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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Maestro, what an honor! Hey, kid, make the maestro a coffee!

Give me that bag.

Maestro, if you need playing cards, cigarettes--

Sir, my nephew's incredible, a genius. Maybe you could listen to him--

-I was telling him something important! -There's plenty of time!

Maestro! Take a seat. Come over here. Have a seat.

The room is at your disposal. This is your bed.

The top one is comfortable and airy, but you'll need to climb.

Plus, look up there.

There's mold and rubble that might fall on your head.

This is the least uncomfortable, but it's the most cramped.

You decide. Taste is taste.

Which do you prefer?

Wake up, kid!

Come on, wake up!

Tell me, are you who they told me you are?

Well, I mean--

Kid, are you Enrico by Erry or not?

-Yes. -All right.

Listen carefully.

Your brother Angelo's friends told me to give you a message.

The money is safe. It's buried at a construction site.

Tomorrow they'll pour concrete on it and build tennis courts.

The concession expires in ten years.

With a small bid, you'll get the courts with all the money underneath.

And you'll be rich again.

-Kid, do you understand me or not? -Yes.

In ten years, we'll be rich again.

Just out of curiosity, I've been in jail for 20 years.

I may not know what's going on outside.

But to have that much money,

who the fuck are you?

Yeah.

Hello?

Hey, Pasquale, what's up?

Okay. Yes, I'll tell her right away. Bye.

Marisa!

Marisa!

Hi, Marisa. Your husband called.

He said he's on his way and to get the tea ready.

Thanks, Carmela.

Bye.

When uphill, shift into gear. You won't get tired with lighter pedals.

Let me take a ride.

No. It's expensive. You'll end up falling and breaking it.

-Just one. -No can do.

How do the pedals get lighter?

As I said, if you put it into gear, they run lighter.

Peppe!

Angelo! Your father called. You have to make the tea.

What a drag.

I know it's the gears, but how does the mechanism work?

Mom, five more minutes!

Don't make me come down there! Where's Enrico?

I don't know. I guess at the shop, as usual.

Go get him! Go on! Move!

Again, if you put it into gear, it's lighter.

I get it. If you put it into gear…

Never mind. You don't know.

-Let's go get Enrico at the shop. -Why is your brother always in there?

-Is he retard? -What did you just say?

Do you know who you're talking to?

-I don't give a shit. -Angelo! Stop it!

Angelo! Let's go! What are you doing?

Get lost! You're still here?

Come on, Angelo. Just ignore him. Let's go!

You're still tuned in to Radio Kiss Kiss 108.8.

Today I am delighted to play an amazing band not very famous in Italy.

-Do you know them? -The Jackson 5, "I Want You Back."

-It's the Jackson 5… -Erry.

…with "I Want You Back."

Unbelievable! He knows them all. How the fuck does he do it?

I don't know, Don Ferdinando. He does it at home too.

Erry, come on. We need to go.

-Bye, Don Ferdinando. -Have a good day.

Bye, kids.

Hey, there! I'm home!

-Hello, Pasquale. -Good morning, Marì.

Dad! We made the tea!

I made the darker one, like last time.

Well done! Let's go see.

What time did you wake up this morning? I didn't hear you.

-At half past four. -Oh my! Why so early?

Because I want to be in Piazza Garibaldi for the half past noon train from Milan.

The good one.

This morning, Don Salvatore, the delicatessen owner…

Yeah?

…he told everybody he's been putting stuff on our tab,

and we still have to pay.

It was really embarrassing.

Just tell him we will pay. Look, I have 50 empty bottles.

We'll fill them, sell them, and we'll pay Don Salvatore.

He's such a pain in the ass! Kids, show me the tea!

This is no good. It's too dark. You need to add water.

-This one's perfect. Who made it? -I did.

-No, Dad. I did. -No, I did.

Don't fight. You both did well.

Let's bottle that one for now. I'm in a hurry.

-Dad, can we come to work with you? -We'll help you like last time.

Come on, Dad!

Come on! Mom? Just say yes, please!

All right.

-Come on, then! -Yes! Let's go!

Kids, help me bottle. Quick, the train leaves soon.

-Dad? -Yes?

Are we poor?

Peppe, what do you mean?

What kind of question is that? What do you mean "poor"?

Aniello's father got him this amazing thing.

-Yeah? -A bike with a gearbox.

Really? They've invented a bike with gears?

Aniello got himself a bike with gears?

Yes, Dad.

When uphill, you put it in first gear, and it's lighter.

It is lighter uphill? How is that even possible?

It's got gears. You shift into first gear--

I won't ask for it on my birthday.

We can't afford it anyway because we're poor, right?

What are you talking about?

First, we are not poor.

There's food on our table every day, am I right?

Yes.

Plus, just so we are clear,

how do you think Aniello's father earns his money? Do you know?

-He works for Don Michele. -Yes.

And what does he do for Don Michele?

Kids, please.

Never forget this.

Besides the food, there's one thing that must never be missing in our house.

That is honesty.

Officer, perhaps I'm not being clear.

At the shop, you'll pay the same price for one bottle

as you pay me for a whole box.

And why is it so cheap?

Let's just say that these goods were meant for the American market.

Just yesterday, they fell off the truck.

It's very high-quality stuff that just came out of the distillery.

By the way, enough with the chatter.

Here, have a taste. So you can test it yourself.

You know, it's always better to taste. Let me know.

-It's good. -You didn't believe me. Top quality!

Just for you, the whole box for 10,000 lire.

-Fine. I'll take the box. -Excuse me, sir.

Would you give me 200 lire to call my dad who is in the hospital in Battipaglia?

Leave the gentleman alone! 200 lire for what?

Go take a walk by the sea. Come on!

I am so sorry, Officer. These kids won't give me a break.

Give me 10,000 lire, please.

They keep coming and going. Unbelievable.

-It's a pleasure doing business with you. -Bye.

Have a good day.

-Hello, Don Pasquale. -Hi, Don Mimì.

Wow! Who are these kids? Your children?

-Yes. At times I bring them here with me. -I see.

-Kids, say hello to Don Mimì! -Hello, Don Mimì.

They're so cute. What are their names?

The eldest one is Peppe. He's the genius of the family.

Tell him what you've done.

-I completed the fifth grade. -Really?

So next year you're going to sixth grade?

Well, he doesn't have to become a scientist.

He got the diploma. Let's move on.

This is Angelo, the youngest. He's really headstrong.

-He's headstrong… -I am indeed.

Then there's Enrico, the middle son.

Erry, what do you like to do?

-Name? -Revolver DJ.

Have we met before?

Maybe.

I usually play at Veleno, in Vomero.

No, we have met somewhere else.

Maybe this summer. I played at the Lanternone in Palinuro.

-It's you, then! That was a wild night! -Thank you.

You'll play mid-evening when it gets busy.

Go have a drink. It's on me.

Name?

Frattasio Enrico.

What is it, the army? Don't you have a DJ name?

A name… I was confused.

So, my DJ name is

DJ Enrico.

And we've never met before?

No, I don't think so. I'm from Forcella. I don't…

Erry, I'll be honest. Tonight is a bit intense.

I need to figure out where I can slot you in

and how things are going to run.

Hey, Scorpio! It's about time!

I even called the hotel! They told me they couldn't find you.

A big round of applause for DJ Pegaso!

And now it is time for someone many of you already know.

