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CALABRIA, FERRAGOSTO 2007

Alessandra!

We'll cook this one tonight.

-Great! But I'm not cooking tonight. -I'll do it. Don't worry.

-I like cooking when I'm on vacation. -How wonderful.

-When did we take our last vacation? -I don't remember.

There are fireworks tonight. I invited some guests.

-Fine. Few, I hope. -Yes.

-How is the little girl? -Fine.

-She is restless, and kicks. -Then she'll play soccer!

Here's Pietro.

-Why the face? -It's nothing.

Nothing? Let me see.

What happened, Pietro?

-Nothing, I said. -Did you get into a fight?

Pietro, will you tell us what happened?

They insulted me.

-What did they say? -That I'm the son of a cop.

Who said it?

-Pietro, please. Who said it? -I'm not a spy, a squealer.

-But next time I will hit. -What are you saying?

Spy, squealer… Have you become a Mafia kid?

I don't want to hear these things. Understand?

You're ashamed that your father is a policeman?

No.

-Do you want to become like them? -No.

-And so? -Michele, please.

Go clean your face. Sea water makes everything go away.

You were too hard on him. He is just a boy.

One must be clear about these things before it's too late.

I understand.

DUISBURG, GERMANY

-Shall we light it or not? -Come on!

-Go, Vincenzo. -Go!

Blow before it all melts. Come on!

-Bravo! -Happy birthday!

-Open the bottle. -Hang on!

-Great Vincenzo. -Happy birthday!

-Pass it over. -Happy birthday! Drink and pass it.

-Come on! -Let me drink!

-Bravo, Vincenzo! -Happy birthday!

-I'll get drunk! -Yes!

Drink!

-Bravo! -You're great!

Are you happy?

Bravo, Vincenzo.

You are grown up now

and will do things a man does.

Isn't that so?

-It is! -Pass the champagne!

Pass the bottle!

-Bravo, Vincenzo! -Drink!

Bravo!

Vincenzo!

What's this? Who is he?

Ask him something. Must he stop here?

Friend!

Friend…

Leave.

Hurry!

Beautiful!

-How lovely! -My gosh!

There is that matter on illegal villas at Gallico Marina.

After the injunction for their demolition,

they made an appeal, and the TAR said they were right.

Pedullà, don't you ever take a break? It's Ferragosto. There are fireworks.

Will you leave me in peace with my wife and son?

You're right. Sorry.

We have the rest of the year to get upset.

Let's toast.

-To you. -To yours.

Love.

-This year they're more lovely than ever. -They are Chinese.

-Really? -They have a long tradition.

-They invented gun powder. -How do you know they are Chinese?

We confiscated an illegal cargo at Gioia Tauro.

It's statistics. One we catch, and five get by.

Who is the one who never takes a break?

These fireworks are absolutely beautiful.

-Come on. See you tomorrow. -Bye.

Now!

Let's go!

Block, yeah.

What?

When?

Where?

I'm on my way.

Shit!

-What did Mom want? -Ice tea.

-And what will you have? -An orange popsicle.

An orange popsicle.

Happy Ferragosto from TG3.

Found tonight in an Italian restaurant in Duisburg, Germany,

six dead, all very young.

They were executed in a shooting.

A mass murder unprecedented.

Now the coverage of this massacre and then to the Viminale.

They had just celebrated the 18th birthday of one of them

at the Da Bruno restaurant right in downtown Duisburg,

an industrial city in western Germany.

At 2:30 a.m., a shower of bullets. Three victims were residents in Germany,

another three had just arrived from Italy.

One of the victim is a kid who would have turned 18 years old in a few days.

Something like this has never been seen before in Germany

and is concering to investigators and the general public.

They're calling it "The Duisburg massacre".

-Hello? -Battaglia! This is De Nicola.

Chief of police, good morning.

-Did you hear? -Just now.

-Is it our stuff? -I would think so.

-We need you immediately. -All right.

I'm coming.

We're not going fishing today, huh?

No, my love. Not today. Next time.

All right? Tell Mom I'll call her later.

Be a good boy.

REGGIO, CALABRIA

Six Italians killed.

All from Calabria. It was a massacre.

Televisions of the entire world talk about this massacre.

These deaths are shameful for our country.

For Germans, we are all Mafia,

we eat spaghetti seasoned with guns over tomatoes.

What does the German police say?

They aren't used to these things. They are moving fast in all directions.

They called the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Rome.

The minister called me this morning at dawn.

He asked me to solve the case quickly.

What do you plan on doing?

I'd like for you to go to Germany.

Certainly, sir.

My wife is pregnant and I never see my son. I was hoping to…

I know you're on holiday and you haven't had a day off in years.

But do you realize what the situation is?

Even if it took place in Germany,

we too, are involved, totally.

Certainly. When should I leave?

Right away. There is a flight for Dusseldorf in one hour. Take it.

-And good luck. -Thank you.

-Mr. Battaglia? -Yes.

-Welcome to Germany. -Thank you.

DA BRUNO ITALIAN RESTAURANT

Was it really necessary to involve Italians?

