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FROM CORLEONE TO BROOKLYN
(The Sicilian Boss)

Don. Vito, it would be my honour
to offer you a Sambuca.

Moving to New York was a good idea.

If you ask me, you should
have come sooner.

- It's different here.
- We've done good business so far.

Now we're working together
it's going to be even better.

And you're amongst friends here,
and it needs to stay like that.

Like artichoke leaves.

How do you say it in Sicilian?
I forget the word.

- Clan.
- Good.

That's how we have to be,
like an artichoke clan.

And if you ever miss Italy,
you'll find everything you want here.

Salvatore, your pasta with
sardines is pretty good, right?

Modestly speaking,
better than in Palermo.

What did I tell you?

Some son of a bitch tipped them off.

- Your name, please?
- Fernandez, I'm a Venezuelan citizen.

You mind showing me your
passport and entry visa?

What do you think?
Not a bad forgery, right?

We're taking you back to headquarters.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to call my lawyer.

Okay.

- What do we do? Look for him?
- Where?

We'd have to search all of Brooklyn.

Let's get back to the office.

Roberto Fernandez, Venezuelan citizen.

Vito Ferrando, Italian.
Born in Turin, August 6th 1936.

We found the other one in his car.

Ferrando or Fernandez must be
involved in the drugs trade.

And he's someone who counts,
according to our source.

Get the photos to Italian
and Venezuelan Interpol.

Let's see if they can
tell us something useful.

In the meantime,
send all his details to the FBI.

I wanted to tell you...

The bosses know someone tipped us off.
You need to find whoever it was.

I wouldn't think of anything else
if I were you.

I wouldn't sleep at night.
Just some advice.

Okay.

- You've been to Palermo before, right?
- Yes, a couple of times.

In that case,
we're all at your disposal.

Salvatore Santoro was killed
in Rome three days ago.

Noted boss of the Palermo Mafia.

Shortly before, he'd dined with
two men and a woman in a restaurant.

Who you haven't been able to identify.

No.
No witnesses.

As for the statements from the diners
in the restaurant, it's even worse.

Vague, confusing.
Each one different to the other.

Fear.

They don't give a damn.

And so, once again, the police
have to deal with it alone.

And seeing as the order
must have come from here.

I've decided to stay for
a couple of days.

- A couple of days?
- Not enough?

Why? Anything's possible.
In a sense things are easier here.

We know them all here,
like Salvatore Santoro.

We know everything here.

Look.

Money laundering, drugs, contraband.

Prostitution rackets.

It's like a concrete jungle.

Salvatore Santoro controlled this area.
Along with his brother, Francesco.

And this area is controlled by
Michele Barresi, a Corleone Mafia boss.

I know him, his organisation
also has branches in Rome.

Seems he's pulling the strings
in some big kidnappings.

Unfortunately we've never
had anything on him.

In that case it's possible Santoro
was killed by one of his own men.

- Or by one of Barresi’s men.
- Why not Barresi himself?

Perhaps.

But it's unlikely.

Now Santoro's brother might also
get killed or Barresi's found dead.

The Mafia's unpredictable.
I did the only thing I could.

I've got some men watching Francesco
Santoro, given that Barresi's disappeared.

Listen, Danova, can you
recommend a good hotel?

My sister-in-law owns a guesthouse.
Modest, but very clean.

Okay, I'll go for your
sister-in-law's guesthouse.

- How long will you be staying, sir?
- I don't know, it depends.

- But don't call me sir anymore, okay?
- Yes, sir.

Don. Francesco, my condolences
for the death of your brother.

- He was a man who always did good.
- Thank you.

Even Jesus Christ was betrayed by Judas.

Santoro!

Come on!
Step on it!

A white van.
License plate 22-28-39.

It just left the market.

They're heading towards
the Calza district.

The crossroads by piazza Fonderia.

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

His shoulder's wounded.

Locascio, contact headquarters,
but be very discreet.

Call one of our ambulances
and take him back to the precinct.

That way we'll have less
to worry about.

It's almost as if Barresi signed
the slaying at the market.

This man is Salvatore Scalia.
His right-hand man.

His sister Liana is his lover.

And them?

