All language subtitles for Fango.Bollente.1975.1080p.eng

A four minute wait
actually isn't that long.

- It usually takes at least ten.
- What are you doing here?

If you're waiting for the machine to give you
a blowjob too, you'll be waiting a while.

- This is an old model.
- This is a broken model.

I selected "very sweet",
but this shitty machine made it bitter.

We consume too many calories.
Why do you need sugar?

- What kind of experiment is this?
- Ah, those?

When they all have enough space,
they're usually nice and peaceful in their area.

They follow their leader,
without resorting to violence.

He's coming to do his inspections,
the son of Frankenstein.

Giacomo Boata, do you know that
you've had an error rate of 30% this morning?

What are we going to do, blondie?
There are two options:

You're either on drugs
or jerk off too much.

Watch out, or I'll put you
in the testing department.

- I'm breaking my balls here.
- Yes, break them, break them.

I want to see who breaks them better.
Look there!

He's breaking.

I break...
You break...

He breaks...
We break...

If I broke,
then you'd break...

They break...
I'd break...

I will break...
We'll be broken...

Holy smokes,
what have you done?

- I told you, didn't I?
- I'm sorry, I just didn't believe it.

Did you see
which one started it?

No, I wasn't paying attention.

There's always one
who starts biting the others.

Sometimes immediately,
sometimes after an hour or two...

...depending on the subject.

It would be interesting to know
which one starts to bite, and why.

Could this happen
to people as well?

Well, if someone
puts them in a cage...

Do a long kick!
Like that!

Come on!

- Pass it, damn it! Here we go!
- Pass it!

Take this!

- A long one, come on!
- Here!

A long pass, come on!

Let me do it!
Look at that pass! Hey!

- Now score!
- Goal!

- One shitty goal.
- Where's my car?

- Are you sure it was here?
- Yes, in front of the sign.

- I'm coming!
- It was right here.

- Hey, listen...
- What is it?

- What happened to my car?
- But...

- Who's seen your car?
- I'll kick your ass!

- I haven't seen it!
- Cut it out!

Take your 300 Lire
and go to hell!

- Look at that, you son of a...
- Forget it! What can you do?

- It's not worth it.
- That poor sucker.

Where did you find this one?

- Let's not do anything stupid.
- Get in, bloody Southerner.

Well, do you want to walk back?
Come on, get in!

- We're trapped.
- Ah, yes?

Trash that junk!

- Stop!
- Look at this mess!

- Open the door.
- Why?

Open it!

Come on, girls.

Be a little more careful.
Where were you looking?

- Who gave you the driving license?
- You smashed my door!

- Come on, let's pick it up. Help me.
- Did you hurt yourself?

- Nothing's broken, I hope.
- Fuck you!

I'll fuck you! Go!

- Hey, wait for me!
- My bike!

- You can keep the Ferrari!
- Stop!

You've got a car!
Now, where can you put it?

Up your ass!

And now let's analyze a problem
before getting to a practical example, okay?

A set of rules called A
to solve the problems of C...

...is a solving algorithm...

...if, for every D with A, the rules in question
describe clearly and unambiguously...

...the first step to take.

And after M numbers of steps
they state the N+1 steps to make.

And the last step
provides an element of R plus B.

Precisely the result we are looking for
to solve the problem.

Clear?

What's he saying?

It's our horoscope.
He said, we'll all go home soon...

- ...and machines will replace us.
- Machines? What about us?

- Do you still believe in horoscopes?
- ...in COBOL.

I'd like to know if you have
any questions you'd like to ask.

- Excuse me, engineer...
- Yes, please?

I'd like to know if the rules for A
can be combined with a series of input data...

...where A is equal
to 1, 2 and T.

Would it affect the problem
surrounding P-T, or not?

Very good, commissioner Santag'a.

I admire your perspicacity.
Very good.

Oh, please...

However, the commissioner's question
is a little premature.

- We'll discuss it next time.
- At the next lesson it'll be just you and him.

- Nobody understands a damn thing.
- Thank you, gentlemen. See you tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Goodbye and thank you.

Listen, excuse me...

Do you know how long
this course usually lasts?

Usually 20 days.

But with you police...
I don't know.

We'll see.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Signor Mainardi, we've solved
the theft of your Mini Morris.

Everything's fine.

- Have you found it?
- Yes, that's right.

Magnificent, and they say
the police are always sleeping...

- Well, now you've got the electronic brain.
- This time it was easy.

The car was in the square.

When everyone left,
it was the only one still there.

Exactly where you left it.

- You don't say...
- I'm telling you, I'm telling you.

- You know, in all that chaos...
- It was a bad day at the stadium, huh?

40 injured, one dead
and three seriously injured.

- I left earlier.
- You know, when supporters run wild...

I don't think supporters
are the problem here.

If you ask me,
people go to the stadium today...

