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Leave me alone

Better forget it

Believe me

I'm tired of you

Just forget me

And don't try again

You have to accept

That there's nothing you can do

So leave me alone

Just forget it

I don't want to ruin

My life for you

My goodness, what happened?
They stole everything.

Listen, would you like to come with me?
Come on, now.

Get in.

How much do you want?

Be quiet. Quiet. Act normal.

-Are you a transvestite or what?
-I'm Deputy Brigadier Gargiulo.

On duty.

I'll be damned. The first time I pick up
a prostitute, I end up with a brigadier.

Why didn't I pick up
that blonde over there?

The blonde over there
is the deputy chief of police.

We are here to capture
Pepè the Corsican,

and soon there will be a shooting.

That too!

Mrs. Laura, how are you?

What do you expect?
It's hard times, with taxes to pay,

the protection money you want…

I hope it all ends up in medicines!

Madam, I work more than you do.

I've been collecting money
all day since seven this morning.

With the peanuts you pay, you can feel
safe and you can avoid any bother.

The only thing that bothers me
is seeing you.

See you around.

-So, Torsillo…
-Good morning, Mr. Masino.

Here, I have this week's money. Here.

Well done, Torsillo.
We're beginning to get along.

But remember you still have
that old instalment to pay.

Yeah, I know. Could I pay that
in instalments too?

I'll ask.
In the meantime I need a shave.

Yes, sir. At your disposal. Mr. Masino.

-Here you are. You'll be served.
-Since we're here, cut my hair a bit too.

-Just a trim, please.
-Okay, sir. Of course.

Cinzano rosé, the new idea.

I'll be right back.

Fernet-Branca never let a digestion down.

Vidal presents "The Giants":
Vidal cream and mousse.

Florio brandy. A Mediterranean brandy.

Getting its flavor comes from its roots.

-Are you the new employee?
-Mm.

What are you doing? Watch out, idiot,
you don't know who I am.

-You don't know who I am.
-And who the heck are you?

I am Marshal Giraldi, so hold still.

I'm not very experienced
and I could slit your throat.

What's wrong? You're shaking.

I'll change tool, or with this razor
I could hurt you. I'd rather not.

Now I'll give you an exceptional
haircut, like Taxi Driver.

-What is that?
-You don't know? Didn't you see the movie?

-No, I didn't.
-You didn't? I'll show you now.

There you go. I did a nice job.
Better than Robert De Niro.

Like it? This is a Taxi Driver cut.

How can I go around like this?

-Just put your hat on.
-Stop.

You stop. Don't shoot.

What the hell, you ruined my car!
How do I fix it now?

We are approaching the church
of Santa Maria in Domnica,

known as the "Navicella", the little boat,

because of the lovely fountain
you can see on your left.

What's the matter with his head?

We will soon be at the famous
Baths of Caracalla,

where there will be a 20-minute stop

so you can be shown
through the famous ruins.

-Do you see this little scratch?
-Yeah.

Make sure you find the exact same color.
All the same.

Don't worry, Dr. Candela.
We'll do a good job.

Be careful.
You know how much I care about the car.

-Who are they?
-What's happening?

What are they doing?

-Holy smokes!
-What's happening?

Stop! What are you doing?

Oh God, they're destroying my car!

Don't worry, we will find the same color.

That's enough!

Stop!

Help. Call the police.
Who are they? Stop them!

-I don't know who they are.
-It's a new car. They destroyed it!

Hoodlums! Oh, my God!

Bastards! Darn you!

You destroyed a car worth 20 million!
Damn you!

My Lord! A disaster!

I'm sorry. Police.

-Son of a bitch! You must pay me back!
-Get in line, then.

Why are you like that?
What have I got to do with it?

You do! Today is not your lucky day.

-Why?
-You called me "son of a bitch",

so I'll arrest you
for insulting a public officer.

Excuse me, ma'am,
but women never use this bathroom.

Ballarin, I'm Gargiulo.

It's tough to go to the bathroom
in pantyhose. Utter misery.

Why are you still dressed as a woman?

I have to write the report.
I didn't have time to change.

Come on, Melidò, let's write the report.

Put the date.

Damn, what a hottie!

Gargiulo, how much did you make
last night?

Stop joking. I won't dress like
a woman again. Everyone teases me.

You know, if it wasn't for the mustache,
you'd look like Tozzi's wife.

-I don't have a mustache, though.
-But Tozzi's wife does.

Guys, we're on high alert.

Everyone must be available
at headquarters.

-What happened?
-A revolt in the Viterbo prison.

Go back to your cells.

I will receive your spokesperson

and listen to your requests.

Don't make your situation worse.

WE WANT THE MINISTER
WE WANT REFORMS - NO POLICE STOPS

Don't listen to those
who gave you bad advice.

With violence
you won't achieve anything.

You know I've always been
understanding.

The police have orders not to shoot,

but you must cooperate, too.

I don't have the power
to speed up the prison reform.

I did everything I could
to improve your condition.

Trust me.

I repeat once again.
Go back to your cells.

-Are you crazy?
-Sons of bitches!

-Who is he?
-Giacomo La Rosa.

An Italian-American mafia member
waiting for trial. Poor thing.

POLICEMAN KILLS GIACOMO LA ROSA
AN ITALIAN-AMERICAN MAFIA MEMBER

POLICE AT THE SERVICE OF THE MAFIA

MAFIA BOSS KILLED BY POLICE

DURING THE REVOLT
AT THE VITERBO PRISON

This guy doesn't exist.
No one saw him and nobody knows him.

He's not a real policeman.

I asked to carefully check the profiles
of all the officers sent to Viterbo.

This one doesn't exist.

He isn't, and has never been
part of any police corps.

I think he is some Mafia member

who stole a uniform
and took advantage of the revolt.