He's another of Barresi’s men.
The other one's a car thief.

He's got nothing to do with the Mafia.

I knew the dead guy.
It's Salvatore Scalia.

We'll get the exclusive.

Francesco Santoro's killers.
Two were arrested and one was killed.

The dead guy was called
Salvatore Scalia.

Yes, Scalia.

Francesco Santoro's Killer.

I can't believe it.
Salvatore Scalia dead.

It must have been that journalist
who arrived straight after.

He even took a photo.

Idiot, he was in such a hurry
he got his facts wrong.

Put me through to The Sicilian Daily.

Wait.

Let's announce the news tomorrow.

- Why?
- I don't know.

But I've got a good feeling about this.
Someone might slip up.

The man we arrested yesterday,
for example.

He hasn't talked,
and he won't talk.

- Scalia's sister, Liana.
- You can rule her out.

Either way we'll have more time
to question him, right?

Okay, let's hope this doesn't
land me in any trouble.

At worst they'll transfer you.

From Palermo they'll send you
to Montecatini Terme.

Make the most of it and you'll
cure your liver as well.

No, he still isn't fit enough
to be questioned.

Not because of the shoulder
wound, that was nothing.

But he still hasn't recovered
from the trauma.

When can I talk to him?

Soon, tomorrow,
or the day after tomorrow.

- Okay?
- Not really.

For someone who died in a
shootout, I've performed a miracle.

You read the papers.

Then you need to perform another
miracle, keep this quiet until tomorrow.

- So Scalia's death seems real.
- Okay, if you insist.

The staff here are all ours,
I'll answer for them personally.

Thanks.

You see what kind of store
the Scalia's have?

Let's pick up Danova
then we'll pay her a visit.

How lucky to be born a woman.

Look, even if you were born a woman
nobody would buy you a fur coat.

Why?
Am I ugly?

- Where's Danova?
- He's in a press conference.

- He said you can join him.
- No, he's better at those things.

- Any news?
- Nothing on Santoro's murder.

This telex arrived from New York,
via Rome Interpol.

They stopped some guy with two
passports, one Italian, one Venezuelan.

He's Italian, I don't remember
who he is but I know him.

He's got a record.
Something will pop up in the archives.

Listen, tell Danova
I'm going to Liana Scalia.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

- Where's that photo?
- Which one?

The telex.

Go to the archives,
get Barresi’s photos.

We don't have any of Barresi.
He's never been arrested.

- There must be some.
- Yes, Danova made us take a couple.

In that case hurry up.

That son of a bitch fooled
the lot of us.

How about some news
on a silver plate.

Michele Barresi was spotted
in New York using an alias.

He got himself a make-over
and now he's in hiding.

In the meantime his operations
still carry on without him.

I'm afraid we've lost
a great opportunity.

Who knows when they'll get him
with the Mafia protecting him?

No, not necessarily.

If they've already identified him
once from a tip-off.

It could happen again, right?

We've got to contact New York
immediately.

With a bit of luck we might
be able to get him.

All they have to do is
deliver him to us.

I'm sure Salvatore Santoro was
at the restaurant that night.

Along with Barresi, Scalia, and Liana.

- The descriptions don't match.
- I disagree.

We also have the two witnesses
at our fingertips.

And one of them has a murder
charge hanging over them.

What do you say?

Don't worry, it's all taken care of.
His lawyer's closing the store today.

I'm scared, Peppino.
I can't take it anymore.

The cops could arrest me
at any minute.

They won't do it, Liana.
Don't worry.

Besides, you're leaving tomorrow.
You're going to New York.

My brother should have left with me
and those bastards killed him.

It was a terrible loss.
You know how close we were.

I wouldn't come back here
if I was dead.

Michele Barresi.
A dangerous criminal.

Suspected of involvement
in various Mafia rackets.

Yes, you'll be doing us a big
favour if you arrest him.

Seems it's in our interest as well.

We've been informed he's involved
in the international drugs trade.

- That's what makes us think it's him.
- Can you send us his fingerprints?

No, unfortunately we don't
have them.

It's embarrassing not having
Barresi’s prints.

By law we need at least one
witness to identify him.