...only to let off steam, to shout,
to curse out loud -

...not at the adversary,
but their own bad luck.

A very interesting theory.

However, we only went there
for the match.

- And my car is still at the stadium?
- Sure. Don't worry, it's locked.

- Thanks.
- See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.
- Goodbye.

Where is some people's
head at?

Yes, who knows
where their head's at...

Hey, wait for me!

Listen, Mainardi,
there's a meeting later, remember?

- It's important that no one's missing.
- What meeting?

The meeting of the union
to discuss the renewal of our contracts.

There's enough of you.

- What have I got to do with it?
- What are you saying?

You've been acting strange lately, you know.
What's wrong? Are you sick?

That's it.
This is mental work.

We're always under pressure.
It might be the stress, the mistreatment.

I don't want to stay here
one moment longer.

I don't give a shit about the contract.
It's enough that I work here.

- Any more and I'd plant a bomb.
- Forget that bullshit.

The union has different ways of fight
to impose the worker's rights.

- You know, you're really pissing me off now.
- Listen, pal, don't play smart with me.

If you want to go your own way,
that's your own damned business!

Remember, I never liked guys like you!
Understood?

40 injured, one dead
and three seriously injured.

Not bad, huh?

I'm not interested in this case at all.
But you know how the boss is...

Once he gives you a case,
there's nothing you can do.

He's stubborn,
his arteriosclerosis is getting worse.

Then I know these delinquents,
these sons of bitches...

...who have fun provoking people.
I know them well!

Well, if you know them,
there's no problem anymore.

Look, pick anyone from that scum
and you always pick the right one.

I just need 24 hours
and I'll lock in all three of them!

- Who says they were three?
- It's written here, in the report.

I've already been digging around,
you know.

Immigrants, Southerners -
the cancer of Turin.

Bravo, my little commissioner,
dig, dig.

Tell me, smart-ass...

Why did they kick you out of
the flying squad?

Well, because I work
with my brain.

Look, grey matter we've got
here in the North as well.

No, with the electronic brain
at the station.

What else did you think?

Southerners...
There's nothing you can do.

- I'm sorry.
- It's nothing, it's nothing.

Bastard!

I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!

Let's follow them.
If he catches up with him, he'll kill him.

- He won't kill him.
- But where are the traffic wardens?

- They're busy with their shoes.
- Their shoes?

They only supply them
with the uniform, you know.

If they don't buy their shoes,
they go barefoot.

Let's go.

Tell me, smart-ass...

Why did they kick you out of
the flying squad?

No, stop!
I surrender!

No!

Excuse me.

Were you here yesterday
when they stole the Ferrari?

Was it your car?
You don't look like the Ferrari-type.

- Well, that's true.
- Don't be offended.

I'm just saying.
Don't be offended.

No... Cigarette?

- No, thanks, I don't smoke.
- Take one, take one. Come on.

I've never smoked.

- Well, if you insist...
- What were they like?

- Who?
- Those who stole the Ferrari.

I've never seen those three before.
It's chaos here on Sundays.

When they open the gates,
they all come out running like lunatics.

- Were there three of them?
- Three...? 100,000!

Don't you read the papers?
There were 100,000!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

50 Lire?
You gave me 50 Lire!

What am I going to do with 50 Lire?
Stop! Stop!

Thief!

- Is this yours?
- Sure. Come on, get in.

Bye, Vito.

If my ass is on it,
it's mine, right?

In my opinion, there's only one way:
To plant a bomb in the factory.

Look, I spent all day between finance and WBS.
My balls are exploding.

You should see their faces.
A gallery of smart-asses.

Who are you telling?

This morning,
that asshole of a director said to me:

"Giacomo Boata, do you know what
the machine's saying about you today?

That your mistakes equal 30%.

I'll put you in the testing department,
you'll see."

Watch out!

Learn how to brake, you moron!

Come on, get in!

Let's get out of here!

Close it!

Ovidio...
He would've killed all three of us.

But I'm the one
who killed him.

No.

All three of us killed him.

Dario! Three drinks!

- Hi, darling.
- Hi.

If you're here,
it means I'm late.

The roast's in the fridge.
See you tomorrow.

Listen, if you don't go to the hospital today,
what would happen?

- They wouldn't fire you.
- No, but they'd lower my grades.

- I got exams in October, you know.
- I know, I know.

I'm glad it's Sunday tomorrow,
so we can be together for a while.

Oh, poor darling,
I've got a shift tomorrow.

Oh, fine...

Listen, did you get the car?
Is everything okay?

- You're okay, right?
- Everything's alright, naturally.

God, it's late!
See you in the morning.

- Alba.
- Yes?

- When are the doctors on strike?
- I don't know... Next week, I think.

Why?

- To screw.
- Whew...

"Whew..."

Well, big shot,
are you still here?

Listen, did they give you
the truck driver case?

Yes, and I have to say,
it's a case I enjoy very much.

