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[wheezing]

[alien sounds]

♪ And the moon knocked on the gates of darkness.

♪ "Let me in," he said no.

♪ And the moon knocked where there was silence ... ♪

Not! Not! Not!

Not! Not!

Don't go away!

Enzo, Enzo. Here we go.

Come on, I'll take you home.

[dial tone]

Do you remember Mezzasacca? No, I don't remember.

I was second in the Madonie rally.

I won all that year.

Did you understand? He has to think about that thing.

Hear your enemy's voice as if speaking in your ear

feel its breath, its slimy saliva.

Listen to it for the third time in a few days.

Always on time, at 19.50.

Only with Santo Sottile, the butcher.

With him and no one else.

Listen to him, receive information, give orders, manage his empire

and not being able to do anything.

'Fuck the satellite.

'Fuck GSM technology

and the margin of error of two square kilometers

between contrada Magellano and contrada Cannatello.

According to the hooked signal, Brusca was there somewhere.

We agree. You don't need anything, are you sure?

No, better stay calm. Better not see each other for a while.

But when you have lost it twice, when you have failed so much

you persuade underneath.

You're afraid to move, to breathe ... not to make it.

Where were we? This.

This.

This, Enzi '.

Long, dammi.

They are wrong! How long have we repeated them?

- Why don't they get into your head? - Maybe because I have a fever of 41?

You almost kill me for this fucking operation. Enough, I'm tired.

Giovanni and Enzo Brusca, Giovanni and Enzo Brusca.

Did you understand who we are?

- We rake. How many houses are there? - It's too big an area.

That's two square kilometers. What the fuck are you saying?

If Brusca doesn't meet Sottile, I'm going to the asylum! I tell you.

All right. Then let's get out on the street.

We do not rake, but we enter, discreet.

- How many men? - Five. The sportsman.

The uncle, the niece.

And the couple.

All with daily habits. After all, tomorrow is Friday.

There is somebody coming for the weekend.

Aurora is at Serena's and Giada didn't want to go downstairs.

I don't think he will stay with us much longer.

- I was tough, but I told the truth. - I know.

With their mess, they were ruining our lives.

- I can't let him. - You did well, my love.

[makes some verses]

- You are welcome. - Permission.

Thanks for coming, for me the night with the escort is a mess.

Imagine.

- Tell me there's a logic. - Sure.

Bagarella trial, Brusca and the Di Matteo case.

This is what my home would be like if I didn't have a child.

- A shit figure just walked in. - No, my pleasure.

I have a wife and a daughter, but they are not here now. Take a seat.

- Let's start? - Yup.

These reds are the facts and all the information.

These blue ...

are the sensations.

Feelings don't convince you?

Elijah gets on his nerves.

No, anzi.

Rather.

If I did, they wouldn't want to send me all to the psychologist now.

Why don't you go there?

Would you go there?

It depends on what.

What I've read so far makes sense, and how it does.

The reconstructions of the reports are credible, but of these names ...

I don't know anything about the families linked to Aglieri and Provenzano.

- We need Carlo. - Let's stop.

Are you kidding? It is like entering a new world.

Like opening my colleagues' closed drawers.

- Shall we do the night? - Sure, I'm here on purpose.

- Perfect. - Where do you want to start over?

You wrote: "Why wait 18 days to search?"

What the fuck!

Giovanni, fuck off!

Are you like this for Maria?

You screwed up.

I know I'm sorry.

I was pissed off because I needed you.

I want to fix it.

If you tell me you want it, we go and take it with the family.

- What the fuck are you saying? - I'm going with you.

Like dad.

He accompanied me to Rosaria when I asked to marry her.

- Are you saying here, in this house? - Yes, here.

Or where we will go shortly, because I don't like it here.

- I do not know. - How not?

Enzi '... imagine it.

Giovanni and Enzo Brusca. All together.

With wives, children, dogs, cats.

The flying UFO or the fuck you want.

Forever.

A shot of the ass. We would have deserved it.

With luck we were on credit, because no one could help us.

No, he's like Pablo Escobar!

The same thing, like Escobar.

But fuck off!

The call locator is in Iraq.

The FBI lends it to us in a month.

Like Pablo Escobar.

There was not a fucking laugh.

The FBI didn't help us

nor the German brains who invented the GSM system.

