All language subtitles for My.Name.Is.Vendetta.2022..720p.NF.Web.x264.ItEn.AAC.2ch.ESub.S420

(crickets chirp)

(wind gusts)

(eagle screeches)

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- (breathes heavily)
- (eerie music plays)

Santo: "To kill or be killed…

this is the law."

"Showing mercy is
just a sign of weakness."

Jack London - The Call Of The Wild

(skate thuds)

It's a lesson that I wish I could forget.

(whistle blows)

(exhales sharply)

(in German)
Are you all right?

(whistle chirps)

(player 2, in English)
Come on, don't give up!

(whistle blows)

(suspenseful music playing)

(panting)

(whistle chirps)

(audience cheers)

- (player 3) Mine!
- (panting)

- (player 4) Pass it! Go!
- (shouting)

(grinding)

- (shouting continues)
- (player 5) Go! Go! Go!

(panting)

(player 3)
I got it! I got it! Right here!

- Go, Sofia!
- Get it, get it, get it, get it!

- (thumps)
- (player) Over here! I'm open!

- Pass it, pass it…
- (Sofia groans)

(whistle blows)

(player 3) How can you be so stupid?

Let's go! Let's go!

(whistle double-blows)

(Sofia screams)

Sofia, stay calm. Don't let it get to you.
Stay calm!

(referee) Eighty-five,

63, you're out!

(panting)

I never got why she does that.

If you're attacked,
you gotta defend yourself.

(indistinct background chatter)

(whistle blows)

- (sighs)
- (hockey stick thuds)

(pensive music playing)

- (door shuts)
- (sighs deeply)

(game noises echo)

(buzzer sounds)

(bold music playing)

(whistle chirps)

- All right, Sofi!
- You got it!

That's it. That's it, you got it!

(grunts angrily)

(music halts)

- (whistle blows)
- (horn sounds)

- (all cheer)
- (jubilant music plays)

(audience cheers along)

(Sofia whoops)

(audience applause)

(somber music playing)

(player 6)
We're gonna make it happen!

You guys did awesome!

Sofia: See you later, ladies.

- Bye, Sofia. See you.
- (claps)

(girl 2) Ciao, Sofi.

Ciao, danke.

Hey!

- You guys did it.
- (player 5) Later.

(player 6) Bye, Sof.

Hakim: Hi, babe.

Hey.

(inaudible dialogue)

You like Hakim?

Good guy, I suppose.

But if he hurts her,
he's gonna have to deal with me.

Santo, please. Come on.

- (scoffs)
- (chuckles)

Hakim: What do you say?

- I'll call you later?
- Yeah, that sounds cool.

- Hakim: Okay.
- See ya.

Hakim: Bye-bye.

(patting)

- (patting)
- Santo: There's the champion.

- (Sofia giggles)
- Well done, Sofi.

- Sofia: Thank you!
- You were amazing. (smooches)

- Thank you.
- Well done.

- (door shuts)
- Santo: Hop in.

Come on, get in.

You gonna keep your promise if I do?

What promise? I don't recall one.

Sofia: Papa, stop that.

- May I know what is this about?
- Well, he promised

that if I did what it takes
and we got into the playoffs…

- Ingrid: Hmm?
- Are you gonna?

(engine starts)

Are you gonna?

- Okay.
- Sofia: All right!

(engine revs)

(tender music playing)

Ingrid: Why did you promise her
a thing like that?

My love, she's almost 18.
She'll get her license soon.

Just gonna teach her a few things.

Santo, please.
You know how dangerous it is.

You're always making me worried--

- Mm.
- (smooches)

(vehicle honks)

Okay.
(chuckles)

- Ciao, my lover.
- (engine starts)

Relax, she's a great driver.

Bye, Mama.

(vehicle door shuts)

["Thunder" by Imagine Dragons plays]

(mill squeaks)

(engine rumbles)

You remember, right? Fast!

Sofia: Are you sure?

Santo: Go, go, go!

Push it, Sofi. You got it!

(splashes)

- Santo: Watch that bump on the right.
- (engine revs)

Santo: Back it up.

(engine revs)

That's when you juice it. Go!

(whoops)

(engine revs)

(laughs)
That is so fucking crazy.

(laughs)

(smashes)

(gasps)

(song ends)

(doors shut)

Sofia: I'm sorry.

Ah, we'll sort it out later. Go on.

All right. (giggles)

(birds chirp)

Sofia: Nah. No, thanks.

(clears throat)

Next week, we should get your mom
to come up here with us.

Or would that be the end of her?

(laughs) Oh, um…

I've been meaning to tell you
about next Sunday. Um…

Well, this weekend,
I have plans with Hakim.

A little retreat on a motorcycle.
No big deal, you know.

(stifles laugh)

Hmm.

Our friends will be there too, you know.
It won't just be us.

(wind blows)

Um, yeah.

Sofia: And, do you think
you could convince Mama?

(tender music playing)

Okay.

Sofia: Oh, my God. Thank you!

(laughs)

(exhales)

(sighs)

Santo: Look how beautiful this is.

Sofia: Are the mountains in Calabria
like this too?

They have the same silence.

(music fades)

Papa, why did you move here
when you were so young?

(wind blows)

For love.

Mama's a lucky woman.

(both giggle)

Come on.

Let's try and be home
before it gets dark.

Can we get one quick picture?

No. You know I don't like 'em.

Why don't you let me?
It's just to remember our day.

Santo: We don't need a photograph
to remember it by.

Sofia: Come on Dad, let's go.

Yeah, hold on.

(grunts)

(Sofia groans)

(taps on phone)

(cranking on side mirror continues)

(camera clicks)

(Santo sighs)

Okay, that'll hold till we get home.

