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C'mon.

Yes.

C'mon, you can't catch me.

Go, go.

Hey, Alice!

You know Pac-Man?

Sometimes life is like a video game.

You know?

You are this yellow ball

and you've gotta run away from these ghosts.

Here, try it.

Go on.

You pass the first level and before you can relax

you're on to the next level.

To save yourself you've gotta always change direction.

The red one's the biggest asshole,

it ignores you and then... zap!

He eats you in one bite.

The goal's always the same: to save your own skin.

But it keeps getting harder.

The gruesome discovery was made by a Rough Collie

who returned home with a human body part in her mouth:

an upper limb.

Investigators suspect it may belong

to City Councilman Salvo Ferraù.

"Game over", when those words appear, it's all over.

Imagine a dog coming home with an arm in its mouth.

All your hard work was useless.

You're back to square one.

Alice, get that!

Hello?

What's this I hear, you wretch? You burned him?

No, there wasn't math homework today.

Math, my ass! Is it true you burned him?

I knew it, you're a damn bitch!

I swear to God, you'll take me there to pay my last respects,

or I'll turn you in!

No wonder my friends say the line is always busy when they call.

Right, Alice?

- It's Betty about math. - Okay.

- Hello? - Are you crazy?

What kinda shitty job did you do?

Giuseppina's fucking furious,

if I don't take her to the car, she'll ruin us!

If she talks we're fucked.

Listen to me, there's only one thing we can do:

run away together and she has to disappear too.

They'll put me away for murder, her for abetting.

and you for concealing a corpse.

Now go and get Giuseppina.

I'll see you at the burned car after sunset.

Want the Ferraùs to snuff me out?

They won't give a shit about my alibi now!

Blood washes blood.

Come on, Alice.

You and I will leave, enough with those ball busters.

To Brazil, a new life.

- You like Papa's idea? - And Giuseppina?

Sure, me, you and Giuseppina. What did I say?

- Did you have a fight? - Who?

You and Betty.

Get ready, you'll be late for school.

Ali, what's wrong? You're strange.

Nothing, Mom.

I love you.

But life doesn't have 256 levels like Pac-Man.

At a certain point you've gotta give up.

In this story there's an interesting detail.

The Rough Collie involved isn't just any dog,

her owner is on the police force,

Marshal Siri, a correction officer.

We have the marshal here, with his loyal Lassie.

Can you tell us what happened?

Yes, it was dawn,

I heard barking and immediately realized it was my Lassie.

Sometimes she goes out wandering, but she always comes home.

This time poor Lassie got an unpleasant surprise.

So much for a nice treat..

Now the police are gonna start digging.

Beginning with the wife,

they'll squeeze her like a lemon.

And let's hope she doesn't start yapping

about her husband's business or ours.

It was Santo, Lina's son, that damn Granny Heroin!

A coffee!

Like dog, like owner.

Pending further developments,

the police are trying to contact the victim's relatives

for identification of the limb, safeguarded at the public hospital.

Back to you in the studio.

Call Don Ferraù and find out what the mood is there,

then we'll have a chat with that whore Giuseppina.

What will we say to that sinner?

We'll ask her where she put the remains of her husband and then...

we'll put her to sleep.

So? How did it go yesterday?

Did you have fun with your new best friends?

Jiji, come on.

Geremia, please.

You're my best friend and always will be.

You know that, right?

When you're so melodramatic, I melt.

Everything okay?

If you're done with that nail file, you can move on to the next one.

- I'll tell you later. - Date with mud monster?

Something normal though, no more chases.

Here, ladies, they've just arrived from the printer.

Here.

NO TO LAYOFFS AND CUTS

I knew it would end up like this, Americans only think about money,

they'll sack us all.

What about tonight?

I'll take you to see Dirty Dancing and then...

If you're not ready, we can just kiss.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Alice? I'm Inspector Ferrario.

Follow us.

Gabriella, look at this.

It's a splendid sunshiny morning here in Calabria.

Good morning from Radio San Luca.

Prep for the feast of Our Lady of Polsi is underway,

which, as you know, is in just a few days.

And now a medley of morning songs

created just for you by the ever-popular Radio San Luca!

- Who is it? - Good morning Don Ferraù.

We're here at Lina Barone's house

and we heard the terrible rumor going around.

We wanted to offer our condolences in advance,

in case there was any misunderstanding about Santo.

No, don't worry, we know Santo's got nothing to do with it.

No need to say anything.

For us, the Barones represent only trust and respect.

The Ferraùs sow only love on this earth.

Actually, give them our regards.

Go in peace

and say a prayer for my nephew.

In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Well, what did Don Ferraù say?

Everything's fine.

- He says we can rest easy. - Good, then...

The war has begun.

Did you get some rest?

I still have a headache.

That bitch Barbarella.

- What is that? - Do you like it?