What's your problem?

You know what I mean.

I don't like Italians.

I thought you were over this.

He's a colleague.

Where there are the worst criminals, there are the best policemen.

They said they've sent us their best detective.

We're good, then.

Mr. Klein, here's the Italian detective.

-Michele Battaglia. Good morning. -Welcome.

Ulrich Klein, Criminal Investigation.

This is Inspector Block.

You will team up, I hope, with him.

Excuse me.

Pleased to meet you, I am…

Thomas Block. We are supposed to work together.

-You speak Italian. -A little.

-I married an Italian. -Good, I am glad.

She left me two years ago.

Come.

Two dead on the floor, three dead in the Golf,

and one on the transporter.

On the van.

Over 60 shots.

At least two different weapons.

Something like this has never happened here.

We think it's a war between Mafias.

We are near Holland here, Rotterdam.

Tons of drugs arrive there from South America.

There are Albanians, Turks, Russians, and obviously, Italians

that kill one another over drug dealing control.

Cocaine, above all.

-Have you ever been to Calabria? -No.

Then it's a bit difficult to understand.

Maybe you can help me.

-That is why you're here, right? -Of course.

Come. Let me show you something.

Look what we found.

They were preparing a war.

Or they knew someone wanted to kill them.

They wanted to defend themselves,

but were not quick enough.

There was a birthday.

Or maybe a ceremony.

Do you know what this is?

No.

Saint Michael the Archangel, protector of the 'Ndrangheta.

It was burned recently.

One of the guys must have been baptized last night.

-Baptized? -Yes, baptized.

"I swear in front of this society…"

"To be faithful to my companions."

Just as the fire burns this image,

is how you will burn, if you will soil yourself with betrayal.

Basili Vincenzo, 18 years old, from Corigliano Calabro.

These are the Bruzzese brothers, Tommaso and Giovanni.

They should be 20 and 22 years old.

Santuro Angelo from San Luca. 25 years old.

Pellicano Sergio, the owner of the restaurant.

39 years old, from San Luca.

And his is Politano Antonio, also from San Luca.

He was only 16 years old.

They all come from my region.

What is it?

Nothing.

Every time I go to the morgue, I get hungry.

Maybe it's to get rid of that odor.

-Thanks a million. -Are you Italian?

Six men murdered. All dead. Mafia!

Yes, I got it.

How can it be that all you can say here is "Italia, Mafia"?

To you, we are all mafiosi.

I am not very surprised by what happened.

What surprises me, is that you are surprised.

Already in 2001,

a detailed map was sent to you

with all the investments that the Calabria people did here in Germany.

Restaurants, hotels, pizza places, and that dirty money helped

finance the economic recovery of the former Eastern Germany.

And you know that very well,

but it was convenient for you until they behaved.

Now that this mess has broken out…

In Italy you always know everything but don't do anything.

You are one of the most corrupt countries in Europe.

Listen, if you want, I can return home today.

Don't take it personally. You know that's how it is.

Tell me, do you want to solve this case with me, or not?

I have no other choice. Block.

We have news.

These are surveillance videos of the area.

Unfortunately, the restaurant didn't have video cameras.

That's the car.

Go back.

-Can you do it? -Yes.

Can you read the license plate?

No.

It's too dark.

-And the car's headlights… -Are blinding.

We can work on the headlights.

There is another video.

OK.

OK, here.

-OK. -Here they are! Go back!

Go forward, now.

Slowly.

Can you enlarge it?

OK.

It's not clear.

The train for Reggio Calabria is departing late.

The train is leaving from platform 22.

Brother!

-Hi, Rosaria. -Hi.

My beautiful.

Hi, love.

How are you dressed? You look like a slut!

What about you? You look like a gypsy.

-You should've sent someone else. -I wanted to go out.

-At this hour? -Yes. Why?

It's not wise to go out after dark now.

Was it ever?

Rosaria!

Rosaria, give me the key.

It's in the ignition.

Come on, get in.

I'm going. My dog is waiting for me at home. See you tomorrow.

Excuse me, Thomas. What hotel did you put me in?

There is no hotel.

-Then where will I sleep? -Didn't they tell you?

-No. -Come, follow me.

Here is your room.

It's small, but has everything.

There isn't a great view…

I will sleep here at the station?

For your security. Duisburg is full of Calabria men.

Good night.

Good night.

Pleasant guy.

-Hi, Michele. -Hi, love. How are you?

Do you remember having a wife, a 10 year old son

and a little girl on the way?

-Yes. I was about to call you. -Yes, sure.

-I always must call you. -I swear!

After Pedullà, I would have called you.

-How are things there? -They are shocked.

They have never seen anything of the kind.

I went to the morgue today and saw the victims.

There was a 16 year old boy.

Terrible.

For them, it's already an age for getting killed.

Is everything all right with your German colleagues?

Must I worry that some pretty blonde is on the investigation?

I wish!

They assigned me to a guy who is Mr. Pleasant.

The only good thing is that he speaks Italian.

He has an Italian wife who I think left him.

-Think of how much he likes us! -She must have left him for a reason.

