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THE MAYOR OF RIONE SANITÀ

Ma'am!

Ma'am!

Signora Armida!

- What are you doing here? - You were off sick, man.

And you call yourself a friend?

Let me light it.

I'll shoot you.

- Dickhead, I'll shoot you for real. - Go ahead!

You think I'm scared?

O'Nait stole your job!

Palummiello!

- Check it out! - Whaddaya say about this?

Shoot!

They're here.

Good evening.

- Who are you? - We called about the operation.

Go.

What the fuck are those two fools laughing at?

I can't walk!

C'mon, you can do it!

Holy Mother, let me rest.

Are you crazy? Come in!

Holy Mother!

Jesus H Christ!

Give me a hand to get him on the table.

Hurry up, the wound's getting infected.

- The doctor's coming now. - Holy Mother!

Don't think about it, it's worse if you do.

Sing!

You need to shut up!

Who can sing right now?

Help me.

Doctor, help me.

- Who are you? - The shooter, 'O Nait.

Immacolata, the syringe.

Don't shout, Don Antonio's sleeping.

- Did you shoot him? - Yes, sir.

Why are you here?

It happened in Via Marina.

At the intersection where you go right for San Giovanni a Teduccio

and left for Pompei.

- Help me! - Don't shout!

Now you'll see, this will relieve the pain.

There.

Well?

When we fired at each other, because he fired too...

- This is his. - What are you doing?

Keep still.

And this?

Well?

I was losing blood and calling for help, but there was no one around.

When he saw me fall down he ran away.

What was I supposed to do, wait for them to arrest me?

Scissors.

You're right, too.

I turned the first corner towards the railway station

and walked off normal, but the further I went the more I could

hear him shout.

At night it kinda freaks you out and besides, we're friends.

Was I s'posed to leave him there?

So I ran back to him so fast, my heart's still pounding.

Luckily I found a taxi and we came here.

I didn't even recognize him, I thought he was just some random.

Or else I would have shot you.

Was I s'posed to leave you there without knowing how bad you were?

No sweat, bro. Just worry about getting better.

- When I'm better, I'll shoot you. - Am I stupid?

Cut it out!

The shooting took place for trivial reasons.

No, the reasons are important.

Enough, I don't want to know.

- But they're important. - Enough, shut up!

Sit over there.

Hell of a way to do things! "I shoot you, you shoot me..."

It's not your fault,

you were born ignorant and ignorant you will remain.

Some water.

You can't drink.

Holy Mother!

Holy Mother... You should've thought of that before you fired.

He's a stinking fag.

No, he's a fag.

You're both fags.

- Don'tcha wanna know what happened? - No, shut up and sit down.

Sit down, come on.

Catiello, the handkerchief.

Here it is, a 9mm.

He should take it to Pompei.

But not to the sanctuary.

I don't think Our Lady needs additions to her bullet collection.

You should put it in the ruins,

to demonstrate what giant strides civilization has made.

Stick him on the sofa, when he wakes up, he can go.

- I want to talk to the Mayor. - Me too.

They want to talk with the Mayor...

Don Antonio's still asleep.

The later he wakes up the better.

- Morning, Doctor. - Hi, Gennaro.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Catiello.

Did he fall asleep right away last night?

Around half past twelve.

After ten minutes I opened the door quietly as usual

and I saw he was sleeping.

- So, he doesn't know about Armida? - No.

- He had been in bed for an hour. - And how is she?

They treated her at the emergency room in Naples.

They gave her 12 stitches.

Sheer madness!

I came back late, or I would have treated her.

Peppe Ciucciù and I took her there.

Peppe Ciucciù called around 2:00am, he said she was asleep.

So I came back.

I've told Antonio a thousand times, but no way.

He adores those animals...

loves them to death

and doesn't realize what a danger they are to the family.

They're ferocious animals, Malavita is a beast.

When she opens her mouth it's like the jaws of hell.

I'll plug her one between the eyes and send her to the next world.

This time Malavita will have to deal with me.

If your father hears you, you're done for!

When he finds out what she did to Mamma, he'll kill the dog himself.

He adores Donna Armida, the dog won't get away with it.

I'll shower and get dressed,

I'm driving to Naples, to the shop.

Immacolata, make two beaten eggs, milk and coffee.

Right.

- Take care, Doctor. - See you.

- Do you want anything? - No thanks, I just had some coffee.

Later?

When Don Antonio wakes up and you bring him his breakfast,

I'll have a glass of milk.

- Some cookies too? - Immacolata, whatever you think.

- Are people coming this morning? - Just a few.

There were going to be ten,

but last night Antonio canceled seven people.

- He comes to Vesuvius to relax. - He's right.

When I think we're going back to Naples I get the shivers.

Antonio...

Did you wake up early this morning?

Catiello never sleeps at night. I'm asking you, Doc.

I operated last night, a gunshot wound.

These two shot at each other,

'O Nait and Palummiello, around four-thirty.

It was a quarter to five...

Okay, we'll discuss it later.

Gioacchino...

- Gioacchino. - Gioacchino is fine where he is.

You have nerves of steel and a cast-iron constitution.

So let's open a blacksmith's shop!

You tell it like it is.

You tell it like it is.

The only thing in this world that tells the truth:

a mirror.

And there's something else that never lies:

death.

A man, Doc, in order to commit injustices,

can pretend to be deaf, dumb, blind,

paralyzed, consumptive...

He can also make you believe he's at death's door.

And the doctors, you included,

must do checks and counterchecks to ascertain if the illness is real.

But when he is dead,

the heart tells the truth, it stops.

And that is the only time a doctor is sure of what he says.

"Death occurred from cardiac arrest."

- Am I right, Doc? - Quite right.

With all the pills you gave me, I slept exactly three hours.

Five hours of sleep would be enough, but three's not.

You can take two pills, one before dinner and one after.

I heard the car, Catiello talking,

and the "Holy Mothers" coming from those two.

I figured it was for an operation,

I thought: if they need me they'll call.

There was no need, we managed.

- Then there was the accident. - The accident?

Have breakfast and we'll talk about it.

Is it that serious?

No, or I would have woken you.

- But it's unfortunate. - I wasn't here, I'm sorry to say.

- Where's my wife Armida? - Here you are.

Now I'll bring some ham and figs.

Wait!

Well, Doc?

Immacolata, were you at home? Speak up.

About what?

Has something happened to my wife?

Armida was bitten by a dog.

- When? - Around one o'clock.

We had all gone to bed, Donna Armida is always the last one.

I heard screaming and I found her more dead than alive,

with her dress in shreds, covered in blood.

Gennarino and Peppe Ciucciù took her to the emergency room in Naples.