Just like George Michael.

This is a Cesare Ragazzi model, like my brother's.

It's real hair, not like the wig of that skank with the bazooka.

Barbarella did you a favor, baby, you're a knockout.

Why don't you come over here?

We'll have some fun.

I wanna take it one step at a time, I respect women like you.

- Women like me? - Yeah, women.

Then let me stay here, I don't wanna go back to that horrible place.

In fact, you never have go back, I'll take care of you.

Who the fuck is that?

Ferraù family.

I'm calling from the hospital, are you a family member?

- I'm the older brother. - Still here?

You need to come here for the identification of a limb,

a left arm.

- An arm... - What happened?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Ferraù?

Are you still there?

I'm gonna kill everyone.

Everyone.

You've gotta believe me, Father, I loved my Salvo dearly.

What should I do?

Santo says to leave with him, but I don't know.

He's let me down so many times.

Giuseppina, this time it can't be solved with a few Hail Marys.

What I did is too bad!

If you won't listen to me, I'll confess everything to the police!

No, not the police! Don't confess anything, it's a sin.

What?

My dear, I'm here for your confessions.

Human justice is weak, flawed.

Tell me, where's the body?

Why?

We'll go pay our last respects before the police find him.

Giuseppina, where's the body?

I don't know, Father Agostino.

It was his snake of a daughter who burned him!

But I'll call the cops and make them both rot in jail!

I'll destroy them!

Keep your voice down, quiet.

There she is.

Mrs. Ferraù, we're taking you to the police station.

You can't drag out a praying woman!

Shame on you! I don't feel well.

- I don't feel well. - Don't make a scene.

Fucking cops!

I just spoke with Mr. Fritz, he says Alice was arrested as well.

Things are getting complicated,

no one believes Santo's alibi anymore.

Now what will we do?

We'll do what's necessary to save the family.

Nereo, come in.

Good morning.

For the smell.

We're used to it.

Our family makes blood sausage, Doctor.

May we proceed?

You may.

What'd they do to you?

You can't touch the evidence!

Bastards...

This is too much!

Nereo, enough already.

Doctor, I apologize.

Baby, everything okay?

Baby!

Marshal, life is cruel, one day you piss free

and the next you're happy they let you piss with your own two hands.

Be patient, now you can piss as much as you want.

Motherfuckers, you and your whole family!

What happened, pal? Did your cat die?

No, my brother died.

He was a special person and those bastards took him from me.

Don't take it so hard, pal.

Tell me something special you did together, a happy memory.

A happy memory?

One year he took me to Rome for my birthday,

to a concert of a great foreign singer.

When the guy came on stage,

it was mind blowing.

Surrounded by all that fog he looked like a god.

Fuck!

Who was this god?

George Michael.

My brother's best gift ever.

Barone!

Coming.

- Barone, are you done? - Coming, one sec.

Are you alive?

Death is a bastard, I know.

It always takes the best ones.

You killed my brother!

Fuck you!

Help!

He's killing me!

What the fuck's going on?

- What the fuck are you doing? - Help!

Sorry, miss.

But isn't that...?

What's this I hear, you bitch? Did you burn him?

Math, my ass! Is it true you burned him?

I knew it, you're a damn bitch!

What did you burn?

The Damerino's body?

Do you know what happens to a minor who conceals a corpse?

If you don't know,

I'll have someone with a clear idea explain it to you.

Come in, Giuseppina.

Have a seat.

Would you like a glass of water?

Yes, thanks, that'd be nice.

Fuck, the girl's got brains.

Alice!

Where's my granddaughter?

What is this racket? This isn't a street market!

You're interrogating Alice Barone and Giuseppina Ferraù without a lawyer.

What interrogation? We're chatting.

A minor has a right to psychological support.

You're only delaying the inevitable.

Barone, come with me.

Smile, Alice, the cavalry has arrived.

Everything okay, kiddo?

Ali, what's going on?

- I can explain everything. - Why am I here?

What is happening?

- Mrs. Barone... - Giammatteo, please.

Barone isn't a family name, it's a curse!

Why is my daughter here?

- Concealing a corpse. - Are you joking?

Of course she's joking, cops like to play around.

The inspector got carried away.

We can go now, Alice.

You don't fool me, girl.

Fuck!

Ali!

Tie this around your waist.

It'll look chic and no one will see the stain.

Alice, is that any way to burn a poor fellow?

One piece you burn and the other you don't?

It wasn't me.

You can tell Nonna everything, you know.

Nonna won't judge you.

Actually, if you had told me earlier

I'd have helped you and we wouldn't be here.

What did Giuseppina tell the cops?

- Nothing. - Are you sure, Ali?

That woman is dangerous.

She's nice and today she's leaving, no one will ever see her again.

Leaving, huh?

- You're helping her to leave? - Santo and I.