What about Pietro? Did he get into a fight again?

No. He was just a bit disappointed.

You had promised you'd spend a vacation with him, and you didn't.

I would have wanted to be there with you two, also.

I know, love. He will understand, you'll see.

I told him you do a job that we should be proud of.

Explain that to the one who makes an ass of him because he's a cop's son.

Now show me your tummy.

Wait… You see it?

Yes.

She already wants to come out. She's like you.

She has your stubbornness.

Then we are very bad off!

You're telling me?

Love, I am going to bed. I'm tired.

-Talk to you tomorrow. Good night, love. -Good night.

-I love you. -I love you too.

Good morning, colleague. Did you sleep well?

So-so. I was up late last night.

We are checking the dossier of the victims.

An Italian who is up late doing work? Interesting.

If you spent a few days with us at the Reggio police station,

you would be very surprised.

-Coffee? -Heavens, no.

Who are all those people?

Witnesses.

-Witnesses? -We put an ad in the paper.

There have been many calls.

Lucky you.

The rule with us in Calabria, is "I don't see, don't hear and don't speak".

OK. Shall we go?

Yes.

SAN LUCA

Here are our boys!

Bravo!

This Ferragosto is different from the others.

We celebrate it two days later.

They have been terrible years, but we hung in there.

We answered to every blow.

If they slap us,

we don't turn the other cheek, as the Bible says.

-We slap them twice! -Yes!

People must respect us.

And now…

maybe the others have understood, too!

-Is that true or not? -Yes!

-It's true! -Very true!

All right! Now let's eat. I've gotten hungry.

Please!

Come on, let's toast!

To health!

-To health! -Cheers!

IS THIS A MAFIA MURDER?

-Love, what are you doing? -Reading the paper. Look at what it says.

THE DUISBURG MASSACRE

These jackass Germans don't understand a thing.

-Calabria people, we're international too. -Of course.

DUISBURG, THE FERRAGOSTO MASSACRE

You're a hothead.

We behaved as men, so help me God.

-What worries you? -This mess worries me.

Things done without caution.

Cautiousness is fine if you want to obey. I don't like obeying.

We got revenge. "He who lives, lives. He who dies, dies."

Sister-in-law,

you should be proud of Giuseppe. You understand?

-This is how respect is obtained. -Even enemies.

What should have happened, did. There was no other way.

-Things will change now. -How?

The Colombians have understood that we command.

Now we are stronger.

But we must remain on the alert. We must watch out for everyone.

And be silent, You, too.

-With that thing always on. -What's this have to do with it?

I work with this. Do you think my husband keeps accounts by himself?

You work with it, and chat with it.

-What the hell do you mean? -You don't think I see?

-You're always chatting. -So what?

-It's my bullshit business. -And your husband's.

What you are doing is not nice, Rosaria.

What am I doing?

-Why do you stick your nose in this? -All right.

-Forget it. -Right. Otherwise I'll hit you.

Stop it, Antonia. You stop it too, Rosaria.

Come on.

All the other families asked for return of the bodies to Calabria.

Except for them.

-Isn't it strange? -It's a code.

They're doing it on purpose to show they've no part in it.

They don't want to mingle in with the others.

Are you the Italian police commissioner that they sent here?

Chief Battaglia. My condolences.

My son was a good boy, you understand?

We left Calabria so we would have nothing to do with these things.

I raised him as a proper and clean boy.

Madam, I believe you,

but help us understand who could have killed him.

I don't know.

Maybe we can start with his friends.

They were all good kids.

They had come here just to work.

Just as he did.

My son died by chance. It could have happened to anyone.

My son was only 18 years old.

I don't want you to disgrace him.

I don't want to read anywhere that he was a delinquent.

That evening, your son had been initiated.

There was a burned holy card of Saint Michael the Archangel.

You know what that means, don't you?

The amount of weapons in that restaurant, you could've started a war with them.

It's not true!

It's not true! My son had nothing to do with it.

My son had nothing to do with it.

All right, madam.

We'll find and send to prison whoever killed your son.

I want it that no other boy gets killed the way my son did, without a reason.

-Can you promise me that? -No.

I cannot promise you that.

For as long as mothers don't give us a hand,

sons will continue to die.

Then the Lord will help us.

Of course.

There are almost 200,000 of you in our region.

In the '70s, we had mines and steel mills.

You came to look for jobs,

as cheap manual labor.

Then you opened restaurants and stores.

When the Turks and Albanians arrived,

trouble began.

Do you think it is a fight for the territory?

It's possible.

I am not so sure.

When 'Ndrangheta gets into business, it uses its head.

There is something irrational here.

It is a massacre that comes from impulse.

And Ferragosto was not just an ordinary day.

It should be celebrated like this? With a massacre?

That is just the point.

Pedullà, you received the list of victims from San Luca and its surroundings.

You must reconstruct family ties, the families they belong to,

police records and families with which they are at war.

-All these things. -All right.

Also check the ballistics. Let's see if we can trace the weapons.

And please verify all the murders

that have taken place in San Luca during holidays, in the last 20 years.