I wanted to call you, but she said not to disturb you

or you would have lost those three or four hours of sleep.

It's good, this milk.

Bread and milk is the bestest breakfast.

- This is fresh. - You should drink some at night too.

No, not at night.

- Where is she now? Has she called? - Peppe Ciucciù called.

Madam was asleep, as soon as she feels better he will drive her here.

Was it Munaciello or Malavita?

Madam didn't tell me.

Not Munaciello.

Munaciello is a sensible dog,

he has a certain affection for Armida.

It was Malavita!

Malavita is a savage, she respects no one.

They're dangerous dogs.

Then there was this operation, what happened?

They shot at each other for reasons that are unclear.

It's not a case that interests you.

Why are they here?

They want to talk to you to settle the matter.

First they shoot at each other, then they want to talk to me?

Doc, have you decided?

Antonio, you know me, I'm a sincere man.

I only asked if you've decided.

Does my leaving distress you?

I understand that after years of collaboration and friendship

my decision upsets you,

but if I leave, Antonio Barracano won't have a right-hand man?

Immacolata, I've told you, this is not your job.

Your hands are sweaty and dirty from the kitchen.

- Are they dirty? - Call Geraldina.

I'll call Geraldina.

- Well? - I'm sick of going around in circles.

So when are you leaving?

The day after tomorrow, I have my ticket.

That's Friday, you sure you want to fly on a Friday?

Friday the 13th?

Anyway, up to you, you'll be in New York by Saturday.

What are you saying?

I'll arrange a welcoming committee for you at the airport.

- Is that a threat? - No.

A warning.

At night, when my head touches the pillow I need to sleep.

To do that, my conscience needs to be clear.

When I decide on a matter, in this case, regarding you,

I must be entirely sure that there is no alternative

and I must advise the person involved, now I'll explain.

- Papa, good morning! - Geraldina!

- Did you sleep well? - Not too bad.

Look how clean they are! I'll open your shirt.

- Where's Gennaro? - He's picking out a tie for you.

He said the one I picked out doesn't go with the suit.

That one...

Gennaro has taste!

Whatever I say I'll end up wearing the one...

He likes!

Let's go see.

- Papa, good morning. - Good morning, gimme a kiss.

See which one you prefer.

What's wrong with this one?

A tie is a personal thing, it's a matter of taste.

And my father has never needed advice.

- Choose. - Which one do you like?

To be honest, I like this one.

Do I really have to stand out?

Papa, you're young.

If you wear this tie with that suit no one will have anything to say.

I'll wear this one, as long as you shut up about it.

- When are you going out? - If you hurry we can go together.

- I'm working from home today. - I have to go into town.

I signed three complete sets of furniture for three newlywed couples.

Contracts signed.

They even gave an advance. Guess how much I'll make?

- That's your business. - I think you'll be pleased.

I'm pleased if you're pleased.

And I'm pleased if you're healthy and happy.

- Have the dogs been fed? - No.

- Did you hear about Mamma? - Yeah, he heard.

Papa, if you'll let me, I'll kill Malavita.

- Poor thing. - Poor thing?

Your mother nearly died of fright.

She's getting a bullet between the eyes, that's for sure.

Praise the Lord!

It's sad, I was attached, but an animal like that is better off dead.

Don Antonio, I didn't feed her because I wanted to know from you

if I should put out two bowls or one.

The dogs are mine? It's my business.

Put out two bowls as usual.

All right.

All good?

Papa, you're so handsome.

People ask me: "When are you getting married?"

But where would I find a man like you?

Geraldina, let's go!

Well? You were explaining...

- About your departure? - Yes.

You are free to live the years the Lord has given you,

or to end your existence in ten minutes.

If you leave, Antonio Barracano gives you his word, you're done.

Do you think that's a threat?

You've known me for a long time, how could you think that?

A blowhard makes threats.

And you have no doubt about it at all?

Actually, I do.

Explain to me what "I'm tired of going around in circles" means?

Antonio...

We protect a bunch of crims who are a disgrace.

We've risked jail thousands of times

to help contemptible scum who are a plague on this city.

Victims, you mean.

Because they are ignorant people

and the city feeds on the ignorance of these people.

The crimes and misdeeds the ignorant commit

fuel the huge greedy machinery of this city.

Ignorance is money in the bank.

Put an ignorant man at your side and you'll live well all your life.

But now even the ignorant understand that you need a guardian angel.

And they say, if I go to court to settle this dispute,

even if I have right on my side, my accuser calls upon the angels

he has up his sleeve,

or presents three or four fake witnesses,

that are paid,

that are hired.

"Thou shalt not bear false witness," said Jesus Christ.

If he says so, it means it was done in his day. And it still is, Doctor!

The ignorant, instead of running the risk of going to court,

go directly to their opponent and take justice into their own hands.

They may end up in prison just the same,

but what about their opponent?

He ends up in the cemetery.

Am I not a murderer?

Who killed Gioacchino? Me! You want to know why?

No and I've never asked.

If I tell you I had good reason, you better believe me.

I had good reason, the little skunk had to die.

I gave the court a perfect alibi, backed up by eight witnesses,

I was acquitted for self-defense.

I have a clean record and a firearms license.

- And what does that mean? - I got a leg up.

- And those who don't... - Can go to hell?

They can come to me.

In all these years how much violence have we prevented?

Prevented? I've been patching up heads and bellies for years.

I remove bullets from legs, arms, shoulders.

I've paid a heavy price since the day I met you.

You keep me prisoner in your house like a hostage.

It's the third time my brother's invited me to America

and you want me to miss the opportunity.

If you're going to have me killed in America, why don't you kill me here?

Go on, shoot!

And that'll be the end of it.

How can we kill you? We love you!

You've ruined me...

I'd be an honored professional.

My father taught Medicine at the University of Naples for 40 years,

I've dishonored my family name, I'm a piece of shit!

I'm disgusting, I'm a pile of shit!

- What is it, Papa? - What's going on?

Nothing, I've got a temperature.

- Do you want a glass of cognac? - No, thank you.

Immacolata, help me to my room and get me two hot-water bottles.

Let's go.

Doc...

If you've running a fever you'd better put off the trip.

Right...

If your fever goes down, what will you do? Leave just the same?

I don't know, for now let's hope it goes down.

Here's hoping.

If it suits you,

Pasquale 'O Nasone and Vincenzo Cuozzo have arrived.

What a day!

Geraldina, get the Cuozzo-Nasone folder.

Rafiluccio Santaniello is here with his girlfriend.

- Who's that? - The baker's son.

And there are those two.

Nasone...

- Is it this one? - What's it about?

'O Nasone wants repayment on a promissory note signed by 'O Cuozzo.