The revolt itself
might have been organized

to get rid of an inconvenient witness.

Giacomo La Rosa was supposed to testify
before the investigation commission

in about 20 days against Girolamo Giarra,

one of the most dangerous bosses
of the New York Mafia.

Now Giarra will feel more reassured,

while we have a big headache to solve.

-As usual.
-Tozzi, I've got seven letters here.

It says, "It lives
in the center of Africa".

It starts with a "J" and ends in "S".

Ja…s.

Are there jackasses in Africa?

-What do you say?
-Could be "jackals".

-Jackals!
-You are right.

You see? Jackals. Wow.

Perfect, you're good.

Yes, Nico, but did you hear what I said?

I heard nothing, but I know you.

Toads piss on what they can't reach.

Nico.

Listen, Nico.

Tozzi, forget it.
Let me do my crossword puzzle.

-Don't be a jackass.
-Jackals! You said jackals.

Listen.

How is it possible that you
didn't hear anything at all?

I was, as I said, in the bathroom.

Darn! You either have bowel problems
or are hard of hearing.

Let's go on.

"I realized that unknown thieves
had robbed me of everything.

Furniture, carpets, decorations."

I'm not going!

I don't want to get involved in this!
Find someone else!

It's full of agents here.
Why me? Does it always have to be me?

Why are you all looking at me?

You know what you should do?
Mind your own shit business.

What did this guy
with the nice hair do? What?

So, you realized that thieves
had stolen everything, even the bed.

-And you didn't hear a thing.
-I told you, I was in the bathroom.

-What? Where were you?
-In the bathroom.

Sure. Watching a woman undress
in the apartment across the street.

You filthy pig!

It's called "the peeping Tom's hit".
My uncle invented it.

He did it with her sister
before she became a nun.

I don't understand.

I don't get it. With the furniture
of a whole apartment,

we only made three million.

-Stop that!
-That isn't the problem.

The truth is, it's become impossible
to work here. You understand?

It's our tenth hit, and that filthy
Executioner always gives us 10%.

"Executioner" isn't just a nickname.

-Get your hands off me!
-You're touching my sister's ass?

She undresses in front of others.
I'm a friend and I can't grab it?

That's different. It's for work!

Anyway, we are entitled
to 750,000 lire each.

-Venanzio, aren't you mistaken?
-Why?

As far as I know, three million
divided by four equals 750,000 lire.

You don't know shit. It's five of us.
You didn't count my sister.

-We took the risk.
-So? My sister put her ass in it.

Quite right.

Count again. We are five,
so it's 600,000 lire each.

No, you're wrong, it's 300,000.

Don't you agree? Huh?

How much is three times five?

-Fifteen.
-And so?

A million and a half to you guys,
and a million and a half to Uncle.

What are you saying, Marshal?

Marshal, we were just counting money
for a game of scopone.

-With the peeping Tom.
-Who's the peeping Tom?

I have the copyright on that one.
You know that.

My uncle Augusto invented that hit.

-How much did you make?
-What do you think? 200,000…

-How much did you make out of it?
-Three million.

So… "Fifty-fifty".

What does it mean?

-It means that he gets half.
-Marshal, you really…

-Give me the money.
-Why?

I've busted my balls with earning peanuts.
I want to eat, too, now.

Enjoy your meal, Marshal.
We'll give you 50%.

-Fifty percent?
-Yes.

On every hit.

Maybe I'll even give you a few tips.
Trust me.

As long as you don't slap me again.

-Marshal, do you want to place a bet?
-Yeah.

Bet on Pasquale, in fifth position.

Then there is Checca, in sixth.

Then there is Ciulo, here in Rome.

So, if Pasquale wins,
I take the percentage.

-If Checca wins, I'll take the cut.
-And if Ciulo loses?

-I'll get it up my ass.
-Then root for him.

-Fifty on Pasquale.
-You're loaded with money today.

-How come?
-I put a chick on the street.

A thousand on Tonnabianco.

We won today, too.

Marshal, it didn't go well today, huh?

Don't worry, horses are like women.

Once they say yes, once they say no.

Every day, you can win or lose.
You know what the game is like.

Don't be upset.
Tomorrow you will catch up.

No, I'll catch up right away.

Marshal, what are you doing?
Have you gone crazy?

Give me all the money
you have in the drawer.

-What, is this a holdup?
-Don't shoot, I have a family.

-You two, shut up.
-All right.

-I said shut up.
-It came out because I got scared.

-Want me to block it with a bullet?
-No. What the heck.

Help! He's going to kill me!

-Don't yell!
-He's killing me!

Police? There's a holdup
at the horserace betting place.

Give me the keys.
Come on, the keys to the drawer.

No. Not the key!

What are you doing, Marshal?
You'll ruin me.

And you'll ruin yourself too.

Hello. I inform you that in wing 31
they're playing cards.

Impossible.
Cards have been confiscated everywhere.

Well, they are playing poker.

Where? In wing 31,
where Marshal Giraldi is locked up?

Or shall I say,
the former Marshal Giraldi.

-Yes, right there.
-I was just going to see him. Come.

Chip.

Two thousand.

I call.

Ten thousand.

I'm out.

Ten thousand plus 2,000.

-No.
-I call.

Full house. Saint Anthony
with two Saint Pasquales.

Four Madonnas.

I mean, aren't you ashamed
of playing with the holy cards

that the prison monk
gives you on Sundays?

What do you care?

As we play we pray.
Two things at the same time.

I'm here for you, Marshal. Chief Tozzi
wants to speak to you urgently.

-Tell him I'm not here.
-Come on, follow me.

Darn it! They bug you even in jail.

-You, don't move from here.
-How would I, I'm serving 14 years.

They threw my keys away!

Chief, Giraldi is here.

Hi, Nico.