They seemed not to even want to do it in our house

risking to throw away the only idea that came to us.

Leave thousands of people without mobile phones?

Yup.

We turn off the repeaters and cells and leave only one active

so we limit the signal area.

I do not think it is possible.

Is it technically?

- Yes. - Then it's possible.

So your company doesn't want to side with the state

in an operation so important for the good of citizens?

What are you talking about?

For you the state has always had regard.

It's true.

Total monopoly for years. So you pay him back?

This is bad, very bad.

Unpleasant, given the reports.

Do you know what I'm telling you, Carlo?

We seize the central server of all their mobile telephony.

- Then we turn off the cells. - Maybe we turn off the wrong ones.

- We don't understand much about technology. - Then they'll appeal.

- Then we will go to trial. - And we know processes.

- Okay, I get it. - See you tonight at 7pm

she and one of her trusted technicians, ready to turn everything off at 19.50.

- Capable. - The truth.

- Matteo's. - The truth with all the details.

Giammona's murder.

Right date, wrong motive and without Vito Vitale.

Of May.

- Right dates. - No.

- Different dates and places. - No, fuck it, Enzi '!

Have you thought about what I told you yesterday?

You don't have to give up on Maria.

You are my brother and you don't have to give up anything.

That's enough.

Rosaria, come here. Give me a hand.

What do you want to know?

Is it all off?

For half an hour already. Why don't they call?

You said they were always on time. Every day at 7.50 pm.

How long do we have to wait?

All the time it takes.

It is like this: we always tell each other everything, it is our strength.

- This is being together. - Shut up, you made this mess!

Enzo, if you love each other, everything is overcome.

Then the UFO thing you do in the mountains is beautiful. Makes you dream.

- Call her. - Not at all!

I wrote to her and called her, but she doesn't answer.

Maybe he sees my phone number.

Use this.

[dial tone]

Maria, it's me.

Enzo. - Who is it?

It's not the butcher.

- Let's see whose it is. I know you're pissed ...

but an amazing thing happened to me.

They came to me in their spaceship.

I swear, they looked at me and then they left.

Do you know why?

- You were not there. - Do you realize what happened?

- Tell me about bullshit! - They're not bullshit.

But yes, like the ones you've been telling me for months.

Are you peeing?

When you get excited, go to the bathroom.

As before singing.

Enzo ... that's enough.

Or you tell me who you are by looking me in the eye

or is it the last time we talk.

All right, I'll come in the morning at 10. You, however, let yourself be found.

Then?

We go there tomorrow, at 10.

- Then we can eat. - Sure.

The user is headed to Maria Savoca.

Via degli Speziale 62, internal 11, Palermo.

- Give me another good news. - The signal comes from Cannatello.

How much have we shrunk?

- Of 800 square meters. - Here.

Score, score.

Here, the area is this.

- Can we turn it back on? - Turn on what you want!

- Here we come, you pieces of shit! - We stick to Enzo's ass.

- We had nothing this morning. - Not even five minutes ago.

[garden closing] [baby cry]

I can't believe someone like you has run out of cigarettes.

In fact, here they are.

My love.

You're back.

- Hello. - Sorry. Good evening.

After taking Brusca, I speak to Navarre

and find a way to work on Provenzano.

Contact Iacono and let me know as soon as possible.

Okay thank you.

Thank you.

There is a stink of smoke in Carlotta's room.

How nice that you are back! I fix everything.

I just needed you, I was just waiting for you.

I saw.

You are jealous? Tell me you're jealous.

You are jealous? You are jealous? Tell me.

Tell me you're jealous.

- You are jealous? - You are mine, mine only.

Have you seen?

She is waiting for him. Come on, here we go!

Forgive the delay. Then?

Do we have Enzo or not?

- Nothing moving? - Not yet.

Not yet.

> Why don't you turn the key?

I don't want to go there.

I thought about it.

I thought I like ankles in women.

And his are big. Two big pipes.

Looks terrible with skirts

but he puts them on anyway.

Because he is a communist.

Do you remember what dad said? "Communists smell like shit."

I don't want shit.

Big ankles, Communist ... Are you really, Enzi '?

Don't you want to go there because you're afraid he doesn't want you?

- Dad kicked me ... - I don't want to go, that's enough!

