All language subtitles for Orders Signed in White

<i>This should be London.</i>

Punctual as usual.
Anglo-Saxon punctuality!

Hello, Russell, how are you? We've
finally reached an agreement...

The banks and the minister have
prepared the mandates.

Finally! Despite the heat and the government
there's always someone who understands.

Certainly, the minister isn't a fool!
He knows what's at stake.

I understand, but don't forget the
first payment must be in cash.

Relax, tomorrow morning the
800,000 will be in my safe.

We'll be at the airport by five.

Understood.
We'll be his Eminence's guests.

- Alright, Monsichi.
- Goodbye, sir.

Who is it?

- Who is this?
- Leave it, Concetta.

Give me the phone.
It must be my friend.

- Greetings Don. Alfio, it's me.
- It's you, well?

We're ready. If the rods are ready
the day after tomorrow, we can fish.

- Are the fish good?
- If you can catch them, they're great.

- More than 800.
- Don't worry...

I'll get Luca Albanese to cook
the pasta and sardines this time.

I told him how to prepare it.

Luca Albanese, who's he?

He's one of the most important
fishermen in America.

You remember that business with
the transport in Los Angeles?

The half a million fish in Chicago?

- And the charity in London.
- Which one? The Red Cross?

Sure, sure...
The International Red Cross.

And there's more...

When the unions started busting
the families balls in Miami...

Luca Albanese paid them a visit
and took care of it.

He's got balls the size of watermelons!

He should call me at any moment.

Hold on a minute.

Don. Alfio, it's Luca Albanese,
I've just arrived from New York.

I have to go to Paris.
I knew it.

And who am I meeting?
Who?

Vito Balalanese.
Okay.

I'll call Don. Vito as soon
as I land in Paris

God bless.

Et voila!

The airport, and make it quick.

- Yes, sir, but it depends on the traffic.
- Fuck the traffic!

Sicilian!
I'm Sicilian, too.

That's better.

"Orders Signed in White"

- This is Luca Albanese.
- Luca, I was waiting for you to call.

- A friend of Don. Alfio, you're very welcome.
- Don. Vito, what am I doing here?

Make sure you're at
Piazza dei Operai at 11:30.

There's a beggar with a placard
waiting for you.

He'll tell you.

Try not to mix too much,
Paris is a mean city.

Full of dangerous people.
Tough guys.

- Corsicans, Marseilles people, Negroes.
- Alright.

God bless.

Driver, take me to Piazza dei Operai.

And try to avoid an accident!

I'm the fisherman.

Long live the fisherman.
How are you, Albanese?

- Yes, that's me, Luca Albanese.
- Then listen carefully...

Tomorrow, in the afternoon,
at five...

You'll meet a pretty blonde on the
third floor of the Eiffel Tower.

- Do you understand?
- I understand.

You're a good worker.

Something very important...

Life is very difficult for
the family here in Paris...

The FBI is working with La Suretč
and Interpol.

- I don't give a damn about La Suretč!
- Don't be smart!

And go for a walk.
Go!

Good day, lady.

About time!
We can't let the fish spoil...

- That would be a shame.
- What are you saying?

Don't be impatient.
We're not in America.

Anyway, I brought what you're
meant to have...

But we shouldn't stay here.
Too many people, we must be discreet.

Have I explained myself?

Didn't you know? It's easy
to get lost in the crowd.

Perhaps you're in a hurry?
I wouldn't mind...

spending a couple of hours with you,
in bed, even. Paris is so beautiful!

Don't you think?

Not a bad idea but let's go down.
I don't like heights.

The Fishermen's Association has
made available to you...

four and a half rods...

and tomorrow they'll be expecting
you in front of the Ministry.

- Okay.
- Remember to burn the ticket.

Fuck!
I know what I have to do.

And now, while I wait for the next
flight, we're going back to your place...

and I'll let you taste
a marvellous fish soup!