You came to see
what a corrupt cop looks like?

Here I am, take a look.

-Did you see me?
-Yes.

Then fuck off.

-Nico.
-What do you want?

-You wait outside.
-All right.

You did a great job. They all fell for it.

Here's your stuff.

But that "fuck off" in front of the
warden… you could have spared it.

I was serious about that "fuck off".

I don't get it. You get me
kicked out of the police force,

you send me to jail,
then you want me to escape,

and you make me go to the US
to catch a godfather. Hey! Tozzi!

Do you think I'm Superman?

Nico. For this mission
I needed a special agent.

You've been twice to the US
and you used to be a delinquent.

If you go back to being Nico the Pirate,
everyone will believe it.

Listen up. I'm sorry,
but what about that Giacomo La Rosa

who died here, killed by a Mafia boss…

-What do we care?
-What do we care?

We have to get the Italian police
off the hook.

Remember, it's a top secret mission.

For everyone. And by the way, everyone…

must think you are an expelled cop.
An escaped prisoner.

That should help you get in touch
with the Mafia. That's clear, right?

One more thing.
Don't expect support from anyone.

This is one thing only you and I know.

Only in case you get seriously in danger,
call number 2424 in Rome.

Day and night there'll be a person
who knows where to find me.

This is a suitcase I got in your house.

I put in four pairs of underwear
and some socks.

Then there is money,
a plane ticket and your passport.

All right.

Listen carefully.
When you leave here, go left.

You will find a small door
overlooking a courtyard.

There's rope. Climb over the wall
and you will be outside the prison.

Remind me, in case of emergency,
I must call 24…

-2424.
-2424.

Exactly. Now hurry up.
Your plane leaves in a couple of hours.

Okay then.

Here, take this too.

You'll need it for the warden out here.

Now you should punch me.

-I should punch you?
-Yes.

Where should I hit? Here?

Yes, it's okay here,
but try not to hurt me.

Anything else you have to tell me?

Yes, fuck off again.

Stop.

Don Girolamo, Piero is on the phone.

Let me talk to him.

Yes? It's Giarra.

No, no. It's too late.
Let's make it tomorrow at 5 p.m.

No, no, no.

It can't be done
for less than a million dollars. Crazy.

Wait here.

What now? I don't understand.
It's my first day as a taxi driver.

I don't understand.

But I don't understand. I sorry.

What the fuck do you want?

What fuck? Fuck you and your sister,
piece of shit!

Awful people.

The taxi is broken.

I don't understand. I'm waiting…
The mechanic is coming to fix it.

Uh… Sorry.
As soon as the mechanic comes…

Ah. So it's coming from the garage.

Hey. I thought you told me
the thing was broken.

A miracle! Saint Gennaro!

Important Italian saint.
Very good saint! A miracle!

-Your Excellency. Always on time.
-Greetings, Salvatore.

Excuse my appearance. As soon as I saw
the car, I removed the "no parking" sign.

Please, come in.

Nico.

Damn it, I lost my keys.
Where did I put them?

-Nico!
-Yes?

What must you do to Amelia before leaving?

Give you a little kiss.

-Bye.
-And after the kiss?

After the kiss… a drop of this.

-Bye.
-And after the drop?

After the drop, the bed, but last night
we did it so many times.

-Five.
-What five? Six. Are you kidding?

-Thirty-four.
-Now you're exaggerating.

I'm not a mattress multinational.

Nico.

You forgot that you've been in my hotel
15 days without paying one dollar.

Amelia, I know, but if you don't let me
go to work, how will I pay you?

What if I call the police? Huh?

If you call the police,
a quickie and I'll leave. Okay?

I'm all yours.

Listen, granddad.

-Speak Italian.
-Where is Little Italy?

Hey, you speak Italian too.
I don't understand a thing.

Straight this way. Then left.
I didn't understand shit.

-Salvatore.
-Nico, you come now? It's 10:30.

What can I do? Your cousin kept me
as a hostage until five.

I know, but set a time for these things.

The boss wants you to be on time.

-Blame your cousin.
-He doesn't give a shit about her.

Come on.

We talked and we agreed.
Everything is fine.

No money under the table, no perks.

No social security, no holidays.

No overtime, no severance pay.

-Should I pay him something?
-No. You'll get a few dollars a week.

-Everything is set. Happy?
-Is the food good at least?

Sure. The customers eat well.
It's not for us. We don't get anything.

Especially you. Nothing.
A small sandwich at noon.

Salvatore, what conditions are these?

It's difficult to find a job here.
It's an off-the-books job.

You aren't a member of the union,
or anything else.

-All right.
-Did you want 3,000 dollars a day?

Come on, it's late.

-Smile.
-That too?

Quick, fruit at table 24!

Hurry up! Quick!

Dance! Go on!

What the hell are you doing?
You're dropping all the fruit!

It's a local tradition.
We must serve customers dancing.

-Don Girolamo wants to see us dance.
-Let's dance.

Holy Mary. He came unexpectedly.
Now what will I do? It's all booked.

I kiss your hands, Don Girolamo.

I was waiting for you at one.
You came early. Forgive me.

-Your table is taken.
-Why?

But by one o'clock it will be empty.

There's a table near the toilet.

It stinks, but if you don't care
I can set it.

-Is he new here?
-I hired him today. Forgive him.

-He doesn't know who you are.
-All right.

-How dare you talk about the toilet?
-But what…

-Keep your hands to yourself.
-I guarantee. He stays at my cousin's.

-Get the table ready!
-Quick!

Come on, quickly, come. Madam, get up.

-The table is available!
-Go that way.

Go. It's not healthy to eat
so much at your age. Go away.

-Do you know who that is?
-No, who is it?

He's Don Girolamo Giarra. A godfather.

He belongs to a New York Mafia family.

