Thanks, boss.

Okay, Matthew. The beast is all yours till Verona.

Put your foot down.

With another extra day...

And there's a new journey waiting for me already.

But who made me do it?

But it's a dirty game now...

Which always takes me further away, you know.

But who made me do it?

But what life is this?

I'm hurting, but I'll get there.

Mine is a life...

...in half.

There's someone at home now...

...and he's enjoying his woman's warmth.

And if there's just one chance...

(?) to her.

If my heart had wings...

I'd like to fly far away.

But I'm always tied down, and my thoughts always stay here.

For me there's only a life in half.

How nice, just like a pinball machine. I didn't win a prize, did I?

How did I do, Sandro? -You could've shaved at least.

Do I look bad? -What's that got to do with it?

You're not entering Ms Italy. It's about making a good impression.

Surname and first name? -Colautti, Sandro...

You don't have to tell me. I've been driving for 20 years...

I know everything. Step up, step down...

Step up. Step down.

Inflate the balloon.

Well, doctor? How's my heart?

You've got a few more years left in you.

Thanks.

How did it go, Sandro? -What did they say?

Nothing wrong with me.

Are we kidding? -Relax, Colautti...

Give me the grappa. -Look at him...

Twenty four hours without a drink to pass his medical.

You're exaggerating. -Hey, pistol...

Who might you be?

Someone who doesn't crap his pants because he has to inflate a balloon...

Climb up some steps...

...and have his blood pressure taken. -Patrovita, Nino.

I'll be right there.

Could you give me a light, please? -Of course.

Very kind.

You can't smoke here. Get undressed.

It's better like this, I was fed up living like a gypsy.

Come on, Matthew...

I wish I could rest. You can spend time with your family.

Let's grab a drink. -No, thanks.

Another time, guys.

Another time.

Well, Dad? -What is it?

Petrol for the car. -You're only good at scrounging.

There you go. -Thanks.

Are you ready? Everything okay?

Everything's okay.

Thursday, at four precisely, you'll unload in Warsaw.

Do you know where the place is?

I know Warsaw better than the back of my hand.

Who's driving with me?

A new guy. There he is.

Patrovita, come here and meet your new partner.

Do you know each other?

You could say that. -Good, the cargo is safer this way.

Pleasant journey.

Okay...

My name's Nino.

But mine isn't.

Do you want to make tea first?

All the way to Warsaw.

Look, you've got to make quite a few manoeuvres to get out of here.

Don't worry.

Treat the beast well, understood?

Don't let the boss see you.

What should I do? Kiss the horn?

Easy on the brakes.

Try to stay light on the pedals and be delicate with the gear stick.

A truck isn't just a car, like you think...

Trucks have a soul.

Nervous? -Mind the gate...

Let them open a bit more. -No, I'll make it.

Slow down.

My father always said...

A truck is like a horse...

It can tell who's driving it.

Want some chewing gum?

I hate it.

A Tuscan cigar, eh?

Seeing as everything's going to stink in here...

Would it upset you if I opened it?

No, it wouldn't upset me, it would piss me off.

Close it.

Let's get something straight, if you feel like talking, you talk.

If I feel like answering you, I'll answer you.

That's how it was for the eleven years I drove with Matthew.

Matthew. He really was a good one...

A friend.

I hope I've explained myself.

I'm going to sleep.

Wake me up when you want to change over.

However, if I feel like I can go to sleep...

Even if you are a dumbass, deep down it means...

I like the way you drive.

Watch the road, idiot.

Listen here, fresh tyres are like Antonella's thighs...

The older the engine, the better it runs.

Excuse me, sir. How do you eat here?

Usually, sitting down with a fork but if it's busy on your feet with your hands...

And today it's busy.

Hi, folks.

Hi, Sandro. I knew you'd come...

I even told my husband. Today we've got fish soup...

Your favourite. -Bravo, you guessed it.

Who's this handsome chap?

What happened to Matthew? -Matthew's gone on holiday.

What can I get you?

First of all, you can give us a nice bottle of white.

Yes. -No white wine for me.

People who don't drink aren't people. Fish soup for me.

Fish soup and spaghetti.

Then a steak and salad. -Steak and salad.

Double for me...

Fruit, ice-cream and a coffee. Double.

Double.

And a bottle of red...

I'm one of those people who drinks red.

They even have a pool table, I'd almost like to try.

Do you want a game?

Why not? After we've eaten, to digest.