(ominous music playing)

(ominous music playing)

(whirring)

(electronic pinging)

(rapid beeping)

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My Name is Vendetta

Rudi: We've confirmed
that all the biometric data's a match.

We got him, sir.

(ominous music crescendos)

(electric saw whirring)

- (machine engine rumbles)
- (sawing continues)

(music fades)

(Santo exclaims)

(planks clatter)

(in German) Stop! Something's off!

What's up?

It's not cutting straight.

Patrick: It's 0.5 mm at the most!

Let's finish the job and fix it tomorrow.

(in English)
I wanna do it now.

Would you be able to pick up Sofi for me,
at practice?

- Of course.
- Santo: Danke.

(blade cranks)

(creaks)

(door opens)

Sofia: Hi, Mama.

Ingrid: Hi, Sofia.

How was practice today?

Sofia: Good. It was good.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20

Ingrid: Can you help me
get dinner on the table?

Sofia: Yeah, let me throw my jersey
in the wash, and I'll be there.

Ingrid: Thank you.

(dishes clattering in dining room)

Patrick: Hey, little sister.

- Ingrid: Hi.
- (smooches)

(in German) What about Santo?
I've called him hundreds of times!

(in German) He's fixing the saw.

This late?

(pouring, glass sets)

Patrick: (muffled) I tried to tell him,

but your husband is stubborn, you know?

(ominous music playing)

(Patrick speaks indistinctly)

Ingrid: Here he is.

He'll be full of grease.

Then tell him to undress outside!

(laughs)

(exclaims)

Patrick! Help!

Help! Patrick!

- (thumps)
- (screams)

- (metal clangs)
- (grunts)

(groans)

(Ingrid screams)
Patrick!

Help! Patrick!

(grumbles)

(screams)

(mumbles)

(screams)

(bashes, smashes)

(gasps)

- (thumps)
- (screams)

- (screaming fades)
- (washing machine rumbles)

- (metal clangs)
- (Patrick grunts)

Ingrid: (in English) No!

(screams)

- (Rudi grunts)
- (pounding)

- (Rudi grunts, pounds)
- (gasps)

Mama?

- (panting)
- (suspenseful music playing)

(Rudi's footsteps approach)

(grunts)

(suspenseful music builds)

(gunshots sputter)

(panting)

(gunshot sputters)

(suspenseful music builds)

- (gunshot sputters)
- (exclaims)

(panting)

(music subsides)

Now she could be anywhere.

- We have to find that bitch.
- Let's go.

We gotta get out of here now.

Rudi: Fuck!

(slam)

RECENTS

DARLING

(call ringing)

(indistinct voicemail message)

(engine rumbles)

(call ringing)

(ominous music plays)

(tires squeak)

(hand brake ratchets)

(vehicle door shuts)

(gasps)

(ominous music builds)

Ingrid.

(breathes nervously)

(music climaxes)

(choked breath)

(strains)

(Santo sobbing)

Oh, God. Sofia.

(yells) Sofia!

(exclaims)

Papa.

(heavy footsteps)

- (sobs) Mama…
- We have to get out of here.

Papa, call an ambulance!

- Santo: We have to go now.
- No, let go of me!

They're dead, we have to leave.

Sofia: You're hurting me.

Mama!
(weeps)

(wails)
Mom! Mom!

Mom!

(urgent music playing)

Sofia: (sobs) Why are we running away?

And how could we just leave Mama
like that?

Not right now, Sofi.

Sofia: (yells) Tell me!

- Not right now.
- You have to tell me now!

- (hand brake ratchets)
- Santo: Sofi!

- (engine stops abruptly)
- (music subsides)

I want to know what the hell--

(yells) I can't tell you right now!
You fucking understand?

(sobs quietly)

(engine revs)

(urgent music builds)

(music fades)

Don Angelo: Do you have
good news or bad news?

Rudi: Unfortunately, the girl got away.

But other than that, the news is good.

Don Angelo: Oh, I see.

Come see me at my place.

It'll be late.

Don Angelo: Don't worry about it.

Us old folks don't sleep much.

See you later.

(latches door)

Sofia: What is this place?

Tell me where we are,
I don't want to fucking stay here.

It's just for tonight.
Tomorrow, we'll find something better.

Pa, why haven't we called the police yet?

- Santo: 'Cause we can't.
- Why not?

They'd take me.

But you haven't done anything wrong.

Oh, enough.

Wait, wait. Listen to me.

We're in danger,
or we wouldn't be in here.

- We're lucky not to be dead too.
- Just leave me alone.

Wait, stop!

- (yells) Listen!
- (gasps)

Now shut up.

And follow me.

(unsettling music plays)

(distant sirens blaring)

(glasses clicking)

(music subdues)

(footsteps echo)

Rudi: Good evening, Don Angelo.

Don Angelo: Good evening.

(key clicks)

- (Patrick screams)
- (metal clanks)

(screaming continues)

(unsettling music builds)

- Don Angelo: Pause it there.
- (key clicks)

(slams)

Fuck, it's not him.

How is that possible?
The picture looks just like him.

Rudi: You have to fix this.

Don Angelo wants him dead,
and that brat too.

Jesus, what a goddamn mess.

You'd better hurry up, or we're dead.
You understand what I'm sayin'?

Okay, I get it. I'm on it.

And tell Vituzzo.

Tell him the bastard is still alive.