He looks like a priest, with that face.

A priest?
Maybe because he's elegantly dressed.

-He killed 36 people.
-Really?

-Know what he did to his cousin?
-What?

He put him in that oven.

-Did he think he was a lamb?
-Are you Roman?

-No, I'm Francesco.
-Be quiet! Why are you talking?

This is none of your business.
He's crazy, this dish washer.

That man has a private plane.
He has a jet with a kitchen on board.

I'm the only one who can serve him.
I'm his personal waiter.

-I earn a lot of money with him.
-Salvatore, I have to ask you a favor.

Francesco, lend me the spoon.

-This one?
-Yes, thanks.

Do me a favor. Let me serve Giarra today.

-You are crazy!
-Please allow me. I'll make you look good.

You're stupid. Stop eating.
The owner will make you pay for it.

He keeps tabs on everything.

-Take it easy. He won't notice.
-He counts the spaghetti!

There's nothing you can do,

your husband made a mistake
and will have the punishment he deserves.

Now go away. I have to eat.

-Go.
-Don Girolamo, I beg you, save my husband.

He respects you so much.
He's a good man. Don't kill him.

What are you doing?
Listening to our business?

I can't hear from this ear.
Always been deaf.

You can't hear us saying
you're an ignorant and rude jerk?

Nothing, not at all.

Do you hear me if I say you are shit jam?

-Yes.
-You hear. I don't.

-Silence.
-Excuse me, Excellency.

You are a civilized person, but he's a son
of a bitch. You heard what he said to me?

-Watch what you're doing!
-I'm so sorry.

We'll put it on the fish. It's good.
Here, madam.

-Waiter.
-Yes, sir.

-The usual three pizzas.
-Very well.

Three Neapolitan-style pizzas, right?

-Yes.
-With anchovies or without?

-You should know that.
-Sure. In fact I know.

-Waiter!
-Yes, sir.

-They must be very hot.
-Hot, perfect!

Sorry, madam.

Excellency.

Sir.

-Here.
-Is it hot?

Very hot!

If it's not hot, I'll ram it in his face.

-Now what?
-Holy Mary!

Was it hot enough?

Do you know, for half of what you did
to a man of Girolamo Giarra,

there are people buried at the bottom
of the Hudson River with concrete shoes.

This time, I won the game.

I know. Speaking of games,
the Cosmos are playing on Sunday.

-Did you get tickets?
-Yes, of course. Numbered seats.

Then you'll eat at my place. My wife
will make exquisite pasta and beans.

-Okay, I'm coming.
-You'll come, huh?

-How long have you been married for?
-For four years.

-Four years?
-Yes, and luckily I married a saint.

You know, I have a modest salary now,
but we bought a car, a house, a cottage…

All with her savings.

-Where does she work?
-At home.

-At home?
-Yes, always at home.

-You want a ride on my car?
-No, I'll walk around a bit,

so by the time I get home, your cousin
will be asleep, and I'll sleep too.

Yes. Take a rest. You're wasting away.

-Remember Sunday!
-Yes.

Cano.

How fucking embarrassing.

You wanted to give him a lesson,

but he sent those two jerks

to the hospital.

Don Girolamo, I asked around.

Turns out he's a cop who escaped
from an Italian prison.

He's trained for fighting.

-Stop. I'll serve Don Girolamo.
-But Salvatore…

After last night,
go put your head in the toilet bowl.

-Don't exaggerate.
-Quiet, or you'll cause more trouble.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Sorry, Salvatore.
Send me the other waiter. The new one.

Immediately, Excellency.

It's crazy. He asked for you.

Please. Tell him that yesterday
you were drunk and confused.

Don't cause any more trouble, okay?

Next time, send me four of them,
because two are aren't enough.

And remember, back in Rome
I was a yellow and red karate belt.

So I'll stick it up their asses
and yours.

Excellency, the usual pizzas?

Yes, thanks.

Very hot, yeah?

What's the Tyrol guy saying?

That the tickets are fake.
But he doesn't know.

-Did you get fake tickets?
-Never! Ticket good!

I'll talk to him. Excuse me.

Wait a minute. Wait.
We are friend of Chinaglia.

-Don't speak English.
-We are from Italia.

Have a cigar.

You don't smoke?

Not even the habit of smoking.
Then use it as a suppository!

Give me that, thief.

-This is my home. Do you like it?
-Not bad.

Built with my wife's savings.
She is a saintly woman.

Come, she is a great administrator.

Perhaps she's not in. We got back
early because of the fake tickets.

We will surprise her. Come.

Come. There is no one at home.

This is the entrance and the columns
are a perfect copy of the ones in Pompeii.

All bought with my wife's savings.

Come see. This is a closet,
where we store stuff.

-Can I put this stuff down?
-Make yourself at home.

What are these? King Kong's glasses?

-No, they are my wife's sunglasses.
-Does she also use them as a bra?

No. She sunbathes naked,
but she's shy, so she wears those.

-This is the kitchen.
-Good one.

Forget it. Follow me,
I'll show you the other rooms.

This is my favorite corner.
My hobby room, so to speak.

There are books and things about Naples
that remind me of my town.

This is one of four bathrooms we have.

This is not plastic. These are tiles
that come from Vietri sul Mare.

All bought with my wife's savings.

This is the bedroom.

-That's my wife.
-The other one should be you.

That's true, but it's not me.
Let's leave them alone.

Here, corridor, hallway…

All this was bought
with my wife's savings.

My wife is a big saver.

Salvatore, in my opinion,
your wife is a big slut.

No. It's just appearance. Not true.

Come. I'll show you the other wing.

Nico, don't be deceived by what you saw.

My wife Liliana is not what she seems.
It's our fault, we got home too early.

Poor thing, she's not to blame.
She's very precise.

You laugh, but he was my cousin,
not a stranger.

