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Santo, we'll get in trouble.

- Are you a dirty slut? - Yes.

Whose dirty slut are you?

- Salvo! - What d'you mean, Salvo?

- My Giuseppina is no slut. - Shit!

Christ, Salvo!

You gave us a fright.

I deserve to die, kill us.

- Kills us both! - What the fuck are you saying?

Right now, I'm ready.

Salvo's like a little brother to me.

You can't ruin a friendship like ours.

Am I right, Salvo?

We were like brothers, you and I...

- We deserve to die. - How could you?

Giuseppina, you're pissing me off now! Let old buddies talk.

- Cover yourself, whore. - Cover up.

Everything was perfect.

We worked well together.

The Malpensa deal.

What do I tell the family down south? They'll want an explanation.

What explanation? No one needs to know.

Salvo, my friend, in these situations,

silence is the most honorable thing before God.

You have to kill us, that's the right punishment!

Shut your mouth, you evil temptress!

Think of our friendship...

You know I've always cared for you.

How much trouble did we get into when we were kids?

Remember wiping out the Malagò family's chicken coop?

Fuck, what a riot! How old were we? Seven, eight?

Back to local news.

The failure to approve the Malpensa Airport shopping center

is turning into a murder mystery.

The sudden disappearance of politician Salvo Ferraù is still an enigma.

The investigators are focusing on ties the Calabrian politician

maintained with prominent members of the 'Ndrangheta in Lombardy,

such Guendalina Barone, known as Granny Heroin.

The brain is incredible.

Sometimes, when something bad happens,

like really bad,

it erases all our past experiences.

As if to defend itself.

That's what happened to me

when they killed my father in front of my eyes.

My early years, wiped out.

But then, all it takes is one detail,

one of those sitcoms with happy families.

You know what I mean?

And... bam!

After ten years the memory faucets reopen

and the memories come flooding back.

I got this sawed-off from my dear late dad.

I was seven.

Good old days! I killed my first kid with this one.

- Do you remember Giuseppe, the butcher? - Ah, yes.

He owed me for three doses of heroin.

- So he gave me this young goat. - Nice.

Yeah, but I had him killed anyway.

- You did the right thing, Mom. - A waste of space.

- Aunt Rita, what are you making? - Tagliatelle.

- Why, is it Sunday? - It's always Sunday here, Alice.

Who is it?

I brought you a friend, Mom. Here.

Gioacchino, you're all scratched up.

Did you fall?

The cat got your tongue? Come here!

Have a seat, Gioacchino. What's up?

Do you want some honey too?

Before it's all gone.

- Who is it now? - What d'you mean?

It's Hoover the pig!

Come here, Hoover.

Here it is, my happy family. My childhood in the Barone family.

Whore!

Aunt Rita & Aunt Memena

Uncle Bastiano & Vincenzo

Shortleg

Granny Lina

Memories don't ever really go away.

They're always there, hidden.

Barone House

Waiting to return.

You're Papa's little princess.

Always

and forever.

I'm a princess without her papa.

I'm a princess without her papa.

I'm a princess...

CALABRIA, SOUTHERN ITALY: IONIAN SEA

Vincenzino is so stupid

he can't even tie his own neckerchief.

Quiet!

Do you remember the third rule of the Scouts?

Well?

If you don't like them teasing you, don't tease them.

Good.

And we don't tease anyone.

Isn't that right, Vincenzino?

The Scout who puts the most packages in his backpack

wins a prize. Go for it.

Stand by me, oh my Lord For this world is full of traitors

Be with me so you can help me Through prayers, I'm a man of honor

Awaken me, oh my Lord

Never leave me alone again Stand by me...

Stop here.

Uncle!

Have you spoken with Salvo in the last few days?

- At Easter. - I said in the last few days, not months!

I told you, Marshal, my nephew doesn't know anything.

Is he the one from the Feast of St. Rocco?

Water under the bridge.

If your brother calls you...

Of course he will, he's bringing me to Milan for a job.

If he calls, tell him everyone's looking for him

in Milan and here in Calabria.

- Did something happen to my brother? - Don't worry, we'll find him.