- (shaver buzzes)
- (percussive music plays)

(music climaxes)

(shaver continues buzzing)

(ominous music plays)

(gun cocks)

(shaver continues buzzing)

(music stops abruptly)

(gunshot blasts)

(crickets chirp)

(sighs)

(dramatic music plays)

(Santo's footsteps pass by)

(thump)

(metal clangs)

(lid hits on wall)

(dramatic music builds)

(pages flip)

The Call of the Wild

The Call of the Wild
by Jack London

(footsteps approach)

Papa?

(whimpers)

Papa, please. I can't take it anymore.

(sobs)

(yells) Tell me what the fuck
are we doing here!

- (crashes)
- Why won't you answer me?

(crashes)

- Santo: That's enough.
- (whines)

Okay, okay.

(whines)

(somber music plays)

- It's okay.
- (whining subdues)

Before I was introduced to your mother,

my whole life was different.

I was a different person.

Sofia: Who were you?

I wasn't a good person.

You know of 'Ndrangheta?

It's a Sicilian Mafia.

And blood ties are the strongest thing

if you come from a family
that's part of it.

There's no escape.

They'd put a gun in your hand
and tell you to shoot rival families.

Either you die or the other person dies.

(tense music plays)

My name is not Santo Romeo.

(exclaims)

My real name is Domenico Franzè.

(whimpers)

That's why you avoided
having your picture taken, didn't you?

Oh, God.

I…

I took one of you.

It doesn't matter.

Sofia: Yes, it does!

(yells) Because you made me
believe a lie my whole life,

and because of you, Mama is dead!

(muffled sobs)

(owl calls)

(gun cocks)

(gun cocks)

(tapping on gun)

Sofia: What are you going to do?

Sofia, I'm gonna need you
to have faith in me.

You're not to use it or answer it
unless I'm the one who's calling.

You promise?

(serious music plays)

Wait for me here.

I'll be back soon.

(rustling)

Look at me.

Nothing will happen to us.

I swear to you.

(trunk thumps)

(door clicks open)

(door shuts)

(engine starts)

(music climaxes)

(Sofia breathes exasperatedly)

(keys beep)

(scoffs)

(shudders)

(keys beep)

(sniffles)

(breathes deeply)

(key beeps)

(dramatic music plays)

(shudders)

- Hakim.
- Hakim: Sofia.

Come and get me now, please.

Hakim: What happened?
The police are looking for you.

- Are you all right?
- Sofia: I'm all right, don't worry.

Hakim: I'm coming for you.
Tell me where you are.

You know, I'm at the abandoned hotel
by Speikboden bend. You know it?

Hakim: Yes, I-I got it.

Is your dad with you?

I don't know where he is,
and I don't care.

He's no longer my father.

I don't want to have anything
to do with him again.

Please, just come--

Don't worry, I'm on my way.

Please come fast. I can't wait.

- (engine revs)
- (tires screech)

(tires scratch)

Vituzzo: What do you mean it wasn't him?
They had a photo.

- They knew his face.
- (music fades)

And what exactly is a warning
supposed to do?

Now you have to help me do it.

Hello?

(distant bell clangs)

(sighs)

(switch clicks)

(keys rattle)

(menacing music plays)

(grunts, yelps)

- (Santo strains)
- (Vituzzo chokes)

(Santo grumbles)

- (yelps)
- (metal bashing)

(breathes heavily)

(strains)

- (Vituzzo screams)
- (smash)

- (thump)
- (Vituzzo chokes, groans)

(in Sicilian)
Who did it?

(choked panting)

(knife clicks, slits)

(guttural scream)

- (thuds)
- (choked panting)

Vituzzo: I have nothing to do
with this, I swear.

They came here yesterday,

they only stayed half an hour!

I don't know anything.

They'll kill me.

I'll kill you as well,
but first I'll make you suffer like a pig.

If you tell me what I want to know,
maybe you'll get to the hospital.

(sobs)
It was Don Angelo who sent them.

I didn't need you
to tell me that, dickhead.

(yowls)

- I want to know who did it!
- (pants)

(groans)
Marino Gallo.

Oh Lord, I'm dying.

Go on. I know there were two of them.

My daughter saw them.

Please, Santo, call an ambulance--

Santo: The name!

(chokes)

It's Rudi Crisarà… Rudi Crisarà.

Don Angelo's new right-hand man.

(chokes) Oh Lord, I'm dying!

(whispers)
You have just one way to be saved.

(stifled breath, chokes)

- Pray to God.
- (knife zings)

(thuds)

(music fades)

- (engine roars)
- (suspenseful music plays)

(panting)

Sofia: Hakim!

Hakim: (in English) Hurry up. Let's go.

- (engine revs)
- (car whooshes)

(engine revs)

(music pauses)

(music resumes with crescendo)

(tires scratch, screech)

- (engine revs)
- (tires squeak)

(exclaims)

(music subdues)

Sofia?

Sofia?

Sofia!

(engine rumbles)

(tires screech)

(yells) Sofia!

(suspenseful music builds)

(whimpers)

- (gunshot sputters)
- (Sofia cries)

(gunshot sputters)

Hakim: Hang on, Sofi.

(engine revs)

- Hakim: Head down, Sofia!
- (Sofia screams)

(gunshots sputter)

- (Sofia screams)
- (Hakim yelps)

- Sofia: Hakim!
- (Hakim groans)

(suspenseful music resumes)

Hakim: Run, Sofi. Go!

- I said run, now!
- Hakim…

- (gunshot sputters)
- No!

- Where the fuck do you think you're going?
- (whines)

Come here.

- Stop it.
- (grunts)

Shut up and I won't have to beat you.

(hushes)
Calm down--

(spits)

(Sofia cries)

What the fuck? Get your ass over here.