Christmas, Easter…

Sir, what's the sense of it?

Don't worry. I have an idea.

Remember the shooting at Carnival in 1991?

-Yes. What about it? -You'll see.

All right.

-Good night, sir. -Good night, Pedullà.

We do agree?

Two hundred in ten days in Amsterdam. It's all right?

-It's fine with me. -Not at all.

Two tons are too little. Let's make it double, four tons.

Why? Is he allowed to talk now, too?

As if he were my son.

Maybe it isn't clear, or you don't understand me.

I only reach agreements with the people I know.

I have never seen these two before.

Understand?

I think you've heard of them.

Really? Why?

They're the Germany guys. Is that enough?

Holland is a good market.

The boys are right.

Four tons can go.

OK.

Four tons. Let's close it here.

But on time.

All right?

-All right. -Deal.

You said something right. Even the Colombians will know who we are.

Let's toast.

Cheers!

Sir, there is news. Remember the woman killed at Christmas?

The Christmas murder. Maria Albanese, wife of Angelo Albanese.

They wanted to kill him, but his wife died and he was left crippled.

You know who the number one suspect was for Maria Albanese's death? Get that.

I don't remember.

I'll tell you. Santoro Angelo. One of the six men who died at Duisburg.

Shit! I knew it!

Turks and Albanians have nothing to do with this.

It's an 'Ndrangheta war between two families. It's existed for 20 years.

It can't be a simple matter of business. It's a feud.

There are about 20 soldiers who can shoot among the Lapadula-Albanese men.

The revenge for the wife of a boss isn't carried out by any soldier,

but a close relative.

Let's keep the Lapadula-Albanese family under control. Do that.

Is this where you find refuge when you want to be alone?

Yes, but word is getting around.

Block, I had confirmation of what I thought.

The town of San Luca has been divided into two clans.

On one side, the Politano-Favara one, on the other, the Lapadula-Albanese one.

What happened here in Duisburg

is the last act of a war between these families.

At times, the fight for power and money

can become something more.

In Calabria we call it "faida", meaning feud.

Flour!

During 1991 Carnival, two boys of the Lapadula-Albanese clan

were killed because of a Carnival joke that ended badly.

What are you doing?

-Go. He's coming! -Run!

Run!

Scoundrels, bastards!

I'll show you.

-Look who's here. -What does he want?

-Did you have a good time? -What the hell are you doing?

-Hey! -Oh, God.

EASTER, 1993

As of that moment, massacres began.

One time they kill a Pollitano-Favara man,

another time someone from the Lapadula-Albanese clan.

MAY 1, 1997

Every murder is followed

by revenge from the rival clan.

It's been going on for years.

NEW YEAR'S EVE 2003

CHRISTMAS, 2006

The last execution took place last year, on Christmas.

Maria Albanese.

The shots were not for her, but for her husband, Angelo.

He is a boss. If they had killed him, it would have been much less serious.

Killing a woman, a mother,

in Calabria is very serious and deserves exemplary punishment.

Exactly like the six dead men you picked up on that asphalt.

These stories are fascinating.

-But they are just hypotheses. -Believe me.

These dead people are connected to one another.

It all began with kids who threw rotten eggs at the Carnival.

Feuds usually stem from something trivial.

I will not go to the District Attorney

and tell him that our lead is based on eggs thrown at a carnival in 1991.

Block… You like facts.

Then let's put it this way.

All these deaths have a common denominator.

They all took place during a feast day.

-It's a code, understand? -What code is it?

It's for the relatives of the dead person to remember that day all their lives,

and they will never celebrate it again.

I don't know.

-We'll talk about it again tomorrow. -Excuse me. Where are you going now?

Home. My dog is waiting to take a walk.

-The investigation? News on the car? -We don't know what cars they are.

We must solve the matter, right?

-How? -I have an idea.

What idea?

Let's have various cars drive past the newsstand with their headlights on.

We'll have them filmed by the video cameras

and have them examined by experts.

Each car creates a ray of light that's different from the others.

They are like fingerprints.

How many models would you like to see?

I would say all of the Economy cars, for the moment.

I found a big used car dealer.

The only problem is, that I don't speak German.

OK, let's go.

This one…

That one, too.

This one.

-This one? -That one, too.

Hello.

-For you, sir. -Thanks.

Why isn't anyone here this evening?

Thank heavens that every once in a while there's someone like you, an Italian.

After the mess the Calabria men caused,

nobody will come here for a while.

-People are afraid. -Of what?

That a massacre can take place here, too.

We're Italians, right?

-People don't know if we're Mafia or not. -Of course.

Thank you.

My gosh.

I now live according to this dog's need.

I ordered another bottle,

but if we want to drink it together, we must use our first names.

All right, I'm for it.

Cheers.

I've always liked Italian wine.

Women too, it seems.

Forget it.

How did you two meet?

When I was a kid, my folks took me on vacation to Lake Garda. To windsurf.

Then I continued going back.

One summer I met her and we got married.

Rather banal.

Why did you break up? Only if you want to talk about it.

It all began with an investigation.