- Why?
- It's obvious it was politically motivated.

The deceased had quite an,
let's say, ambiguous past.

Excuse me, but didn't they kill him
because he didn't give way?

Appearances.
Merely appearances...

In the meanwhile, I'm digging.
Digging.

- In my opinion, you have the wrong job.
- Me? Why?

- You should be a gravedigger.
- Fuck off.

- Damn it!
- What does it say?

- Somebody saw the license plate.
- What did they write?

Let me read it!

"According to several pedestrians,
the car was from Turin...

...and the license plate
starts with R6 or R86.

Opinions are also divided over
the model and color of the car."

Well, he tried to kill us.
Even if the police get us...

In your dreams!

If you kill someone brutally,
you're a monster, don't you know?

If they catch us, they'll make us pay also
for the ones they can't arrest.

Now look at that reckless idiot.

- I read everything.
- What do you say? Are we in trouble?

Well, we don't have to worry
about the license plate...

The newspaper says R6 or R86,
but yours is L96.

You still believe the newspapers
at your age, you greenhorn?

It might be a trick
by the police, right?

Wake up, you big babies.

See you later, huh?

Bye, greenhorn.

What, you're still here?
And the terminal...!

It's better that way...
It's better that way.

This time I won't let you off!
I'll write a nice report about this!

Let's see if the works committee
will keep you here!

I'm sorry, my hand slipped.

I'll teach you!
I'll show you who I am! Got it?

Good morning, commissioner.

My dear friend. How are you?

I'm sorry, I asked the director
to let me disturb you for a moment.

If I can help in any way...

This is the 158, right?

- Yes, it's written there.
- Ah, yes, yes. I see it.

It's nothing, just a triviality.
A little experiment to keep in practice.

The course is going so quickly,
and we have exams soon.

What do you care?
You'll all pass it anyway.

Yes, but it's not that...

I like to understand
absolutely everything.

Always getting to the bottom of things,
you understand?

Sure, I understand.

I was thinking that with this machine
it would be possible to know exactly...

...within how many weeks...

...number 42 will be drawn
at the lottery in Palermo.

I'm an old gambler.
What can you do?

I've been trying
for three months.

I've prepared all the relevant data.
It doesn't bother you, does it?

- If I do this, I'll get into a lot of trouble.
- Why?

The machine's in operation.

No, there are still two megabytes
of free memory.

- Okay. Let's give it a try.
- Thank you. That's very kind.

I always thought
cops only knew how to shoot...

...use truncheons
and read crime novels.

You know what they say
back home?

"Create a reputation for yourself
and rest on it."

By the way,
they finally caught them.

- Who?
- The car thieves.

My car wasn't stolen.
You heard the brigadier.

Ah, right, not yours.
They stole a Ferrari and a motorbike.

- There were three of them.
- Three?

- Who were they?
- Scum. The usual immigrants.

- I've always said it.
- What?

Our police force
is the most efficient in the world.

Thank you.
I'll forward the compliment.

And what does the computer say?

GO... FUCK...

- What's that? Is it speaking in dialect now?
- No.

It appears in case of incomplete data
or programming errors.

I taught it to do that.

Don't you find it amusing?

Very amusing.

It breaks the monotony.

Right.

The monotony, sure.

You think I only go to work
for the city treasury?

Illegally parked car.
Will you pay off?

Pay off, my ass.

Hey, young man,
don't you talk to me like that!

If you saw me coming,
why didn't you tell me?

- This is the third in four days.
- Look, you can't stay here.

- If you like, I'll call the tow truck.
- Call who the hell you want.

He doesn't care...
Very well.

- And who are you?
- He's here!

Antonio, Michele!
Come here!

Your cousin from Florence is here.

The one who married
Donna Angela.

- There are your third-degree cousins.
- Let me take a look at you!

Mama, you promised that
nobody would come here, didn't you?

Who are all these people?
That's impossible!

- And here's Giovanni.
- Nice to meet you.

- Here are the other relatives, all of them.
- What? More people?

Relatives from my grandmother's side.
Give them time until they find a job.

Angelina's sister.

- A house is as big as a landlord wants it to be!
- That's true.

It's a large house, but it's cold here!
There's no sun, only rain!

- Why did you come here?
- We came to eat!

They have to find a place.

Okay, okay, now let me take a rest
in my room.

- Look who's here.
- There are boxes on my bed!

That's impossible!
What the hell?

Your bed?
A bed is a bed!

Didn't you want to see them?

All this after working
for eight hours...!

I have to get out.
I have to get out.

What? I wanted to tell you about
when we were kids...

Good night.
Don't forget the light, young man.

You're a pig!
That's what you are!

Giulia also saw you coming out of
that whore's house!

You're crazy!
I went to the cinema with Linetto!

That's not true!
I've got proof!

I don't want people
making fun of me!

A pig is what you are!
I married a pig!