- That's it. (hushes)
- (continues whining)

Come on.
Now, let's give Uncle something--

- (bashes)
- (Marino yelps)

(unsettling music plays)

- Where do you think you're going?
- (whines)

Where do you think you're gonna go?

- (chomps)
- (yelps) Fuck!

- (whines)
- That's it!

(strains)

(weeps)

Get in there.

(weeps)

(rope zips)

(tape stretches)

(weeping muffled)

(Marino mumbles)

- (slams)
- Fucking brat, little bitch.

(panting)

- (slams)
- (engine starts)

- (gasps, grunts)
- (thumps)

(action music plays)

(blasts)

- (Marino grunts)
- (gun clatters)

- (whacks)
- (Marino grunts in pain)

(yelps)

(muffled sobs)

- (punching)
- (Marino grunts in pain)

(Sofia strains)

(both grunt)

- (slits)
- (screams)

(Sofia grunts)

(Santo growls)

(grunts)

(gunshot sputters)

- (grunts angrily)
- (whacks)

(stifled gasps)

(grunts)

(yelps)

- (bone cracks)
- (screams)

(panting)

No, Franzè!

- Santo: Turn away, Sofia.
- No, Franzè. Don't do anything stupid!

Don't do anything--

(panting)

(shudders)

(continues panting)

(sighs)

(shudders)

(continues panting)

(panting stops)

(breathes deeply)

Santo: Let's get out of here.

(thunder rumbles)

Michele: About this Alto Adige business…

I wish I'd been informed earlier.

- (munching)
- (utensils clank)

(breathes deeply)

- (munches)
- Michele: We are building this city.

We can say it's our city.

Please, sir. Let's avoid scandals.

We have to be invisible,
even for the banks.

Fuck off about the banks.

Michele: We have some 40 building sites
in Northern Italy.

We can't put everything at risk
for some sort of vendetta, sir.

(thumps)

A…

- fucking vendetta, asshole?
- Sorry--

(slaps)

- (tense music plays)
- (Don Angelo sighs)

Franzè… he murdered your only brother.

You should slit his throat
with your own hands.

Instead, you sit behind a desk
counting money.

Every time I look at you, I--

What's that, huh? What's on your mind?

That Franzè chose the wrong son
to be killed.

(snorts)

(tense music builds)

(Santo groans)

(sighs)

We're gonna have to get help.

(weakly) It's only a flesh wound,
and we can't stop moving.

(groans in pain)

(gear stick creaks)

(gear stick creaks)

(truck honks)

Sofia: Papa!

(tires screech)

(honk fades quickly)

(panting)

(groans)

(Santo sighs)

(blows)

(tires screech)

There's some extra clothes there
in the back.

You can change later.

- I'll meet you over there.
- Okay.

(grunts) Sofi.

(mumbles)

(groans)

- (coughs)
- (action music plays)

(door lock clicks)

(panting)

(indistinct background chatter)

(action music builds)

(breathes heavily)

(pants clatter)

(grunts in pain)

(cloth slops)

(indistinct chatter)

(door slams)

(indistinct background chatter)

(panting heavily)

- (cashier) That's 17.30.
- (TV news) Bodies of Ingrid Gruber

and her brother Patrick were found
beaten to death in this remote homestead

where the woman lived with her husband
and daughter, who are now missing.

Detectives cannot rule out
any possibilities, and it is feared that…

(Santo groans)

(knocking on door)

Sofia: Papa, it's me.

(panting)

(weak panting)

(panting continues)

(grunts)

(faucet whizzing)

(panting)

(strains, exhales)

(grumbles)

(groans in pain)

(splatters)

- (music fades)
- (echoed exhales)

["Boilermaker" by Royal Blood
playing on radio]

(passing vehicle whooshes)

- You can't drive. I'll take you.
- (vehicle door opens)

(groans)

Sofia: Where are we going?

We're going to Milan.

(sighs)

(engine starts)

When will there be an end to this, Papa?

It will be over when I finish something
I started more than 20 years ago.

["Boilermaker" plays up]

(engine revs)

(song ends)

(IV tube rattling)

(clicking)

Don Angelo: He's killed Vituzzo.

The guy with the restaurant in Bolzano.

He knew he was associated with us.

(sighs) Oh, God. No.

This situation gets
more and more fucked up.

Then he could track us. Will he?

He isn't…

a person looking to escape.

He's an honorable man.

Papa, why don't you drop
this "honor story"?

(sighs)

(chair drags)

Papa, do you really want to risk it all

for one man?

Don Angelo: Michele.

Forgive me for mistreating you today.

But there are some things

that you can never understand.

Do you trust in me?

(tense stinger plays)

Yes, I do. Of course I do, Papa.

(action music plays)

Slow down a bit.

Park over there.

Before we go to Milan,
there's one thing we have to do.

(tires screech softly)

(door clicks open)

(groans in pain)

(door shuts)

(Santo groans)

(metal clanks)

(door clicks open)

- (Santo inhales)
- (flashlight clicks)

(Sofia breathes nervously)

(tool cranks)

(engine starts)

- (door shuts)
- Go ahead.

(music halts)

Don Angelo: Dr. Ferrario.

I still haven't thanked you
for the work you did with the faces.

Ferrario: The facial recognition, yes?

(sips)

(cup clinks)

Did you happen to find your acquaintance?

Don Angelo: We found him.

But it seems, he's vanished again.

It appears he's in Milan,

and he's unhappy with us.

The facial recognition
you did on the Internet…

could you do that in real life,
using surveillance cameras?

Ferrario: Uh, surveillance cameras?

Yes. Throughout Milan.

Ferrario: With access
to the public safety network,

we can extend our search
to a greater number of people.

Is that possible?

(sinister music plays)

I worked for the state
before opening up on my own.