With 10% interest the first week that becomes 40% after a month.

- And Santaniello? - We've got nothing on file.

Gennaro, wake those two up. Catiello, show them in.

- Everyone? - Yes.

You got it.

C'mon.

Antonio will see you now.

Antonio...

Don Antonio, good morning.

- Are you Santaniello? - Yes, and this is my fiancée.

Hey, kid!

If we wait a little, we can have a wedding and a christening together.

What can I do for you?

Well, if I may...

- It's complicated. - I see, it's a delicate matter.

Take your fiancée for a walk in the garden,

I'll deal with these matters and send for you.

Whatever you say.

Let's go.

Nasone, I'll be with you in five minutes.

- 'O Nait and Palummiello? - Exactly.

You've been shot in the leg...

What happened?

I work at the port, I pick out a sucker and take them to Colorado,

the nightclub.

I was in bed with bronchitis for 25 days

and this asshole showed up at Colorado and stole my job.

Bread is bread!

I didn't show up, they called me.

- What neighborhood are you from? - Case Nuove.

- And you? - The Sanità.

- Did they have guns? - Yes, sir.

Put them on the bench.

There are two offenses.

One committed by Palummiello against 'O Nait.

Colorado is in his neighborhood.

- What were you doing there? - They called me.

You shouldn't have answered.

You went there? That was wrong.

Bread is bread.

Don't show your face in that neighborhood again.

- Do I have to keep an eye on you? - That won't be necessary.

The other offense is that committed by 'O Nait against me.

Palummiello was wrong, but you can't just shoot someone.

What's the world coming to?

You're from the Sanità neighborhood?

Why didn't you ask for my permission before you shot him?

And why didn't you take him to the emergency room?

You were afraid of being reported?

- And if he wanted to get even? - He'd have shot you!

And there's no end to it.

He shoots you, you shoot him, then your brothers join in...

Your uncles, your cousins, your grandfathers...

It becomes open warfare.

Don't you understand life should be respected? You're young.

- You're from the Sanità neighborhood? - Yes.

Next time I'll have you thrown in jail.

And I'll see to it you don't get any water,

not even a clean handkerchief, I'll see to it you'll get lice.

The matter between you is closed, shake hands.

You've made peace. Catiello, make a note.

The matter had no repercussions.

Go out by the pool and don't move from there.

The next time you want to shoot of your own accord

forget the name Antonio Barracano.

But if you remember it, before you shoot,

ask for my permission.

Take your guns and get out.

- Good luck. - Take care.

Goodbye.

Well now...

What's the word in Naples?

Pasquale? Damn you.

The usual.

My sister had another baby, her sixth.

- Two boys and four girls. - Take a seat.

Where there are children, there are blessings.

Let God's will be done.

Praise be his name.

Shall we take care of this business?

What business?

- Vincenzo has kids too. - Six.

Then there's no shortage of blessings at his house either.

I don't like talking too much.

The days are short, if you knew how short...

This fellow tells me his family is devastated

because of a promissory note,

he's been paying 10% a week for seven months.

To get it over with, he has to shoot you.

- Me? - He ruined me.

I don't earn 300 a week,

I've been paying for seven months and I'm still carrying the debt.

My kids are starving to death and this bastard has no pity.

The end of every month is a torment, my wife sold our mattresses.

I had a van for work, I had to sell it.

But when you needed money you knew how to take it.

Didn't you know what you'd have to pay?

If you'd paid me back after a week

you had a good deal, 300 would have cost you 30.

He can't manage himself.

- It was for my daughter's operation. - Fair enough.

But if I don't get payments am I s'posed to give up?

- I have a family too. - You're a scumbag.

You can afford that car because you rent rooms by the hour.

And your wife...

we all know what her profession is.

Give me the money you owe me and then you can argue.

- Do we want to wrap this up? - He said he wants to shoot me.

He got the guts to do 30 years?

He said it the other day.

Yesterday he came and told me about his new plan.

- Me? - Shut up!

Yesterday you brought me all the money.

- Me? - Will you just shut up?

You brought me all the money yesterday...

Why didn't he bring it to me?

Because he doesn't want to pay the interest on this last month,

so he asked me to step in.

In all human decency,

in seven months this money has made you...

840.

How about Catiello? 840.

Pasquale 'O Nasone can turn a blind eye.

Can anyone deny anything to the amiable Antonio Barracano?

Your every wish is my command.

- Did you bring the note? - Of course.

- Here's the money, here's the goods. - Exactly.

You'll have to make do with tens.

Where's the problem? I have a secret pocket.

- So, we're all good? - You bet.

Catiello, open the drawer for Pasquale.

Be patient, Pasquale.

In here there's three piles of a hundred each.

One...

two...

and three.

We'd better close the drawer.

I counted it,

but would you be so kind as to count it too?

Antonio, what do I count?

The money.

Count it.

Count it slowly, I might have made a mistake in my favor.

One, two, three...

Count slowly, or I'll make you start over.

Six, seven, eight,

nine and ten.

And that's a hundred. Keep going.

Put a bit of spit on them, they slide better.

And that's two hundred.

Count.

But if you look at Vincenzo you'll drop the money.

You dropped one, pick it up.

- And that's three hundred, you happy? - Yes sirree.

Shake hands and you've made peace.

Catiello, make a note: the matter has no repercussions.

Pasquale!

- I'm going. - And where are you going?

You're leaving the money on the table? Take it, it's an offense.

Put it all into one bundle.

Put it in your secret pocket.

Do up your jacket...

Do up your jacket.

You need an escort back to the Sanità?

There's no need.

There's no need because in the Sanità we're all good people.

Say goodbye to Don Pasquale.

Have a good day.

- Take care. - Have a good day.

- This is the note? - Yes.

We can tear it up.

You saved me and my kids, these are the hands of a saint.

Have you taken me for Saint Peter?

May you live to be a hundred!

Make him shout it out!

Don Antonio is our father, he's the father of Naples!

Everyone has to know! We love you, Totò!

Don Antonio is our father, he is the father of Naples!

Totò, we love you!

Louder!

Totò, we love you!

Don Antonio is our father, he's the father of Naples!

Totò, we love you!

Mamma's coming!

It's Peppe Ciucciù, they'll be here in ten minutes.

Gennaro, go meet Mamma at the gate.

Don Antonio, I'm here.

Let your fiancée sit down and explain to me what's so complicated.

Thank you.

- Don't you remember me? - I do.

Your father has a bakery.

- Now he has two. - So, he's expanded?

The first one is the same,

but the one he opened two years ago is modern, it's a gold mine.

Hear that? It's a gold mine.

I heard.