No, this gentleman here has to eat and then he has to drive.

We're men who work, we haven't got time for vices.

Do you take me for a fool?

Red and white. -Thanks, Teresa.

I'll get rid of the water. -Sure.

You do what you want.

The important thing is that we leave in an hour and a half, understood?

Can I get a light?

You're foreigners. -Dutch.

Cigar?

I'm dead tired, I've been on my feet all day...

It's never happened before. What do you truck drivers eat?

I can believe you're always hard. -Always.

You won't believe it, we served a hundred tables.

Undress me, take me. I'm all yours.

Take me, my love. Come, come.

Come here, Teresa. -Horsey, horsey...

Jump on my dick.

Come here, beautiful horse. -Your friend is really cute...

If he screws like he eats.

It's your shot.

It's my shot, yes.

I don't know this American game too well, sorry.

It went in.

Of course, he's good.

We can't leave it like this, let's have a rematch.

Okay, okay.

Let's do something crazy, I'll double it, 50,000 (Lira)

I'm sorry, it's not that I don't trust you.

I'd like to see your money here. Your 50,000.

We've got watches, not cash...

They're worth a lot more.

Expensive watches.

Okay, let me see these watches.

The watches are in the truck.

We'll pay later.

Okay, then I'll pay later as well.

Your truck is the yellow one, the green one here is mine...

Well, it's not mine, it belongs to the company.

Let's be clear about this, if I don't like the watches...

You'll give me the cash. -Don't worry.

Bye. -Bye, beautiful.

Come back soon. -Sure.

I'm coming. Bye.

Nino.

Where are you, Nino? -Colautti.

Colautti. -What's wrong, are you okay?

Those Dutch drivers stole all my cash.

Call the police. Let's go after them.

We're not going after them, and we're not calling the police.

If you want to do this job just remember, first...

...there's the load to deliver. Second...

Don't leave the truck till it's arrived, And third...

You're the one who went looking for trouble...

The police have nothing to do with it, got that?

They stole a months wages, and my advance.

I'll keep you going till we get there. It's a small world, we'll see them again.

Damn, there's a lot of fog here in Germany...

It's like Milan. You know what I say...

This country is a dump...

Truth is, I really didn't believe that to get to Warsaw...

...you had to cross all of Germany. How many Germany's are there?

Two?

I really haven't seen any difference between the north and south...

Two, I tell you...

They had to have two. Wasn't one enough?

What do you say? -I say it's time for you to be quiet.

What bitte? I've got a beer...

Don't you see it?

Just take the money.

To your lovely lady? -Mind your own damned business.

Do you think you're the only person in the world who writes to their lady?

This postcard is for my daughter.

So you've got a family? -What do you care?

No... Given that you have a daughter.

Wash your mouth with soap and bleach before mentioning my daughter.

I didn't say anything. I don't even know who she is.

There, and you don't need to know.

Hot, eh? -Me? No.

Who's talking to you?

We both need to take a break.

Fifteen minute rest.

I bet if you were born again you'd like to come back as a truck.

You show him respect and he'll respect you.

He's a lot better than some of the people I know.

Need a hand?

I'm ready, I need some...

A quick one, maybe? Just for fun.

From your Argentine laugh, no, German...

I understand that you tacitly consent.

I'll write to you.

But how?

That asshole.

That son of a bitch, he left me here in the middle of nowhere.

Hold on tight, understand? -Yes, I understand...

Did I have to land a queer? -Pardon?

Go on, go on.

On that side, by the green truck.

Over there.

Go slowly.

Stop.

Stop!

When I say stop, you stop.

Hello, what? Talk to me then.

Hi, stay on the line. I'll deal with this myself.

I told you all I had to say. I said 15 minutes...

The timetable is sacred. 16 minutes later, I leave...

Who's there is there, who isn't, whistles.

So, you're the only person who gets to screw on these journeys?

I have my needs as well.

Then please yourself, I'm calling for a replacement

You go home by train, got that?

If you think I'm going to get on my knees and beg then you've got it wrong.

You've been looking for a moment like this since we left...

I let it slide because I know you're hurting inside.

But I can't do anything if Matthew didn't pass his medical...

I've still got 20 years in me.

Is it my fault I'm young and you're not?

Let's go. I've lost another 15 minutes.

Colautti, tell me something...

Since when did German phones take Italian coins?

Why? Would you have believed me?

I'm not a snitch.

Well, handsome Italian, aren't you coming with me?