From Palinuro, our next contestant…

Revolver DJ!

Go get 'em.

Scorpio! Still knocking back the melon vodka?

You'll get drunk and play like shit.

Sorry to disturb you.

I need to know when my turn will be so I can get ready.

What's your name again?

-DJ Enrico. -Right, Enrico. Come here.

Enrico, I can't let you play tonight

because we've run on too long.

Unfortunately, I absolutely have to close the club at 2:00 a.m.

Otherwise, the cops will storm in.

I see.

So, you mean I'm not performing?

It's that I've been here since 5:00 p.m., but…

Sure.

-Erry, do you have a job? -Yes, of course.

I work in a record store.

Are you a music consultant?

Not really. It's just a store I've been going to since I was a kid.

Since I was always around, the owner hired me to do the cleaning.

But in my spare time, I make mix tapes that are quite popular in my neighborhood.

Yeah.

Enrico, I'll be honest with you.

Yes.

Being a DJ is a peculiar kind of job.

It needs

good looks, style, and internationality.

Those are all things that I just don't see in you.

Not to mention the name you chose sucks. You just added D and J to your name.

Actually, I was really up for changing it.

Erry, listen to me.

Hold on to your job at the store. Don't ditch it.

We've got this one here, a little smaller. It's amazing.

It's got the cassette deck, the radio, AM and FM.

Of course it's a bit more expensive, but the kid only turns 18 once.

How much is it?

Let's call it 30,000 lire.

I'll add a nice music compilation for kids.

Sting, Vasco Rossi, Pino Daniele, Baglioni.

I'll have Enrico make it.

He may be holding a broom, but he's a musical genius.

Fine, let's buy this nice gift for the kid.

Come by this afternoon to take the stereo all wrapped with the tape inside.

-Take care. -Take care.

Erry, I'm going home to eat.

-Can I get you anything? -No, thanks. I'm going too.

I'll finish one more tape and then go.

Fine. I'll see you here at half past four.

SONGS FOR FRANCESCA CHOSEN BY DJ ENRICO

SONGS FOR FRANCESCA MIXED BY ERRY

-Erry, come and eat! -Coming, Mom!

Enrico!

Erry! Where were you?

-Did you make the tape? -Yes.

-Did you write "To Francesca"? -Yes.

-Did you put in Peppino di Capri? -Yes.

Did you put "Cuore Matto"?

No, Peppino. I just couldn't get myself to put it in.

-You didn't? -No.

What's wrong with you? "Cuore Matto" is Francesca's favorite song. I told you.

She doesn't want to see me anymore.

To win her back, I needed the bit that says,

"A crazy heart that looks only for you…"

If you don't like it, I'll keep it.

Fine! Put it in my pocket. If she dumps me, it'll be your fault!

Sure, Peppì, take it out on me!

Now leave! I can't even get my hair right!

Look at this hair!

-Erry, hurry! Your food is getting cold! -I'm coming!

-Did you see what's going on downstairs? -No, Angelo, tell me.

It's full of cops, helicopters, and people on the streets.

-They're arresting the king. Let's go see. -What? I'm starving!

You can eat later! Mom, Enrico's not hungry.

-What? -He said the food is not good.

-What? -Peppì, you coming?

What do I care? Look at my hair!

I knew showering would be a terrible mistake.

What's going on?

Can you tell me what's going on?

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

-Hey! -Come down for a second.

-Are you mad? What if my father sees us? -He won't. Come down!

I have something for you.

I told you we'd better not see each other anymore.

Okay, but now come down for a sec. I need to give you something.

Wait there.

What do you want?

To make up for the times I piss you off.

Peppe!

Hey. Can I call you later to find out if you liked it?

Hey, look where you're going, idiot!

-Sorry. -"Sorry" my ass.

-Idiot! -Alfò, do you know who this is?

The idiot who does the cleaning at the record store.

-Yes, it's him. -I don't just do the cleaning. I'm a DJ.

Really? Are you a DJ?

Are you kidding me?

Piss off, you piece of shit!

-Francesca! Who was it? -No one, Mom.

This compilation is for Francesca.

From her beloved Peppe.

Greetings from DJ Erry.

Excuse me?

Who the fuck are you?

Brothers and sisters.

We are gathered here in the House of the Lord

to wed our beloved children, Giuseppe and Francesca.

Let us pray.

Hey! Erry.

The traffic was crazy.

Angelo's here.

-Did I miss something? -No, you didn't. It just started.

-How are you? -Terrible.

-Why? What happened? -Something unbelievable.

Eduardo De Filippo came to our prison.

-De Filippo came to the Filangieri? -Yeah.

He wants to set up a show with the kids from the juvie.

He auditioned me.

He said, "Frattasio, you're a genius! We'll do great things together."

You mean you're going to do a show with Eduardo De Filippo?

No!

No. That's why I feel terrible.

You know what he asked me on the first day of rehearsals?

"Frattasio, when do you get out?"

I told him, "I turn 18 in six months, then I'll be out by law."

-Sure. -Guess what he said.

"Huh!"

"What do I do if you get out? I lose my lead actor?"

I said, "Maestro, I'm sorry I only committed an attempted murder."

"Next time I'll kill the guy so I can do the show with you."

Sure.

How are you?

Not bad. I still do the cleaning at the store

and mix tapes for our neighborhood.

I heard it's going well. You sell a lot of compilations.

Word kind of got out, and it brings in extra money.

-Better than nothing. -Yes--

The word of the Lord.

SCALES, APPLIANCES

BEDS, SOFAS, MATTRESSES

BESPOKE BEDROOMS

BEDS, SOFAS

-Hey, now watch your step. -Load this next.

There's no way.

No, never mind. Take out these big ones. We'll do this one later.

Doesn't it feel weird?

-What's going on? -Guess what.

They made me an offer for the store, so I decided to retire early.

I didn't tell you because of superstition.

What do I do now?

Erry, many people have passed through here.

You are the only talented one. You'll never struggle.

I don't know, Don Ferdinà.

All I know, it was convenient for me to do the cleaning here.

Well, you can take all these records…

They will be your severance. And follow your passion.

I don't know, Don Ferdinà.

I would like to be a DJ, but I don't know if I'm suited to it.

I'm not like the others.

I don't have style, internationality…

Style? Internationality? Who told you you have to do things like in the North?

Now listen to me.

Start your own business and move on.

Erry, you know what? DJs can even be born in Forcella.

Guys, let's not make trouble.

Everyone takes the cartons due to them, understand?

I don't want any trouble, guys.

-Mohammed, stop pushing! -Okay?

Don't stand so close to me. Respect the order of arrival.

There's always less stuff. I need it. I have three kids.

You think I'm here for fun?

That I like coming to the harbor at 4:00 a.m. in this cold?

And how come every time we talk, you have one more kid?

-The latest was born last week. -Whatever. Stand back.

I'm telling you. Watch out.

Don't throw it like that.

Guys, the cops are here! The cops, guys!

Guys, here come the cops!

Stop!

Did it go badly again?

Someone decided that cigarette smuggling must stop.

The next load is on Monday, but I might go earlier.

What are you doing here?

Aren't you at the store?

Erry, we can't.

Doing it on the side is fine, but you can't make a living from it.

If no one has ever done it, there's a reason.

Yes, but my compilations are really in demand.

I can't meet all orders.

And it'll be easy for us to copy these records.

Of course you can't meet all the orders.