I was with a colleague, although…

The term "colleague" doesn't come close.

He was my best friend.

It was supposed to be a routine police operation,

but instead, it went to pot.

I let him go ahead and he was shot.

I'm sorry.

You know what the last thing he said to me was?

That it wasn't my fault.

But it was my fault.

He was counting on me, and he died,

in front of my eyes.

A dark period began for me.

Depression… I drank a lot.

I was violent, pissed off with the world.

My wife held up for a while,

but then she couldn't take it anymore.

She returned to Italy.

But…

she left Leonardo with me.

Italians…

My curse.

Now you even got stuck with a ball-breaker Calabria guy, huh?

-Guys, can't we keep some of this? -Forget it.

This is the first instalment for the Colombians.

-Can we trust them? -What question is that? They're serious.

Brother, how much will we make in this round?

So much that you can't imagine.

Well then, love…

I'll tell you right away.

I want a villa in Ibiza, with a pool.

-With a pool? -Yes.

You didn't understand a thing.

I will buy all of Ibiza!

And even Formentera!

When you return to Italy, I don't think you'll like your coffee anymore.

Impossible. This coffee is worse than the American one.

-This is to fight nostalgia. -You are making me emotional.

To what do I owe so much attention?

I have the results from the video experts.

-They found out what car it is. -Good.

A black Clio.

-Perfect. -That's not all.

They called us from Holland.

They found an abandoned car with a German license plate.

Near the border.

Guess what car it is?

TEGELEN, HOLLAND

Nice to meet you.

What do they say?

They found organic traces on the steering wheel, on the seat belts

and on the gasoline cap.

-Is it a stolen car? -No, rented.

-By whom? -An Italian. Domenico Iannillo.

He is a waiter in a pizza place in Gaast.

Let's go have a chat with him.

Why are you nervous, Iannillo?

We just want to chat.

-Are you Italian? -From Reggio.

"Do no evil, fear no evil."

Of course. We are all proper people here and honest workers.

Italians like you, Chief.

Really?

I left my town to work. And we only work here.

I've heard that before. You know who told it to me?

The mother of a boy who died here in Duisburg.

You know nothing, I imagine.

No, I don't.

We went to your place, Iannillo. We found this.

A receipt from a gun store.

"Franconia Gun Store" in Gaast,

where two bullet-proof vests were bought.

It is in the name of Giuseppe Lapadula with your home address. Explain that.

You put it there to frame me.

You know what I think, Iannillo? That Lapadula was your guest.

Then you two took the vests, and rented the car.

-And together you did the massacre. -I've got nothing to do with it!

You know what that means? I'll bury you to hard prison.

Why do you think that? I never touched a gun!

I just did a favor for a friend.

I lent him my home and rented a car for him. That's all.

It's normal to help a fellow townsman.

Is it normal to rent a car to go and kill six people?

I didn't know what it was for. I swear!

Sit down.

Sit down, I said!

You're up shit creek, Iannillo. I don't believe you.

I've got nothing to do with it. I swear.

I just did a favor for a fellow townsman.

Nobody does anything for nothing.

Let's go.

I just did a favor for a fellow townsman.

-Do you think he's lying? -Sure.

He knows all about the massacre, but he didn't participate in it.

-He's an affiliate, a small fish. -How can you say that?

Blood ties are what matter in feuds.

Iannillo is a "picciotto". He can't intervene in the family feud.

-So it was Lapadula? -Sure.

Even the accomplice belongs to the family.

-What is it? -I had a DNA verification done.

We have a data bank of all the arrested people.

Giuseppe Lapadula in Germany has a record for robbery.

-And even Francesco Albanese. -And so?

We were lucky.

The biological traces on the car and in Iannillo's apartment

belong to Lapadula and Albanese, unmistakably.

Let's go get them.

-Where? -At their place.

Guys, focus. I'll give you the signal in a bit.

-OK. -Focus.

San Luca is the Bethlehem of the 'Ndrangheta.

It is a sacred place for them.

They control all their deals from here.

How can this small town

be the capital of the most powerful Mafia of Europe?

This is their force.

They never show power or money. They don't need to.

They have learned to rule without being noticed.

-Sir, what'll we do? -Wait.

-Pedullà! -Here I am.

-Are we ready? -Whenever you want.

-Then let's start. -Come on!

Keep ready and focus! Come on!

Go! Hurry!

SAN LUCA

Come on!

Stefano, at the door. Watch out for the windows.

Antonio, Rocco, come down with me.

Open up. Police!

Police! Open!

Open!

Police!

-Who is it? What do you want? -Open, madam. Police!

-What is going on? -We have a search warrant. Stay here.

Antonio, Rocco, upstairs. Someone must be here.

Five with me, some in the kitchen. Quickly!

Come on, let's check everything. Come on!

Madam, it's the Crime Squad of Reggio. Here is the warrant.

-What is happening? -Sit down. Let us work.

-What do you want? -Relax and sit down, please.

"Relax".

Rosaria! Antonia!

What do you want?

What do you want?

Holy Virgin Mary, Holy God…

Only my daughter and the kid are upstairs. What are you looking for?