- And I married a sow!
- What are you insinuating?

When I married you, your pussy
was bigger than a cathedral's door.

- An animal! You're an animal!
- Shut up, assholes!

The light, young man.

Evening.

What are we doing tonight?

- I'd say a nice pizza and call it a night.
- What a beautiful thought...

- Pizza and a mandolin.
- Stop it.

Look, to have fun tonight, I'd have to blow up
the Mole Antonelliana, at least!

Look over there.
Not bad, right?

It's so cold, her pussy's surely frozen.
We'd need an ice pick.

- "Sour grapes", the fox said.
- Shut up, I got money.

- What are you doing? Paying for women?
- It's a hooker, huh?

Women are just women.
You just have to know how to deal with them.

Hi.

- A group discount, huh?
- Sure, beautiful, sure.

Well, I won't do it for free.
Only 20,000 Lire for all three of you.

Due to inflation,
thanks to the government.

- But let me see some money first.
- Come here.

- We'll show you something else.
- Get your hands off, you brute!

- Come on, come here.
- Let go of me!

What's going on?

We're trying to work here.
Get off my balls, you fuckers.

Scram.

Got it?

Move.

Beat it. Beat it!

This, my friend...
you should stick in your balls!

Come on!

Stop it! Help!

Help!

A ZY at Piazza del Municipio.

I repeat,
a ZY at Piazza del Municipio.

Roger.
Two minutes for Gamma 3.

Roger, Gamma 3.
Affirmative.

Roger, Gamma 3.
Affirmative.

Well, Santag'a,
what are you doing around here?

Did you hang him up?

Yes. You like it?

This time, the political motives
are obvious, right?

- In what sense?
- Defamation and offense...

- ...to the sacred legacy of the nation, right?
- Funny, funny...

Have you finished snapping photos?
You, call the station. Get to work!

So, in which direction
will you dig this time?

- I'll dig your grave.
- Ah, good, good.

I want to know which stores
closed last this evening.

Get the information, quickly.
Move it.

HI

Hi.

Hi.

- What kind of animals are we?
- I don't know...

You won't believe this,
but I feel a little strange today.

Don't you?

- We left lots of traces everywhere.
- Who cares?

We don't have a record.

I really feel different today.

But I expected
to feel a little remorse.

Especially for the hooker,
that poor thing.

Don't you?

No.

What a pity.

What's strange about it?
They just settled the scores, as usual.

They usually don't hang them
in a piazza, but hide them.

Delinquents...
Mentally sick people...

Santag'a, we're trying to work.
Why the hell are you getting involved?

Do you have any suspects?
Any clues?

- We've arrested 20 people.
- But no trace of the killers, right?

If they kill each other,
it's better for us, right?

What do you mean, "each other"?

What if this were some respectable citizens
who started to kill, huh?

Excuse me, Santag'a...

You don't think you've been pressing
too many buttons on the electronic brain?

Well, who knows?
Anything's possible.

- Anything's possible, huh?
- Excuse me. Please excuse me.

Excuse, excuse...

For me, gas should
cost 1,000 Lire for private trips.

This way, you can finally promote
the public transport.

Clear roads
and health for everyone.

We can't go on like this.
We can't walk anymore.

Have you seen?

By the time I get home in the evening,
I'm completely crazy.

Do you want to take a bath?

No...
You're the one who'll take a bath.

- Out. Out!
- Hop out, or I'll kill you.

- What are you doing?
- Now scram!

- Have a nice walk!
- No, stop! That's my taxi!

Stop, you bastards!

People are so strange nowadays.

- They're certainly very nervous.
- Luckily, we know how to respond.

- Let's hope we find one.
- They've been waiting half an hour for us.

- Ah, over there! Taxi!
- Oh, my God, how late it is.

Thank God.

- Here we are. Good evening.
- Good evening.

Via Silvio Pellico. Thank you.
Number 5.

- What's going on?
- Don't move or I'll shoot.

Is this an abduction?

No, signora,
it's a seduction.

- With a pistol?
- Shut your beak.

I'm scared.

Don't put up a struggle.
It's not worth it.

So you want to play a little,
is that right?

Come on...

Let's see
what you can do, huh?

Come on. Be brave.

Go on.

Help!

Stop it!

Stop it!

No! Help!

Help! No!

No! No!

Help!

Stop it! Have pity!

Have pity!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Oh, my God!

Good evening.

Are you looking for someone?

No?

Well?

Here we go.

- Wait a minute.
- There's nothing here.

Let's have a look in here.

- Ah, here we go.
- This is it.

It's the dead man's gun permit.

And the gun?

I don't know.
Perhaps the ones who killed him took it.

Michele Correnti, taxi driver.

- They even stole his car.
- Maybe.

- Wait.
- Here, commissioner, hold on to me.

Thank you.

Something tells me
the worst is yet to come.