How many tapes do you think you can make in a day?

-It takes an hour to copy a one-hour tape. -Okay.

So one per hour per stereo.

So, even if we bought two, three, let's say five stereos,

and we only slept five hours a night, how many tapes can we make?

-Fifty a day? -That's right!

That would be 50-60,000 lire net per day.

Minus expenses, divided by two…

Erry, it can't be done!

Isn't there a faster way to make the tapes?

What do you mean, Francesca?

I mean, people have gone to the moon.

There must be something, like a device, I don't know, that makes tapes faster.

I mean…

FLASH ELECTRONICS

Wow! Basically, I mean…

They've done this thing where you can press a button on the TV,

and you get pages like in a newspaper.

It's called "teletext," but it's still being tested.

How do you know?

It's also written here. Nothing here either though.

Don Alfredo, forgive me for saying so, but your products are very poor quality.

Hey, kid, that's not how it works.

If you want to read the magazines, you have to buy them.

So, you want me to buy 20 magazines at face value

without checking them first?

I'll take that one. Electronics and Computers.

-This one? -Yes.

Guys, I found it.

Duplicator Graff.

It duplicates an hour-long tape in two minutes.

Really? This changes everything!

Let me see.

With full professional quality.

I mean, what did I tell you?

Is it possible that, in the age of teletext,

there's no such thing as…

Erry, are you nuts? It costs seven million.

That changes everything again.

We don't have money to rent the store, let alone seven million.

Erry, forget about it. I told you, this can't be done.

Unless…

Unless we ask a family friend.

-Don Mario, the boys are here. -Okay.

Good evening, Don Mario.

Good evening.

Well, Don Mario, to keep it short,

me and my brother Enrico here, we thought

since he's been in the record industry for many years now,

which, as you know, is on the rise--

How much do you need?

Eight million, Don Mario.

Specifically, it would be seven million for a professional duplicator

and the rest to rent a store--

Do you know the terms of the loan?

We can imagine them.

But since we're here, if you could tell us again,

to jog our memory.

For eight million, after a month, you have to pay me back nine.

After two months, twelve. After three, fifteen.

After four, zero.

The debt will be cancelled. You won't have to repay me.

-Now go! -Yes.

ERRY'S RECORD SHOP

Guys, we said Madonna, Bennato, and Vasco Rossi, right?

It's 15,000 lire, please!

How much longer for Battisti?

It's a matter of minutes. Enrico, how long for Battisti?

-Hi. Listen. -Hi.

I bought the Gloria Jones version of "Tainted Love" from you.

Do you have the Soft Cell one too?

What can you recommend about New Romantic?

Well, about the first thing you mentioned, there should be no problem.

-As for the second-- -"Avalon" by Roxy Music.

"Avalon"? What kind of advice is "Avalon"?

"True" by Spandau Ballet, then.

God, you'll say "Rio" by Duran Duran next.

No, I would say "Forever Young" by Alphaville.

Not "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me" by Culture Club?

-"Vienna," Ultravox. -"Too Shy."

All right, you asked for it.

"Mad World," Tears For Fears.

I don't know it.

Sure, because it's a genre between new romantic and new wave.

I know if you like new romantic songs, you'll also like new wave songs.

I can put them at the end of the tape so you can listen to them.

But if I don't like it, you'll make me a new one.

My God, what a pain in the ass she is.

Erry, move. It's one hell of a day.

Battisti!

I… Battisti, I got it! It's here. Battisti, let's look for it.

Each LP we duplicate lasts about 45 minutes, right?

And since ours are one-hour tapes, that's 60 minutes.

We've got about 15 minutes left, right?

No, Erry, don't do that.

Don't say 35, 45, 15 while I'm counting. I lose count!

No, Peppino. Focus, it's important.

Those 15 free minutes we have,

we can fill them with a music selection by DJ Erry.

You're the DJ. Put whatever you like.

No, that's the point.

I won't choose based on what I like, but based on the taste of the buyer.

How do you know their taste?

If you buy Duran Duran,

I'm sure you'll also like Spandau Ballet, even if you don't know them.

If you listen to Joe Cocker, you'll also like Zucchero.

If you like the new romantics, you like the new wave.

I'll add them at the end, and you'll listen to them.

I bet you'll end up buying Joe Cocker's tape as well.

We get more music out there and make more money.

I didn't understand a word. There's nine million here.

Four million here.

-Nine plus four? -Thirteen.

-How much? -Thirteen million.

Minus expenses and the money we owe Don Mario,

that's one million each.

God, that's a lot of money!

-What's wrong, Erry? Aren't you happy? -I mean, I don't know.

-We're just selling in the neighborhood. -Who else do you want to sell them to?

To other people from other neighborhoods, other cities.

And other regions too. Why not?

Are you nuts?

Listen, Peppì. If we've sold all these tapes in 15 days,

imagine if we got better organized.

Even better? Do you want to sell them in bulk?

In stores? In market stalls?

Good idea. I hadn't thought about that.

Erry, forget it. It's not feasible.

It would take a huge capillary sales network that,

as a matter of fact, we do

have.

Guys, let's face it.

Everything is bound to end.

Cigarettes have now reached the butt.

But today,

I want to talk about the future.

And the future is a tape?

-Not one, but tons of tapes. -How much do you make on a carton?

We make 150 a packet and 1,000 a carton.

And we risk jail for 1,000 lire?

We sell the tapes to you for 2,500 lire.

You resell them for 5,000.

Not five lire more, not five less. We give you as many as you want.

Zero risk,

and we become rich. Both us and you guys.

Don't you want to count it, Don Mario?

I just did.

By the way, Don Mario, me and my brother Enrico,

we kind of wanted to step up operations.

In our small way, even though the business is--

How much do you need?

We need 200 million.

200 million?

Actually, 210 to be exact.

That is if you don't need round figures, of course.

I'll be honest with you guys.

The prices depend on the quantity of tapes you take.

The minimum is 10,000 units.

Below that number, you can go buy them at the store.

-Fine. -Fine what? How many do you need?

All of them.

Guys, don't waste my time. How many? 10,000, 15,000?

We don't need 10 or 15,000. We need all of them.

Guys, let's get to work!

These gentlemen want to buy a few tapes! Hey, you!

ERRY'S RECORD STORE

Peppe, what time is it?

You asked me two minutes ago.

If it was 9:05 two minutes ago, it's probably 9:07 now.

Are you sure they understood?

Yes! We fucking told them 50 times!

These damn smugglers don't understand shit!

Maybe they just hit a little traffic.

What traffic? You think they drive a car?

I'm telling you, they've forgotten. They're unreliable.

That's the truth.

Do you guys know who I am?

Hello? Orthopedic Trauma Center. How can I help?

-Hello… Yes, good… -Hello?

Good morning. This is Enrico.

So what? What can I do for you?

I don't… I don't know.

Maybe I need to talk to someone I know there?

Listen, don't be cheeky. I'm really not in the mood.

A truckload of Moroccans beaten to a pulp just arrived.

Who do you want to--

You owe me ten million for the damage you caused.

And then you shut this shithole down.

Good morning.

Good morning!

Hey, guys! I'm back!

Why the long faces?

What is it, kiddo? Isn't uncle playing nice?

Well, lucky for you, she takes after me.

-Thank God. -Angiolé.

On your special day, Mommy has made you your favorite dish.