Go to the sacristy and have the kids put away their backpacks

before returning them to their parents.

Whore!

We were so close to fulfilling this dream, but all is not lost.

The Damerino, that bastard...

I'll find him, even if I have to follow him to hell.

It stinks in here.

Don Carmine, you're up early!

I had 900 million thoughts on my mind.

What is that stench?

It's Milan's smog, you don't have these modernities in Calabria.

It only goes away when I cook.

- Let's hope so. - Of course we do.

Today we're gonna find The Damerino

and fix everything.

We'll turn those 900 million thoughts into cash,

like we agreed, don't worry.

Do I look worried?

- Rocco! - At your command!

- Get the car ready. - Yes.

Leonardo, this is Gabriella.

I thought it was the Americans, what's wrong?

I've got a problem with my daughter, I need the day off.

Wait, what's the problem?

She's disappeared, I've gotta go look for her.

There's a lot I have to tell you about me, my past.

You can't miss work today.

I'm doing the regulations with the Seattle people,

they take note of everything.

Do they wanna lay people off?

Of course not, but it's better if you're there.

You're not supposed to enter without authorization,

but anything for a Barone.

I'm not a Barone.

Aren't you Santo Maria's daughter?

My name is Alice Giammatteo.

Right, anyway...

Move it! Excuse me.

You've gotta take a number, young man.

Shove it up your ass!

Pasquale, are you crazy? That's Nereo Ferraù.

Psychic Assuntina, help me.

My husband is in the hospital, a disease is consuming him.

And I'm desperate!

Unbreakable magnetomagic fluid of Saint Joseph's branch,

cuckold of God, cuckold of God, show me.

I'm sorry Concetta,

this disease is really nasty,

that's the terrible vice of smoking.

That'll be 5,000 Liras.

But a smoke after a coffee is such a temptation!

- I know. - But my Totò will get well, right?

Your husband's doomed, get out.

Nereo, have some manners when I'm working!

Salvo is missing.

What do you mean, missing?

Uncle said... they can't find him anywhere.

Take it easy, don't get worked up.

You've gotta help me, Assunta, I'm begging you.

Unbreakable magnetomagic fluid of St. Joseph's branch,

cuckold of God,

show me.

- He's dead. - What?

I saw her.

What'd you see?

- I saw her. - Yeah, but what'd you see?

I saw a hungry old woman.

- He died in Milan. - How can I find him in Milan?

What are you doing?

These fucking cops!

They can hide a mic in a fly's ass.

- Did you clean up? - Did you kill him?

- Did you, yes or no? - Answer me.

- It was an unfortunate accident. - Did you kill him?

I was fond of The Damerino, he was my friend.

And now I can't sleep at night.

I was being intimate with his wife, Giuseppina,

and he, damn destiny,

happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So you killed him.

If this gets out, I'm dead.

And I can't die now that I've found my baby girl again.

But if they find his body, you'll be visiting me at the cemetery.

- Why can't Granny find out? - She'd be the first to bury me.

You are Papa's little princess...

Always

and forever.

I've dreamed my whole life of having a father,

if I go there and do everything you say, will you be a father to me?

Of course, we share the same dream!

But you gotta change your life!

I want a normal father, with a normal job,

who watches Happy Days with me at night.

I want a father who takes care of me.

Promise.

I promise you.

Always... and forever.

You crossed your fingers.

They're not crossed! What are you saying?

I promise you.

How do I move him? He's heavy.

That's what bed sheets are for.

Mirror of Divine holiness.

Help us find him.

- Morning star. - Pray for us.

- Health of the sick. - Help us find him.

- Refuge of sinners. - Pray for us.

Solace of the afflicted.

Help us find him.

Aid of Christians.

Pray for us.

Queen of angels.

Pray for us.

Pray...

Giuseppina.

Pray for us.

- Giuseppina. - Thank you.

- Thank you so much. - It's Lina.

Lina!

Lina, you can't imagine the pain, my heart is breaking.

I came to offer you my friendship and moral support.

You remember fourteen years ago?