Sorry, but I'm already seeing someone.

Do you like her? Her name's Amalia...

I've been dating this widow for almost a year.

Lovely lady.

She's not so young anymore...

But she's great in bed.

She's a good woman though, clean, well mannered...

Cultured.

It works out well for me because I can save...

I've got something on the side.

My plan is to get some experience in international export...

Then I'll buy myself a nice truck and I'll go into business...

Boss.

I'm not going to grow old being someone else's slave...

I want to be free.

Yes, free. Like a little pearl on a thread...

You go round the necklace but you're always at the same point.

What little pearl and necklace?

More importantly, where are these Polish women?

We'll never get there.

Pay attention, keep quiet and let me do the talking, I know them.

Like I can speak Polish.

Good evening.

Colautti, are you ready? -I'm ready and I'm leaving.

What do you mean? What about me?

What do you want? -After all...

We're Italians in a strange land, I don't know anyone here.

You can't leave me alone. -What's being Italian got to do with it?

I've got an appointment. I'm sleeping out as well...

So it's everyone for themselves.

We leave tomorrow morning at eight.

Bye, (?)

What (?)

You talk like you eat.

Where do you think you're going?

Look at that lucky son of a bitch.

Who cares?

It's worse for you.

I'm all yours Poland. This way.

Sorry if I'm interrupting, but...

I'm a foreigner.

Perhaps you could tell me where I can find a nice Polish restaurant?

Somewhere where they serve good spaghetti.

No? I get it...

You're mute and you're praying to God to send you a word...

I'll find it myself.

Can you tell where I can find a Polish restaurant that serves Italian spaghetti?

This isn't spaghetti, it's rubbish.

I said al'dente...

Dente (Lit. Tooth) Do you understand?

I'm not a dentist, this is a Polish restaurant.

Who said dentist?

The sauce is white, red and green.

Italian spaghetti, sir.

Okay, I get it. Bring me some more Vodka.

I could cry.

...fuck off.

Lady...

Do you want to come dancing with me?

Rock and roll, tango.

You saved my life, lady...

We're friends now. Come with me...

Can I offer you a glass of champagne?

Now I'm all alone.

In this Warsaw... Sad, disconsolate, cold...

...and shit.

...go fuck yourselves.

Another piazza, another lonely tour.

Do you have a chinotto? (Italian soft drink)

Another vodka...

Until I learn some new words.

One moment.

I can never do it.

You're not Italian are you?

Colautti.

Colautti, Sandro.

Can I come in?

Sandrino, are you there?

I'm looking for my good friend Colautti, Sandro.

Please, come in. -You understand?

A little. -With permission, madam.

I'll go and wake Sandro, he's sleeping because he drank a lot.

If he wants to sleep, let him sleep.

You see, I was passing by and I thought to myself...

Let's go and say hello to my friend Colautti, Sandro.

Perhaps I'm disturbing? Maybe you were asleep as well?

I wasn't asleep, please.

In that case, if you suffer from insomnia...

I can keep you company. Let's drink two small shots of vodka.

No, I don't drink. No.

Claudio Villa! He's a great Italian pop singer...

He's a good friend of mine. -I like them a lot...

Italian singers. -I like them a lot as well.

I'm sorry madam, but if you'll permit me...

Where did you learn to speak Italian so well?

I learnt from those records. -From those records?

Great. You're so smart.

What's your name? -Magda.

What a lovely name. Tell me all the dirty words you learnt.

Please speak to me in Italian, you've no idea how lonely I feel...

I can't talk to anyone.

My name's Nino.

Does this name mean anything to you?

Patrovita, Nino. It says something to you, I feel it...

I know you're a dirty little girl, and me...

Stick that tongue out, you're as cold as an ice-cream.

I hope my friend doesn't wake up. Instead of fucking, I'll be fucked.

You'll never forget me, Magda, even if it is a little uncomfortable in my coat.

Tell me you like it. -I like it.

I like it. -More.

I like it so much more. -What?

More. -More?

Much more. -Wait a minute.

You're a dirty Polish woman. -I like it, I like it.

I got it. -I like it so much.

A bit lower. -I want it.

More, more. -I haven't got anymore...

I can't even hear the football on this Polish radio.

Who knows how Cattania did?

Are you stopping?

You forgot this last night, It's from Magda...

Washed and ironed. -Magda, who?

I don't even know a Magda, I've never met her.

Never met her? Don't know her, right?