-Salted cod. -No, Mom, you shouldn't have.

But I wanted to.

-Fine. -Erry, you're not eating?

-No. I'm not hungry today. -Peppe, you neither?

My stomach's in a knot.

-Shall I make something else? A broth? -No.

A slice of meat with olive oil?

-Guys, are you okay? -Mom, everything's fine!

Don't interrogate us just because we're not eating.

-We're just not hungry. -I get it. I'll take the dishes.

No, leave. Maybe I'll have seconds. I'll eat it.

Let me give you a hand, Mom.

Don't worry. It's okay. You've got the baby.

So, guys what happened?

Nothing happened, Dad. Ups and downs at work.

And how down are the downs?

Well, Dad, what should we say? Let's see.

There's this Moroccan mafia boss,

who, overnight, sent a dozen of his compatriots to the hospital

after they dared to do business with us.

He said if we don't close the shop and give him ten million, he'll knife us.

But all in all, this is a minor problem.

What's really killing my appetite

is that if we don't sell 80,000 tapes within a month,

and if we don't return 200 million to Don Mario,

there will be no more Frattasios.

How about it?

Are the downs down enough, Dad?

Angelo.

What do you think?

About what?

You know.

About the fucker who's threatening them.

Right, yeah.

Well, I think it can be resolved.

If someone goes there and explains themselves properly,

politely, of course, but firmly,

I reckon it can be worked out.

Plus, guys, honestly,

if you don't eat this pasta with potatoes, I will. It's a shame.

Angiolé, are you sure you only need a bit of equipment?

If you want, we can take you there.

Francesco told us you were like a brother to him in prison.

No, thanks. Better not.

All we need is a friendly conversation.

There was a misunderstanding, and we need some stage props.

Just for one night. I'll bring it all back tomorrow.

Angiolé, I've put in the bare minimum.

Tell me if you need anything else.

What are you packing?

You like it?

We're preparing for New Year's Eve.

Half a kilo of TNT on a 30-second fuse.

It's like an atom bomb. All it needs is a name.

Something important sounding, impressive.

How many do you have?

…the choreography, and a beautiful choreographer!

Because he's such a great dancer. So great, so great, that he can't dance!

My dear friends, all is well that ends--

What the fuck are you doing?

So, basically, we've taken down the antenna,

and now we're pulling it with a wire.

Do you both want to die?!

Die? No.

Also, we brothers are not only two, but

three.

Look, I'll tell you the truth.

This is the best night of my life.

Believe me though. The thought of going home now without firing a shot

makes my heart ache.

Unless you do something so stupid that forces me to pull the trigger--

-You're fucking up-- -That's exactly what I meant!

Please, say one more word so can shoot you in the head,

and we'll splatter Moroccan brains everywhere!

All right, come with me. Walk.

On your knees.

Look.

I want to tell you something because

sometimes we can seem a little naive, messed-up.

And sometimes we are, but

not this time.

Not this time.

You have 24 hours to leave Naples and never be seen again.

And remember.

The Frattasio brothers

only forgive once.

And remember,

the Frattasio brothers

only forgive once!

Whatever. It didn't…

Something was meant to happen to justify my theatrical antics.

-But something must have… -Maybe there was a snag.

Of course. We've been here talking about making a scene,

and we ended up looking like--

From that moment on, things got wild.

MIXED BY ERRY THE IDEAL DIMENSION FOR A CLEAR SOUND

Forcella became the "Mixed by Erry" neighborhood,

as half a neighborhood benefited from our work.

And every day, the number of customers entering our store grew twofold,

threefold, a hundredfold.

…everyone. The gentleman in the front row, let's recap.

A thousand Christmas compilations, we said 200 Zucchero,

Vasco Rossi, and let's add U2.

See you in two hours.

If you want lunch, pizza is ready and is on Mixed by Erry. Quick!

The record shop was now only used for wholesale orders

because the heart of our business had moved to the laboratories.

We had ten laboratories working nonstop.

We had to hire over a hundred employees to manage everything.

Go.

Much more widespread than the official distribution,

Mixed by Erry could arrive in towns where there were no record stores.

A lot of kids now had access to music.

And in addition to our personal satisfaction,

we also earned a little money.

Well, to be honest, a lot more than a little money.

In the mid-1980s, in a single week,

we were earning way more than a regular person did in a lifetime.

130!

It's a strange feeling when, suddenly, you can afford anything.

We could buy literally anything.

THE 2 SWANS DISCO

And, to be honest, we gave ourselves some treats.

Erry, come on, let's go!

Angelo, come on. There are loads of people. I don't--

-So what? -I'd better go home. I--

Don't start. What did we say?

You show up, play some tunes, and we leave. What's the big deal?

Why do we have to? I don't get it.

Erry, for all sorts of reasons.

First, the money we'll get. Second, you promote the brand.

Third, you're always on your own in the store with your headphones on. Sad!

-What's that got to do with-- -You're always alone. It's sad, okay?

And now, the most important moment of this great night.

Let's give a shout-out to our super guest, Mixed by Erry!

Hands in the air, everyone!

Erry, you're the best! I'm a big fan.

We've met before?

No, I don't think so.

I'm from Forcella.

My brother takes advantage of that,

and he forces me to come to these events, which I don't…

I mean, I like making compilations.

Come to think of it, I never made you the new romantic tape.

-I guess I should apologize. -I guess so.

I came twice, and you weren't there. Neither you nor the tape.

You're right, but now I don't work in the record store anymore.

We're in other places now, so

you won't find me. Whatever!

How can I make it up to you?

How does a guy usually make it up to a girl?

I've asked myself this question too.

How could a guy make it up to a girl--

-Erry, you're the best! -Thank you.

I could make a new romantic tape for you.

Right away. We go to our lab. I have all the equipment--

Your laboratory?

The laboratory.

I mean, not that there's a scientist with an ampule.

It's where we do the duplication.

We call them labs, but

now that you mention it, I don't know why we call them that.

Anyway, I'll show you if we go.

Now? At two o'clock in the morning?

No, not now. Better not.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

Maybe tomorrow?

Good evening.

-Good evening. -Girls, a croissant or a grappa?

Salvatore?

Who's this guy driving around the neighborhood in a yellow Lamborghini?

He's one of the Frattasio brothers, the youngest.

What do these Frattasio brothers do to drive a Lamborghini?

You don't know them, Don Carmine?

They're the ones behind Mixed by Erry, the tapes.

They're on every market stall. They're so famous.

Salvatore, go and get me one. I'm curious to hear it.

And these are the labs.

I mean, this is one of them.

We actually have ten.

So this is where I DJ now.

You wanna hear something nice?

I can't hear anything.

Oh, right.

What's this song?

They launched it yesterday at the Sanremo Festival.

Tomorrow we release the compilation, ten days before the official one.

You release the Sanremo compilation before the official one?

You DJ in an odd way.

What do you mean?

I just mean that

all this music belongs to other people.

Yeah, I mean, that's what a DJ does.

They use other people's music to get people to listen.

Yes. Yes, of course.

I just don't know if a DJ makes

all these tapes.

Actually, I don't know how many tapes a DJ makes.

But I DJ in my own way.

You don't like it? It's not good?

Yes.

I like it.

-Damn it! We've been looking for you! -Guys, this is not a good time.

I'm busy. I have people here--

Erry, the Lion sent for us.

He wants to see us. Now.

Now?

Let's go!