- He has the fanciest clientele. - I go to school near that bakery.

I always buy a bread roll for my snack there.

- Don't you remember me? - Of course.

- I don't see your mother anymore. - As fate would have it...

During a shootout, a bullet flew in the window and struck my mother here.

- Three minutes later she was dead. - Poor woman.

The war.

To hell with war.

Can we get to your conundrum?

I'd like to speak to you alone, it's a very delicate matter.

- The car's here. - Just a moment.

- Mamma! - Baby girl!

No, be careful! It stings everywhere.

Armida, damn you!

Come.

- You're all white. - She had 12 stitches.

- Totò, see? - This is the work of Malavita.

If you'll allow me, I'll take care of Malavita.

Don't hurt yourself with that gun.

If you'll allow me, I'll take care of it.

Wait a moment!

Armida, tell me one thing,

then there will be one gun for Malavita:

mine.

Armida...

When Malavita hurt you, did she come into your room?

No.

What time did it happen?

At one.

I'd forgotten my phone in the car.

How much do I love you?

A lot.

- And do you love me? - Totò...

You suffered last night,

but now who's suffering more, you or me?

You.

And the scar you'll carry on your breast, where will I carry it?

In your heart.

Malavita is on the property to protect our house,

our family, our cars.

You provoked Malavita.

Put the gun away.

The dog was justified.

- How do you feel now? - A bit better, I'd like to lie down.

Come with me, I'll get you some soup.

They said I have to get an anti-rabies shot.

There's no need for that.

I have certificates, the dogs are fine.

Don Antonio...

As you can see, it's not a good time, I'll see you tomorrow.

It's urgent and serious.

Urgent and serious...

24 hours aren't the end of the world.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to kill my father.

Can you say that again?

Tomorrow morning I'm going to kill my father.

- You seem quite convinced. - Yes.

Can you come back in two hours?

- In two hours, okay. - Catiello...

Come on, Santaniello.

- Watch him. - On it.

Just put him in the car and bring him here.

What's Totò done? When will he be back?

It takes time to get back from the pound.

They took the dog less than an hour ago.

- Why didn't Gennaro go with him? - You know what Gennaro's like.

If he doesn't go to the store every day he's at a loose end.

He drove in.

- Peppe Ciucciù... - What?

Don Antonio sent him to Naples on an errand.

What was it?

I didn't understand, he just said:

"Just put him the car and bring him here."

- Who? - I don't know.

I don't know.

Why didn't you go with him?

I had a violent fever, my teeth were chattering.

- Is that true, Immacolata? - Yeah, I took him hot-water bottles.

I only recovered a quarter of an hour ago.

Every time you decide to leave you get a fever.

Evidently the American air doesn't agree with me.

I can feel it long distance and it disagrees with me.

Is the city pound far away?

It's not the first time the dogs have been quarantined.

You know what Antonio's like, he has his own take on the law.

If they maltreat the dog, he'll lose his temper.

He doesn't care where he is, that they're the authorities.

In fact, he gets even madder and it'll end badly.

Then you don't know Antonio Barracano.

Antonio knows how to behave.

He'll get the dog back.

Who's that?

A young man who asked to speak to Don Antonio.

Rafiluccio Santaniello, the baker's son.

- And the girl? - His fiancée.

- How do you feel? - A little better.

I'll send for a sedative in case the wound troubles you.

Thank you, Doctor.

That girl looks pregnant.

Catiello, bring her in.

Come.

Signora Armida said to come in.

Good morning.

- What's your name? - Rita.

And your boyfriend?

- He'll be right back. - Did you come by car?

We can't even afford a scooter.

His father kicked him out. Rafiluccio works at the port on and off.

He works as a porter, a laborer, a toilet attendant,

anything.

When he earns something he gives it to me, but if he doesn't...

- The two of you are starving. - No, the three of us.

Immacolata, give her something to eat.

The pain's coming back, I'm not going to sleep tonight.

Heaven's above! Do you want me to help you?

No, I can manage.

Come with me.

Catiello, go get this filled out.

Right away.

Sit down, I'll heat some pasta for you.

- Eat something. - No.

I'm going to my room. Eat up.

The lady wanted me to eat. I wasn't hungry.

Eat up, enjoy it.

Thank you.

I'm done.

- The dog? - The dog?

How's the dog?

Fine.

I'm getting her back in seven days. All good.

- Are you Santaniello's fiancée? - Not his fiancée...

- That's what he said. - That's what he tells strangers.

But between us he calls me his woman.

You know what it means when a man says that?

- Yes. - What does it mean?

- You don't know? - I know.

I want to know if what I know is the same as what he told you.

First tell me what you know.

"My woman" is used neither for a fiancée nor a wife,

because in both cases the expression would be offensive to the woman.

A wife is a wife.

And to refer to her, a man would say "my lady wife".

A serious man uses "my woman" only in two cases.

First, when he absolutely needs to speak about his mistress,

but the person he is speaking to must be a trusted man.

Second, in unfortunate circumstances,

when a vigilant and feisty man

wants to save a woman, let's say, a prostitute,

from a group of spirited men.

So what does he do?

He declares temporary possession of the female in question

and says: "Hands off this one.

She's my woman."

In your day maybe it meant that,

you're long in the tooth.

- Now it means something else. - And what does it mean?

I used to work in the same street where the bakery is,

every day I'd go to buy bread from Rafiluccio's father.

- What's that got to do with it? - Wait! Listen.

One day I was buying the bread.

- "Wanna go see a movie tonight?" - Santaniello?

No, a mechanic.

I said: "I'm sorry, I don't go to the movies with people I don't know."

"No?" said the mechanic, "That means I'll go with Rafiluccio."

"Rafiluccio, are you coming?"

Rafiluccio said: "No, I have a date."

And he looked me right in the eye.

"I have a date at nine on the dot

outside the Santa Lucia movie theater." And he kept his eyes on me.

And I knew.

At nine on the dot, outside the cinema,

I felt Rafiluccio's arm slipping under mine.

Everything went blurry.

From that moment on I don't care about anything else.

I don't see the people on the street, I don't look at the stores,

if people speak to me I don't listen.

When I'm with Rafiluccio I'm happy

and anything goes.

You get it? I found Rafiluccio and Rafiluccio found me.

The two soulmates found each other?

- Do you know Rafiluccio's deal? - Of course.

He's stubborn, he's had this obsession for three months.

Do you think he'd be right to do it?

When I'm with him I think he's right,

but when I'm not with him I don't think he's right.

Have you tried to make him change his mind?

Me? What can I do?

It's like a disease, he doesn't sleep at night.

I was supposed to talk to Don Antonio, not you.

Forgive her, she didn't realize who she was talking to.