A witness?
Sure, the law's the same here.

Listen, if you manage to arrest him,
please keep us informed.

That way I'll come to New York with
a witness who can identify him.

Yes.
A woman.

Thanks.
Goodbye Lieutenant.

- I say you're jumping the gun.
- Yes, I agree.

But don't worry, if they manage to
arrest him Liana Scalia will testify.

- I don't know how but I'll find a way.
- There is one way to persuade her.

- Just plant some drugs in her coat.
- You're such an asshole!

And you still keep him in your office?

Well?

- What are the New York police saying?
- They're looking for you.

And they won't find me.
As the song goes.

But I can't rot away in here.

I'm very grateful to my friends.
They couldn't have found a better place.

Or a broad nicer and more
beautiful than Jennifer.

But we need to think of a way out.

- I've already thought of one.
- Which is?

- Turn yourself in.
- Fuck that.

It's the best thing to do.

The American police don't have
the slightest thing on you.

All they got was that damned tip-off.

And sooner or later we'll find out
who was responsible.

Nothing else.

If things were different the FBI
would already be involved.

- Go on.
- What's left?

Illegal entry.
You'll get a fine.

And you'll be deported.

So what?
Kill some time in Mexico.

And you'll come back with a tan
and your papers in order.

- Leave it all to me.
- Good, my compliments.

But there's a small problem.

I've got two hands and a face
and I had them in Italy as well.

Have you forgotten?
Well I'm sure they haven't.

And they've probably sent them a photo
of me to refresh their memory.

You think those bastards wouldn't
like to get their hands on me?

For that business with Francesco Santoro.

Bundled like a pile of rags, delivered
to the American police, and sent home.

Over the incident in Palermo?
You've got nothing to worry about.

I know, I've got an alibi.
I was in America.

- But what about Rome?
- I don't see the danger.

There were two witnesses.
One of them, Salvatore Scalia, is dead.

The other one's Liana.
Your woman, who's arriving tomorrow.

- You can trust her.
- What are you talking about?

I don't trust men, you're kidding
if you think I trust women.

Anyway, Liana's old news.
She belongs to the past.

We'd better shut her up for good.

- Who is it?
- It's me, Peppino.

Yes, hold on.

I thought you weren't coming back.
Did you bring the ticket?

Yes, here it is.

Come in.

- Would you like a whiskey?
- Yes, thanks.

What time does the plane leave?

This has Barresi’s signature
written all over it.

You might be right.

Convinced Salvatore Scalia is dead,
he didn't waste any time...

eliminating the only person who
could testify against him.

So maybe Liana was the woman
in the restaurant.

See how scores are settled.

I found it outside.
It's a ticket to New York.

She was supposed to leave today
at half past three.

What a terrible way to go.

Gather up all the evidence.

Forget it, where do you think
you're going to find her killer?

Well then?

Then nothing.

We had two cards to play
against Barresi.

Well now we've only got one.

Salvatore Scalia.

Hello, Sergeant, can you tell me
where I can find Lieutenant Sturges?

Upstairs.

Yes, it's me, you were looking
everywhere for me the other day.

Well here I am.

Good morning, Lieutenant.
My client is turning himself in.

He'd like to clarify his position.

Well it's already quite clear.

What name should we use?

Ferrando Fernandez or Michele Barresi?

- Michele Barresi, who's he?
- A drug dealer, a loan shark.

Someone who organises kidnappings.
A killer.

Never heard of him.

My name's Vito Ferrando
and I've got nothing more to say.

I'll be applying for my client's
temporary release.

And I'll make sure you don't get it.
Take him away!

We don't like your kind.

The other day you landed in shit
so now you want a shower.

It's normal.

I was getting worried
you weren't going to come.

Why?
Do you have something to tell us?

Me?
You're the ones who ask the questions.

It's pointless.
It's all clear.

You killed Francesco Santoro
on someone's orders.

Michele Barresi, to be precise.

What's he got to do with it?
I haven't seen him for years.

- I don't even know where he is.
- He's in New York.

He was arrested under an alias
for illegal entry into the USA.

The American police are
keeping him warm for us.

Waiting for us to identify him.

That's your business.