You!

Thank you.

Which of you three is Mixed by Erry?

Technically all three of us, especially if we refer to the company.

-If we talk-- -Guys, who the fuck is Erry?

That's him.

-Come with me. Let's go. -Okay.

You must be the famous Mixed by Erry.

Nothing less.

It's such an honor.

I've listened to some tapes. They're good.

Thank you.

Are you having fun?

-Are you enjoying the party? -Yes, a lot.

-I saw there's also-- -Oh, yes.

We have guests. A few friends visiting us.

We're young. We like to have fun.

Erry.

I'll be honest with you.

I've been through something lately.

Between my brother in jail, the assholes from the DA's office,

and the bunch of ignorant old men who are the other families,

I hadn't heard about the talk of the neighborhood.

Mixed by Erry!

No. Thank you. Thank you, really.

I heard that business has turned serious.

You're making a lot of money.

You sell all over Italy.

I wouldn't say all over Italy. Mostly in the south.

Yet you know what I was thinking?

To earn as much as you do, I risk three life sentences.

What do you risk?

I mean, I basically make tapes.

I'm just a DJ.

How many brothers are you?

There are three of us.

From today, there are four brothers.

There's me too.

Anyway, let's not panic.

It was just an offer. A confusing one, by the way.

And the thing about the brothers, Erry… Three, four…

Maybe we just misread the situation.

What we care about now is music. That's what we should worry about.

Polygram, for example.

Take Polygram. No one expected that it would merge with Philips.

But they did great things together.

But if Polygram had refused to join up with Philips,

Philips wouldn't have killed them with a hammer.

-What's the hammer got to do with it? -A lot.

I am making a careful, lucid analysis of the downsides and the upsides.

-There are no upsides. -This is no way to talk! You talk, then!

Independence is the most important thing.

We can't have all this taken by the first fool who comes along.

He looks nothing like a fool.

How could you even consider

letting them in on what we've grafted so hard to build?

I'm considering it because I don't see many other options…

if we want to keep on breathing.

We got out of it with a stroke of luck

because that curly kid had set out to change an age-old criminal system.

And the old families didn't like that.

Three dead and one injured in four hours yesterday in the Naples area.

…although the fierce war raging in recent days

has claimed five victims…

…the control of drugs and arms trafficking

is behind the massacre in Marcianise.

Four people of the New Family were killed.

…a real massacre by…

These images were filmed in…

The war broke out that very night.

And we, along with our tapes, were completely overshadowed.

But the real trouble was yet to begin.

Who the fuck are they?

NAPOLI ITALIAN CHAMPION

Oh life, oh my life

Oh, heart of this heart

You were my first love

The first and last you will be for me

Oh life, oh my life…

You were my first love

Guys, let's go.

-Where? The party's here. -The party's over. Turn around.

-How do I turn around? -Turn the fuck around!

-Go! Peppe! Move to the side, please! -Guys! Excuse us?

Guys, move! Please! Get out of the way!

Deep down, we knew that moment would come sooner or later.

That's it! We've been slapped on the front page.

"Pirates." That's what they call us now, "pirates."

What do we have to do with pirates?

I like the name. It's kind of poetic.

I knew the police would show up.

Can't you see the poetry? Tell me where you see it!

You know what pirates look like? They have one eye, and the hook--

-What do we care what they call us? -I care.

We still don't know how many labs they seized, and you care about the name!

Tell me something. On what grounds can they do this?

What can they do to us? We're not doing anything illegal.

They raided three labs. You think they could do that otherwise?

I think we were right in a legal gray area.

If we've broken any laws, I'm sure they're few and fuzzy.

We do everything off the books.

We don't pay any taxes. We don't issue receipts.

We don't even have a cash register.

As if the problem was the cash register!

Bar Gianni has been open since the war and has never had one.

Is Gianni from Bar Gianni driving a Lamborghini?

Here we go again with that fucking Lamborghini!

He just can't stand it.

You know what? This is just an act to intimidate us.

It's Captain Ricciardi.

He's been a stickler for the law from the time of cigarette smuggling.

He's like a sheriff!

But it's just one guy. What can he do?

Worst case, he slows our production down.

Our production cannot slow down.

They want to wage war on us?

Fine. We'll get ready to win the war.

And we'll also buy a cash register.

"All capital assets may be conferred. Sincerely, signed…"

We gave our structure a semblance of legality.

In one day, we founded Mixed by Erry SRL,

Francesca Import, Teresa SAS, Erry Show, and TNF Services.

The companies helped us move the capital

and were also the official interface for business with major clients.

Ten labs were no longer enough. We needed twice as many.

There are three vacant apartments. If you want to see them, I have the keys.

-What's the condo fee? -It depends on the apartment you choose.

No. I meant the condo fee for the whole building.

Tell the tenants they no longer have to pay. We'll take care of it.

God, why do you want to pay for everything?

Precisely to avoid these kinds of questions.

By the way, we'll take all three apartments.

Plus another five, actionable within an hour,

in case of seizure by the Financial Police.

And the Financial Police wouldn't give up.

But by then, we were ready for war.

-Hello? -Financial Police.

We need to raid the building. Will you open up?

The number of employees doubled.

We fed hundreds of families, and everyone loved us.

-Hello? -Financial Police. Will you open up?

No, I'm not buying anything.

Break the fucking door down!

Come on!

Go! Go, guys!

Go!

Guys, as you can see, this one is 50,000 times bigger than the other one.

We'll do just fine here. Trust me.

The counterfeiting problem is, I believe, a serious one.

Sorry, you can't film here.

The operations of the Financial Police attracted the interest of journalists.

-This is a business. -Yes.

We're talking about thousands of lire.

They're defrauding the State. They're infringing copyright.

Who are the pirates? The ones who counterfeit music.

The term "pirate" was now commonly used.

Everyone knew how lucrative and relatively low-risk it was.

So, piracy increased tenfold within a few months.

What the fuck is he doing?

What is this?

They're tapes, sir. What else?

Look here.

We even have the latest Sanremo compilation.

Are you fucking kidding me? Sanremo started last night.

What can I tell you, sir? If you want it, it's 5,000 lire.

5,000 lire?

Yes, but the sound is perfect. I can guarantee it.

However, if you want to save money…

Guess which was the most pirated label in Italy?

…here is the fake one.

What do you mean the fake one? What's the other one?

Well, sir, sorry, but

this is an original fake.

Four is not enough. I need at least seven.

Side bleachers? Are you crazy?

Do you want my father-in-law to kill me? No.

We've lost all sense of proportion here.

Things are getting out of hand.

Hold on a second, Mimmo. Stay on the line, please.

Ricciardi, what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?

I need an arrest warrant.

Who do you need it for?

Counterfeiters of music tapes.

You want to arrest people making mix tapes?

They make a lot of them, sir.

They sell them at the market in Naples and, I think, across Italy.

We've raided them, but they keep on going. No choice but to arrest them.

What about those cigarette smugglers? Shall we kill them?

Or we could burn the drug dealers.

I'll be clear. Their business is huge.

They come out with a Sanremo compilation while the festival is still on.

They get copied by other counterfeiters, passing them off as originals.

It's all so confusing!

I am confused indeed. Do you have any evidence?

I told you! The market stalls in Naples are full!

What should I tell the magistrate?

We go for a walk along the seafront, buy some taralli?

-Along the way-- -Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

No, Ricciardi. Do me a favor.