You need to keep your mouth shut.

I asked her questions.

She should have said she doesn't know anything.

If you want to talk to me, I'm ready.

Rita, go take a walk.

Let me hear what he says.

Get some air.

Don Antonio, tell him to let me stay.

Immacolata!

Keep the girl company. Come with me.

Help him, Don Antonio.

Sit down, I gotta talk to him.

Sit down and tell me about it.

Don Antonio, well...

Don Antonio, I...

Don Antonio...

Don Antonio, Don Antonio...

Santaniello!

A few hours ago you came to me

and with mathematical certainty, coldly, you said:

"I'm going to kill my father."

Now I see you're hesitant.

You've changed your mind and you haven't the guts to say so.

Don't worry, come with me.

No, Don Antonio...

If I seem hesitant it's because I've never had the honor of meeting you.

When you're mentioned people bow their heads.

Out of respect, I'm lost for words in your presence.

You are intimidating, but a man must be a man

and what I said before holds until tomorrow.

So, tomorrow morning you'll kill your father?

It's my fate.

Why? Where is it written?

Let's say you saw it written, is that how you decided?

Why have you come to me?

If you've come to ask for my help, I'll step in, I'll help.

But if you say you've made up your mind because a man must be a man,

I'll reply that a man can be a man only when he is not stubborn,

when he realizes that it's time to reverse a decision and he does so.

When he recognizes his mistake,

he takes responsibility for it and apologizes.

When he can handle and temper his courage and his fear

to the same degree.

I'm the man, do you want my advice or do you want to go?

- Don Antonio... - You're a father and a son.

Why doesn't he understand that?

When I was born, he was already in the house, when he was born I wasn't.

Arturo's not a father, he's a bastard.

If you've come to me for advice,

I'll decide whether your father's a bastard or not.

Maybe you're the bastard, let's continue.

Let's continue.

What can I say?

I'm begging on the streets,

while my father makes a fortune in his bakery.

I bought train tickets to get here, if we lose them, we're stuck here.

- Look. - Close it.

Close it.

- When did you last see your father? - 13 months ago.

How did you part?

He said: "You're no son of mine.

Find a job and never set foot in my house again."

And since then people have gone to your father to say things about you

and other people have come to you to say things about him.

- You haven't spoken to him since? - No.

I haven't asked why you fell out,

but there are two church bells and I like hearing them ring together.

One bell only is for the dead,

as you can see I'm alive and I don't need only one bell.

May I?

My father needs to hear how things are from you and what I intend to do.

If he doesn't give me my due as his son...

I told you...

But you're armed!

- You're armed. - Yes.

- Antonio, what's wrong? - Catiello...

He comes in here in with a gun?

- He's here. - Send him in.

Go with Catiello, I'll call you.

- You'll call me? - Go on, off you go.

You come here with a gun? I'll break it over your head.

- You'll call me? - Shut up!

Move it!

It will take half an hour.

- Don Arturo Santaniello! - At your service.

For goodness' sake... come in.

Is it all your property?

From here you can't see anything.

As far as the olive grove 4km away, from here to the sea is mine.

Land didn't cost anything back then.

Not a lot.

Come with me, I'll take you upstairs, there's a better view.

Peppe, keep an eye out.

I built a nice pool in here.

I built it up over time, I put up buildings, houses,

I put in sewerage.

Right.

It's a slice of paradise.

You call an architect, an engineer...

You call them and you'll go broke. We do it all ourselves.

I have an old guy, a master builder from the old days.

There's no shortage of laborers.

My cousin Catiello does the paperwork:

stone, cement, bricks, fittings...

My wife Armida does the interiors...

We work cheaply.

But you need planning permission.

You know,

this area's out of range, we're right under Vesuvius.

It doesn't occur to people that you can build here.

And then there's the envelope.

The envelope?

The envelope.

Before you close it, you put cash inside.

The envelope.

You don't need architects or engineers, people with degrees.

When they find an uneducated guy like me who wants to build, they back off

only when he's bankrupt or in the insane asylum.

Right.

I knew you by name,

but I'd never had the honor of speaking to you.

The honor's all mine.

I often see you pass by the bakery, I know that you live in the Sanità.

Exactly.

I remember the famous trial.

- Were you in court? - No...

I follow the crime news.

That trial was a triumph!

Pictures in the paper with the attorney...

I got De Fonseca to defend me.

Eight rebuttal witnesses, I got off for self-defense.

The witnesses were genuine?

- No, they were fake. - And De Fonseca?

He didn't know,

he presented the witnesses not knowing they were fake.

That's another one with a degree...

If you want to win a case, the lawyer must never know the truth.

How do they say? A lawyer is like a confessor.

And I don't confess!

The witnesses were fake

and I was genuine.

I have three broken ribs

and half my jaw is metal.

Under here it's all scars.

They sewed it by hand with wire.

Gioacchino, the watchman at the Marvizzo Farm broke it.

An asshole, even though he's dead.

You see, my family is of humble origins.

We were goatherds, I grazed the goats.

He took an obsessive dislike to me, go figure why...

"Gioacchino, why do you let everyone graze their goats on your land

but not me?"

Believe me, he'd point his gun at me...

"I'm in charge of this land! It's okay for the others, but not you!"

And one morning...

I'd eaten a little bread and cheese.

That night I went to work

and I fell asleep under a tree.

The goats wandered onto the Marvizzo Farm.

I wake up under a shower of slaps, punches and kicks

all over my body.

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or it was real,

all I could hear was the voice of that asshole saying...

"Now you'll remember the watchman from the Marvizzo Farm!"

I thought the mountain was falling down!

See this face? A mask of dirt and blood.

That bastard left me lying there

and ran off.

Maybe he thought he'd killed me.

No!

I didn't wake up 'till night.

I went to the emergency room, but said I'd fallen down a ravine.

The days passed

and I couldn't sleep anymore.

I couldn't eat, I couldn't taste my food.

My mother, God rest her soul: "I made you pasta and beans."

And me: "Mamma, I love you, go away!"

My father was worried: "Are you in love?"

"I'm not in love with anyone, go away!"

I slammed the doors, it was like I was electric.

The fever...

A fever over 100, 102 that was eating me alive.

How can I explain it to you?

My mother called three doctors,

none of them could explain my illness.

I'd walk the streets and I'd see Gioacchino,

I'd actually see him.

I'd look in a store window and I'd see him.

I'd see him next to my bed at night, I couldn't sleep anymore.

I said: "I'm young, I don't want to die."

I was fixated: "If he doesn't die, I can't live".

It's either him or me, either him or me...

Then, one morning...

I got hold of a switchblade

and slowly approached the Marvizzo Farm.