Either way, I doubt I'll lose
any sleep over it.

Besides, even if you do identify him,
what will you do to him?

If they kick him out of America
he'll go wherever he wants.

Paris, London.
Even Palermo if he feels like it.

Yes, but he doesn't see it like that.

He's worried about the killing in Rome.
Which you and your sister witnessed.

Are you trying to scare me?

No, he isn't worried about you.

Some journalist reported that you
were killed in the shootout.

Is that so?

Now I understand the funny looks,
the way the doctors talked.

Not bad, these things help
you live longer.

Yes, for you,
but not your sister.

Michele Barresi had her killed tonight.

What are you talking about, cop?
What are you up to?

Look.

Bastard.
Damned bastard.

- I'll kill him.
- When?

In twenty years,
when you're released from jail?

There's only one way to get him.

Testify against him in front
of an American judge.

Then they'll hand him over.

A rat? Me?
Who do you think I am?

Then while he's enjoying his life,
you'll be in jail.

And your sister's rotting away
under ground.

Listen, there's no way out.

If you don't get to him first
he'll have you killed, even in jail.

Eliminating the only remaining witness.

Son of a bitch!

Okay.

I'll go to New York with you.

I don't envy you, you've taken on
quite a responsibility.

That's exactly what the judge said.

It can't have been easy
getting authorisation.

- The judge is no push-over.
- Indeed, it was anything but easy.

At worst they'll send me to
Montecatini Terme as well.

Tell me, why didn't you wait
until Scalia was better?

You're kidding, with the lawyers
Barresi’s got he'll be out in three days.

I figured we won't be stopping very
often so I brought some coffee.

You want some?

No, thanks.

Your injury?
Will you make it?

Don't worry.
I'll make it to New York.

- You're not well?
- I'm fine.

No, he's not well.
I noticed a while back.

We need to change the bandages.
They might irritate the wound.

Give me the key for the handcuffs.

Come on, give it to me.

Let's go.

Give me some phone tokens.

Christ!
Look who's here.

That son of a bitch, Scalia.

He's alive and he's hanging
around with cops.

What do you think?

It's Berni.
I want to speak to Tranni.

With this bandage you can do
Rome to New York and back again.

You might find this amusing
but I don't.

I just wanted confirmation.

At 9:45, flight 927, TWA.

You'll take care of it?
Okay.

It had to happen to me.
It's not my fault.

He came straight at me.

Call an ambulance.

No, it's nothing, thank god.

- Don't worry, an ambulance is coming.
- Did you get them?

One of them got away
and the other one's dead.

Listen, we're leaving.

Pity, I was really hoping I could
come to New York with you.

I could have been useful.

I speak real good American.

Take care of the marshal.

Be careful, now they know he's alive
it's going to be hard.

Giuseppe Caruso, born in Corleone
26th October 1943.

- Did you know him?
- We grew up together.

Wait here, I'm going to talk
to the Commissioner.

Now your friends have
found us...

we'll have to find another
way to get to Rome.

I'd never have thought it,
a stunt like that.

Then Scalia's alive, and he might
even be working for the cops.

It's a real pleasure,
after this great idea of yours.

Calm down, don't worry.

Even if they convince him to testify
he'll never make it to New York.

- I just spoke to Palermo.
- And you're meant to be a good lawyer.

Don't you know a witness can be
more dangerous dead than alive?

It's like a bomb exploding
in your hand.

And you know why I haven't ended up
with a pair of concrete boots?

Because when Angelo Monterosso
wanted me dead...

I wrote a signed declaration...

and I wrote down everything
I knew about that bastard.

Thank god Salvatore Scalia
isn't one of my kind.

He's impulsive, a hothead.

All he's thinking about
is how to kill me.

Come back soon,
and bring me some good news.

Hold on.

- Your promise, sir.
- I always keep my promises.

This poor man's daughter is sick.
Call a doctor.

She needs an operation.
Find a good surgeon.

Let's do him this favour.

We'll be in Cassino in half an hour,
and in Rome around ten.

- Good thing we found this train.
- Let's hope they don't find it as well.

I'm doing everything I can
to avoid trouble.

So you're worried about me?