I know the right people.

We would appreciate it greatly.

And also for her too.

Ferrario: I'm on it.

(sinister music continues)

(radio announcer) More bloodshed
in the hunt for Domenico Franzè,

the 'Ndrangheta killer
on the run since last night.

Three more deaths appear to be linked
to the criminal…

Milan

…who is now the most wanted man
in Northern Italy.

His daughter, Sofia, was seen
at a service station near Merano.

The police consider Franzè to be armed
and very dangerous.

(blaring sirens pass by)

(sighs)

FOR SALE

Pull over.

(engine stops)

Okay, wait for me here.

(groans)

(door shuts)

(trunk opens)

FOR SALE

(gate squeaks)

(phone beeps)

COME HERE

(ominous music plays)

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

(thuds)

(ominous music continues)

(labored breathing)

Sofia: Pa, is it really painful?

Santo: No, I just need
to breathe a little.

(groans)

(breathes heavily)

(grunts intermittently)

(panting)

(continues panting)

- (thud)
- (music halts)

Papa?

Papa?

(loudly) Papa!

Papa, answer. Can you hear me?

(distressing music plays)

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck. Fuck!

(shudders)

(sobs)

(distressing music builds)

PHARMACY

(music climaxes)

(distant bang)

(music fades)

(loud knocks)

Hey, please open the door.

(loud knocks)

- (grumbles)
- (raps on door)

Please, I need help.

Where can I find the doctor?

We can't help you, get out of here.

- No, I need a doctor.
- Just go away.

Let me in. I need to find a doctor.

Leave now!

- (thumps)
- Do you want all this?

(somber music plays)

- (worker 1, in Chinese) Easy. Go easy.
- (worker 2) Right, that's right.

Sofia: (in English) Pa.

(echoes)
You're gonna be okay.

(man 1, in Chinese) Come on, move him…

- (Santo chokes)
- (distorted voices)

- (groans, chokes)
- (indistinct chatter)

(strains)

(moans)

(man 1, in Chinese)
Quick, quick, quick!

(ethereal music plays)

(sighs)

(Ingrid cries, strains)

(nurse) There she is.

(warped scream)

(baby bawls)

(breathes deeply)

(nurse) Well done.

(Ingrid's cry echoes)

Santo: Hello, my love.

(tender piano music plays)

If you're reading this letter,
it means I'm dead.

(stapler clicks)

- But that doesn't matter.
- (baby whines)

Because if I can say that I have lived,

it's all thanks to you.

(baby cries)

You, my love… you saved my life.

- A life that didn't deserve to be saved.
- (cries)

Because it was full of nothing more
than cruelty

and violence.

I didn't know what love was

or the joy
of what it was like to be loved.

I lived to kill and killed to live.

I was just waiting for my turn to die

because I could no longer see
the difference between life and death.

I never expected that I would be saved.

But I was wrong.

Because even I,

from the pit of hell,

could still be blessed.

I knew nothing about life,

or about myself…

until you came along.

Your birth was my blessing.

Sofia.

My love.

(patting)

(music fades)

(beeping)

- (indistinct chatter, laughter)
- (upbeat music playing)

(woman) Whoops.

(both laugh)

(both gulp)

(Michele sniffs)

What's going on?

You were right.

Your father wants us
to keep looking for Franzè.

(sighs) He's so fucking predictable.

Yes, he made me set up a much wider,
much more extended search than before.

It's complex. It's illegal.

And it'll cost you.

It's incredibly costly.

Especially because I'm gonna have to
bother a lot of people with the state.

(woman laughs in background)

I could say he couldn't be found.

No, he'd pick up on it.

He always figures out what I do.

Tell you what, let's do this.

Give him whatever he wants
but keep me informed at all times.

Santo: I'm sorry it happened to you too.

(somber orchestral music playing)

To have to live this life.

Pass me one of those.

(grunts)

(clicks)

We have to get out of here,

as soon as possible.

(operator) We have a few positions,
all from last night.

(electronic pinging)

They're all
between Quarto Oggiaro and Bovisa.

We've located them.

(rapid beeping)

(menacing music plays)

(electronic buzzing)

(operator) We also located a girl
in an industrial area nearby.

A warehouse that is a front
for illegal abortions.

(menacing music climaxes)

- (indistinct background chatter)
- (gun cocks)

(worker 3) I'll leave this to you.

(lady, in Chinese)
Move those things over before I leave.

(worker 3) Move those over. I'm in a rush.

(worker 4) Okay. I'm going.

(worker 3) Shut the door and let's go.

(man 4 grunts)

(choked groans)

(suspenseful music playing)

Keys, Battery, Control Unit

(compartment opens)

(snips)

- (sirens blare)
- (music fades)

(spark crackling)

(engine starts, rumbles)

(whooshes)

(menacing music playing)

(crashes)

(lady yelps)

Where's the man and the girl?

(lady pants)

Where are they?

(lady continues panting)

- (clatters)
- (gasps)

(curtain crashes)

(suspenseful music plays)

- (blasts)
- (bullet clinks)

(heavy, fast-paced footsteps)

(suspenseful music builds)

(suspenseful music builds)

- (gun clatters)
- (both men grumble)

(bashing)

I'll kill you
just like your hot piece of--

- (yelps)
- (grumbles)

(bangs)

(smashes)

(gunshots blast, zing)

(menacing music plays)

(mafioso 1) Stop.

- Stop right there!
- (gunshot blasts)

Hands up.

Don't move!

- (sputters)
- (Sofia screams)

(bullet clinks)

(panting)

(serious music plays)

(van whooshes)

Santo: Now that they've found us,
they won't stop until we're both dead.