He never got a chance to raise his gun before I...

"Was that you?"

"No, don't kill me," he said.

"It wasn't you?" "Don't kill me, I swear!"

"And swear on your children!" "I swear on my children!"

"And swear to God!" "I swear to God!"

That bastard swore on his children and to God.

If he had said that it was him, I would have forgiven him, instead...

And then, Don Arturo,

when the hand moves...

it becomes automatic.

So many years have passed,

but I still haven't given that arsehole Gioacchino

the last stab.

Three broken ribs...

a smashed jaw.

A mask of dirt and blood.

Excuse me...

Couldn't you report him to the authorities?

Right.

I'm wasting your time with my story.

No, for heaven's sake, not at all.

I've had the honor of speaking with you in confidence.

Only because the conversation was between me and you,

if instead of two of us there'd been three,

my mouth would have been...

I understand.

Armida!

My lady wife.

I've prepared a bottle.

My respects, Arturo Santaniello.

A pleasure.

Armida...

- How do you feel? - A little better.

Excuse me.

I called you here to ask you a favor

and to contribute with my intervention

in solving a dispute that no one likes, not even you,

if we resort to the healthy feelings of an honest man such as yourself.

What is it?

I am at your disposal for any reason.

You are too kind, for heaven's sake.

I know that there's bad blood between you and your son Rafiluccio.

Do I have a son?

I have spoken to you as a man, so answer as a man.

You have a son called Rafiluccio.

No, I had a son called Rafiluccio,

I don't even remember him.

Is this fracture really unable to be healed?

I've been a baker since I was 12.

With work, sacrifice and knowing my trade,

today I have two thriving bakeries.

I still wake un po' at five every morning,

I work hard.

Rafiluccio is a slacker, a bum, rude and disaffected.

If I tell you...

This was in the past,

then I stopped treating him as a son.

I say: "Rafiluccio, you're not going out tonight,

stay with me, we'll watch TV."

"No, there's someone I have to see..." All excuses.

He prefers his friends to me.

You know, my wife was killed in a shootout.

We lived on the first floor and a roving bullet struck her here.

We were left all on our own.

"Take this paper to City Hall tomorrow or the terms will expire."

After three days,

the paper was still in his jacket pocket.

To tell you another, on Fridays I eat codfish.

On Thursday afternoons I ask him to soak it,

at night I come home and have you put it in to soak?

No and nor had Rafiluccio.

Do you know to what extent he is disaffected?

I have a portrait of my wife, God rest her soul,

I had it done the same size as my portrait.

Every Friday I change the candles, the flowers...

I do it out of devotion.

"Rafiluccio, tomorrow we must change the candles."

Like talking to the air!

If I don't change the candles, my wife goes without.

And what does that mean?

That when I close my eyes, our portraits will stay in the dark.

He's a lazy loafer.

I'm a worker, he's a parasite, we can't get on.

- He's disaffected. - But if you help him...

If I open my wallet.

You say: "If I open my wallet, my son will be affectionate."

Didn't you know? First you make children then you buy them.

- I don't want to spend. - You have two stores.

No, if you mean the second store, it's best he steers clear of it.

There's no male staff,

there are only girls with sky-blue uniforms and caps

and in Naples it has been effective.

And then there's a Russian girl who does my books.

Is this Russian attractive?

If we talk about the first store,

that's where I am.

And wherever I am it's best if he's not there.

And then my private affairs, with all due respect for Antonio Barracano,

must stay private, I have no intention of publicizing them.

Absolutely right.

There's one thing I can tell you.

This isn't about two strangers,

it's between father and son

and if my son came to ask for your protection,

you have to understand that he's not asking it of a stranger

but of his father.

Your son didn't come to put himself under my protection,

but to tell me his intentions, which for now I cannot divulge.

I can believe it.

I believe you for the person that you are,

but I must ask you not to get involved in this matter,

it is a private family matter.

- Do not be offended. - Not at all.

Everyone is master in their own home, Rafiluccio can forget about my money.

You have a fine gold watch.

I bought it many years ago,

at a charity auction.

Take care.

Some years ago I was walking with my son Gennaro in the countryside.

I liked walking with him because he gesticulated when he talked.

Talking, he said to me:

"When you go to the graveyard, will all this property be mine?"

- At eight years of age? - Yes.

So sons wait for their fathers' deaths?

Are Geraldina and Gennaro waiting for my death?

I replied: "No, Gennaro, not when I go to the graveyard.

It's all your property now."

I called a notary, I had everything divided equally,

I paid the taxes and made the whole lot over to my children.

Now when they call me Papa,

I know and they know what that word means.

Would you give me a moment?

Go ahead.

Are you under his protection?

- I told you that's not why he came. - I came for another reason.

That's not my business.

It is your business, in and out.

Don Antonio, I don't understand.

But this slime bag should not have dared to bother you and me.

He and I have cut all ties,

he's left my house and what he does is his business.

And that slut will never enter my house.

- Who enters instead? - Be well, Don Antonio.

That whore who sent you gaga

and now spends your money?

The Russian slut!

What was that?

I can't find work because wherever I go they ask:

"Why did your father fire you?"

They slam the door in my face, he discredits me.

He lies about me to justify firing me.

But he splashes out for his whore, whatever she wants.

Any amount for his whore.

It's my money.

I bring who I want in my home.

You can forget the bakery, I never want to see you again!

Rafiluccio, you're scaring me.

Here's your fiancée complete with future offspring.

- Totò, what's going on? - Nothing.

Nothing.

You disgust me.

Don Antonio, I'll go now.

I'm sorry I can't bring myself to do as you ask,

I am at your complete disposal for anything else.

I admire you and respect you, as you deserve,

but as far as my family's affairs are concerned,

mind your own business.

You said the wrong thing.

I'm not talking about what you just said,

but everything you said since you came.

- That's your opinion. - Shut up.

When I speak, you need to shut up.

Also because if you'd said the right thing it'd be the same.

Because with me you have a big handicap:

I don't like you.

Holy Mother!

Baker, no one has ever said to me: "Mind your own business."

Maybe because you've never entered into private, family matters.

No, because I let you get too familiar.

And this familiarity made you forget my name.

I'd better remind you:

my name is Antonio Barracano.

And with that?

I am an honest man,

I work.

I respect the law and my name is Arturo Santaniello.

Are you armed?

No, I'm not armed!

Don Antonio Barracano knows exactly

how to behave with an unarmed man.

Put your guns on the table.

All of you.

Don Arturo...

You're a horrible man.

This judgment comes from a man such as you

and I accept it.

You're a big piece of scum.

Duly noted and I beg your pardon.

You're trash.