Do you need help?

No, I'll do it myself, thanks.

When the lawyers get her out, we'll take her home!

Nereo!

- Open this car! - Come on, sweetie, don't do this.

LET YOURSELF BE LED INTO TEMPTATION...

Nereo, we're late.

You want them to see you like this?

You're really pissing me off!

- Open this fucking door! - Nereo, open up.

Do we gotta ask his permission? Open this fucking door!

I'll talk to my cousin!

Nereo, if you don't open this fucking door,

I'll bust in and break all your George Michael tapes!

Uncle.

Yeah.

He wants you.

Don Ferraù.

Where?

Yes, right away.

Let's go get Santo Barone.

I truly don't get it.

All the things we did together,

all the trips,

the books I read to you,

what good did they do?

Will you answer me, for fuck's sake?

- Not now, please. - So, when?

I came to get you at the police station!

They could've arrested you!

They don't have any proof.

I don't give a shit about proof!

I'm not a cop, I'm your mother.

Was it you?

- Please, answer me. - No, it wasn't me.

Do you swear?

Yes.

Let's go home, I'm a wreck.

Can we stop at the drugstore to get some pads?

Yes, of course.

Thanks.

Will you go, Mommy?

Okay.

Goodbye, my love.

No, you come along too,

so you and my lover can make peace.

You've gotten a taste for driving, huh?

What is it?

No, nothing.

Santo says that Rio is a beautiful city.

I wonder if I should really be running away with your dad,

he's a professional liar.

What if he doesn't really love me?

Of course he loves you,

he could've left alone but he told me to come get you.

- You'll be happy together. - What a bastard he is.

But he's also a romantic.

Like my Salvuccio, he was a big romantic as well.

For women like us, one man isn't enough,

we're complex, passionate.

Even Duepiù magazine says so and it's the bible for relationships,

especially about sex stuff.

Drive slowly.

We gotta follow her, not pass her.

Take it.

I want some too.

This isn't stuff for Boy Scouts, it's for real men.

It's best you don't even look at it.

Do you wanna make a mess like at the Feast of St. Rocco?

Good job, Nereo,

you lost 'em, huh?

My love!

Forgive me.

I beg you, forgive me.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon them.

Rest in peace.

Amen.

The big bad killer let Barone get away while he was on the crapper!

- This idiot. - Tell me something, Nereo.

Did you want to kill Santo with a fart?

Where the fuck are they?

- Man, we're going in circles. - Lost your faith in the Boy Scout?

Boy Scout... He's even got feminine intuition.

He's got bracelets, earrings, and this fucking wig!

What the fuck've you done?

Ciccutto, you wanna see how intuition works too?

Calm down, Nereo.

I'm calm.

Take out the fucking coke.

This is my medicine.

Hello?

Good evening, I'm calling from the TV show The Copycats.

Mr. Nereo Ferraù has been chosen

to participate as a George Michael lookalike.

He needs to come to the studio next Thursday at 4 pm.

Could you give me confirmation?

Hello?

My love!

Alice, wait for us in the car.

Giuseppina and I need to talk.

- I don't wanna wait in the car. - Go to the car.

- We'll be there in five minutes. - Santo, she's right.

Let's get outta here. I don't like this place.

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong with you?

Papa's little princess, please...

We need some privacy.

Five minutes and we'll go.

Let's talk in the car.

He's got a gun!

Alice, think!

We can't trust her, she'll get us both arrested.

It was a trap.

I put everything on the line for you.

Put it away!

- I said put it away! - If not what will you do?

Shoot me?

Go to the car.

You're a monster.

We had everything worked out, you just had to get on a fucking plane!

What the fuck was that?

It's all over, now.

It's not my fault, Alice.

Giuseppina was crazy, you saw that too, right?

In the end it was better this way.

She'll stay here with her hubby

and we'll leave, me and you.

Just like you wanted, Daddy's girl.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Get down!

Alice...

Santo.

Santo?

Go!

Run!

Run, Alice!

Run!

Hurry up!

Move it!

Go faster, Ciccutto!

You know what's cool about video games?

The further you go, the harder they get.

The enemies get meaner, faster, more ruthless.

Always more.

And you've gotta do the impossible to make it to the next level,

before someone eats you.

Like Pac-Man, who gulps down dots while running from ghosts.

Right.

Left.

Right again.

You've gotta change direction.

To survive, you've gotta stay on the move,

change direction.

You've gotta outrun those who want you dead.

Speed up.

You've gotta be faster, smarter, to save yourself.

Go!

But you know how it works in video games, right?

When it all seems like it's over,

when you finally feel safe...

bam!

The most dangerous enemy arrives.

When you realize it, though, it's too late,

he's already there, nearby, ready to take you out at any moment.

Wanna make it to the next level?

Forget it.

You're already screwed.

Game over.