SULFUR

That's why
we must make the first move, Sofia.

- (scrubs)
- We have no choice.

Kill to not be killed.

(fluid pours)

This is a lesson
I wouldn't have wanted to teach you.

I have a precise plan
but I can't do it on my own.

I need you.

(chain rattling)

Take this.

(knife clicks)

What am I supposed to do now?

Let your hand decide.

It shouldn't feel foreign to you at all,
but like it was meant to be a part of you.

If you're using a knife,
it means you're close to your opponent,

therefore close to danger.

- (chain clinks)
- To your death.

Fear must be put aside
to leave room for action.

You wouldn't have time for a second shot,

so the first one must be lethal.

Go on, try a position.

No. No.

Always point the knife
in front of you.

You attack with the knife,

you block with the knife.

Stand diagonally.
Never offer your body to your opponent.

Always keep moving,
use the other arm to keep your balance.

(bold music plays)

If you hit him here on the flank…

(chucks, rips)

…he'll feel excruciating pain,
but most likely he'll survive.

Hit here, the heart…

- (Sofia grunts)
- (chucks, rips)

The loss of consciousness
will be immediate.

In three seconds, he'll be dead.

But if you hit him right in the jugular…

your victim will have 30 seconds
before suffocating in his own blood.

The last face he sees will not be one
of someone who loves him,

but yours.

No revenge is crueler.

(bold music climaxes)

(gun cocks)

(music fades)

I found it.

Quadra Capital. Here are the blueprints
and layout of the building.

They're on the website
of the architectural firm

that did the interior design.

Good job.

(sighs)

You think it'll be successful?

Yes.

Then what?

Well, I have a friend in South Africa.

We can stay there in the beginning.

You and I.

Mm-hmm.

(somber music playing)

I keep thinking about Mom.

Why did I have to take that photo?

Santo: It's all my fault, Sofia,

because of the life I lived.

Forgive me.

Don't feel guilty about it, Papa.

You were just trying to survive.

You're like Buck.

The Call of the Wild

Santo: You've read it?

Yeah, we read it in middle school.

This book was your favorite?

Santo: I bought it at a fair.

The cover drew me in.

Sofia: I trust you. It'll be okay.

(action music plays)

(scooter engine zips)

(beeps, clicks)

(beeps, clicks)

(phone chimes)

(beeps, clicks)

(guard 1) You can't be here.

What are you doing with your phone?

- (in German) Excuse me. I got lost.
- (in English) What?

(in German) I wanted to head
to the city center

- but the sat nav wasn't working.
- (guard 1, in English) Don't care.

Just move it along.
You can exit over there.

(in German)
I'm sorry. I'll leave now.

(music halts)

(guard 1) Okay, you'll tell me later.
Bye-bye.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Santo: Keep your hands on the wheel
and drive to the garage.

(tense music plays)

Take a left turn over there.

(tires screech)

Park all the way down to the left.

(tires screech)

- Okay. Get out.
- (both doors open)

(both doors shut)

Come here.

Go on.

Move. Turn around.

- (whacks)
- (guard 1 grunts)

- (distant tires screech)
- (action music plays)

(distant tires screech)

(alarm sounds)

- (whacks)
- (guard 2 grunts)

(clashes)

The code.

- (clashes)
- (guard 2 grunts)

Unlock it.

Unlock it.

(guard 2 whimpers)

(taps)

(beeps)

- (guard 2 yelps)
- (thuds)

(pressing buttons)

(action music builds)

(gun cocks)

(spark crackling)

(suspenseful music plays)

(blasts)

- (woman 1) What was that?
- (man 1) What was that?

(woman 2) The hell was that?

(people murmuring)

(slams)

(action music builds)

- Stop there!
- (people clamor)

Everybody stay calm.

Michele: Just do what he says.

- (guard 3) Stop, let him go.
- He's a dead man if you shoot!

Put your gun on the ground.

(clamoring continues)

(guard 3) Let him go!

I have nothing to do with this.

(music subdues)

(shudders)

(fast-paced heavy footsteps)

(continues shuddering)

Michele: Kill me,
and your daughter will be next.

(guard 3) Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

(fast-paced footsteps)

(gasps)

(Michele grunts)

- (sighs)
- (action music crescendos)

- (hand brake clicks)
- (tires screech)

(guard yelps)

(gunshot blasts)

(tires screech)

Stop now!
(grunts)

(grumbles)

- (yowls)
- (thuds)

- (gunshot blasts)
- (guard 4) Man down!

- (gunshot smashes)
- (guard 4) Look out!

- (panting)
- (gunshot smashes)

(gunshot zings)

(gunshots bang, clash)

- Stay there!
- (blasts)

Go, go, go, go, go!

- You, don't move!
- (gunshot)

(gunshot zings, blasts)

(gunshots blast, smash)

(groans)

- (gunshots clash)
- (gun cocks)

(blasts)

(blasts, zings)

(guard 3) Run this way!

(gunshot zings)

(exhales sharply)

(panting)

(pants, grunts)

(gunshots bang, crack)

(gunshots spatter)

- (blasts)
- (screams in pain)

(tires screech)

- (yells) Go, go, go! Go!
- (gasps)

(gear stick clacks)

Santo: Back!

(engine whirring)

Sofi, turn left!

(car engines rev)

(tires screech)

Go now!

(tires screech)

(car engine revs)

(car whooshes)

(tires screech)

- (grunts)
- (thumps on hump)

- Get out of the way!
- (gasps)

(couple shouts)

(bashing, smashing)

(Sofia panting quickly)

(engine revs up)

- (bashes)
- Santo: Focus, straight!