I thought cops didn't think like that.

Here, deal the cards,
we've got half an hour to kill.

Cut the deck.

When you play cards
the four of swords means death.

Go on, play.
Nothing's going to happen to you.

As for me, I've got my eyes
wide open, don't worry.

I swear I'll get to New York.

It's your turn.

At least try to stop thinking
for a while.

Your brain hasn't stopped
for a minute.

Tick, tock...

You've been thinking about it
since yesterday.

How you're going to escape when we
get to New York and kill Barresi.

Play, Inspector, and play well.

Because it only takes a moment.

Just one distraction,
and I'll be gone.

Got it?

Jump!

Scared?

I'm not taking any chances.

Right, at this point they
have to kill you as well.

I bet you hadn't planned on that.

- Take us to Rome.
- Wasn't that train going to Rome?

I've seen it all now.

- How much?
- 50,000.

- Who is it?
- Me, Giorgio.

- What's going on?
- I'll explain later.

Sit down.

We're passing through Rome.
We leave tomorrow morning.

I lost my house keys
so I thought...

Sorry, it's just for a few hours.
We'll try not to bother you.

Yes, but keep your voice down,
she might wake up.

- Does she still try to stay up late?
- No.

Not since she realised
you weren't coming back.

She's taken our separation well.

Can I see her?

Sure.

She's grown.

What do you expect?
You haven't seen her for months.

- You're right, but work...
- Yes, I know, the usual story.

What have you been doing?

There's no one else,
if that's what you mean.

You'd be within your rights.

I didn't leave because I had a lover,
but because we were never together.

I'd go crazy thinking they'd kill you
every time you left the house.

But I see you haven't changed
after all these years.

Who is that man?
Someone you arrested?

- That you have to protect?
- Both those things.

I couldn't take him back
to my place or the precinct.

But don't worry,
you're not in any danger.

Nobody knows we're here.

What's wrong?
Are you okay?

- Do you want something to drink?
- No, nothing, thanks.

Yes, hello?

You've got the wrong number,
there's no Astutato here.

I'm astutato.

In Sicilian astutato means condemned,
burnt, dead.

Then they followed us.

It's all pointless.
You can't escape them.

You don't know them.
I do.

Acardi, it's Berni.

You need to do me a favour,
come to my wife's house.

Yes, my wife.

You have to take her and my
daughter to their grandparents.

Yes, sure.
Bye.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

- I'll call you.
- Where will you go now?

Don't worry.
Bye.

- Everything okay?
- Yes.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, have you got your car keys?

- I'll take you, it's why I came down.
- And our daughter?

- She's safe, she's with a neighbour.
- Okay, let's go.

But the police are coming,
I called them.

- Did you say who you were?
- Of course.

Quick, start the engine.

You see? We have to keep
the police out of this.

Or we'll get bogged down again.

That way, between the district
attorney and judges, we'll never leave.

I don't even know how I got the
authorisation to leave Palermo.

Tell me, you know your friends well.

What will they do now?

They weren't my friends, they were
small time crooks from Rome.

It means they haven't got it
together in Palermo.

Then it's better that way.

We're out of gas.

You haven't lost the habit
of forgetting to fill up.

It's almost like you're doing it
on purpose.

- Do you have any 1000 lira bills?
- No.

I've got some.

Hurry, Paola.

Get down.

Need a hand?

That's why I'm here.

What are we going to do?

Are you crazy?
Easy, I didn't say anything!

Actually, you're the one who
was always forgetting to fill up.

Right, it's true.

Quick, take a left.

We'll go through the garage.
Stay down.

- Now what?
- Now we'll get a room.

The only way to get in unnoticed
is to pass ourselves off...

- As a regular couple.
- Right.

You wait here.

- I'll be right back.
- Don't trouble yourself.

You never know.

- No luggage?
- No, we don't have any.

Okay, I get it, I guess you
won't be staying long?

Yes, just for tonight.

May I see some identification?

Thank you.
Yours isn't necessary, pretty lady.

Goodnight.

Thank you.

You hear that?
He called you a pretty lady.

No, he said I'm a whore.

Mrs. Vespucci, it's Paola.
Is everything okay?