-Plus, he's a plumber.
-He was fixing the drain pipe.

Nico, don't joke.
I care about my wife's honesty.

-I was joking.
-Well, don't. Please.

-You're so touchy.
-Yes, I am.

Listen. Don't you think
this jacket is a bit tight?

I had to give you one of mine.
You can't go to church in overalls.

It would have been better.

Today mass is being said for Donna
Concetta, Don Girolamo's mother.

He cares about this.
He invited friends and relatives.

He goes to church once a year,
for his mother's ceremony.

You know what? I haven't been to church
for 20 years.

Really?

At the orphanage
they made me go to mass every day.

-They made me be an altar boy.
-I know, they really care. There he is.

Don Girolamo.

You see? He brought his bodyguards too.

There are his thugs
and the guy you threw the pizza at.

There is my cousin Amelia,
and that one is Maria Sole.

Jesus, Don Girolamo's wife is so ugly.

Not wife. That's his daughter, Maria Sole.

-Maria Toilet.
-Maria Toilet?

Why is she red-haired?
Don Girolamo is dark.

Yes. Her father made her
with blood shot eyes.

No. Her mother was Scottish, Irish…
She died after giving birth.

-When she saw her.
-She couldn't handle it.

-Mass is about to begin.
-Yes, Dad.

Let's go inside. Come.

-Hello.
-Hey.

-I have an invitation.
-No.

Shut up. Salvatore, this gorilla
doesn't want to let me in.

-He's with me.
-I'm with him.

-Come.
-Okay. Then go on.

Hallelujah.

There God comes to my aid.
The Lord lifts up my soul.

With joy shall I offer sacrifices
unto Thee.

And I shall praise thy name.

O Lord, because thou art good…

Nico!

What is that nutcase doing?

What do you have against that poor priest?

Look what the poor priest had
on his stomach.

You take care of it.

Come.

Easy. Come with us. Come, come.

How did you know he wanted to shoot me?

-He was a fake priest.
-How did you know?

His stole was on backwards.
It was turned around.

If a guy dresses up as a priest,
Don Girolamo,

you know what sacrament he can give you?

-What?
-Extreme unction.

Salvatore.

-Who is he?
-Salvatore, listen, who is that archangel?

He is a friend of mine, an Italian.
His name is Nico Giraldi.

-My God, he's so handsome.
-Yes, he's a good-looking guy.

-Is he married?
-No.

My heart told me that.

-What?
-That he was single. A bachelor.

Miss, please close your teeth
when you speak.

Who sent you?

Answer. Who sent you?
You have no way out, anyway.

The landlord is here.

Bring him here.

Help! Help! Help!

What is going on? This is a holy place.

In this holy place
they were going to kill me.

-Leave him alone.
-Stop, Cano.

-Do you want a whiskey?
-No.

-I only drink wine, you know?
-Me too.

This comes to me straight from Italy.
I can't give up a good glass of wine.

Me neither. Nothing beats Italian wine.

Thank you.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Nico.

-You're now a member of the family.
-Me?

Enough of being a waiter.
It's no longer a job for you.

You will buy yourself new clothes,
you'll have a bank account, a car,

and a nice apartment on the East Side.

What is the East Side?

East Side is a place
where very stylish people live.

You see, Nico…

Who wrongs Don Girolamo
pays dearly for it.

But if someone does him a favor,
even a small favor,

-he'll receive much gratitude.
-Sir…

You saved my life.

-Sir…
-No "sir". Call me Don Girolamo.

Don Girolamo, if someone hurts you,
he'll live as long as a fart. Trust me.

-Very well.
-Hi, Daddy.

Hi.

-This is my daughter, Maria Sole.
-Yes, I saw her at the church.

Oh, you are the man
who saved my daddy. Thank you!

What do you want, Maria Sole?
You know you shouldn't come to my office.

I do business here,
and nobody of the family must enter.

Not even your mother was allowed.

I know, but yesterday
I didn't have my glasses

and I wanted so much to see him.

Oh, thank you!

She must be very intelligent,
your daughter.

Nico, come here.

I bet nine out of ten
that it was Pasquale Syracuse

who sent that killer to the church.

He controls the betting racket
in Las Vegas,

and I have interests there, too.

But I have to be sure.
Then I'll take away his will to live.

Nico, you are intelligent and lucky.

Nobody knows you in Vegas.

Leave tomorrow morning
and bring me evidence

that my suspicions are right.

Okay, but… I can't do it by myself,

with the whole Syracuse family against me.

Anything you need,

look for Mark Ferguson.

He's a serious man. He manages
the Four Roses on Fremont Street.

You will have everything you want.
Money, support…

Do as you see fit.

Nico, you're moving too fast.
Where do you want to go?

Salvatore, did you really think
I wanted to be a waiter my whole life?

I know you're Don Girolamo Giarra's
right-hand man now,

but be careful, it could be
a very dangerous path to follow.

-Why didn't you just get married?
-Salvatore.

Be nonchalant, don't turn around.

When I say "Go", throw yourself
on the ground and leave it up to me. Okay?

-My goodness. What's happening?
-Be careful. Go!

It's me, Maria Sole.
Do you want to shoot me?

-I wouldn't mind doing it.
-Don Girolamo's daughter.

Dear Miss, what are you doing at this hour
in such an ugly place?

You are so beautiful, so pretty.
They could kidnap you.

Don't listen to him, you risk nothing.

-Do you want a ride?
-No, thanks, I live nearby.

You'll make Daddy happy.

-I'll accompany you.
-He'll do it.

Salvatore, I'll have Dad fire you.

As you wish, don't be upset.

Nico, you heard.
She chose you. You are so lucky.

-Did you get a good look at her?
-Go, accompany her.

-He's coming! How wonderful!
-Come on, get in.