- (Sofia yelps)
- (metal scratches)

(tires screech)

(cars bash, creak)

(crashes)

(tires screech)

- (gunshot spatters)
- (guard grunts)

- (shatters)
- (smashes)

(Sofia shudders)

(tires screech)

(clatters)

(music fades)

(beeps, clicks)

(door shuts)

It'll all be over soon enough.

(van door clicks open)

- (seat belt clicking)
- (hopeful music plays)

(engine starts)

(hand brake clacks)

(gear stick clicks)

(music fades)

Rudi: We got this today
from Michele's number.

That piece of shit got him.

There was a message sent with the photo.

Santo: You have an hour,
you son of a bitch, to turn yourself in

and confess to your crimes
over the last 30 years.

(choked coughs)

Give the names of all your affiliates,
political protectors, with evidence,

and most important,
all the numbers to current bank accounts

in Europe, London and South America,

or I'll be forced to kill
another one of your sons.

I want to hear the news on TV
before midnight tomorrow,

or Michele is dead.

But you do what I ask,

and I'll let you know
where you can find him alive.

(Don Angelo snorts)

Call Ferrario.

(sinister music plays)

(electronic whirring)

Ferrario: It's an abandoned rail yard.

The cell tower
picked up the phone for a second.

Just enough time to send the photo
before it was turned off.

But we have the position.

Rudi, you must not fail me again.

(sinister music builds)

- (lighter clicks)
- (gun cocks)

(sinister music climaxes)

- (music subdues)
- Get out here.

Mino: Copy that, boss.

(sinister music continues)

(car doors shut)

(inaudible speech)

(sinister music builds)

(music fades)

Rudi: There's the van.

- (tires screech)
- (menacing stinger plays)

Let's get out of here.

(gun cocks)

(thumps)

Mino, in the van.

(flashlight clicks)

(door lock clacks)

(light raps on van)

(Rudi shouts)
Michele.

Michele, it's me, Rudi.

- (door lock clacks)
- I came to free you.

(gunshot zings)

- (suspenseful music plays)
- (gunshots blast)

Mino: Behind the van!

(gunshot zings)

- (Mino yelps)
- (gunshot blasts)

Mino: Where the fuck is he shooting from?

You can't hide forever.

(shouts) Run!

- (gunshot zings)
- (yelps)

- (gunshot zings, rapid fire)
- (man grunts)

(heavy, fast-paced footsteps)

Mino: Get back, get back!

That son of a…

(heavy, fast-paced footsteps)

Rudi: Where the fuck is he?

- Mino: Here! I see him.
- Rudi: Where is he?

- (zings)
- Mino: Damn! Fuck.

- Rudi: He's comin' out!
- Mino: Kill him!

- Kill that son of a bitch!
- (gunshots sputter)

(gunshots blast)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gunshot bangs, zings)

- (device beeping)
- (music halts)

(cell phone rings)

(massive blasts)

- (shattering)
- (screams)

(loud bash)

(mafioso 2 shrieks, wails)

- Fuck.
- (blasts)

(eerie music plays)

- (air blows)
- (flames crackle)

(deep eerie breath)

(bangs)

(Santo gasps)

- (gunshot smashes)
- (yelps)

(exclaims)

(eerie music crescendos)

- (pounds)
- (yowls)

- (slits)
- (Rudi screams)

(music fades)

(heavy footsteps on metal floor)

(Santo sighs)

(whispers)
Do you really believe

for a second Don Angelo

would give up his fucking empire
to save his own kid?

My family was innocent.

(chilling music plays)

People like you and me…
(snorts)

We shouldn't have a family.

(shudders)

- (shouts)
- (stabs, blood sputters)

(multiple jabs)

(chilling music builds)

(Rudi retches)

(chokes)

(thuds)

(choking fades)

(music fades)

(Michele, muffled)
Please.

Please.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Please.

- (rips)
- (exhales sharply)

(whispers) I beg of you, a sip of water.
I'm dying of thirst.

(panting)

(glugs)

(panting)

(bottle sets)

Thank you.

I'm so sorry for what happened to you,
it was terrible.

(whispers)
You did it, asshole.

You did it
with your whole family of mafia maniacs.

It was all my father.

Sofia.

Your name is Sofia, isn't it?

I swear I only found out afterwards
what my father had done.

I swear if I had known before--

You didn't know
that your father was a mafioso?

(snorts)

You tell me.

Did you even know
who your father really was?

I know who my dad is.

I don't know what he told you,
but it's all bullshit.

(whispers)
Shut the hell up.

Listen to me. You don't know anything.

You think your dad's on some kind
of righteous crusade, but he isn't.

We're the victims, the Lo Biancos.

(yells) That's bullshit!

Your father murdered my brother.

He's killed dozens of people, Sofia.

He's an inhumane being, a criminal.

I don't think you can even fathom…

(somber music plays)

But you are different.

Your future is not yet written.

It's the future you imagined
until three days ago.

To have that gone forever…

This is not your war, Sofia.

You're not a Franzè.

Your father had no choice.

You did, but it's now or never.

Please let me go.

A-And you escape, save yourself.

Please, just untie me.

(panting)

(cell phone rings in distance)

Sofia?

Sofia, please.

(yells)
Please, just let me go, Sofia!

- Sofia, please!
- (ringing continues)

How many more people have to die, Sofia?
Oh, please!

(ringing continues)

(key beeps)

Hello?

Santo: Hey, sweetheart. It's me.

(somber choral music plays)

Is everything all right?
You sound strange.

Santo: Things didn't go well, I'm sorry.

Our plan didn't work out.

It's Franzè.

He's making the call
from a cell in Agrate Brianza.