Sure. You've been very kind.

Yes, I admit I was a bit worried.

Would you mind taking her to school,
I won't make it in time?

Okay, thank you.

She fell asleep almost straight away.

There's no need to worry,
she's in good hands.

I'm glad to hear it.

Great, you wanted to test me.

- And you didn't fall for it.
- If you left it there...

It's obvious it wasn't loaded.

You're not dumb.

Neither are you.

- Do you need anything?
- Nothing.

- Your injury?
- It's there.

If everything goes well...

What time do we arrive in New York?

If everything goes well,
midday, local time.

- Why?
- Just asking.

There was a time when we
talked to each other.

Yes.

We discussed everything together.

We didn't need a lot.

Even less.

What are you doing?

I thought you'd want
to screw in peace.

I got it wrong.

Come on, let's go inside, idiot.

- Are we on time?
- Sure.

We just need to get our visas
and board.

- How far is this damned airport?
- Relax, we're almost there.

An accident!

Accelerate!

I can't, I'm scared!

Will you two get it together?

Leave it, I can do it now.

- Why didn't you stop them?
- There's no need now.

We're at the airport.

Sorry about before,
it was stronger than me.

You did great.
We're early.

But they made us sweat.

We'll go in through customs.

No, don't say a word.
You'll tell me when you get back.

You'll tell me everything.

Everything's ready.
You leave immediately.

Everything you need,
clothes and a razor.

Naturally your names aren't
on the passenger list.

Let's go.

You lose!

No, you cheated.
The dice are rigged.

What did you say?
I'll make you eat them!

You piece of shit!

Give me my money
or I'll smash your face in!

No, it isn't your money.

That was a neat little trick.
Good.

- He said I was cheating.
- And he was right.

You were cheating.
And from this poor Puerto-Rican.

You piece of shit!
Give me the money.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.

What's all this noise?
What's going on?

Nothing.

- Nothing happened.
- What were you doing?

Me? I was having a chat
with my friends.

Everyone back to your cells!
Come on, hurry up!

Inside!

Bad news, I tried to work on
the judge but they found out.

More importantly, what can you
tell me about that rat?

Just be patient.

Scalia's like a fly in the
middle of a cobweb.

The more he tries to free himself,
the closer he is to death.

- Can't we ask for a reprieve?
- Unfortunately not.

Excuse me.

Sorry, but you're being transferred
to another jurisdiction.

You were preparing a judge
made to measure.

And instead you're taking me to a
judge prepared by you, for my measure.

Good, I like your justice.

Yes, I got it, I'll be in the office
in a few hours at the most.

- Lieutenant Sturges.
- Welcome to New York, Berni.

Take his luggage.
How was the trip?

Even if they tried to kill us twice,
it couldn't have gone any better.

I'm not surprised, we need to
keep our eyes open here as well.

I've already taken some precautions.
We'd better go out the back.

- We'll travel in this.
- And Michele Barresi?

I collected him myself.

The last time I saw him
he wasn't looking so confident.

I messed up his plans to bribe a judge.

He's one of those criminals
you either arrest...

or you end up chasing all your life.

- It's exactly what I want to avoid.
- Let's hurry.

Nobody will find you in this hotel.

There are hundreds like it.
It seemed like the best solution.

Lock yourselves in your room
and stay there.

I'll come and get you
at eight tomorrow morning.

The hearing is at ten.

Judge Carlson is always very punctual.

If we're late he's capable of
closing the hearing at 10:05...

leaving Barresi free temporarily.

I'll leave an officer outside
to keep an eye on things.

Thanks.

Try to pass the time as best you can.

- With these?
- Sure, we have a game to finish.

- I win.
- And I won before, so we're even.

It won't speed things up if you
keep looking at your watch.

I wouldn't stand too close
to that window if I were you.

That building in front looks
ideal for a sniper rifle.

- What are you doing?
- I'm just curious.

You know there are almost more
Scalia's here than in Palermo.

- Who is it?
- Your lunch, sir.

Put it over there.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

I could do with a good coffee,
not this soup.

But it's better than nothing.

If I were you I'd leave it there.
Have you forgotten the song?