I kiss your hand and ask forgiveness if my presence in this house

has soiled its purity.

Trials can be rigged

up to a certain point.

Evidence can be procured,

not always.

Witnesses can be bought,

but there are those who can't be bought.

A little patience from me

and a little prudence from you.

The law is made well, Don Arturo,

it's men who devour each other.

How can I put it?

Cunning devours ignorance.

I defend the ignorant.

Peppe...

The guys are downstairs.

They'll take you back to town.

He's not a man...

- He's a worm. - I can't even look at him.

He's your father, that's his power. He understands that and you don't.

- It's a life sentence! - A life sentence!

- Let's think about us. - Save me.

He's your father and if you don't care you're a scumbag too.

Listen to me,

if I help you, your father will go to the next world in less than 24 hours.

I'll explain. Armida, listen.

Doctor, Catiello, Peppe, everybody listen.

You go to your father's bakery, you arrive and you wait.

As soon as you're sure, you fire five shots,

four should hit home and get rid of him,

one shot has to hit the store window.

Your father had the gun, he shot first,

you disarmed him and did the rest.

Wrongful termination, refusal to pay support, he lives with a prostitute.

- I can have you cleared completely. - So...

Was I speaking German?

He's your father, you can't do it and I can't help you.

Don't get hung up on matters of principle.

At times a man can get into trouble

'cause he says one word too many and he's worried what his friends'll say.

- But his friends understand. - Of course.

You're young, you have your life ahead of you.

The Holy Virgin will help you, if there are children she always helps.

- He's getting his driver's license. - With a license we'll find a job.

Remember what I said half an hour ago.

A man is a man when he understands it's time to reverse a decision.

Isn't that right, Doc?

I can't reverse my decision.

It's not my fault, believe me.

When I think of that man... I can't even call him my father.

Look at my hands, they're shaking.

I can't think of anything else, I can't sleep.

I can't speak, I can't sleep, I can't eat.

I can only think of one thing.

"Get out, thought! Get out!"

And it won't go, Don Antonio.

If a friend speaks to me, I hear my father's voice.

I close my eyes and I see him, I open them and I see him.

At night I see him next to my bed.

Look at the state I'm in.

I can't live like this,

I have a continuous fever of 100, 102, that's eating me alive.

I don't want to die,

I'm young, I don't want to die.

It's either him

or me.

It's either him or me,

it's either him or me, Don Antonio.

- We can't both live. - Come here.

It's either him

or you.

You can't both live.

You asked me to step in, so leave it to me.

But Arturo is your father and he needs to know why you came to me,

what your intentions are

and why I've decided to intervene.

Armida...

Look at him, he's all cold.

Sit down.

Doc, come with me. Catiello, get the car. Peppe...

You eat, I'm going into town, I'll be back late.

Wait for me here.

Don Antonio, everything's okay...

- You're not waiting for anyone, huh? - No, Mamma's right next door.

Here, buy a new ball.

Thanks.

Don Arturo, will you close up?

- You can go. - Good night.

Goodbye.

Come and get me at the bakery.

- All good? - It's all good with Santaniello.

I don't feel very well. Take me home.

- The house on Vesuvius? - No, here in town.

Doc, I called Immacolata.

Tonight we'll have dinner at home.

We'll invite some friends.

Call those who came this morning.

- Everyone? - Everyone.

Doc, make sure 'O Cuozzo is the first to come.

All right.

Don Antonio, you're back at last!

Good evening, Don Luigi.

Just for tonight, tomorrow I'll go back to Vesuvius.

If it doesn't turn cold, Don Antonio prefers to stay there.

I know.

But it's better when you're here.

Come back soon.

Antonio, what's wrong?

I feel dizzy, it must be because I never sleep.

Peppe?

Take the car, I need you to run an errand.

Antonio, how are you?

I did what you said.

Everyone's coming tonight, they all confirmed...

What's wrong?

There.

Instead of saying you didn't feel well and you wanted to rest,

couldn't you tell me the truth?

I'd have taken you to the emergency room.

What happened?

He must have thought I had bad intentions.

I don't know...

how things happened.

He already had the knife or took it from the counter, I don't know.

All I remember is when he stabbed me a customer came in.

Who was it?

'O Cuozzo.

Now I understand 'O Cuozzo.

Santaniello fled and 'O Cuozzo was with him.

But weren't you armed?

Of course I was.

I had a gun.

But my daughter Geraldina passed before my eyes,

I thought about my family,

I thought: if I shoot the chain of crimes will grow.

I pressed my hand on the wound and came to you.

I told our friends about dinner tonight

and 'O Cuozzo promised he'd come.

But don't you see the danger?

If 'O Cuozzo shoots his mouth off,

my sons will end up in jail.

But wasn't 'O Cuozzo the one who said:

"Don Antonio is the father of Naples. Totò, we love you"?

Antonio, your wound is six centimeters deep.

I've bandaged you up as best I can.

- Let's make a run to the hospital. - No!

Make a complaint against parties unknown.

That's for the authorities.

What about my family?

And my sons?

Everyone knows I went to speak to Santaniello,

they'll figure it out immediately.

Gennaro!

Armida, Catiello, Geraldina...

All of them against Santaniello.

More bloodshed.

More vendettas.

Enough.

I've had enough.

Enough.

It's Immacolata, calm down.

Good evening.

I brought the chickens like you said, there's salad, cheese...

Take it all to the kitchen and get it ready.

Shall I open the windows?

No, leave it.

You're leaving the day after tomorrow?

You're leaving.

Tonight at dinner we'll wish you a good trip

and a good time in America.

Doc...

I can't feel a thing.

I'm sweating, that's all.

We need to stay calm,

we need to keep our cool.

Immacolata, some water.

- See? You're starting to drink. - I'm thirsty.

You're not thirsty, your peritoneum is burst and your spleen is ruptured.

A friend of mine is expecting you in America, I just called him.

I told him you've been with me all these years,

that you served the cause with loyalty.

But the most important thing,

I told him to introduce you to his friends and see they respect you

as if you were me.

Do you think that's all right?

Thirsty work, this spleen thing.

It happened an hour ago, do we have another hour?

- Don't even say that. - Yes or no?

Yes.

Before you leave, I'd like you to do me a favor.

I want you to take care of the dogs Munaciello and Malavita.

The family's not really crazy about those two dogs.

My wife will definitely give them away.

They might end up in the hands of an Arturo Santaniello.

A couple of syringes and you can...

Easy enough.

Don't worry.

Don't make them suffer.

I want to get changed,

I don't want my wife and my kids to see me

in this condition tomorrow morning.

Get rid of the blood-stained clothes.

What else do we have to do?

Prepare a death certificate.