- Listen, Santag'a...
- Yes?

Why are you doing this?

- What?
- You're paid to work seven hours in an office.

From 8 a.m. till 3 p.m.

- But you're always on the move.
- Am I bothering you too now?

No, what's that got to do with it?

If I were you, I'd be at home
under a hot blanket.

Preferably in good company.
You, don't move, huh?

- Okay.
- You know, when you get old...

...you need a lot of other things.
And you also sleep less.

Anyway, call headquarters, Tamarolli.
Alert the DA as well.

Yes, sir.

Sir, headquarters is reporting
a serious incident...

...at a construction site
a few kilometers from here.

- It seems like some people died.
- Well, seems like you got it right.

- We should play the lottery together.
- We'll do that, we'll do that.

Hello, headquarters.
Headquarters, hello.

Tell us the location.

So did you get a good look
at their faces?

Sure, I saw them well,
commissioner...

They were standing in front of me.
Two good-for-nothings.

One of them had dark hair,
dark curly hair.

The other one was blonde,
straight hair.

- Straight, like a goat - the blonde one.
- You moron!

Do you know who one
of those killed women was?

- The wife of a delegate!
- Poor thing.

- My condolences to the delegate.
- Let's go on, let's go on.

So, we were saying...
Look here.

- An oval mouth, like this.
- Yes.

Eyes like this.

- Yes, yes.
- And the hair.

- Perfect, perfect.
- The mustache was...

- Take a look at this. This one?
- No... no...

- Very well. Let's try another one.
- No, no.

No...

- This one, perhaps?
- Ah, my grandpa used to have one like that.

He was always stroking it, commissioner.
Look, like this. Yes...

Yes, okay, okay. Let's continue.
Look at this one.

- Like this?
- No.

- What the hell did the mustache look like?
- Who said he had a mustache?

He didn't have a mustache.
I've always had a mustache.

- For 20 years. Look. Let me show you...
- Damn illiterate...!

...my passport.
Always a mustache, for 20 years.

Look at him.

He's unrecognizable.

- Hey! Hello!
- Excuse me, Peppe.

- I didn't recognize you with your glasses.
- Haven't you read the papers?

We go against Lazio on Sunday.
We'll teach them another lesson.

Listen, if we win 3-0 like last time,
I promise you, all three of us get laid.

Now smile.

Have you seen the headlines?

The kindest ones say:
"The police are incapable."

And they're right.

Public opinion is upset,
and now we even got a delegate's wife!

I want the killers, now!

We have the identikits, and we are searching
in the political extremists environment.

We've got 2,000 officers searching
every neighborhood in the city.

We're showing the witness,
the construction site watchman...

- ...photos of people with a record.
- The usual bullshit!

Can't you come up
with something else?

- Doesn't have anybody a new idea?
- I have an idea.

- Ah, you're still here. You didn't leave.
- No.

And what is this idea?
Without wasting time, of course.

It came to me while pushing some buttons
at the place you sent me.

Nothing, crimes that are
"ecological", so to speak.

I like that one...

Here...

Listen closely.

These are just a few examples
I collected from the archives.

"Killed for a dispute over a parking lot
as he leaves a cinema."

And this happened in Milan
four months ago. Listen...

"Fan killed by a gunshot to the mouth
after a soccer match."

I'm not finished yet.

"Hacked to death with a machete
during an argument over the right of way."

There's another one.
Ah, listen to this:

"Criticized for slapping
a student...

...a teacher has killed the principal
with seven shots from a revolver."

Will you please
get to the point?

Look, it's a question of us
stubbornly believing...

...that a crime must always have a motive:
Jealousy, money, specific interests...

These were all people
who only a moment before...

...had no intention
or interest in killing.

We've reached a point...

...where just one wrong word,
a bump, a stare, an impoliteness is enough...

- ...and we can all become murderers.
- And you? Ecologically speaking...

- ...who have you killed, apart from that kid?
- Nobody, but you never know.

That's bullshit!
You're wasting time!

I guess I'm the one
who's wasting time by talking to you.

Watch your mouth.
You could get into trouble once again.

More trouble than this? No...
Do you think you're better than me?

You know very well how hot your seat is
with all this going on.

I forbid you...

You're so scared you're
shitting your pants, right?

Why don't you admit
you're shitting your pants?

Out!

- Are you shitting your pants or not?
- Stop breaking my balls!

Out!

Get your asses out of those seats.
Come on, go to work!

Make yourselves useful!
I want these killers, now!

Shall we grab a coffee?

- Yes?
- Is that you, Santag'a?

- Yes, it's me.
- Listen, I'm sorry for before.

- I was thinking - not officially, of course...
- Yes.

Unfortunately,
Tamarolli is working on the case.

- Of course.
- But if you happen to feel like...

...working in parallel to him...

If you could come to
a rapid and clean solution...

... that would shut up the press
as well some persons higher than us...