"Come and have a coffee with us,
Uccerdone Prison, cell 26."

- It's bitter.
- You should trust me more.

After all, I am cooperating
with the police.

They'll take that into
account at the trial as well.

I get it, so I can hope
for a shorter stretch.

Instead of 30 years,
you'll give me 29.

You killed a man.
Have you forgotten?

Self-defence, if we didn't
kill him he'd have killed us.

- Very convenient.
- No, inconvenient, I assure you.

Especially when grow up
in shit up to here.

And people slam their door
in your face.

The same people who take off their hat
when you become a boss!

What were you looking for?

Nothing, sir.
I came to take the tray back.

I swear, sir,
but the sauce fell...

my jacket got stained
and I was cleaning it, look.

- Why didn't you knock?
- I did, but you didn't hear me.

- Because of the TV.
- See if anything's missing.

And this?

It's my skeleton key.

It's all here.

I'm not convinced.

No, maybe he was trying to steal
our money, it happens in hotels.

The thing is, anyone can come
and go with a skeleton key.

It's strange.
Officer Davison isn't there.

Well?

We need to find somewhere safer.
Then I'll inform Lieutenant Sturges.

Somewhere safer?
Here, in New York?

Yes, somewhere safer
here in New York.

Brooklyn, please.
208-356.

I almost couldn't believe it
when you called.

What are you doing in New York?
Please, come in.

This is my daughter, Concetina.

And this my wife, Maria.

- Pleased to meet you.
- The pleasure's all mine.

- May Saint Gennaro protect you.
- Thanks.

Naturally we've reserved
the best table for you.

Now I'll prepare something
special for you.

And don't say no because
I won't listen to you.

- I need a favour.
- Anything you want.

I'm at your disposal
just like in Naples.

I need a safe place to
spend the night.

- Me, and my friend.
- A safe place? My house.

Don't worry,
it's at your disposal.

We've got three rooms upstairs
and it's no trouble at all.

Listen, when Sturges gets back
tell him I'm at 203, Brooklyn.

Yes, 203.
Thank you.

Raffaele, do you think your
friends are asleep?

You and Conceta can go to bed
even if they're asleep.

I've put them in our room.

Hello, buddy.
You know who we are?

Sure you do.
You know who we are.

But tonight you haven't seen us.

You locked up and went down
to the basement with your wife...

and your daughter...

to tidy up some bottles,
and you didn't see anyone come in.

You help your father, right?

Nobody move!

Out of the way!

Come here!
Move it!

Come on, stop wasting our time!

- What do you want?
- The money, asshole!

- Yes, take it all.
- Great, you're giving us permission.

You hear that?
He gave us permission.

What are you waiting for?
Go on, get it.

You're smart, your bullshit
job brings in a lot of money!

Please, sir, can I take your order?

How do you want your pizza?

Are you satisfied, sir?

Would you like to touch my wife's ass?
You can sit down, if you like.

But I recommend my daughter's
because it's much firmer.

You've got a good eye.

Okay buddy, that's enough.

It's your turn.
Empty your pockets.

Don't you look smart.

A jacket, a tie.
Someone respectable.

- What's this bullshit?
- I never carry money with me.

You're a sly one,
you don't carry money with you.

Scared some thug might rob you?

Well you can still meet them, so it's
worse because you'll make them angry.

You're pissing your pants.
Ever seen a gun this close?

It doesn't shoot by itself, you know?
She's a real good girl.

But if I put it here
and pull the trigger...

A nice explosion and your face
will be splattered against the wall.

I'm not sure you've quite
got my message.

But people like you make me sick.

You piss your pants
and you've got no balls!

What do you say, guys?
You think this asshole needs his balls?

Well, if you don't need them
I'll do you a favour!

Stop!
Let him go!

Let's go, it's all messed up.

These two men came to kill you,
then these thugs showed up.

It's a miracle we're alive.

A miracle!

Bastard, you hit my shoulder!

What were you thinking? That I brought
you to New York so you could escape?

Let's help him, guys.

- Where are you going, cop?
- What do you want?

- You can't arrest him here?
- Mind your own business.

You spaghetti eater.

If you don't get out of the way,
I'll put a hole in your head.