Are you jealous? -I'm going to beat you to a pulp.

Calm down. Let's be reasonable.

You're pulling me. -Get out.

Get out if you're a man. -You hurt me.

Are you serious? -I'll show you if I'm serious.

Come here. You son of a bitch.

Come here you asshole.

Are you running away? -Sure I am!

We can't ruin our friendship over this.

What a great friendship! Come here, asshole.

I didn't sleep last night, I'm tired.

I know you didn't sleep, you dirty beast.

You're crazy. Over a woman?

That was my woman.

You've gone completely crazy.

This is too much. You're really hurting me.

Running away? -Why should I take it.

Look, they're watching us. -Don't play smart with me...

I wasn't born yesterday. That trick from the movies...

I turn around and you slug me.

I tell you they're watching us.

You're a son of a bitch.

We'd better pretend nothing happened...

Otherwise they'll call the police.

You see?

You never believe me.

Colautti.

You're upset...

It's only right.

But you can't imagine how lonely I felt last night?

Yes, yes. It happened to me the first time.

Thanks.

Let's go.

We've got to make up the time.

What a cute baby, look how handsome he is.

That kid? He looks like a skinned cat to me.

You men are all the same...

My poor Oreste, he never wanted to talk about kids either...

Whenever it came up...

He'd squash you like a jaguar.

Maybe that's why he died? But he was in poor health...

God bless him. -Amalia, what is it?

Where are you going with this? -Why?

Do you think I'm too old to have a baby?

One moment, stop everything.

Is this a question or an announcement?

A question, idiot...

Some salt, please. -What about it?

Before I settle down and have a family, I'd like a little...

...financial security.

Let's say a nice property. Have a prawn.

See what I'm getting at? -No, Nino...

Don't start. You know it's all I've got.

Think about the investment in international export...

We'll buy a truck with someone like Colautti and we'll be all set...

That's security.

This trade isn't going to stop, I can't let it slip away.

You know what we'll do? We'll have a nice toast.

Waiter! I'll get a new bottle.

Don't betray me while I'm away. I get jealous.

Me too. -Colautti, you're better than Don Lurio.

Excuse the lack of conversation, but the stage absorbs me.

You're excused.

Shall I get us a glass of wine, a sambuca and a slice of melon?

No, no. Melon makes me burp.

For the rest, I'm in your hands.

Big hands. "Big hands which never end."

Nice.

What is his name? -He's not my type.

Sandro Colautti. One of the best.

You're doing okay with Lemora. -She's shorter than a (?)

Your friend Amalia could've found one a bit more compatible.

If she wasn't looking at you, you wouldn't know...

...her ass from her tits.

What do you think I've got in my trousers? A cherry?

You're never satisfied Colautti.

Matthew...

Running off without saying hello?

We just popped in to see Andrea's kid.

Why don't you show yourself? How are you getting on?

Not bad. I'm not complaining.

Tell him the truth, Matthew...

They kicked him out like an old shoe, with just a few pennies redundancy.

How do you think he's doing? They won't let him drive anymore.

Matthew, you fool. Why didn't you tell us?

The unions are there to kick the manager's butts, you know that.

I went to the union and they said there was nothing they could do.

Maybe you didn't explain yourself? We'll go there tomorrow.

I'll take you to Zanneti, he's a friend...

An ex-truck driver.

It's your fault, you sign contracts under the counter with the bosses...

We've been telling you for years to sign a nationally recognised contract.

If you did things properly, you'd have everything paid for...

Truth is, you've got no class conscience...

Then you come here and ask for help when it's too late.

When you're in trouble. I'm sorry, it's not my competence.

What is your competence? Your salary at the end of the month?

Have you forgotten when you were a truck driver?

I haven't forgotten anything, just calm down.

You're telling me these things? What kind of union rep are you?

I'll smash your face in, you and the entire union.

I'll smash your face in, I'll break both of your legs...

And when you get out of hospital I'll break them again.

As usual, you created a monumental mess.

I did more bad than good. Poor Matthew...

Thirty years of driving and he ends up living with his daughter-in-law.

Who knows how tough it's going to be?

With the small bowl of soup they'll give him.

At least it's got you thinking...

Worried you'll end up like him? -That's just bad luck.

Bad luck, my ass. He didn't have enough initiative.

Someone in this line of work, as soon as they get some money...

...they should put it aside.

Have you saved any money?

I knew you'd bring that up. -It's a business proposal...