-This morning, keep out of my sight. -Let me--

Okay? I'm carrying out a very complicated act of persuasion right now.

If I lose focus, I can't do it.

Now get out. Go!

Mimmo, listen. I just had an idea. Tell me if you like it.

I will come in person with ten patrols and shut you all down.

You'll never sell another Caffè Borghetti again.

This place will be extinct.

How much longer for my 500 copies of Antonello Venditti?

-I've been here for half an hour! -This just came. I'm sure it's in here.

Yes!

I don't know if Mr. Erry… You know, I wrote a love song…

-You came yesterday too! -I come every day. I--

Excuse me, I'd like to speak to Mr. Erry too.

-I only have to hand the tape to him. -Well, that's not how it works!

-Where are the Latin American records? -Erry! I'm leaving the tape here!

I dream of being a singer, sir! I come every day.

I have a nice voice. I'll sing for you.

No! You can't sing here. Please!

-Songs are born out of pain. -Ciro, take care of this.

-You do have a nice voice. -Thanks.

-Come upstairs. -He does!

Come upstairs with me. Thank you.

Erry, for the hundredth time,

when you come down to the desk, don't talk to singers.

Otherwise, they start fighting, and that's bad.

Peppì, I understand them.

Our compilations are the only way for them to be heard.

Erry, what's all this patronage now?

We've always dealt with Italian, international music.

These amateur singers…

One more thing.

Erry, no more flamenco.

-Flamenco? -Yes, flamenco.

Your obsession with Spanish music makes no sense.

That's why all the records disappeared! Peppì, listen.

First, it's not Flamenco. It's Latin American.

Secondly, Latin American music is the future.

What? People see it's in Spanish, and they don't buy it.

You know what we should do? Compilations of holy music.

-You mean church music compilations? -Yes.

I already have five or six requests from parishes.

I think it's fair that we also meet the demands of…

Who's the mole?

What do you mean?

How can you sell Sanremo's tapes on stalls while it's still happening?

Someone from RAI TV gives you the music masters. Who?

And why should I tell you?

He's funny!

He's funny… Yeah.

Kiddo, people count to ten before speaking to me.

-I haven't seen you count yet. -No, let's not make things worse.

First and foremost, the Captain is certainly here as a private citizen.

As he's without a security detail or a warrant, so…

Why don't we have a coffee?

Go get three coffees.

I'll ask you one last time. Who is the fucking mole?

Do you think you can scare me?

I've been standing up to bullies like you since I was a child.

-I'm hated just because I'm like this. -Like what?

You claim to be a DJ, but you're just a counterfeiter.

You have no talent!

You can't stand that someone here is doing things differently!

Lucky for you, you are still a free man!

But I promise I'll throw you in jail sooner or later

and make sure you'll never get out!

We'll send three squad cars here! You people shouldn't even be here!

This is an illegal store!

Hi, Carlo.

Always good when I hear from you.

Listen, there's another mistake on the list of top buyers.

Take a good look at the letter M.

Yes, like Monza.

Yes.

There was an order for five billion lire in blank tapes

from a certain Mixed by Erry SRL.

Now, as I'm the one presenting these documents to the BoD,

I can't check every time with the pencil--

What? It's not a mistake?

Who the fuck is buying five billion lire worth of blank tapes?

Hey, Stefania.

Gentlemen, may I say it is an honor to meet you in person.

-You must be Erry. -Yes.

I listened to all your compilations.

-Amazing! I'm a big fan. -Thanks.

-You must be Peppe. Arturo. -My pleasure.

-And Angelo. -My pleasure.

This is Carlo Pineschi, our excellent commercial director.

Have you guys had lunch?

I made a reservation at a seafood restaurant.

I know! Now you'll be thinking that eating fish in Milan…

Let me change your mind. Do you have a car?

-Yes. -Guys, follow us.

Here are the white wines.

Tenuta Sant'Ignazio. How many bottles have they produced this year?

Unfortunately, they've produced less than a hundred.

But we are lucky to have two of them.

We'll take them both, then. This is a very special occasion.

Would you like to try an interesting white wine?

You might not like it though. It's a bit intense, very mineral.

It's good. We'll take it.

Gentlemen, I'll be frank with you about why I brought you here.

I don't know if you know that our company,

besides dealing with a number of other things,

has always been extremely interested in new enterprises.

And I have to say, quite frankly, that we noticed yours immediately.

I'll keep it brief.

We would love to have exclusive rights to the supply of blank tapes.

Wait, I have to tell you right away

that me and Carlo, who's starting to kick me under the table,

he's getting pissed off, but I'll say it anyway.

We have come up with an offer that I think you will find hard to refuse.

Talking about the serious stuff, where are the crudités? Dario?

Yes, sir?

Bring us some crudités, please?

Yes, sure.

That was Arturo Maria Barambani, CEO of ***.

A regular in the top ten highest-paid managers in Italy,

as per Forbes.

He told us that the single-supplier system was the most convenient for all concerned.

Revenue increases of more than 30%, punctual and customized delivery,

huge discounts, and a nearly unlimited credit line.

Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.

The good Giulio will now take you to the airport. We'll be in touch soon.

So, thanks for the great company.

-Thank you. -Thank you, Arturo.

Come and visit us in Naples.

Sure. Of course.

-Go now. Have a good trip. -Thank you.

Have a safe flight. Bye!

Amazing!

Do you get it? They represent 70% of the market, and they're with us.

Tomorrow, those assholes from *** and *** will eat their own hearts out.

It's great news! Why aren't you happy?

Arturo, come on.

Everyone knows what they do with tapes.

I don't, for example. Do you know? Did we talk about it at lunch?

We didn't talk about it. We don't know.

Plus, Carlo, we're selling fucking blank tapes.

What the fuck are they going to do with them?

Actually, do you want to know the truth?

For 15 billion a year,

they can even go whale hunting, build landmines with them, enrich uranium.

I don't give a shit!

The fish wasn't that great.

But everything else went great.

-We made an excellent deal. -We did, indeed!

In fact, with his discount, we'll increase turnover by at least 25%.

-Please pull over. -Here?

-Yes! -Erry, what are you doing?

We'll miss the flight! Enrico!

Enrico!

Erry, have you gone nuts?

Erry!

-Hey. -Hey.

How did it go in Milan?

It went well. I brought you a gift.

-Everything fine, Erry? You look weird. -Yeah, everything's fine.

We cut a deal that will make us a lot of money.

So, why aren't you happy?

I don't know. When I look back, this whole circus…

The oysters in Milan, the director, the Financial Police…

I just wanted to be a DJ.

Teresa, if I stopped being Mixed by Erry, would you still be with me?

No, Erry. No.

First, 'cause I'm still waiting for that new romantic tape.

Also, because I can't keep receiving such awful presents.

You don't like the globe with the Duomo?

That's weird. I think it's beautiful.

I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.

But maybe you haven't shaken it yet.

Because when you do that, something happens.

Everything changes.

Wait a minute, sir. Let's have one with the godfather.

-Please, sir. -Here I come! Here's the godfather!

Thanks a lot.

Dearest Enrico, I want to thank you again for the honor you gave me.

No way! I'm the one who should thank you for everything you've done for us.

Now I have to run. My plane leaves in an hour and a half.

You have to go now?

The fresh mozzarella from Battipaglia is coming now.

I know, my dear friend.