Antonia! Rosaria!

Don't you knock anymore? Weren't you taught manners?

-We must do a search. -Come.

Giovanni, look in the basement. Go on.

-Stop. Where are you going? -It's a police search.

-Now calm down and go upstairs. -My son is here!

-Let me see. -You must all leave!

Take the child upstairs.

Nobody is here. There's nothing!

-Nobody is here. -Madam, please calm down.

Calm down and let us work.

There's nothing here.

Let's see if something comes up here.

Go down.

Bro, when you've finished, put everything in order.

Do you understand?

-You must leave, bastards! -Please. Come on!

-Giovanni, what did we find? -Nothing.

Out! One must check the children's room and one comes with me.

-Vincenzo, what did you find? -Nothing.

Everyone in the basement.

What is going on? Who are you?

-You are Giuseppe Lapadula's wife. -Antonia Lapadula.

Tell me what you're looking for. That way we won't waste time.

We are looking for your husband. And yours too.

I'm sorry. We are the only ones in this house.

My sister-in-law, my mother, the children and myself.

-Mom, who are they? -They are cops.

Don't worry. They are leaving now.

Where is your husband hiding?

Why should he hide? Giuseppe didn't do anything.

Why isn't he here?

He's away for work.

-Is he? -Yes.

-What's his job? -A salesman.

-Yours too, I imagine. -Exactly.

Sir, nothing. They're not here.

-Did you look thoroughly? -Everywhere.

-Keep looking outside. -All right.

What is this?

Our website.

Your website?

You put the pictures of those wanted on Internet?

It's the procedure.

In Germany, the data of those wanted is made known immediately.

Damn it.

What got into you to slap everything on Internet?

Photos, names… A 10,000 Euros reward.

We came to capture them and they already knew.

-It is our procedure. -I don't give a damn about the procedure.

They slaughtered six people. When will we get them now?

You don't have to remind me. It happened in Germany.

-Pedullà. -Yes.

Call the men. We're going.

Come on, guys. Everyone in the car.

So, Battaglia.

Tell me if I am wrong.

Lapadula and Albanese escaped under our noses.

To obtain this result, we mobilized 20 men in the Crime Squad.

I am sure they were in San Luca.

-We were one step away. -And so what happened?

-We obviously moved too late. -Battaglia.

How far has the investigation gotten?

We have to start over again. Understand where they ran to.

-Giuseppe, hi. -Hi, Rosaria.

-Everything OK? -Everything's fine.

-How did it go with the cops? -What do you think?

They made an ass of themselves because they didn't find anything.

-And you? -We drove all night.

Francesco and I we took turns but we're here.

-Where? -Rosaria, don't make me say it.

We are in Amsterdam for that thing.

By the way…

When we finish, you or Antonia must bring the rest of the cash.

Leave Antonia out of this. I'll bring it to you.

The cops are on top of us. We are condemned.

They have to get you first. They have nothing in their hands.

I'm leaving now.

-I don't trust this chat. -All right.

Giuseppe, be careful.

We are all proud of you, here.

Understand? Bye, brother.

Bye.

Thanks for covering me with your boss.

-Sorry, it was my fault. -Forget it.

Excuse me. I got pissed off at you.

-Come to dinner at my place. -Sure?

-Your wife won't get upset? -For a bowl of spaghetti?

No. My wife is glad to have guests. Come on, get in.

Their faces are everywhere.

But the rest of the world is at their disposal.

Yes, but they are running away.

He who runs away, sooner or later makes a mistake.

It's a matter of time.

We must concentrate on the Lapadula sisters-in-law

but without being noticed.

When you have two policemen at home for dinner the conversation is exciting.

-You are right. We are boring. -Excuse us.

May I ask a question? Do you have a gun?

Yes, certainly. Otherwise what sort of policeman would I be?

What model do you have? A Beretta, like Dad?

-No. We have a HK-P10. -What?

It's called H-K-P-10.

It is a German gun.

-Is it caliber nine? -Yes.

-How many shots does the charger have? -13.

-Dad's Berretta has 15. -We have 15.

You're an expert!

Do you want to be a policeman when you grow up?

I hope not! One is enough in the family.

It's more than enough.

-Enough! -I'm sorry.

-Have you ever shot it? -Pietro, what question is that?

Why?

Yes, it's happened.

-And you killed someone? -Pietro! Enough, please.

I'll tell you a secret.

A good policeman is one who manages not to use his gun.

In Alarm for Cobra 11, The Highway Police they shoot a lot.

-They're German, right? -They are fake. It's television.

That doesn't happen in real life.

-Shall we eat? It'll get cold. -Yes.

-This is pasta with 'Nduja. -Pasta…

With 'Nduja.

You dream of this in Germany.

-Enjoy our meal! -You too.

Pietro, eat. Come on.

You have a lovely family. Good for you.

Good for me? They are good for putting up with me.

I am never home, and when I am, my head is with my work.

You didn't tell me why you decided to become a policeman.

Because of a bicycle.

-A bicycle? -Yes.