Amalia is convinced, she'll put in eight million.

I've got almost one, as long as you put in four or five...

Or six perhaps? We'll buy a used truck.

Where will we find our clients?

Clients? We'll find them in the companies.

After all, it's a personal relationship with the client...

Colautti, listen to me. You look like a boss.

That idiot from Stockard, for example...

The one with a chemical factory. The guy who looks like a pig...

Every time he sees you he's happy like a little kid...

We'll take him out for a drink, have some fun...

If we do things properly he'll be our first client...

Think about my proposal, Colautti. Think about it.

I've given it a lot of thought. -Well, are you in?

No.

Doesn't your family live around here?

Yes, past the next exit. Seven or eight kilometres.

Why don't you visit them?

Even if we arrive tonight, we won't unload till tomorrow.

And you?

I'll keep you company.

Come on, kid. Take the next right turn.

Watch the road.

Come on, get out.

It's you. -In person.

My friend Patrovita. My wife.

Ex-wife, I mean.

Come in.

I forgot something.

Please, have a seat. -Sandro's here.

My... Beppe. He works with Sandro.

Please, have a seat. -Gianni...

Wake up, Dad's here. -Ciao, Beppe.

Look who's here. Aren't you going to say hello?

Hi, Dad. -No, thanks.

This is for you.

Where's Lella? -She's studying...

...with a friend. She has her teaching exams this year.

Did you hear that? A teacher.

She went to the village, Gianni will go and get her.

No, Gianni is staying here. Nino can go.

Will you go? -Yes.

First house on the left as you enter the village, next to the tobacconist...

Second floor; Francetti. It's written on the door.

Bring her straight home. Understood?

A liquor, Sandro? -Coffee?

Both. -I'll make it strong...

Just how you like it. -Thanks.

Lella Colautti tells her mother she comes here to study...

But she never comes here. She jumps from man to man...

As long as they have a nice car, she's all over them.

Now it's Faldalolli, the one with the sock factory...

Married, with three children. But, naturally...

...he's got a Lamborghetti.

Lamborghini.

There's someone there. -Who could be there?

I tell you someone is watching us.

Go and be a nuisance somewhere else. You dumb prick.

Excuse my ignorance, maybe I didn't understand the meaning of that word...

From the tone it seemed a little offensive...

Even if you're a little busy, perhaps you could explain what it means?

It's you who has to explain what the hell you want from me, understood?

Listen, dumbass. I don't want anything from you...

But if Lella Colautti is in there...

Please tell her that her father would like to say hello to her.

Go on, why don't you say what you're thinking?

That I'm a whore.

Really, lady. I would never permit myself...

It just upsets me to see such a young girl...

There are many wealthy married men in this world...

Perhaps with a Lamborghini, who promise so many things...

Rightfully, a girl can be deluded.

Would you like some?

Who do you think I am? Red Riding Hood?

You think I could delude myself over someone like him?

I know he'll dump me the moment he's bored of me...

You can't spend your entire life watching the fog on TV...

At least once, you get the desire to sit somewhere more luxurious...

At least to try it out. I don't know if you understand me?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, just thinking.

Listen... You won't tell Dad, will you?

Who do you take me for? I'm someone who doesn't talk...

Never.

Tell me...

Do you think it's bad for kids to grow up without a father?

You're asking me?

My father went to Switzerland eighteen years ago with a cargo of lemons...

My mother is still waiting for him.

You don't like these songs...

I go crazy when I hear this American music.

For me, Claudio Villa is always number one.

It's those Dutch guys. -Are you sure?

It's a Dutch truck. Turn around...

Hurry up. It's them.

Down there.

Come on. Step on it.

They've noticed us. Stick to the left.

Where's he going?

When I catch him I'll use his head as a football.

Look at these sons of bitches...

I'll smash you to pieces when I catch up with you.

Stop, hooligan. -Fuck off back to Holland.

Leave the tall one for me.

Take your money.

What are you doing? -Can't you see?

That's theft. -So I'm a thief.

That's low. -What do you mean?

I'm taking their watches. They owed me...

I beat them fair and square.

Move it. This time we'll break the second as well.

He said he was going to buy some new pyjamas for hospital...

He never came back.

I came to tell you an hour ago, and now there he is.

Excuse me for a moment.

I got your message and came right away.

Dear God, why did he do it?

Did you get my pay packet? -Yes.

Give her mine as well and tell her I owed Matthew.