By your own will. Come on.
You are so darn lucky.

-And you're a piece of shit.
-Go on.

Best wishes.

Nico, do you dance like Johnny?

Take me out to dance,
I have the Saturday night fever.

Take an aspirin if you have a fever,
but let's go. It's cold.

It's so romantic.

But Nico, please,
don't take advantage of me.

I'm a poor helpless girl. Don't touch me.

-I won't. Look at my hands.
-You all say the same thing.

Nico, if you should kiss me now,

if you should embrace me,
if you should touch me…

-If I should screw you…
-Yeah!

But I don't want to!

-I don't feel like it.
-Oh, Nico!

I wouldn't have the strength
or the courage to reject you.

-Nico, please hold still.
-Is she an idiot or what?

Keep your hands to yourself, Nico.

I'm not moving. There must be
someone else touching you.

My hands are here. See?
They're not moving.

Nico. You don't have to worry.
You don't have to be afraid.

-I took the pill.
-You could have taken a laxative.

Maria Sole, I have to go, I'm busy,
I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

-Where are you going?
-Las Vegas. Early in the morning.

Las Vegas, how nice!
I'm coming, too, Nico.

You know, you can get married there
in an hour.

I'm only stopping for 20 minutes.
I don't have time.

-Maria Sole, take me home.
-No, I won't.

And I don't care, and will walk.

-Bye.
-Nico. Nico.

Bye!

-Peeping Tom, are you a wanker?
-Yes.

In that car there's a woman
who will do it for free.

There. Go, screw, run.

Knock. She'll let you in.

Excuse me.

I… "arrivated" from New York,

and… can I speak with…

Hey. You're Italian. Me too, from Naples.

Ah, great.

So, I'm from Rome.
Let's talk as we eat.

-I'm looking for a certain Syracuse.
-You want Giulio or Pasquale?

I am Giulio. Pasquale is my brother.

Actually, I want the important one.
It's the other one, huh?

Yes. I came from Naples a month ago.
He's the boss.

You know how it is,
when there are two brothers.

-One is important.
-And the other is a jerk.

Come. I'll take you to him.

-Hey, Pasquale, this gentleman…
-Be quiet.

Hey. Pasquale, you raised 40,000
with a pair of twos?

Giulio, tomorrow
I'll send you back to Naples.

No. Here we go again.
I don't understand English.

Can you imagine? I thought that "my God"
meant "I never climax".

But now I know what it means.

-It's difficult. You talk…
-Who are you, then?

You're the usual Italian
who lost everything playing roulette

-and now comes asking for money?
-Well…

I'm the usual Italian who hasn't bet
on anything and wants info.

Shoot.

Don Girolamo Giarra is convinced

that you sent him a 38-caliber priest.

I don't know what you're looking for,
but you won't find it here.

Well… If I had decided
to do something like that,

you can be sure I wouldn't have failed.

I know, I understand. No need to tell me.

And what about that Giacomo La Rosa

who was killed by a fake policeman
in the Viterbo prison?

You know anything about that one either?

Nothing at all.

And what about Mark Ferguson?

That's a guy that minds his own business.
As opposed to you.

Mr. Syracuse.

Let's get this straight.
If a war breaks out among the families,

it won't just be tough shit
for you or for me.

It will be tough shit for everyone.
Got it?

Real tough shit. Goodbye.

I'm sorry, Mr. Giraldi, don't insist.
The key to your room isn't there.

-Who took it?
-I don't know. I told you.

I just started my shift.

-Love.
-What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you.

You see what I prepared?

An intimate dinner for the two of us.

The maître d' said "special service".

It's called "Night of the waning moon".
It includes candles,

flowers, champagne, and my favorite music.

-All for 250 dollars.
-Two hundred and fifty dollars?

-Yes.
-All on my bill?

-Yes, Nico.
-You're such a bitch.

-What… did you say?
-That you are a bitch!

Oh, Nico, you are so romantic.

Nico, come on, let's toast

to our waning moon night. Here.

My balls are the only things waning, here.

Nico, we are made for each other.

-Who told you?
-The horoscope.

I am a Libra. What is your sign?

I am of the sign of Zorro, Maria Sole.

Nico, look into my eyes.

-Look at me!
-I'd rather not, Maria Sole.

-I'd better not look at you. Trust me.
-Nico, let's do this.

-Are you done?
-Yes.

-Drink this too.
-Yes, Nico.

Nico, kiss me.

-Kiss me.
-You'll get me in trouble with your dad.

I'll get in trouble with Daddy.
I came here to work.

Nico.

Love. You don't have to worry
about my dad. I'll take care of it.

Nico, kiss me. Kiss me.

What are you doing?

I get it. You want to respect me.

You are a gentleman,
but I don't want to be respected. Nico.

-Nico, kiss me.
-Maria Sole, please! I'm sorry.

I'm asking you kindly.

Nico, stop! Stop or I'll shoot you!

Maria Sole, what are you doing?
Put that away. It's dangerous.

Don't leave, or I'll kill you.

I'm not leaving.

-You must do me a favor.
-Even two.

-You have to dance for me.
-Why should I dance?

Because I like it. Come on, dance!

-Just a minute.
-Go on!

Here. Is it okay like this?

Yes. Yes, Nico, go on.

-Come on, dance!
-I'm dancing!

-There.
-Oh, Nico.

Nico, Nico.

-Nico, come on!
-I'll turn around, too.

Oh, Nico.

-Is this okay?
-Yes. Now do the move.

-What move?
-Belly dancing.

-That's it.
-Wait up.

There.

My pants.

You see? I'm starting to like it.

Nico, go on.

-Dance like Johnny.
-Johnny who?

-Johnny Travolta.
-Did you screw him, too?

I'm the best.

I'm the best. Bitch.