Fuck you and dad too.

It's not a problem.

Do you know what it is?

If you think about big ankles and the smell of shit

maybe it's you who don't want it, or not?

Yes, Giovanni, that's it.

[David cries]

Mom! Pope!

Rosaria, why are you always crying?

He is sick of being shut up in the house.

- And neither do I. Don't you go there? - No.

He has no balls.

- I knew it. - Better that way.

If she took it badly, I also had to kill her.

Nothing, it did not go.

After six hours she went to the community center.

We are on her, but not even the shadow of Enzo.

Holy shit! Holy shit!

- Let's stay calm. - Let us be calm!

- So we get sick. - Yup.

How did it go home?

- Come on tell me. - Carlo ... okay.

There, everything is fine.

See you later. Maybe something comes out.

Why did we change places?

Today it goes like this. Hurry.

If I hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have come.

- What's going on, Nicola? - Sisca, please.

A PM is willing to open parallel investigations.

The police will follow you and understand that we don't talk bullshit.

When we have something in hand, I'll get you out.

Did you understand?

I can not. Not now.

We need to take a break, then I'll show up.

Do you back away? What the fuck is going on?

I screwed up!

You won't meet Provenzano if you don't have a problem to solve.

I created the problem.

I got two families in a fight.

So what?

Maybe they noticed.

Maybe not.

This is not a story for your diaries.

You are crazy. If you are in danger, tell me right away.

Let's think of a case, a protection.

The PM is Baron, maybe he can give it to you. You have to meet him.

I can't meet anyone anymore!

No chases, no bugs.

If something happens to me, I have a wife, a daughter ...

I'm going to pick you up in hell. Don't you dare!

I know. I know you come.

- I'll see you. - I'll see you.

[dial tone]

I do not understand. How much do I have to ask him?

He has to shit 3% on the contract and 2% on the subcontract

if not, they are his problems.

In fact, I call it.

I am getting new SIM cards from Belgium.

- Phone cards from Belgium? - Holy shit!

We need an international letter of letters to intercept him. We are screwed.

Of course, we are here to listen without giving a damn!

- We rake, as you said. - Now yes? Now!

You were right, it can't work.

So what works? Tell me!

We lose it for the third time!

Before we had everything, now nothing.

I'm going to Agrigento now. Something will come to mind.

When I arrive I will call you.

You know how to do it.

You are the one with the tubes, the airplanes

the telescopes, 'ste fuck here.

You know how to do it, say it.

I don't know, Carlo, I'm trying.

Fuck if I'm trying, but I don't know!

You are mad at me because when we get it, I leave.

What if I never take it?

It can also end like this.

I grow old and die without having succeeded.

"Night fell again

the darkest the kingdom could remember.

And they said: We must hurry if we want to save ourselves!

Then, the spider spun its web

the eagle flew across seas and mountains.

The leaves sang with the wind as they never did.

United, happy. "

We can do it, Giada. We can do it.

"And in the morning, as if by magic, the spell was broken."

- Come on, mom! - Easy, David! Dad wakes up.

A quick lap, though.

After 30 years of service you make me be an old man.

I don't decide ...

You saw them?

Long, vieni.

Ball! Give me the ball.

Ball!

It's them, fuck!

- David! - Follow them from a distance. Notice others.

[dial tone]

[phone] We caught his wife and son in via di Salvo.

Meet them on via Cannatello, so we surround them.

Okay.

Head to the waterfront. We keep an eye on the escape routes.

[dial tone]

They have turned onto via Pastore, you will soon see them.

Are you really sure? Yup.

- Did they see their faces? - You don't want the good news?

They disappeared between via di Salvo and via Pastore.

They must have slipped into a house.

Via di Salvo and via Pastore.

- It's only three blocks. - Three fucking blocks.

There will be an idea. The first one he comes to, calls.

- We update every two hours. - There are still six to 7.50 pm.

- Concentrate, come on! - See you later.

What is it, Enzo?

This.

Have you seen? Bravo, you learned all 39!

Ah, no ... one is missing.

One is missing. This.

You never did.

Of course? Concentrate. Look.

You never did.

Of course? Everyday!

- I do not know. - Come here. Come here!

I don't know what that means, Giovanni. Tell me.

I love you, Enzi '.

Remember that.