Thanks.

Happy New Year.

You're too drunk. -Who's drunk?

Nino, you're a catapult. Enough.

There's no point insisting, I'm not giving it to him.

Let's dance.

I'm sorry madam, but they aren't earrings...

They're mumps.

It's you.

This has to be a happy year for us, Nino.

Sure, Amalia.

Nino, is Colautti coming or not? This guy's too small.

I'll call him now. Give me a phone token.

You haven't even got a phone token...

Here. -Be quick...

I'm so keen to see him again. -Talk to who you want...

I'm not jealous tonight. -But I am, remember that.

Colautti...

Sandro Colautti.

Hello. -Hello?

Hey, Sandro Colautti, aren't you coming?

No. -We're waiting for you...

My nose is all red. -I'm sorry, I had rethink...

Apologise to your girlfriend and her friend.

I can hear the laughter...

You could've told me you were having a private party...

What a good friend you are.

No, you haven't understood. -It doesn't matter...

I don't need to come to your party to have fun...

I'm having so much fun here. Open your mouth.

What did you say? -No, I wasn't talking to you.

Happy New Year. Bye.

I'm all yours, come here...

Let me see what you look like under there.

I knew it. Dirty pig.

What does she want?

I'll show you what I want. Slut.

I'll catch up with you. -Amalia, I can explain...

There's nothing to explain, you dirty cheat.

I'm a gentleman, I can't...

Gentleman? You're a pimp...

You were only with me because of my money.

You think I don't know? -Amalia, I'll never hit a woman.

It's over between us. Got that? Gigolo.

Find another pension, find another idiot who'll pay for your truck...

Southerner.

Amalia, at this point you've broken my balls.

Go fuck yourself.

Nino...

Nino, I forgive you.

There are still five minutes to go till midnight...

Then we won't go to bed because we're uncivilised...

We're peasants.

Colautti.

Where do you live?

Not here... Or here because you're too fat.

Colautti, here it is.

This is a real party, listen to that racket.

Open up, it's me. Your childhood buddy.

Nino?

Can I come in? I came for a drink.

There's a few of us. Looks like I'm just in time.

You're already in your pyjamas.

What's got into you?

If you're too embarrassed to introduce me to your friends then I'm leaving.

No, let me introduce you.

I brought some champagne.

Are there a lot of us? In here?

Can I go in? -No, this way.

You're all squeezed in here? Okay.

Have a seat, I'll introduce you.

18" television, my stupid friend Patrovita.

Ignore the mess. Since my family left...

I let it go a little.

But how?

God damn it, Colautti.

You should've stayed with your fianc�.

She's not my fianc� anymore...

I don't even have the money for the truck anymore...

I don't even have a bed to sleep in...

I've got nothing left, just a strong desire to...

...to vomit.

Do you think if I drink I might? -Maybe.

It's been a shit year, Mike Buongiorno can fuck off.

It's not Mike Buongiorno. -Who gives a fuck who he is?

Speaking of years...

I'll finish paying the mortgage next month.

Great.

How much do you think they'd lend me? -Why? Do you need money?

I haven't got any left.

Are we going to buy this truck or not?

Buy it?

Are you serious? -Sure.

You're not messing me around?

You won, Patrovita Nino. You won.

Then we're business partners? -We're business partners!

Then let's have a toast. -A toast, open the champagne.

Happy New Year.

A Fiat 191. Look at it...

I've had my eye on that beast for four months.

Like it?

They're perfect, sign it Colautti. -I think the cable's broken.

Don't worry. This beast here, you'll see...

You'll see how it brings in the cash.

Dearest Nino...

I was so happy to receive your letter...

Now, I have the opportunity to write to you...

Since that night, I didn't want to see that guy with the Lamborghini anymore...

I wanted you to know. Who knows why?

If you want to write to me, or send a postcard...

It would make me very happy to hear about you and Dad...

I'm glad you've gone into business with my father...

I wish you great success...

Yours, Colautti Lela.

Okay, we'll be in Stockard by Thursday...

We'll take you to screw.

He's got a load of chemicals for us to take back to Italy...

Not a bad start.

Listen up...

We should have a load to take there. Are we going to do it empty?

What does it take to find a nice load to take to Stockard?

I'll find your load for Stockard, and in one minute...

But under my conditions.

You have to go through me. -Sure I will...

I'll hit you so hard...

Who do you think you are? The Godfather?