He's on the move.

Sofia: What do you mean?

What is going on, Papa?

Are you hurt?

You okay?

The voice is feminine.

Geolocated in a fixed position.

(chief) That's his daughter.

Let's get moving.

Two squads. One for Franzè,
and one for his daughter.

Sofia: Talk to me, Pa.

- (lighter clicks)
- Santo: I'm fine.

But I have no choice now.

Sofia: Please come.

Just come back. Do it for me.

- (somber music builds)
- (thunder roars)

- (slits)
- (mafioso 3 chokes)

Santo: I can't, Sofi.

(sniffles)

You knew, didn't you,
that it would never work out?

- (rapid fire)
- (intermittent blasts)

Santo: But I hoped it would
for your sake.

(sobs)
Now, what are we gonna do?

- (rapid fire blasts)
- (mafioso 4 yelps)

(bullets clink)

Santo: You don't have to do anything now,
my love.

(sniffles)

I'd hoped there could be another way.

- (gunshot)
- (mafioso 5 screams)

But I was wrong.

(gun clatters)

- (gunshot)
- (mafioso 6 screams)

(continuous blasts)

(yelps)

- (sputters)
- (grunts)

Santo: And now, the only way to be safe…

(thunderclaps)

…is to make sure Don Angelo disappears
forever from the face of the Earth.

- (gunshot blasts)
- (mafioso 7 screams)

(mafioso 7 groans)

Santo: I have to do it now. Understand?

What are you saying?
I don't understand anymore.

(somber music builds)

Santo: I had changed, Sofi.

I had changed.

(thunderclap)

I love you so much.

And now I know
you can survive without me.

(gunshot zings)

(glass shatters)

(music subdues)

You know what will happen
if you kill me, don't you?

And how they will deal with
your bitch of a daughter?

(rubber squeaks)

(screams)

You should never have touched my family.

You should've left them in peace.

(choked screams)

(choking fades)

(shudders)

Sofia: Please, Papa.

(sobs) I beg you. I beg you.

We were supposed to go to South Africa.
You know you made a promise to me too.

- (thunderclap)
- We were gonna go, just me and you.

Please. (weeps)

(male cop 1) Put your hands
where I can see 'em!

I've had wonderful years.

I had a family.

I had you.

A miracle.

(sobs)

(rain pattering)

(male cop 1)
Put your hands up!

Hands up, I said!

Santo: But it's only right
that we settle the score now.

(somber music builds)

(gunshots blast)

Papa!

(squalls)

Papa!

(wails)

(wails)

(male cop 2, muffled) Hands up!
I said, put your hands up!

- (male cop 3) Clear.
- (male cop 4) All clear.

(female cop 1) Hello, Sofia.

(male cop 5)
Here she is. I found her.

(music subdues)

Stand up.

Don't worry, it's all over.

(somber music picks up)

(cops speak indistinctly)

(music fades)

Franzè, come with me.

Well, thanks, but I don't like chocolate.

How was your stay?

What do you want?

I spoke with the judge in your case.

There are no charges against you at all.

In the proceedings, you'll be acquitted.

And it makes me really happy.

Because you've been
at the mercy of a madman,

you've been abused.

You and I, we have the same destiny.

We've been made to pay
for the sins of our fathers.

Now we're liberated.

Is that what you came
all the way here for?

No.

I wanted to say that,
as far as I'm concerned,

the war between the Lo Bianco and Franzè…

it's time to finally end.

Now we're patched up.

You, before long, will come of age.

You'll get out of here
and you can have a fresh start.

If you ever need any help,

why don't you come and visit me?

You know,
I'd really love to give you a hand.

What's the plan this time?

- (door shuts)
- (engine starts)

- Michele: I'm not sure about this.
- (ominous music plays)

I want to obliterate her.

I want her to die
with a rope squeezed around her neck,

just like my father.

"And closely akin to the visions

was the call still sounding
in the depths of the forest."

(hopeful music plays)

"It filled him with a great unrest
and strange desires."

The Call of the Wild

"It caused him to feel a vague,
sweet gladness,

and he was aware of wild yearnings

and stirrings for he knew not what."

(door creaks open, shutting echoes)

"He would crouch for hours,
as if in concealment,

behind fungus-covered trunks
of fallen trees,

wide-eyed and wide-eared

to all that moved and sounded about him."

"It might be, lying thus,

that he hoped to surprise
this call he could not understand."

"But he did not know
why he did these various things."

"He was impelled to do them…

and did not reason about them at all."

- (music fades)
- (vehicles honk)

Talk to me.

She's not here.

Michele: What do you mean,
she's not there?

I said I wanted her dead.

Well, she's not here.
She must've run away.

Okay, I-I'll call you back.

Sofia.

What's up? Something into you?

(menacing music plays)

How did you manage to get in?

Sofia: With your business card
and a smile.

I bet when it comes to girls in here,
I'm not the first.

I imagine you've come, uh,
looking for the help I promised.

Now what?

(menacing music builds)

Your truce is a bust, Michele Lo Bianco.

And why is that? A brag?

(music crescendos, halts)

For it to work, it takes two of us.

(knife zings)

(grunts, chokes)

(tense music plays)

And the Franzès' rule hasn't ended.

- (Michele chokes)
- (knife squelches)

(continues choking)

(panting)

- (knife clicks)
- (Michele's choking fades)

Sofia: "Kill or be killed,
this is the law."

"Showing mercy
was just a sign of weakness."

(music climaxes)

(bold electronic music playing)

(ethereal whoosh)

(bold music builds)

(music subdues)

(bold music climaxes)

(music fades)

(somber choral music plays)

(somber music builds)

(music fades)