Bitch. There you are!

Bitch!

You bitch! You bitch!

You drive me crazy! There!

Now I know why people jump
from Brooklyn Bridge.

-Mr. Mark Ferguson?
-Yes?

I'm Nico Giraldi,
I'm coming from New York.

What do you want?

-Don Girolamo sent me.
-What a pleasure.

What can I do for you?

-Cigar?
-Thank you.

-Did you hear what happened?
-No, what?

Please.

I read it in the New York Times.
Would you like a drink?

-Some wine.
-Italian?

Sure. Goes without saying.

Look…

I need to talk to you
on behalf of Don Girolamo.

But there is a problem. Maria Sole.

Don Girolamo Giarra's daughter?

Yeah. Listen.

Now I'll drive her to the airport,

and I'll put her on a flight
back to New York.

But I need to talk with you later.
How long are you staying here?

-All night long.
-See you later.

Okay.

Look who is here. Don Wise Ass.

Now it's all clear. Ferguson sent you.

Now that I know who sent you…

you'll give me a nice testimony.

I am a policeman, imbecile!

I'm chasing a criminal! Go the fuck away
from here! Damn you!

Come on, Ferguson, come out.

I counted. You ran out of shots

and I still have one. Come, come.
Come here.

-Shoot me.
-Come on here. Hurry up.

I caught you. You are the Viterbo killer.

-Are you going to deny it?
-Giarra forced me to do it.

Two years ago,
he saved me from bankruptcy.

He put me back on my feet
and gave me the Four Roses to manage.

Then, as the Mafia does,
he showed up with the bill,

forcing me to kill La Rosa,
whom I didn't even know.

And the other day,
you sent the fake priest to kill him,

-and no longer be his hired killer.
-Listen to me.

You'd better kill me now.

I beg you.
You don't know how cruel Giarra is.

He is capable of making me die
1,000 times.

And now you're shitting in your pants.

-I know Giarra.
-Tell me something.

How did you manage to get
into the Italian police?

The Mafia gets everywhere. You know that.

Listen up, now.
I'll give you a million dollars

if you don't tell Giarra what you
found out. There are no witnesses.

You don't risk anything
and I will avoid a terrifying death.

You know what?

You suck! What sort of shitty man are you?

You kill a poor guy you don't even know,
you send a fake priest

to kill the guy that made you rich.
And then you kill your own killer.

Now you fear Giarra
will put you in the oven

with a lemon in your mouth
and basil up your ass

so you offer me money to keep my mouth
shut up? Give me a break.

Come on, forget it. Come on.

I'll take you to Don Girolamo
in New York

and it'll be tough shit for you.

I have the last shot now,
and I know how to use it.

Cops. It's not for you, it's for me.

So Giarra won't be able to taste
his revenge, and I'll screw you.

Do you hear that?
The police are on their way

and they'll find a dead body
and a murderer.

The gun is yours,
and they have a gas chamber, here.

See you in hell, cop!

Now I'm screwed.

-I demand at the funeral of Ferguson…
-Don Girolamo.

-Excuse me, we need to talk.
-The authority must be there. Be quiet.

Yes. Many flowers, of course. On my bill.

-So? What do you want?
-Nico is my friend, your friend.

-He respects you very much. Me, too.
-What do you want?

You must help him. Remember that in Vegas
they have the gas chamber.

-I know.
-Only you can help him.

He's a good guy and he's an Italian.

-Remember, he saved your life.
-Oh, yes, in church.

-Yes, remember?
-Listen to me, now, Salvatore.

Life is full of surprises.
I love Nico like a son.

But life can be cruel.

A father can lose a son in a war,
in an accident,

because of an illness, marriages,
gas chambers…

I feel very sorry for Nico,
deep in my heart.

So can you help him?

Salvatore, you served me pizza
for many years.

I love you like a cousin,

but a first cousin,

and I want to tell you something.

Mind your own fucking business.

Fine. I'll mind my own fucking business.
Thank you.

Very good.

I knew it would end up like this.
I told you to be careful.

But you are so pigheaded.
See what happened?

Salvatore, don't you start, too.

All evidence is against me.

My fingerprints are on the gun.
He was wearing gloves.

It looks like I killed him. No escape.

If you need money for a good lawyer,
don't hesitate to ask.

My wife has more than 100,000 dollars
in savings at the bank.

You know, she is a saver.

What do you need? Speak up.

Salvatore, listen.

-Only one person can help me.
-Who is it?

-He's in Rome.
-I'll go talk to him.

-Who is it?
-I can't tell you, Salvatore.

That's the problem. I can't tell you.

I talked to Don Girolamo.

Yesterday when he came
to the restaurant I told him.

"Only you can help him.
He was sentenced to death."

-You know what he answered?
-Yes. "Mind your own fucking business."

How do you know?

It's obvious, Salvatore.
You are so naive, my friend.

It's obvious. He wants to keep out of it.

But he's the one who sent you to Vegas.

And if he's a man of honor,
as he says he is,

he should face his responsibilities.

Yeah. He faces nothing.
I'm the only one who gets it up his ass.

Why are you so upset, Maria Sole?
What do you care?

You have to do something, Dad.
Try at least. Maybe you're still in time.

Too late, I can't do anything.

Who do you take me for?
The president of the United States?

I'm sure he's innocent

and it's not right for him to end up
in a gas chamber.

I don't know what's right or wrong.
There has been a trial.

For four months, there have been lawyers,

prosecutors, witnesses,
counter witnesses, judges,

and all the legal bullshit.

Then I want you to know, Dad,
that if you don't intervene,

you'll kill the father of your grandchild.

Please, Maria Sole.

Yes, Dad, my tummy bears the fruit
of our love.

Yes. I am pregnant with Nico's child.

A year ago you were pregnant
with Sylvester Stallone's child.