Spaghetti eater, we're not armed.

Try to shoot us and fifty witnesses
will send you to the electric chair.

Come on, give us the keys.

Now will you give us the keys?

You!
Hands on that car!

Hands on that car!

- Our informant was right for once.
- You're making a mistake.

They saw you threatening
some people with a gun.

I'm with the Italian police.
My badge is in the left pocket.

Never seen a badge like this before.
It's just a piece of paper to me.

Call Lieutenant Sturges,
18th District, he'll explain everything.

I'm taking you to my precinct.
The chief can call this Sturges.

Come on, let's move out.

I don't have time to waste.

- Well?
- Nothing, sir.

They disappeared after the shootout and
the manager couldn't tell us any more.

- Where could they have gone?
- I've no idea.

Judge Carlson is already here.

If they're not here in ten minutes
he'll start the hearing and we've lost.

- Good morning, your honour.
- Good morning.

I've had enough of you and your
stories about witnesses and the Mafia.

Look, you're making a mistake.

If you were my officer
I'd never forgive you.

Sorry, Sergeant, but maybe
you should make that call.

Thank him.

Headquarters, this is patrol car 12,
27th precinct.

Lieutenant Sturges, please.
It's urgent.

If he's not there then I'll tell you.

We've arrested two suspicious
individuals for armed assault.

Italians, one of them says
he's a cop, his name's Berni.

All rise, please.

Fifth tribunal, New York jurisdiction.

Presiding judge Richard Carlson
opens the session.

Pass me the file.

Get out of the way!

- Damn it.
- Did you say something?

Yes, "Damn it",
it means hurry up.

Court is in session.

The United States of America
versus Vito Ferrando.

Bring in the witness.

- Unfortunately he hasn't arrived.
- Then we must proceed without him.

Hold on, your honour.

You may proceed.

The United States calls
Salvatore Scalia to the stand.

Salvatore Scalia,
do you swear to tell the truth?

- Say you swear.
- I swear.

Excuse me, your honour.

If there are no objections, I'd like
to question the witness myself.

Yes, go ahead.

Do you know that man?

No.

- You've never seen him before?
- No!

You know exactly who he is!
Don't lie!

Objection, he's intimidating the witness.

Objection sustained.

The witness declares he
doesn't know the accused.

That's right.

In that case Interpol's charge
lacks legal foundation...

and consequently there are
no grounds for extradition.

As for his illegal entry into
the United States...

that will be determined
in a further hearing.

In the meantime I'm granting
Mr. Ferrando bail.

Case closed.

It went well.
You can leave when you want.

I never want to see that
piece of shit again.

I couldn't rat on him.

If I can, I'll kill him,
if not, that's life.

- It means it's fate.
- You're a coward.

You were scared.

No.

You'll never understand.

That roof over there, quick!

It really is over now, Berni.

There are men you can't trust.

They're the evil ones, driven.

And there's nothing you can do.
It's like an illness.

Sure, every now and then
one of them dies suddenly.

Should we be surprised?

They were sick.

- Just him?
- Yes, he was trying to hide the rifle.

You're the waiter from the hotel.

Then what were you looking for?

What?

"For future reference,
in case anything happens to me"

"I swear that the man known as Vito
Ferrando is in fact Michele Barresi".

"Born in Naples, August 61935".

"He's the man I saw kill
Salvatore Santoro in Rome".

"Sincerely, Salvatore Scalia".

You see?

We've got Barresi.
Let's go.

Intercept a Lincoln,
license plate: New York 4910.

We'll get him, he can't have
gone any other way.

What do those fools want now?

Whatever they want, fuck em'.

- Try to stop them.
- Yes, Lieutenant.

Relax.

What is it?

The witness changed his mind?

My witness can't change his mind
anymore because you had him killed.

But he still got you.

Look.

It's his testimony that he saw
you shoot Salvatore Santoro.

You know what?

I can't wait to get you to Italy
and watch you get a life sentence.

Then you'll pay for everything.

You sure we'll make it to Italy?

Subtitled by Don. Vito Corleone
December 2014

Revised by Fredo, May 2020

Thanks to Kayoin and
Luigi Bastardo, dammit!