I have a meeting early tomorrow morning. A very boring one which I can't miss.

We also have the record label, you know.

Occasionally, I have to meet the whole shebang and take stock.

Listen, before I go, though, I have something for little Carmen.

Walter!

Oh my God, Arturo! You really are something!

It's beautiful!

An old man eating spaghetti.

No, it's A Man Eating Spaghetti. That's the actual title.

It's by a rather famous painter named Guttuso.

Since he died recently, the value is bound to increase.

I wonder how much you paid for it. It's so big. Peppino!

-Yes? -Look at the gift Arturo got me.

-Look here. Look. -Wow! It's beautiful!

-What is it? An old man eating pasta? -No!

A Man Eating Spaghetti, a very famous painting.

Forgive my brother. He's ignorant.

-He is a man of a certain age who-- -Peppe?

-What? -I'm going to get dessert.

The kids are with your father.

-Keep an eye on them before they kill him. -Guys, I'm off.

-I'm going back to Milan. -All right, Arturo.

I'll talk to you on Monday about that thing.

Girls, be good. Don't annihilate Grandpa.

-Dad, you want a break? They're terrible. -Are you crazy?

For once, I can enjoy my granddaughters. Do you want to stay with Grandpa?

-Yes! -See, Peppì?

You go talk to your mother. Reassure her.

In newspapers, she reads about pirates, Financial Police…

-She worries. -How many times do we have to tell you?

It's okay. There's no need to worry. There is no…

Angelo, will you tell Dad everything's okay?

I'll go get water for the kids.

One Financial Police captain wants to bust our balls.

But he can't because we're smarter.

-Yes, but-- -You're not the aunt from last time.

-You're a new aunt. -What are you talking about, honey?

-Damn, sometimes those kids… -Yes.

Let's go get a drink.

The kids are always with their mother.

They never see their father, and they live in their own fantasy world.

Gorgeous! Oh my God, she's gorgeous!

I think she's got your eyes. They look like they're turning blue.

She's got your mouth too.

No, we think that she's got Grandpa Gaetano's mouth.

In short, she looks nothing like Enrico.

You know what she's got from Enrico? The look.

As if she was always searching for something.

Let me ask you a question. In your opinion…

Peppì, you'll talk after me. Don't worry.

How old is the man in the painting?

No, you can't ask like that. You're directing their answer.

-Why? I asked-- -You asked how old…

-I mean, the question was okay… -So, why are you saying that…

In short, everything is clear. The picture is complete.

But this only concerns the Anglo-Saxon market.

In Italy, which is the scenario we are most interested in,

the situation has catastrophic features, to say the least.

-What are we talking about? -Piracy.

-That's terrible. -Yeah.

A real plague.

So, to start off, we took an example that we consider emblematic.

These are the sales divided by record company.

For reasons of sensitivity, names are not visible.

But there's one I do want to show you.

The biggest column of all by far belongs to a label called Mixed by Erry.

-And they are pirates. -Pirates?

With 27% of the market, they are the leading Italian label

with peaks of 85% in southern Italy, where Mixed by Erry is seen as original

because it's, in turn, pirated.

-This is absurd! -What a shame!

-Unbelievable. -This is outrageous.

These are the sales for the top records of each Italian record label.

And this is currently the best-selling Mixed by Erry tape.

The Sanremo compilation,

which is already on the market stalls while the festival is still on.

-How do they do it? -We don't know.

They must have a mole inside RAI.

-Exactly. -Maybe, but we're not sure.

Or inside Sanremo itself.

These figures do represent an emergency,

and they have been shown to the institutions.

The Ministry of the Interior has indeed allocated special funds,

which are available immediately, aimed at a zero-tolerance policy…

Fuck! Where are you?

Hey!

-Going home or to the office, sir? -We're going to Naples. Go!

And fast.

Suddenly, everything changed.

The record labels made themselves heard. The Financial Police took action.

They revolutionized the force by prioritizing the fight against piracy.

In charge of the new division,

they put the one who'd done the most reporting and raiding.

Guess who that was?

We're done. Thank you all, and see you soon.

Arturo! What are you doing here?

I came back from Milan to see you. We need to talk right away.

-You couldn't call? -No, forget the phone.

Let's talk. Am I free to speak, or is someone here?

-No. I was actually going out-- -Enrico, listen to me carefully.

The meeting I went to this morning, everyone was pissed off!

Calm down. What?

The record labels know everything about you,

and they want to shut you down.

You are the leading record label in Italy.

They've spoken to the government, allocated a lot of money.

They want to arrest you. Do you understand or not?

Are we really the leading record label in Italy?

Yes, but apart from that, did you hear what I said?

They're keeping tabs on your phones.

Also, what's this thing about you having Sanremo songs before the others?

That drove them mad. How do you do it?

Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

That's it now.

Shut it all down. It's over.

I mean, the money you've made all these years

will last you the next three generations anyway.

Arturo, do you really think this is about money?

Enrico, there's very little time left. Your days are numbered.

Among other things, there's this new super hi-tech stuff

that will catch on.

It's called a compact disc.

It's a disc that's read by a laser beam.

It's sci-fi stuff.

I didn't understand a fucking thing about it.

But it is digital. You can't copy it.

Enrico.

Stop while you still can. I'm telling you this as a friend.

And, as a friend, I thank you.

But music, you can play it, reproduce it, even digitize it,

but you can never stop it.

I have to run now. I have a very important appointment.

I'll talk to you on the phone, okay?

Right.

Good evening, Don Gaetano. Hey.

-Has he called yet? -No, not yet.

So this thing gets read by a laser beam? My God!

Peppì, it's not the lightsaber from Star Wars.

It's a beam of light on polycarbonate that reflects off an optical sensor.

If it reflects a lot, it's one. If it reflects little, it's zero.

It's called "digital."

Look, Barambani came to see me.

What did he want?

He said we're the leading record label in Italy.

-Really? -Yes.

It's for me, Don Gaetano.

-Hello? -Peppe!

-Angiolé! -Peppe, can you hear me?

I just hear noise.

You have no idea how good the food is here.

They make delicious spaghetti, almost transparent.

Besides the food, they're super advanced. Things don't cost shit.

You'll tell me about the food later. Have you found what we need?

Yes, I told you they're super advanced.

They have a device here called…

-What's it called? -CLC.

CLC. Something like that.

Put a bit of that dark sauce.

This device copies CDs at a professional level.

-And they can also give us the blank CDs. -Great.

Buy a dozen, get on a boat, and come back.

-Sanremo is in a fortnight. -All right.

So? Everything okay?

All fine, Erry. I told you, no one can stop us.

What are you doing?

A red herring.

Honey? Yes, it's me.

I was thinking, to celebrate our anniversary,

since we've always watched it from home,

why don't we go and watch Sanremo live this year?

Yes, let's go.

Me, you,

Peppino, my brother, Peppe Frattasio, with Francesca, his wife.

Angelo, my brother.

Not Peppe. The other one, Angelo Frattasio.

-Are you okay? You're talking weirdly. -I'm talking normally.

We can all go there and get a nice hotel.

There in Sanremo, really close to the Ariston Theatre…

ARISTON 41ST FESTIVAL OF THE ITALIAN SONG

FEBRUARY 27-28, MARCH 1-2 1991, 8:00 PM

The package has been delivered.

I repeat, the package has been delivered.

The Frattasios have arrived.