<i> Good morning, Luca Albanese.
We know you had a good trip.</i>

<i> It should be 10:25 now.</i>

<i> Take the motorway to Eur.
To our friend Gebotto.</i>

<i> You'll start fishing after lunch.</i>

<i> Don't fuck up.</i>

<i> And now, Luca Albanese,
erase everything.</i>

- Get a move on.
- Great, you did well.

- I'll see you later.
- Bye, beautiful.

- Have you ever worked in Rome?
- No, just Milan.

It worked out okay for me.

<i> Good morning, Luca Albanese.
We know you had a good trip.</i>

<i> It should be 10:25 now.</i>

<i> Take the motorway to Eur.
To our friend Gebotto.</i>

<i> You'll start fishing after lunch.</i>

<i> Don't fuck up.</i>

<i> And now, Luca Albanese,
erase everything.</i>

After you leave me you have
to disappear from Rome.

Have a holiday on the coast,
the mountains, lakes.

This is the last one.

Hey, fisherman.
Here are the keys.

Good.

Don't let us down.

Let's go.

Here they come.

They're leaving.

At last.

Just stay calm,
and don't get nervous.

And now, don't fuck up!

Mike, will take care...

- of the guard, as agreed.
- Okay, Luca.

We're ready.

Let's do a good job, guys.

- Margherita, you take the pistol,
- Stay cool.

Hands up!
This is a robbery!

Stay calm and you'll all get out alive.

Where's the safe?

If you don't like a machine-gun
in your forehead then behave!

- Where's the safe?
- Next door.

Don't be a hero, it won't mean
shit if you're dead!

I'll take this one with me
to see if there's anything...

Don't fuck with me, asshole!

I don't have the keys,
the accountant has them.

These sons of bitches always
fuck around with the keys!

- Who's going to stay on guard now?
- I will. Who do you think?

- We're wasting time.
- Then get a move on!

Go...

Fuck you!

Come on, we're late.

They could have told us
he had the keys.

I'll bust your hand if you
don't hurry up!

Out of the way!

Quick, the bags.

Come on, Michael.

- 800 million!
- That's everything.

We've done it.

All clear over here.
It looks calm.

Nothing here.

I hear something.
What shall we do?

- Son of a bitch!
- I'll deal with this fool.

We weren't meant to kill anyone!

What the fuck have you done?

I'm worried.
They're taking too long.

Come on, let's go!

- They're coming.
- They did it, they're great!

Thank god!

You fucking idiots!
You shouldn't have shot that kid.

What will I tell Don. Alfio?

Things need to be done clean,
with intelligence, with style!

With a dinner jacket!

A robbery is like first communion,
you need to know it all beforehand.

You've always got an excuse!

Well thank God, at least
we've got the money.

And you, Patrick.
Step on it!

We'll have all the cops
in Rome on our tail soon!

Come on, guys, let's drink something!

Bourbon? I'll let you taste some
champagne that's out of this world.

Those bags almost gave me
blisters on my hands.

That's nice!
It tastes like liqueur!

We've done a magnificent job.

Despite everything,
you've accomplished your task.

Now, if you don't mind...

I'll take the bags with the money.

- Where is he taking the bags?
- Relax, you can trust him.

Mike, Luca Albanese is Luca Albanese!

Santina, put a record on.
Let's party!

Goodnight, Mike.

Who are you miaowing at?

Don't drink too much.

Margherita.
Come here.

Come in, dear.

A moment alone.

I'm so nervous!

You want to?
Sure you do!

- Two gin and tonics.
- Yes.

Did you like it?
It felt good, didn't it?

I'll meet you in the garden
in the morning.

My boss sends his compliments
for all the work you've done.

I'd like further clarification
from his excellency.

Just lay low for a while, okay.

What is it?

Dear God!

Sister!

Where the hell is that Albanese?

What do you think?
He's always here?

Luca, finally!
We're in a real mess!