... this thing would become official.
You could avoid the transfer, and...

... join the flying squad again.

What's it for?

What is this thing?

No idea.
You'll have to ask my wife.

- Ovidio, here's a note.
- Ah, yes, it's hers...

It says the roast's in the fridge
and she's on night shift.

And little kisses.
Have you read it already?

No, I know it by heart.

That asshole always writes the same things,
and doesn't even realize it.

Whew...

- I feel like watching over a dead man.
- It's easy for you to be happy.

Your photo isn't in the paper.

I'll smash your face in
so you won't look like that anymore.

Look.

This...

...is me.

You see? It's me!
You don't look much like that...

- ...but this is me!
- Oh, fuck off, Peppe.

There are lots of bloody Southerner faces
like yours in Turin.

Who should think it's you?

Why did we do it?

A delegate's wife...

- But you screwed the brunette as well.
- It was only supposed to be a bang.

Alright, guys.
Whatever happens, I'll take the blame.

Look, immigrant,
I don't give a fuck about anything.

Bullshit!
Either we're all in, or we're all out.

Well, seeing as Peppe
is shitting himself...

Let's just go back to the usual pizza
and nothing else, huh?

- Why? What happened?
- Nothing in particular.

- Can I talk to him for a moment?
- Sure.

But you better go easy on him,
commissioner.

- Why?
- He's got some nasty tics.

- Very well.
- Yes...

Good morning, Mainardi.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I've done some great work,
but I can't finish it without your help.

Tell me, what is it about?

- Aren't you feeling well?
- No... Why?

As well as I can be,
stuck in here.

Here...

It's all here.
All the winning numbers since the start.

This time the machine
won't tell me to go to hell.

Ah, the lottery.

Sure, why else would I come here?

As long as I'm not disturbing.
I don't want to cause you any trouble.

For Heaven's sake, commissioner,
we're no slaves.

Ovidio! Telephone!

- Excuse me.
- Oh, please, please.

Hi. It's you, dear. Why are you calling?
Has there been a strike?

No, you're such a fool.
Listen, something important:

- The head physician has invited us.
- No way... the head physician?

What is he serving for lunch?
A cancerous tit...

...stuffed with inflamed balls?

My wife's a doctor, you know.
Don't get the wrong impression.

Stop kidding around.
You know very well that this is very important.

- These, doctor?
- Yes, those.

Something important?
What is it?

Take them to the lobby.
I'll be right there.

Well?

It's for the exam
for becoming deputy head physician.

You want to knock him out.
Just winning isn't enough for you.

Stop it and listen.

We're invited to a hunt on Sunday
on his estate.

And please don't tell me Turin's playing
because this is about my career.

You also have to make
some sacrifices, don't you?

Aren't you enough
for Mr. Head Physician?

Listen, given that there will be the other
candidates with their wives this Sunday...

...I'll go there together with my husband.
That's that.

Agreed. Understood.
Don't get worked up. That's that.

Don't you find women
have become a real pain in the ass?

No. I've always found them sweet,
adorable and well-disposed.

Where did you work before?
The vice squad?

An old policeman has seen a lot.

- Excuse me, professor.
- Please, dear.

Did you notice the difference
between what the X-ray showed...

- ...and what we've found inside the patient?
- Yes, I saw it, professor.

Technological aids are supposed
to facilitate all our work...

...but they often lead us astray.

That aorta appeared small, well-delineated
in its limits, but instead, we found an aneurism.

Yes, but an aneurism
in the posterior wall.

A pneumomediastinum
would have put it in evidence...

...but these things need to be checked
before operating the heart.

Knowing it was you
who was going to operate...

...they didn't bother
to be too accurate.

Instead, the operation took longer...
than expected.

- Have you been working here long?
- Four years.

And how do you find it?

Divine. Did you see the nice colors
upstairs in the engine room?

It's all sky-blue.
You can see the sky from all the windows.

It makes you want
to shit all over it.

But why?
What's missing?

Space, freedom, air...

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a cage.

Well, you're not the only one.

- I'm different.
- In what way?

Very different.

I don't want to resign myself
like you, commissioner...

...and stay here pressing buttons.

Mine's an old story.
But someone's got to do it.

But if a certain job turns out well...

...if I get my hands on those two
sons of bitches I know about...

...I could go back to the flying squad.
Hell, yes, I'd be back.

- Even with this busted leg.
- And who would these two men be?

Strange guys...

People who kill for no reason.

Ah, two monsters.

- Ah, you think so too.
- This society produces everything.

Why shouldn't it produce monsters as well?
Don't you think?

Right. Why not?

- A cigarette?
- Yes, thanks.

I'm sorry...

Very pretty.

It's silver.

Pure silver, yes.

Thanks.

- Mr. Head Physician first.
- Thank you, thank you.

Shall we have a little competition?
Just to liven up the hunt.