We are not leaving this place

until we've found out who the mole inside the Sanremo Festival is.

Let's trigger Operation Mike

and send the Frattasios to jail once and for all!

-The San Carlo is nicer. -Teresa, you're right.

As if she knows what it looks like!

-I do know! -Have you ever been there?

Yes! Why…

Let's go, guys. It's getting late.

Go ahead.

-Where are you going? -I'll catch up.

Enrico Frattasio is approaching a public telephone.

He's calling the mole! Come on. Let's get on the phones.

Which phone is he calling from?

From a pay phone in the foyer.

What the fuck? There are four of them. I need the exact one to intercept him.

He's talking to someone.

I can't intercept the call if I don't know the exact phone!

If he ends the call, I'll come and kick your butt!

It should be the first one on the mezzanine floor.

Right, who's on the mezzanine floor?

What do you mean "it should"? Is it the one or not?

-That's the one. We're connecting now. -Quick! Hurry up!

Check if the fucking number is right!

See if it's on the list.

They've just announced the start of the night. They're inviting people in.

How long does it fucking take to intercept a call?

We're locating it. He's calling Naples.

So what if he's calling Naples? A million people live there.

-I need to know who he's talking to. -Enrico's still on the phone.

I don't think for much longer.

We have the address. 181 Zite Street.

Come on! 181 Zite Street! Let's send a patrol immediately!

Go on, send two of them!

-I got it. We have the connection. -Great. Zite Street…

181.

He's talking to a woman.

You said 181 Zite Street?

Yes. He's talking to a woman.

He's talking to his mother.

I confirm, Captain. He's wishing his mother a good Sanremo Festival.

It's his mother's house.

PREMIUM SEATS

Hey. Let me through.

Erry, what a pain!

Good evening!

-Edwige Fenech! -Andrea Occhipinti!

What's wrong, Erry?

Dear ladies…

Dear gentlemen…

-Happy anniversary. -The 41st Sanremo Festival starts now!

Thank you!

We seized these an hour ago.

They're all Sanremo compilations.

-But it's two o'clock in the afternoon. -Things are bound to get worse.

Fucking Frattasios! How the fuck do they do it?

-Actually, there's something worse. -Even worse?

Now they're copying CDs as well.

Captain!

-Someone wants to see you. -Who gives a shit?

Can't you see the mess we're in? For all these tapes, we need an inventory.

How many discs and cartons have we seized?

It's about Mixed by Erry.

So it's 250 million in Calabria and 200 million in Sicily.

So that makes about two billion with Sanremo only.

And it's only four days. We'll triple our revenues with CDs.

Sanremo was full of undercover agents. They'll be mad as hell now.

If they get pissed off, that's their problem, not ours.

What can we do if they took it personally?

So, Dad? What do you say?

…Schillaci narrowly misses the touch. It's the seventh attempt…

I need to be in Piazza Garibaldi by 5:30. The train is coming from Milan.

This is the good one.

It's Sunday, Dad. Why do you go?

This weekend alone, we've made two billion.

Why do you insist on living in this house

and selling fake whiskey in Piazza Garibaldi?

Come and give me a hand.

Guys!

-Hurry up, guys. It's late. -Yes.

Hurry up!

Erry, brush it.

-If you don't iron it first, how can I? -What? Just brush it!

Wait.

Dad, the tea is always the same! You can't every time…

Don't answer back!

-I won't-- -Don't answer back!

-I get it. I won't… -Add more water and shut up!

I won't answer back!

You need to add water.

-That's enough! -I don't get it. What's changed, Dad?

Arturo Maria Barambani bargained for immunity

in exchange for information about us.

And he had a lot.

From the holding company system we bought the tapes with

to the locations of many of our labs.

Invoices, purchase orders.

Even staff management, which was obviously all off the books.

Frattasio.

Frattasio!

There's a package for you from your wife.

Yes.

A suit for the trial.

Thank you.

So, Erry, it's very simple.

This is just the first hearing, and they have absolutely nothing on you.

So we'll deny everything.

The tapes, the piracy… We know nothing about that!

Do you know anyone who knows the terms of the Maastricht Treaty?

What do you mean, Erry?

Do you know what they're deciding?

Please, Erry. You have to focus.

We won't have to say anything in court.

When the judge calls us and asks us how we plead,

we will only say one word, okay?

"Innocent."

Erry? Do you understand me or not?

Yes, I understand. We plead innocent.

I am innocent.

Let's start.

The Italian State vs. Giuseppe Frattasio, Angelo Frattasio, and Enrico Frattasio.

The defendants are charged with criminal conspiracy

in various aspects,

which include counterfeiting, possession,

and smuggling of music tapes and compact discs.

All thanks to the ownership of means, premises, and equipment

for the reproduction and duplication

of ultra-professional phonographic material.

Defendant Enrico Frattasio.

How do you plead?

Frattasio, how do you plead? Guilty or innocent?

Erry?

Erry?

Erry?

I…

I am a DJ.

ENRICO, PEPPE AND ANGELO WERE SENTENCED TO 4 YEARS AND 6 MONTHS IN PRISON.

ALL THEIR ASSETS WERE CONFISCATED.

AFTER THE "MIXED BY ERRY" AFFAIR, THE FPM (FEDERATION AGAINST MUSIC PIRACY)

WAS FOUNDED IN ITALY TO PROTECT COPYRIGHT AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

TODAY ENRICO FRATTASIO MAKES AND DISTRIBUTES GIFT BOXES.

OCCASIONALLY HE CONTINUES TO PERFORM AS A DJ.

THE FRATTASIO BROTHERS DUPLICATED MORE THAN 180 MILLION TAPES.

Erry, let me understand. Nothing I do is good.

I had someone take the money…

I won't shout. I had it buried.

They built tennis courts above it so no one can move it.

In ten years, the concession expires, and we'll take it.

But we don't give a damn about tennis.

We go there, we dig, and we take back the 30 billion.

-What's the problem? -I'll tell you!

This is the problem! Look!

THE MAASTRICHT TREATY HAS BEEN SIGNED

THE EURO WILL REPLACE THE CURRENCIES OF THE 12 MEMBER COUNTRIES

Erry, that's not a problem.

They write bullshit.

Do you think they can change currency overnight?

-I think it's bullshit too. -See?

What? Guys, did you read it?

-You believe everything? -They release a new model, like cars?

We won't be able to do anything?

At a coffee shop, "Oh no, I have the old money!"

What coffee shop?

BASED ON THE TRUE STORY OF ENRICO, GIUSEPPE AND ANGELO FRATTASIO,

FREELY NARRATED BY THE FILM AUTHORS

Hello? It's me. Is everything okay?

-Do you remember what you have to do? -Of course I do. It's like last year.

I have to press two buttons, that's all.

Enjoy Sanremo then, Mom.

All right, you too. Have fun.

Please, be careful.

-Yes. Sure. -Bye.

…of their friend Silvano, who naturally went…

-What did he say? -Nothing. All three of them are there.

I don't understand why they went there, in that cold weather…

There's nothing we can do. They're daft. Don't worry about it.

-Oh God, it's starting! Wait! -…the 41st Sanremo Festival!

What was it? "Rec" and "play."

Thank you.

Marisa, this is the last year we go through this hassle.

I'm sick of having this huge mess.

Yeah, enough. Too much dust.

This event every year…

Subtitle translation by: Anastasia Grandis