Why should I pay this fool? I'll find it myself.

No, I'm sorry. I know you're capable...

But I always prefer to work with the same people.

I told you, I don't want trouble.

It's for the truck drivers. All united, friends.

What friends?

We're bosses.

Okay. What time do we load up?

They're still there and they're not moving.

What do you care? It's within your rights...

You're bosses, not workers.

These are the stamps, and this is your advance.

Goodbye. -Thanks.

Get there on time, and don't listen to those fools out there.

If you don't leave I'll kill you.

I'll shoot. -You're not shooting anyone.

Nice one, Colautti.

If you make him mad.

Stop.

Let me talk to him.

Colautti, we know your rights...

But my colleagues and I are asking you to cancel this trip.

Who's going to pay my wages? You?

And Matthew? Who took care of him?

What did you tell me that time? "It's not my competence"

Now, I'm telling you; It's not up to your competence...

And get out of the way because I'm not stopping...

I'll run you all over.

Don't listen to them, they're just words...

We decide the terms...

This is what it means to drive your own truck...

Being your own boss, instead of a slave.

I'll tell you what it really means...

We could stop whenever we wanted to before...

Now we've become capitalists we've been stuck in here for 30 hours...

...and I don't know where my ass ends and the seat starts.

A little patience, a few sacrifices...

We'll expand the business, then we'll get some fool to take our place...

That's how Agnielli started out.

Let's just think about that slob who's waiting for us with a load of cash.

He says the Lira has fallen? -Fallen? Where?

From what I understood the Mark has gone up and the Lira has gone down.

Looks like they've cancelled an order in Italy...

There are only 120kg of merchandise...

So that's all he's paying us for.

Couldn't he tell us before?

We can't even pay the expenses for the journey.

But he's our only client. Do you want to lose him?

No, we'll keep him. -Amigos...

(speaking German) -What the hell did he say?

He says he wants to go out and cause some trouble tonight.

He's caused enough trouble, we need to find another client.

Come on, the clock's ticking. If I wasn't around.

Mr Mayer, my friend Agnielli says he's busy...

Hello? No...

We still haven't left. We're looking for another load...

But we haven't found a damned thing. -If you're late...

You won't work in Germany again, Italy as well.

Yes, yes. Good, okay.

Goodbye.

Found another whore?

Wash your mouth out with bleach before you talk about her.

Who is it? -That's my own damned business.

Listen up. Is that your truck outside?

Yes, why? -We heard you're looking for a load.

We've got something. -No more than 70 kilos.

It's a lot less than 70 kilos. -A package...

Do you think we're stupid?

We pay well. 2000 Marks.

At least 3000.

Are you crazy?

I'm seven months behind with our payments for the truck.

All that money for 70 kilo's. You do realise it's not a clean load?

Sure I do. Why else would I ask for 3000?

Take it or leave it?

Okay. -In advance.

As you wish.

Pay him.

Where's the package?

He's not the package is he? -If you want to weigh him...

He weighs around 70 kg. -Hold on a minute...

I can handle some contraband, but I don't like this.

You've been paid and we don't want our money back.

A deal is a deal.

Want a cigarette?

What have you done that's made you want to run away like this?

You've been talking to yourself like a madman for half an hour.

He doesn't understand you, can't you see he's an Arab?

Are you an Arab?

Tunisian? Moroccan?

They're all black. -Fuck off.

Fuck you.

What's up with them today? They're searching everyone.

They're probably looking for our friend.

Don't move and be quiet.

Nice day, isn't it?

Now, we'll have a nice long drive.

Colautti. -Yes?

This guy is serious. He's got a gun.

Stay still...

...and you drive. -What am I doing?

Cooking macaroni? -Listen...

We got you past the border, so it's time for you to leave...

Understood? -You've been paid to take me to Italy...

So you're taking me there. If you try anything I'll kill you.

I'll crack your skull.

You drive.

Remember, both of you...

Next time I'll shoot, and it won't be the first time.

Understood?

Why have you stopped?

Don't you ever take a leak?

Listen, Colautti. Put a rock under the back wheel...

There's ice on the road, we might slide.

Right.

Who can keep it inside in this cold?

Have you done it? -Done.

"Whoever doesn't piss in company will be taken away by the devil."

Us truck drivers are a bit superstitious.

Get the idea? -I got it...

But leave that asshole to me. -If you insist.

Ready? -Yes.

We should throw him down there as well...

As soon as he wakes up he'll look for a telephone...