Giovanni...

[phone rings]

Yup? Navarre, we are here.

- What do you have? - I was really hoping in you.

[sound of bells] [indistinct voice]

There is no sound!

These fucking bells!

I have the blocks under control, but there is the desert.

- Move over there. - Wait, I'm moving.

- So we get him. - Can you hear me?

With a source of noise.

- To move. - Yup.

- A sharpener. - At that time?

An ambulance.

- Too bulky. - A motorcycle.

- It would take a whistle. - An ice cream man?

A motorcycle, holy shit!

With a hole in the muffler.

When the return to the headphones is louder, here we are.

- Aren't you good? - No, I light a candle to that church.

Long, long, long.

[engine roar]

- Do you hear me, Roosevelt? - Yes I hear you.

[cell phone rings]

- Head. - We are there, and you?

One moment and I'll tell you.

- Are we ready, guys? - [together] Yes!

Okay, I admit it.

I need to talk, if not I keep thinking ...

and to smoke.

What if he doesn't call tonight?

Call and we'll get it.

Yup.

If anyone is looking at us from up there, this time we take it.

And that someone will make sure that bastard doesn't repent.

He killed that child and Falcone.

He spread his shit around the world.

He cannot have a penalty discount or a cell larger than this room.

I will do everything to make him repent and you know it well.

Christ, Xavier. It has ruined our lives.

Carlo, you stop, but I have to go on.

You are right.

Alright then. Come to me, I ordered the pizzas.

Three pizzas. For you with olives and the devil for Navarre ...

Fuck, the habit ... Oh well, we share his.

I go home.

Giada?

- My place is home tonight. - It's right.

It goes from the law.

But listen to it.

They know what we need.

I promise you I'll try.

What is that?

The reason you and I have been fighting all these years.

- What do you feel? - You can hear it when they come in.

[engine roar]

[dial tone]

Holy, news?

A lot of things and all beautiful.

Who? Nappies? That cuckold!

How did he tell you they were? They make me sick.

They are the same as last time. So he told me.

If he ate them! Do I take a disease to make him happy?

What do I have to do? I do not understand.

That tells me now he's done you a favor.

I do not care.

He can come and take it all back.

If he does his own thing, let's get it clear once and for all.

If you can't get the good stuff, you better not do some business.

Did he tell you I'm not there?

Do not have strange ideas, it is not time to lose friends.

He set up the business, he chose the partners.

I know I know.

I can't teach him to lead the good life.

[engine roar]

I do not care.

[engine rumble] Gas! Gas! Now!

Fuck you with this fucking motorcycle!

Holy, there was a dickhead with the bike.

[TV] Minister expected for celebrations

of the fourth anniversary of the Capaci massacre

in three days in Palermo.

Fuck, what did I do to him!

Only the spirit of service.

[inaudible voices]

Stop! Police! Hands up!

Police! Stop!

[Rosaria shouts]

Giovanni!

Walk, come on!

So long!

Rosaria! The child!

Enzi '! Enzi ', who are we?

Giovanni and Enzo Brusca!

Shut up, you piece of shit!

- Who we are? - Giovanni and Enzo Brusca!

Giovanni and Enzo Brusca!

Walk, come on!

Oh!

Power!

[sirens]

[inaudible voices]

One for me and one for Saverio. Pure Enzo.

What the fuck, the pen doesn't write!

Carlo, do you drink it all yourself?

Guys...

I knew it.

It's done, my friend.

Stop! Stop!

Today we cut off yet another head of the Hydra

perhaps the worst.

As in '92 with Riina and in '95 with Bagarella

the state wins over terror.

On iniquity, on delirium, on mafia arrogance.

- You are welcome. - Good evening, welcome.

I thank the men of the Mobile, all my boys

who worked without hours, day and night

up to this historic result.

Don't go away, Carlo. You can't go away.

You know you can't.

Carlo, don't go away.

Do not go.

I'm staying, Saverio. Rest.

Baron, how did it go? How did you come to this splendid ending?

I would like to clarify that this is not an ending.

It is only the beginning.

[overlapping voices]

Superintendent!

Superintendent!

I want to speak to my lawyer.

[dial tone]

Saverio, here we are.

He decided to repent.

[creaking of the bed]

And now you give him a cell bigger than mine?