Where I come from, in summer, when I was a little boy,

there was nothing to do but riding a bike.

One day my father gave me one.

A beautiful, brand new one.

Unfortunately, the following week the bicycle disappeared.

Someone had stolen it.

I looked for it everywhere, until I found it.

A boy had taken it, the son of our neighbors.

I went to my father and asked him to come with me to get it back.

He said no and that I had to leave it with the other boy.

I cried and protested, but he was relentless.

That is how it was then.

The bicycle was his, even if he had stolen it.

I can still remember the words my father said to me.

"Michele, don't insist. That is how things are here."

Why?

That boy was an Alvaro, an 'Ndrangheta family.

An employee like my father, could not challenge him.

He had to lower his head.

That is why I made the choice to become a policeman.

Because I didn't want things to be that way anymore.

Come on. Let's go.

They are innocent!

You are getting people who have nothing to do with it!

You should be ashamed. Understand?

It is shameful. The State is a traitor!

Mr. journalist, I must tell you something. Come here.

Talk to us!

My husband and my brother have nothing to do with it.

Put that in your head.

Just because their names are Lapadula and Albanese,

the State has decided that they are guilty, without evidence.

OK.

-All right. Excuse me. -It is shameful!

Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?

Why are they upset with you?

Because after the mess that happened in Germany,

they had to find culprits.

-Right? -Sure!

They're innocent!

Otherwise the Italian police would've made a bad impression.

-Exactly. -Besides…

We are tired of raising our children without fathers.

Having a husband in hiding,

means raising orphans.

The fathers of our children

had to run away because of the police and the State.

Do you realize it or not, that they told a bunch of bullshit!

They are innocent!

As you can see, the protest continues.

The women chained themselves and won't give up.

I have nothing else to tell you. And now, back to the studio.

From San Luca that is all. Thank you.

Demonstrations used to be against Mafia men, not in favor of them.

It's incredible, unacceptable.

We are the laughing stock.

YET ANOTHER INJUSTICE, MY SON FRANCESCO ALBANESE IS INNOCENT

Rosaria, you made a commotion.

They talked about it here, too.

-You thought I would be silent? -Good girl.

Listen to me. The money for the exchange with the Colombians arrived.

-Do you feel like bringing it? -Certainly!

Do you think I'm Antonia who shits in her pants for anything?

Leave her alone. She is a good girl. You are the hothead.

I am your sister.

You know that if I want, I have more balls than my husband.

Antonia left.

-Really? -Yes.

Good.

Goodbye.

-Bye, Rosaria. -Bye, Giuseppe.

AMSTERDAM

My love.

-Hi, Giuseppe. -Hi.

-What's the matter? -I was afraid I wouldn't find you.

-I feel lost without a phone. -I'd have looked for you anywhere.

-You look thin. Do you eat? -I am fine. I do eat.

Come here, rascal!

Are you happy to see Dad?

I have become famous!

-Now we have to live here? -For a while, yes.

-You don't like Holland? -It always rains here.

One day it rains, one day it's sunny.

Come up. I'll show you the new home.

I can't believe we've arrived.

-Did you have a good trip? -Yes.

-Did anyone follow you? -No. I did everything you said.

We did something asinine. We lost Lapadula's wife.

You were to watch the women closely! What happened, Pedullà?

We don't have enough men.

-We were controlling the demonstration. -That is his wife!

Did you check the communications?

The phones have been tapped. But they are shrewd. They use Internet.

We must enter their computers, find out what they write in chats.

It's complicated. Our procedure does not include interceptions.

I don't give a shit about procedures! We are not in Germany here!

It means that we will create a new procedure.

Find the best computer specialists!

Intercept Lapadula's sister.

I want to know everything about her.

If we even lose her, we are screwed.

-Go on. -Come on, guys.

My love.

You must decide which games to bring. Understand?

-Yes. -Choose them.

-Are you sure, my child? -Mom.

He is my husband.

And every good wife must stay with her husband. Or not?

And then there is Giuseppe, too.

There'll be nobody left in town.

We'll be back sooner or later, Mom. With our heads high.

And if they get you?

The cops will never get my dad and my uncle.

What do you know?

They have balls!

While cops are shit men!

You see?

That's right, Mommy's love.

That is the way you should speak.

You see? You must not worry. There is a man with me.

-Is it true or not? -Yes!

Bravo. Finish packing, love.

-Come on. -Yes.

-It's this one. Not that one. -Just a minute. This is it.

-Nothing yet? -No, sir.

-Nothing. -Come on.

No.

-Is it this? -No.

-Nothing is turning up? -We're trying but it takes time.

With this, we have reached seven.

Do you keep accounts, like my wife?

-Hello? -Antonia.

-How are you? -Everything's fine.

-And you? -Everything is fine.

Listen, sir. Maybe this is it.

-What's up? -Nothing.

When are you coming?

Hurry. I already packed my bag.

Will you bring my raincoat? It's raining here.

Do you want the white or blue one?

-The white one. -All right.

I'll take care of it. Do you need anything else?

No, nothing.

-All right. Say hello to my brother. -All right.