I too suffered from the sudden disappearance of my husband.

May he rest in peace.

You can't imagine what I'm going through, my heart is breaking.

Talk to me, open your heart.

I'm the only one who can help you.

Tell me,

what happened to your beloved husband?

I don't know, Donna Lina.

We were making love

and while we were doing it,

he called me Consuelo.

- Consuelo? - He had a South American mistress.

My husband didn't disappear like yours, he ran off with his lover.

I feel such shame.

I'm ashamed.

Why be ashamed?

Your husband and I had a very important deal at stake.

You think I'm ashamed

to tell you that I'm ready to kill to find him?

- Pray for us. - Virgin worthy of praise.

Pray for us.

- Virgin most powerful. - Help us find him.

- Virgin most merciful. - Pray for us.

Keep an eye on the wife, Rocco.

Every wolf leaves its den, when it has to.

Mirror of divine holiness.

Pray for us.

I packed your turtleneck shirt

and the shawl Aunt Annuccia knitted for you,

the one from Sila wool, which is nice and warm.

I also packed your fancy dress,

among those Northerners you might find a husband.

Uncle, for goodness' sake,

why don't you go instead?

I've got the parish, the parishioners, the drug deliveries to sort out.

But I can't go, I've got my job here!

He can't go to Milan by himself,

he can't even tie his own shoes.

Then send someone else.

When he's off his rocker, give him a pill and put George Michael on.

See? No one knows him as well as you.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners...

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Donna Lina.

Father Agostino, how are you?

You seemed tense at the Ferraùs', I was worried.

Do you wish to confess?

- You need to help me, Father. - That's what I'm here for.

Giuseppina...

Poor woman, she's suffering, such a devoted wife!

Of course, immaculate like the Virgin Mary.

What did she tell you about her anguish?

I'm in an awkward position,

I can't say anything, there is the sacramental seal.

I know how to keep this seal as well.

Do I spread rumors of your devotion to the little angels?

So, Father, who's gonna spill the beans first?

You... or me?

I don't know anything.

What's the name of the new altar boy, the one from Cagliari?

What a nice little angel, huh?

And how much do you like him, Father?

Oh, Lord Jesus.

That poor woman is out of her mind.

That cursed apartment...

What apartment?

- One of their apartments. - Where are they?

Believe me, I don't know.

Are you telling me the truth?

Well then,

Excuse me, I need something to eat.

- Table. - No, right now.

Candy, snacks... anything is fine.

Chips, chocolate, cookies...

Cookies.

- Where's the restroom? - There.

Trouble ahead

We're women, we're many, we're all sick and tired of this!

Just a little propaganda, Comrade Mao.

What's this?

The saggy tits festival?

Don't look or you'll go blind.

No, I like them as big as melons.

What's this? The dried fig festival?

Comrades, this horny dude is a Southern hick.

Calabrian accent.

Our poor Southern sisters are still kept locked up at home.

Calabrian men tremble, the witches are back to rumble!

Donna Lina.

The wolf has left the den.

Come protest with us.

Out!

Wanna meet my feminist rod?

Have a nice day!

Calabrian men tremble...

Yes?

Gabriella, the phone.

It's Alice, she says it's urgent.

Alice, you had me worried.

Tell me about my father, what was he like?

- Where are you? - Tell me about him.

How could you fall in love with him?

Where are you? Tell me.

Please, answer, Mom.

I was young, I told you.

He was a smooth talker and I fell for it.

But he's a criminal.

Yes, it's true.

But he gave me the most beautiful thing in the world.

Did he love me?

At least a little?

Of course he loved you.

Ali, tell me where you are, I'll come get you.

Alice?

- How about that Gabri... - Yep.

- Who is it? - I'm Salvo Ferraù's aunt.

The buzzer must be broken, could you kindly open the door?

- I don't let strangers in. - Rude!

Need a hand, Cicciolina?

Come, Donna Lina, we'll knock on all the doors.

Sooner or later that moron Giuseppina will open up.

The elevator! Cicciolina!

Be quiet or Giuseppina will hear us and get suspicious.