But Dad, I love him.

Stop it, now.

I told you, time's up.

The verdict was announced
tonight at 6 p.m., Nevada time.

You must forget Nico Giraldi.
He's a dead man.

Dad!

All you have to do
is call number 2424 in Rome.

I've been telling you since yesterday.

And since yesterday I've been
telling you it's against the rules.

-What does it cost you?
-It's not possible, I'm sorry.

You are sorry, but I'm about to be killed!

I said it's not possible.

Then listen.

I… shouldn't be telling you this.

It's not true I am a former cop.

I am a policeman. Still.

They sent me from Rome on a secret mission
here, to this fucking country,

to find out who ordered
the murder of Mr. La Rosa

who was killed in a prison in Italy.

Giraldi, you should have said
these things at the trial.

It was a secret mission!

Okay, just calm down.

I want to help you as much as I can.

Here. Give me the number.

It is 2424, Rome.

Yes, speak.

-Here is your number.
-Thank you.

Now you'll see.

-Hello?
-Who's talking?

-Hello? Can you hear me?
-This is Rome. Who's talking?

Nico Giraldi.
Marshal Giraldi, I'm in America.

I need to speak urgently with Tozzi.

Sorry. Chief Tozzi
died yesterday in a car accident.

Hello!

It's the judge's papers authorizing
the collection of Nico Giraldi's body.

Okay. Everything is in order.

Let's go.

Yes, everything went well.
We will be in New York in the evening.

Send someone to the airport. Yes, thanks.

-Here you are.
-I needed it.

You got scared, right?

Pretty much.
The gas chamber, you know, is not a joke.

When the priest told me what to do
during the confession,

-I immediately felt better.
-It wasn't difficult.

Three of my people were enough.
The priest, the doctor

and the agent who replaced
the tablets of sulfuric acid.

Yes.

Fantastic. Don Girolamo, you are great.

Cheers.

I can't allow someone
who offended Don Girolamo Giarra

to be punished by someone else,
not even by the governor of Nevada

or the president of the United States.

I have to kill him with my own hands.
That's why I saved you.

I don't understand. What is it?

The holdup at the betting place,
your arrest,

your escape from prison…

It was all an act just to get into my
organization and stab me in the back.

I found out a few days after your arrest
in Las Vegas.

You're a cop. A good one, too.

Agreed, but you're the one stabbing in the
back. You sent someone to shoot La Rosa.

That's how you found out right away
who sent that killer at the church.

Ferguson. Another piece of shit.

May he rest in peace.

And I thank you for that, too.

For getting him out of my way.

I'm sorry, but you see…

The strength of the organization
consists in never forgiving,

and never leaving a trace.
Perfect crimes. Like this one.

I boarded a corpse…

and I'll unload a corpse in New York.

Cano!

If you want to kill me,
I'll give you a hard time.

Mr. Giarra, we are about to land
at Saint Louis airport.

What the hell are you saying?
We have to go to New York.

I say this because I have a gun
pointed at my throat.

It's me, Don Girolamo, Salvatore Esposito.

I have decided to form my own Mafia gang.

-Everyone over there.
-If you don't let Nico go right away,

without hurting him,
I'll start shooting like crazy!

I'll turn this big toy into a colander.

We'll end up like kamikazes!

Yes! I'm not kidding. I'm serious!

I'll tell you what you can tie
with that metal wire.

What your wife did to you is insane.

-Yeah.
-She's wicked.

She cheated on me with my cousin,
the plumber. Remember?

Sure.

I reached the bitter conclusion
that perhaps she didn't love me.

-You got it.
-Yes. A bit late.

-But after all, she was a good woman.
-At least that.

-I'm going back to Naples.
-What are you going to do?

I'll go live with my sister
and brother-in-law.

We'll try to set up a smuggling business.
We'll do what we can. What about you?

Now I have to visit Tozzi's wife.

We'll see. I will extend my condolences

and hopefully she will explain
what the fuck happened,

because I didn't understand a thing.

But why bother?

If you'd married my cousin,
you'd be running three hotels now.

Salvatore, I wasn't born
to be a hotel manager.

I can be either a thief or a policeman.
That's all I can do.

-Anyway, I've arrived.
-Well?

Dear Salvatore, thanks for everything.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Give me a call every now and then.
-I hope so.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Yes, it's me. Chief Tozzi.

I'm about to arrive.
I'm ready, the car is downstairs.

I'll be at the office in 15 minutes.

In the meantime, talk to Trentini,
the deputy commissioner.

-Who is it?
-The soul of your damn ancestors.

Nico, I'll be damned. You are alive, then.
What about the gas chamber?

Look at him, look at him.

Piece of shit.

What about the 2424 in Rome that
I was to call if I was in danger?

-So? Why didn't you call?
-Are you still making an ass of me?

The prison director called.
I picked up the phone

and some jerk told me
you'd died in an accident.

It's not possible. That number was covered
by three telephone operators,

day and night, 24 hours a day.
I assure you.

-Can you prove it to me?
-Sure thing.

I got it, fine.

-What do you know? Come in.
-The hell I'll come in.

Here. This is the Viterbo killer.

There, mission accomplished, Commissioner.

Bye. And don't call me ever again.

This time I'll leave
the police force for real. Bye.

Nico, wait a moment. Don't be like that.

-Why won't you let me talk?
-Don't count on me anymore.

-Wait, let's clear up a few things.
-I don't give a darn.

-Okay, I'll wait for you at the office.
-Yeah, don't count on it.

Nico, my love! I've been chasing you
all the way from Vegas.

My dad said if you marry me,
he will forgive everything.

-Tozzi! Wait!
-Nico!

Is that job with the police
still available?

-Tozzi!
-Wait for me!

Tozzi! I'll even be an errand boy!

Wait up!