-Bye, Rosaria. -Bye, Antonia.

We have them. It's them.

Very good, guys. Keep it up.

It is the moment to hang in there. Don't give up.

Let's go.

I won't tell you what number we have reached.

Good idea.

Down!

It's her!

Yes?

-The woman left the house. -Stay on top of her.

-But don't let her notice you. -We'll follow her.

She's moving.

Come on!

Wait.

Yes?

She's getting the bus to Rome. What'll I do?

Get on the bus with her.

-Block and I will come by car. -OK.

See you in Rome.

Let's go.

Come on.

How can I get on? I don't have a bag. She'll be suspicious.

-Let's follow them in the car. -No, it's not a good idea.

Battaglia said not to lose sight of her.

Wait here.

Excuse me. How much do you want for one of these bags?

-We have these. -I need one. How much?

-One hundred euros. -One hundred? Are you crazy? Fifty, OK?

-All right. -I'll take this. Bye.

-Where are you? -On the bus.

-With her? -Yes.

I alerted the squads in Rome Tiburtina Station. They'll take over your shift.

-Don't lose sight of her. -All right.

What the fuck!

Sorry.

Excuse me. Did you see a girl with a boy this tall?

No, I don't think so.

Darn you, Mimmo!

First you say you must pee, and now you don't have to pee.

A bit longer and we'll miss the bus. Come on.

Let's go.

ROME TIBURTINA STATION

Yes, Pedullà.

We're here. Where are you?

In the square.

Yes, I see you.

Here she is. She's getting off. We'll take care of it now.

You go back to Reggio.

At the good part, return to Reggio?

-What do you want to do? -Come with you.

Wait. She is going towards a car.

She just got on board.

They are moving. Hurry. We are waiting for you.

I'm going inside. You check the exits.

Be careful.

Here she is. It's her!

Go!

Sir, the girl changed cars. She went out.

Stay on top of her. We are coming.

Let's go.

They are going to Germany.

They're not going to Germany. They are going to Holland.

I'll advise the Dutch police.

AMSTERDAM

Let's go, Mimmo.

Take a look!

This is a lovely playground!

Mom, come here!

-What'll we do? -Let's wait.

Here they are.

-It's them. -Yes.

-Look who is coming! -Hi!

-It's Dad! -Dad!

-Hi, Rosaria. -Hi.

-How's it going? -Yes, Dad!

-Say hi to my brother. -All right.

We'll follow the woman. You and the others take care of Albanese.

Pedullà. There is a child. Be careful.

Albanese, keep calm and nobody will get hurt.

Go to Mom.

Guys, take care of the lady and the child.

Don't touch me!

You must not touch me!

Francesco!

Francesco!

I wouldn't do it, Albanese.

Keep calm. It's not convenient. We'll get hurt.

You are completely surrounded. You must surrender. Understand?

Albanese, stop.

Piece of shit.

Luca, give me the handcuffs!

Turn around, piece of shit.

Give them to me. Give it.

Get up!

-Fuckin' cops! -Be quiet, jerk.

Love, listen to me.

You must never be afraid of anything. Understand?

Yes.

We are the strongest, Mimmo.

We are the strongest.

-Let's get him. -We must wait for the Dutch police.

We risk that he'll run away again!

-No, they are coming. -What if Lapadula calls his sister?

Shall we have Pedullà answer?

We must do it now. You and me.

OK.

But I will go ahead.

Who the hell are you?

-Giuseppe Lapadula, you are under arrest. -Fuck off.

Freeze where you are!

Drop the gun.

Go away!

Go away, fuckin' cops!

It's over, Giuseppe.

You are under arrest.

Freeze or I'll shoot you!

Drop that fuckin' gun! Don't do anything stupid.

I'll kill you, fuckin' cop!

Drop the gun! Don't move.

Come on.

Bastard. You're not worth a fingernail of my husband.

Fuckin' cops!

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

I hope you'll make different choices than your parents.

Die, son of a bitch.

ONE YEAR LATER

Arianna is lovely, isn't she?

Whose feet are these?

Whose are they? They are Da…

-Right. -Dad's!

Dad, look here!

-Good, love! Just like Dad. -Very good, Pietro.

Put it here.

Dry yourself or you'll get cold.

Come here.

Come here.

-Give me this. -Come here.

And you, when will you come fishing with us?

Arianna, when will you come fishing with us?

-Well? -Tell Dad. Go on.

All three of you!

Who does this dog belong to?

Did you see? What a big dog.

Leo, come here.

They told me there's a beautiful sea in Calabria.

I had a week's vacation, so I thought I'd see for myself.

-Good for you. Welcome. -Thank you.

Is she the latest arrival?

-Yes, she is Arianna. -Beautiful.

-My compliments, madam. -Thank you.

-This is a small gift for Arianna. -No…

Thank you, Thomas. You shouldn't have.

There is also something for Pietro.

-Is it for me? -Sure. But put a chain on it!

-Don't let anyone steal it. -OK.

Leo!

Come here.

-Did you take a vacation? -Yes.

Good for you.

Shall we have a beer?

Yes, it's a good idea.