It's stuck, all the better, she'll have to come down the stairs.

Or fly from the window.

Come on, may the Lord help us.

We'll start with the first floor.

Please don't shoot, I'm Santo's daughter.

Yeah, you've got the same snakelike eyes,

you're both cold-blooded animals.

- Why are you here? - I'm here to clean up.

Tell him I'll take care of my Salvo, I don't need him.

- My grandma is coming up the stairs! - What?

- If she finds the body, she'll kill us! - Did you bring her here?

No, but we've gotta hurry!

Oh God, what do we do?

How can we hide him? He's heavy.

With this.

I don't know, a lot of women live in this building.

She's got puffy hair, like a scarecrow.

Here she is, we found her.

Donna Lina, what are you doing here?

- Are you following me? - Of course not!

I was passing by and saw you rush in, breathless.

- I thought you'd found your husband. - Who knows where he is.

No, I was cleaning the apartment, in case relatives come from down south.

For the funeral?

Salvo's not dead, he ran off with his mistress.

The stairs wiped me out, won't you offer me a glass of water?

I was taking the garbage out.

And the apartment's not tidied up, if I'd known before...

I'll get you a glass of water, ma'am.

We're the same age, I know how it is.

Thank you.

You walking cadaver, mind your own fucking business!

Tutankhamun!

I prefer at your place.

I promise I'll close my eyes and overlook the mess.

The Damerino was always such a classy guy,

this building really reflects his style.

Weird, the elevator's working again,

right after I climbed six floors like Messner, the mountaineer.

This elevator's always been finicky.

Donna Lina, come in for a nice glass of water.

Yes, coming.

Sorry, it's from the tap.

This place is really chic.

- My compliments. - Thanks.

That's nice, is it a lion?

No, a tiger.

To the garage, quick!

- Who was in the garage? - Nobody.

My husband didn't disappear, like you said.

My Cosimo is dead.

A woman can feel these things.

I know you also feel this darkness in your heart.

If I find out you're hiding something,

I'll have my parrot gouge your eyes out.

A nasty breed, they're ferocious birds

and mine would go crazy for those emerald eyes

the Lord parked in that face.

You sure you know how to drive this car?

It was my Salvuccio's favorite.

I can drive like the best of men.

Where will you take him?

I have to head for Gallarate and look for the Michelin man.

And leave him there?

I'll come with you.

I've gotta go alone.

My grandma might still be following you.

You are a tiger, like your father.

Take that.

If anything goes sideways, you'll find me here, all day.

Remember, take good care of my dear Salvuccio.

I promise.

All right.

Wait.

My love!

I promise I'll bring you back home

and lay you to rest in the family crypt,

next to Aunt Rita,

above your dad.

Can't even see the stars here in Milan.

In our town the sky is full of gems.

My godfather always told me,

"Stars are the eyes of the angels."

But here there are only devils and sinners.

Hey, Calafrica!

Nice car! What is it, a Fiat Ritmo yokel edition?

Hick!

What the fuck's going on?

Nereo!

Do you know the third rule of the Scouts?

I'll teach you.

That's how the brain works.

What we've said and done in life,

the things we've listened to, the lessons we've been taught...

...it all leaves a trace, it's part of us.

Leave me alone!

Let her go!

Go away!

What a blow!

What a blow!

Even if we don't remember it,

we'll never be free of it.

Our soul is like a sponge that soaks everything up,

the beautiful, fun things, but also the scary ones.

Santo, let him go, please! can't you see you're hurting him?

Stop it!

Santo, please, let him go!

Leave him alone!

I'm begging you, please.

Santo, stop!

Please, stop!

You killed him.

Giuseppina!

All our experiences determine the person we are.

- The person we'll be... - Giuseppina!

Hey, you, lout.

- What are you doing? - Everything's fine.

Show your ID.

Show your ID, I said!

Get your hands off me! Fucking pigs!

...and the person we'll never be again.

Pray for us.

- Mirror of Divine holiness. - Pray for us.

Morning star...

Basically, it's all connected.

The truth is we can try as hard as we want,

we can hide,

but we can't escape our past.

Ever.