- Such as, professor?
- Good timing and a firm hand...

...are the most important skills
for both a surgeon and a hunter.

Let's split up.
We'll meet back here in an hour.

- Whoever gets the most pheasants wins.
- Wins what, professor?

There's only one thing you can win:

The satisfaction
of being better than the others.

- Chin-chin, my dear.
- Cheers.

To you, professor.

- I tell you I saw them.
- Who? Alba?

I opened the door
of the mortuary.

And there she was, on her knees
in front of the catafalque.

So that's how
she moves up the ladder.

Hey, you damn murderers!

Help!

Help!

- Undress, I said!
- Yes, at once!

Come on,
strip or I'll kill you.

Help!

Help me! Murderers!
They shot me!

I was shot at!
I can't take it anymore!

- Let me see.
- Oh, for Heaven's sake!

- Did you really shoot him in the butt?
- Yes, you should've seen him.

What a satisfaction!

I think you're insane.

We're all insane.
They'll catch us.

You seem nervous, immigrant, huh?

Hi, what an
unexpected return.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

- You spend your time with them?
- Why? Don't you like them?

We're leaving.

No, why?
My wife will tell you the rest of the story now.

If they find out it was you,
it would've been better if you killed him!

A crime of passion.
It would've been a great publicity stunt for you.

Well, good evening, signora.

- Evening.
- Bye.

- See you tomorrow.
- Bye, Ovidio.

Why did you do it?
Tell me.

- Just for the joy of ruining my career?
- No, it was a joke.

And if I ruined anything,
it's the professor's backside.

It was the spur of the moment.

The spur of the moment?

You're insane!
Completely insane!

For ten years I've been working my ass off
to improve our situation.

I thought that maybe one day
we could afford those little things...

...that people who are less capable than us
already have and enjoy.

And you risked it all
for a stupidity like that?

For a demented, insane prank?

What pleasure did you get
from shooting his butt?

- Would you tell me? Yes or no?
- I don't know either.

You don't care about anything!
About anything that concerns me!

My career! Our life!

I don't give a damn.

Sure!
Of course you don't care about anything.

You've spent four years pressing buttons
in that fucking factory of numbers!

- I like numbers.
- I don't want to see you again.

You've ruined my life.
My whole life is ruined!

I can't take it anymore!

Are you working tonight?

No.

What a pity.
Tonight of all nights...

Why?

I have my period.

Joker...

How old is the old man?

61, I think.

He really got you
under his thumb, huh?

Listen, I'm not
under anyone's thumb.

Well, sure, I've been with the professor,
but it's normal.

My career depends on him.

If that's why you shot at him,
you're a real fool.

And they say you women
are impeded at work.

Yes, it's true.
We have it easier.

- Signora, this is your third and final warning.
- And where should I go?

- You've got eight days to leave.
- No, I've been here for 20 years.

- I have the right to a home.
- That doesn't interest me.

If you're still here in eight days,
we'll have to use force.

- Yes...
- They stated the building may collapse.

Of course. The owner
never spent any money on this house.

- Peppe, listen to what he's saying.
- Are you Giuseppe Nania?

Peppi'?

I'm talking to you.
Are you Giuseppe Nania?

- Peppe, what are you doing?
- Don't move! Freeze!

Peppe!

Peppino!
Peppe, what are you doing?

Why are you running away?
Stop! Peppi'!

Stop him! Stop!

Stop him!
Watch out, he's over here!

Stop! Stop!

Come here! Come here!

No! No! No! No! No!

Let's go.

No! Peppi'!

No! No!

Talk!

Talk!

You have a clean record.

Whatever you've done,
if you talk, you'll get off lightly.

Why did you try to run away?

Say something!
Even a lie, but say something!

Talk, bloody Southerner!
What have you done?

Bag-snatching?
A little robbery?

A little kidnapping?

Remember well.
If you talk now, we'll go easy on you.

I guarantee it.

Come on.

We'll know
sooner or later anyway.

You know
we'll find out eventually!

But the later, the worse!
Oh, yes!

Because you won't get mitigating
circumstances due to a confession!

Do you understand?

So you better talk!
Right now!

Out! Out!
Take him away!

Wait a minute.

This is you, right?

It's you, isn't it, kid?
Come on, confess.

This is why you ran - you've got
those two women on your conscience.

- Santag'a, will you stop getting on my nerves?
- Just give me a few hours.

Try to keep him here if you can.

- You come with me.
- On your command, commissioner.

Well, sir, what shall we do?
Keep him here?

Out! Out!
Out! Out! Out!

- Hey, what are you doing?
- He's feeling ill. Walk! Move it!

Let go of me!

Hurry up! Open that door!

Come on, get in there!

- He's completely crazy.
- He belongs in the loony bin.

Look, he even bit me.

Open it, at once.

Holy moly!
He killed himself.

- It was him?
- Yes, yes, it was him.