What's going on?
What have you done?

We're in real trouble.

Margherita was strangled
in the bathtub...

What were you doing while
we were here?

- We haven't touched her, she's...
- I'm scared, Luca!

Be quiet for once!
I don't understand anything!

Someone killed her
and we didn't even notice!

We were just meant to take care
of the robbery, right, Luca?

How is it possible?

It's insane.

And you didn't hear anything.

I don't get it.

Then there's someone messing with us.

We must deal with this situation.
Resolve the problem.

Right.

But there's no reason to lose our cool.

Even if this messed up
situation would fully justify it.

We need to find a way out.
We can't stay here, that's for sure.

The land is rotten and we can't
muddy our shoes.

It's a fine mess.

We really didn't need it.
First things first...

We need to dispose of the body.

It doesn't take much to
get rid of a body!

There's something I don't get.
That doesn't add up.

Why did the killer paint
her head white?

I don't get it,
he doesn't get it...

But someone knows.
Right, Petrosino?

Is there a reason why
you're asking me, Mike?

Why?
What a question!

Yes, he's right, that dirty
maniac must be close enough!

Come on, Santina, there's no
need to get hysterical.

What Santina says is true.

If you're men then kill that bastard!

That's enough Lucia, Santina...
You're exaggerating.

We don't need to avenge anyone,
and we're certainly not chasing ghosts!

We've received orders,
and that's what we have to do.

Keep your bullshit to yourselves!

Gentlemen, what Luca is
saying sounds right to me.

- I say we bury him in the garden.
- And straight after...

We'll pack our things,
and leave.

Why?

- Why, Margherita?
- That's enough, Lucia.

Know your place woman.

Lucia, calm down.

- Easy for you to say.
- What can you do?

- You saw what he did to my sister.
- It doesn't change anything.

That's all we need.
You're always talking.

- Always talking!
- Where is this other house?

In hell?

Shut up!
You're starting to bust my balls!

Lay off him, Luca.
Deep down, Mike is right...

We can't go in blind.

- I don't want to end up like her.
- Don't worry, we're in Abruzzo...

All the cops in Italy couldn't
find us here.

Hey, guys, keep your
mouths shut from here on.

- Good evening, Alcide, how are you?
- Welcome back, Ms. Lucia.

Good evening.

Come in.

Lucia, I wanted to
remind you that, later...

we have to count the money.

Listen, Alcide, you know
we come from America...

Did you do everything I told you
over the phone? Are the rooms ready?

Yes, it's all in order.
Follow me, I'll take you to your rooms.

We'll sleep well tonight.

Nice place.

I rested a little.
I feel a lot better now!

What do you think?
These beds are really soft!

- All that money!
- It really is a lot.

Is it all there?
Did you count it properly?

Gentlemen, I believe our friends
in Palermo will be very happy.

With this 800 million, the Marseilles'
gangs have taken it up the ass!

And the coke from Levantino
is ours as well this time.

I know you'd like to go, but it's
impossible, our orders are to rest.

Listen, I'm just a hitman.
This money is mine as well, got it?

To hell with their orders!

Mike, you know what
we'll do with our money...

if the family has given other orders?
They'll kill us.

You're busting my balls!
I want my share and I'm leaving.

Mike's right, give us our share.

Shut it!
And be a woman.

That's enough!

And you...

You bunch of fools!
Where do you want to go?

Shut up and listen!

I'll tell you what you have to do.

You've been in charge
up until now...

But that's enough, give us our share.
Fucking!

What are you thinking?
You want to go up against me?

Go to hell, Luca!
I'm fed up!

- That's enough!
- What the...

I warned you not to do it.

And now we have to wait
for things to calm down.

When the newpapers
and the radio stop talking about it.

This is the directive...

from Palermo.

You as well.

Disappear.

We have to sit on the cash
for a little while.

And no one can touch it
for a month, maybe more.