We'll be marked from the Alps to Sicily. -Don't exaggerate, he isn't Al Capone.

You don't know these people. Let's get a move on...

The sooner we're out of here the better.

Let's see where we are. -It's pointless looking...

I told you we'd use a secondary road after the border...

This is a secondary road.

This isn't a secondary road, it's a third or a fourth...

This is a hundredth.

It's better we break our butts on these holes...

...than by that Mafioso we dropped off.

Let's change the subject, it's better. -Don't worry...

Someone up there loves us.

What is it now?

The brake pads are broken and the axel is bent...

The trailer is kaput.

Getting there by nine tomorrow morning is starting to be a problem.

We're screwed, Colautti.

What are you doing? Giving up?

What should I do?

Try to see sense, idiot...

The truck is made up of two parts; the trailer, which is broken...

...and the secondary trailer. -You want to put it all in there...

...and leave the trailer? -See? You got it.

If we load it all in there we'll be 700kg over the weight limit.

I know. -We might blow the engine.

Maybe. -Or blow a tyre.

Not impossible. -Or get arrested by the cops.

Perhaps. -So?

So what? Do you have a better idea?

Sadly not. -Then start lending a hand.

There's no need to shout...

Peasant.

They're really in trouble.

Need a hand?

Thieves, eh? We didn't see anything.

Where are you going, loaded up like that?

To a place where I'm sure to meet your sister.

Get inside. Leave them...

They're two assholes.

Asshole? -We don't have time to argue.

Come on.

In thirty years of driving this is the first time I've been happy to see fog...

If the traffic cops don't get us, if the mafia don't find us...

...and this beast doesn't fall apart, we'll still arrive on time.

Don't forget the necessary participation of all the saints in the calendar.

The beast can feel it's coming home.

We made it, Colautti.

Go, kid. Go.

The Italian sunshine is unmistakable...

It's almost as nice as the sunshine in Sicily.

Have you finished doing the accounts? -One moment, let me finish...

We've got 160,000 Lira left over.

Every time we change currencies...

It's always less.

They say the falling dollar is to blame.

We always blame others. -Give me a fifty.

What fifty? 50,000 Lira?

As long as you're asking me for money you're happy.

We need it to pay the bills.

We'll put the rest aside.

What do they want?

Go on. Pass.

They had a rethink.

Probably scared of the cargo.

I hate people who stick behind me.

Calm down. Don't let it get to you.

Another fifty five kilometres of this crap and we're there.

These guys are getting annoying. -Tell them to overtake.

What can I do if they don't want to overtake?

What are they doing?

To be honest, you made us do a very dangerous manoeuvre...

What are you doing? Not the truck...

We need it for work.

This way you'll remember. A deal is a deal.

The truck.

We need to put in reverse...

Otherwise it will go over. -Leave it, it's too dangerous.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

What do I do now? -Don't let go of the brake.

I'll try and hook it to something.

Where the hell did they put this cable? -Hurry up, Colautti.

Hurry up. Please.

Hold on, Nino.

I'm holding on.

Colautti.

I can't take much more. -Be strong.

If this truck goes over, I'll throw myself over as well.

It's the ground that's braking, not the truck...

You see?

Hurry up.

All done, Nino.

Be strong, Nino. Now I'll attach it to the guard rail.

Yes, but try to speed things up.

I've almost finished, Nino.

It's attached. You can let go of the brake.

Come on, let go. -What if it doesn't hold?

I said let go. There's nothing else we can do.

Come on. Don't worry, it will hold.

Let go.

You see, it worked.

When Colautti says something it's true.

Get behind the steering wheel.

Put it in reverse.

The cable will wrap around the axel and the truck will pull itself...

Do you feel up to it? -I'm up to it...

We need to see if he is.

Go on, Nino.

Start the engine.

Come on, Nino.

More.

Come on, you son of a... Please.

Move it.

More. Press the accelerator.

Go on. -What are you waiting for?

Watch out, Nino. -I'm begging you.

It's not holding.

Jump, Nino. -No, I want to pull it out!

Colautti, you ready? Come on.

We're ready. Start the engine.

Yes, okay.

It's working, Nino.

Stop.

Colautti...

You'd better hurry if you want to unload at nine.

You won't find another man like me who's willing to help you out...

And remember, I only did it because I'm drunk.

My friend, solidarity has a limit.

I think I've broken my ankle.

I think I've crapped my pants.