He was shorter than the other one,
the dark-haired one.

SUICIDE IN PRISON
ONE OF THE RAPE-MURDERERS...

- Here you are, signore.
- Thank you.

For my wife. She's a deputy head physician
from today on, you know.

Congratulations.

He did it for us.
So he wouldn't betray us.

He did it so he didn't have to pay the bill -
and he succeeded.

If he was alive, they would've interrogated,
charged and sentenced him.

- Now that he's dead, they don't care.
- Where are we going?

I'm going to celebrate my wife,
you go to work.

Didn't you read the papers?

That stupid guardian
will look at all of our faces.

And what do you care?
He didn't see you.

I always said it: everyone or nobody.
Peppe's gone, now it's our turn.

If this is the last day,
then I'm going out like a lion, damn it!

Be careful what you say.

Things like that were usually said by the ones
who could afford to live 100 years as a lion.

It's true, I'm telling you.

Okay, I can go back to the factory.
But you?

- What will you do?
- I... I've run out of cigarettes.

Do you mind?

- Two packs.
- Two packs.

Ovidio!

Ovidio!

Ovidio!

And now?

What time is it?

- Is it evening already?
- No, dear.

It's only 10 a.m.
It's a wonderful day.

- Congratulations, deputy head physician.
- Oh, Zuppa Inglese, my favorite!

I also prepared a surprise for you
to celebrate.

Ah, yes? What is it?

- No more night shifts from now on.
- Ah, wonderful.

Oh, yes, Mr. Husband.

- And do you know what my salary is now?
- No, how much?

It's a nice little sum:

700,000 Lire.

So we're almost disgustingly rich.

Hello?
This is Ovidio Mainardi, Via Zara, 16.

I called earlier.

We can finally move house,
buy a Mercedes.

- There's a new model out.
- Magnificent, dear.

Yes, it's for my wife.

For me? What is it?

Don't worry about the price,
I want the best you got.

What is it?

One moment.
Excuse me, what size are you?

42.

42.

Yes. Yes, of course.
The inside lined with satin.

And a beaver-pelt border.
Great.

Yes, very elegant.

It's a fur coat!
You're such a sweetheart!

By the way, the head physician has invited us
to his villa at Cortina for New Year's eve.

Yes, of course...
The exterior in very light walnut.

My wife was the deputy head physician
at the Villa Christina Hospital.

Yes, seems right to me.

Yes, it reflects her prestige.

- Arsenic...!
- Yes, of course. You'll like it, you'll see.

Sorry, what did you say?
Lined with zinc?

They say it's better.
Much better.

Do you mind it lined with zinc?
It keeps the worms from getting in.

- In the cake...
- Some rat poison as well.

Yes, lots of flowers.

Red roses.
She liked them a lot.

For the inscription, write:

"Dr. Alba Mainardi, born Severini,
a woman of great virtue.

An unforgettable companion,
chaste and faithful.

Renowned scientist.

She lived in the city,
but always loved the country life.

Her inconsolable husband."

Ah, good morning, monsieur.

Did you sleep well?

What are you doing?
Did you forget the traffic rules?

Shall we see if there are some articles
you haven't infringed yet?

Illegal parking on the pavement...

...the blocking of traffic,
occupation of a public space.

That's 40,000 Lire in total.
But for you...

...let's make it 35.
What will you do?

- Will you pay off?
- Yes, of course.

ONE OF THE RAPE-MURDERERS
KILLS HIMSELF IN PRISON

Alert the headquarters to send someone
to her address right away.

- And you come with me.
- I'm coming, I'm coming.

I told you the guy's a little strange.
You should've arrested him before.

We're a little strange today.
Let's go.

- Go, go.
- If you allow.

Please, sir,
could you give me something?

Life's hard, isn't it?

Help!

Help! Let go of me!
Let go of me!

- Move! Walk!
- What do you want from me?

- Move it!
- Help me! Help me!

Get out of here!
Today, the director's doing the work!

- Call someone!
- Stop, or I'll shoot!

- Come on, touch this cable.
- No...

- Go on, touch it!
- No!

- I said, touch it!
- No...

- Go on, touch it, you pussy!
- No!

- Touch it!
- No!

Drop the gun, or I'll shoot.

Bravo, commissioner!
You took your time...

- ...but you finally made it.
- Drop the gun, this game is over.

- Not even in my dreams.
- Drop the gun, I said!

Come on, shoot!
It's your job, cop, isn't it?

Bravo...

They finally picked
your lottery number, huh?

Son of a bitch.

The patient investigation
carried out by me and my colleagues...

...has been crowned a success.
Please.

Thank you.

We can now consider this case
definitively resolved.

Why did you shoot him?
Couldn't you have arrested him?

Everything else is a secret of investigation
as you can imagine.

I don't think we have any more to say.
Thank you, and good work to everyone.

What do you usually do
in the evening?