- There's no need. - Let's do it.

- I'll do it when the time comes. - What will you write?

Whatever you want.

Heart attack, Doc.

All right.

There is an afterlife, isn't there?

Of course!

If I run into Gioacchino I'll spit in his face.

- This is 'O Cuozzo. - Here's hoping.

Rafiluccio and his fiancée.

- What are they doing here? - Send them in.

Come in, Don Antonio's in here.

Good evening, Don Antonio.

I needed to see you, I didn't know where to find you.

Luckily, I ran into 'O Cuozzo

and he told me you're staying in Naples and that you invited him here.

- And? - Donna Armida is a saint.

She was so nice to me, I was moved.

It was like talking to my mother.

She said she'd let us have a two-room apartment.

She's taken a shine to Rita, when we're settled we'll pay rent.

And your son says Rafiluccio can work with him.

I thought about what you said.

A man is a man when he understands he has to reverse his decision.

I want to be a man.

Don't worry about that business with my father anymore.

It was the Holy Virgin!

Good for the Holy Virgin!

I'm so pleased.

I'm pleased, the conversation with your father had a positive outcome.

- What did he say? - What did he say?

"Tell me how much I have to give to my son Rafiluccio."

I aimed high, he tried to bargain with me,

but then in my presence, he had to give in.

Really?

Now I'll give you the money, then I'll get it from your father.

Doc, you know where the safe is.

Here, and the best of luck.

I don't know how to thank you.

Thank you, Don Antonio.

Don't mention it, kid.

Just worry about having lots of babies.

And now if you don't mind leaving...

- We're expecting company. - We'll go.

Immacolata, see them out.

Good evening.

- Antonio, how do you feel? - I can't feel a thing.

I'm sweating, that's all.

- Doctor, white wine or red? - Red wine with roast chicken.

The door!

- I'm going. - It's 'O Cuozzo.

- Good evening. - Come in.

Holy mother, it's pouring!

Go in.

Good evening.

- Good evening, Doc. - Take a seat.

Don Antonio, good evening.

This is the last time you'll see Antonio Barracano.

What are you saying?

There's nothing to be done.

We're losing a great friend.

It's a delicate matter.

What happened in the store an hour ago, you're the only witness.

- There was no one in the store... - He was there at the right time.

Antonio is worried about this.

He knows who you are, how devoted you are to him...

What are you talking about?

About what happened an hour ago at the bakery.

What happened?

'O Cuozzo!

An hour ago, weren't you outside the bakery,

while I was talking with Santaniello?

No, an hour ago I was at home, you're wrong.

You were home? I'm wrong?

- You didn't see anything? - No, I didn't see anything.

And that's why I sent for you,

that's exactly what I wanted to hear.

Doc!

We can relax,

this dirtbag won't talk.

When you came in you looked me in the eye

and you understood the situation.

The doctor explained it to you

and you got to safety.

This evening we're celebrating the doctor going to America.

It's an excuse, we can tell you,

you'll keep your mouth shut.

You won't breathe a word.

With all my friends here, tomorrow they'll be able to say I became ill.

What happened? Nothing.

Antonio had a bad heart.

'O Cuozzo... Heart attack.

You'd better stay too,

eat some chicken, drink a glass of wine,

so tomorrow you can be a witness too.

A fake one, though.

See? I'm right.

Going around in circles...

No.

I'm right.

A Don Antonio Barracano today, another tomorrow, another after that,

and maybe my kids' kids' kids and those of this dirtbag

will find a world that turns just the same, but not so round,

more on the level.

Do you agree, Doc?

It's been ages since you and I have agreed on anything.

Give me a hand, I want to get changed.

No?

Wait.

I was threatened.

I know. You have a family too.

- Don't leave me like this. - What do you want?

- Say goodbye, Antonio. - Goodbye.

And shake my hand.

No.

No handshake.

Did they leave you all alone?

Let go of me!

We're all friends here, you needn't worry.

- What is this place? - It's an apartment.

Immacolata is setting the table, friends are coming to dinner.

You need to relax.

Immacolata, keep going.

I'm a man,

not a baby you can carry around wherever you want.

Is there justice in this world or not?

A citizen can't go anywhere without being attacked by bullies and crooks

who get you into trouble?

I'm an honest man, I work for a living. Let me go.

Immacolata, weren't you singing?

The little shit.

Are you happy now?

You sent your father to prison.

You managed to ruin my life.

Catiello, you told me to bring the checkbook, I brought it.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Name your price. How much do you want?

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me!

Am I not worthy of a reply?

It's you!

Arturo Santaniello, good. Look where you wound up.

I was an honest man and I minded my own business.

And that's why you're here now, and this is definitely your business,

that you began with your eyes closed and you'll finish eyes wide open.

Vincenzo, what are you doing there?

Come in.

Come.

- The door! - I'll go.

Immacolata, open the windows.

Pasquale.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for the invitation.

Good evening, guys.

Come in.

Antonio... He's here too?

Pasquale,

just ignore him.

You're right, he's not worth it.

Good evening.

Let's go to the table.

Immacolata, when you're ready.

Santaniello, you here, next to Don Antonio.

I don't like the look of Antonio.

Go get Armida, hurry.

Here's the chicken!

Enjoy your meal.

Immacolata, eat with us.

But there's the gentleman.

The gentleman isn't hungry.

Forgive me, everyone,

but I'm not feeling well.

- Antonio! - Pasquale...

Human nature's like that.

Just when everything's going well,

you get a stab wound in the guts.

It's nothing.

Tonight I called you

to give a send-off to the doctor...

who's leaving for America.

In all these years he's been by my side,

he's served the cause.

- Palummiello, how do you feel? - A bit better, thanks.

And he would still be with us

if I hadn't told that it was enough,

that the time has come.

We must enjoy our family, retire into private life.

Let's hope in time there'll be no more need for an Antonio Barracano.

Are you really going to leave us like this?

'O Nait...

All things must end.

And they end well when they end with good food

and good company.

I'm glad to see you here.

I heard that the difficulties you had with your son are over.

Don Arturo was distressed by an issue with his son,

but fortunately, I sorted the matter out for him.

Don Arturo, I have done what you asked,

I gave your son the money you asked me to give him.

Don Arturo...

didn't have his checkbook with him,

so I helped him out.

But have you brought it?

Yes, sir.

Give it to the doctor.

Doc, make it out to Armida Barracano.

You know the amount.

Sign it.

Give this check to my wife.

Why's everybody so quiet?

Eat!

Drink!

Just look at this chicken!

Eat up.

- Did you cook it? - Of course.

- Enjoy! - You too, Palummiello.

I'm starting, enjoy!

Antonio Barracano is dead.