Sounds good to me.

If we have to wait a month, okay.

What's a month?

And then, when it's over,
we'll all get our share.

I want to make a film.

I don't believe in coke,
prostitution, the unions, no, no...

I only believe in cinema.

When I look at what my friend
Frank has become thanks to cinema.

- Listen to yourself.
- Your head is in the clouds...

Thinking you're Dustin Hoffman! You've
gone crazy since you killed that kid.

Gentlemen, silence please.
Let's listen to Rudolf Valentino!

You're all assholes!
You don't understand these things.

You don't see beyond your own noses!

Calm down, kid.

We'll discuss it again, you'll see.

Don't worry...

We'll get you straightened out.

Luca, you as well.
He's so young, leave him be.

You really should listen to me.

I've already got an idea in my head.

It will be an autobiographical film.

Forget about the robberies,
safe cracking, and contraband...

Why do we have to split the cash?

We'll invest all the capital in films.

No, listen, I've had more
than enough of Hollywood!

Me and Santa are going to buy
a few hundred slot-machines.

We'll get an area assigned to us...

and you know where
I'll stick your film?

What do you think, Santina?

See?
She agrees with me.

As always.

Guys, for now...

We'll collect the money in November.

Mike, you're marked!

Watch out.

Women...

Leave.

Make yourselves useful.

What the fuck is this?

Don't be like this.

Patrick, stop it.

I'm tired of this life.
Always taking orders...

but I'm not a car,
I'm a human being.

Do you know what it means to be 25
not knowing if you'll make to 26?

And that bastard Mike is
always on my case.

And Lucia, you never know
what she's thinking.

That's enough.
Don't get so worked up.

I'm sure we'll get out of here soon.

Remember, I'm always here for you.
Don't worry.

No, I'll have to do it alone.

Those assholes.

Calm down, my love!

Relax.

Let's think about us.
Think about me!

Let's make love.

<i>We interrupt our program of light music
with orchetra maestro Carlo Savina...</i>

<i> to bring you a special news report.</i>

<i>Good morning, ladies and gentlemen...</i>

<i>Your host for this special
radio report is Sergio Franzoff.</i>

<i>It's been two days and the Tevere Officina
robbery is still front page news...</i>

<i>Even though the police are remaining
tight lipped about the investigation...</i>

<i>They aren't hiding the fact that important
clues may lead to a rapid closure.</i>

<i>Unfortunately the young, heroic,
factory worker, Quintillio Vesetti, 18...</i>

<i>who tried to stop the bandits
escaping with his firm intervention...</i>

<i> died last night
in San. Salvatore Hospital.</i>

<i>The President of the Republic has
sent his condolences to the family.</i>

<i>Mr. Massechi, the factory boss, has
given the heroic youngster's mother...</i>

<i> a cheque for 600.000 lira.</i>

- He looks strange!
- Behave, kid.

'The Times', please.

You're tall and ugly!

Are you crazy?
Look at you!

So young, and he's already
risking death.

Fuck you.

Mike! You appear
and disappear like a ghost!

Luca, listen...

I'd like to go to Aquila with Santina
tomorrow, can I take the Volkswagen?

- We'll be back before nightfall.
- Okay, as long as you're back early.

Thanks.

Time goes so slowly.
What a bore!

On the other hand, Luca said we
have to stay here. Orders are orders.

I'll have a drop as well.

Listen, Luca...

I can't go on like this.

What you say is right, I know we
have to wait a month, that it's risky.

But I'm getting so damned bored
I want to eat grass!

Calm down, and save the grass
for another day.

Here...

The atmosphere is damned hot!

Look at them, Luca.

They're made of leather,
They look like lots of sheep...

Poor sheep.

But underneath, there's
something I don't understand.

There's something strange
about every one of them.

Including you, Luca.
We're not in New York here...

You don't have the protection.

Luca, at this point I could
do something foolish...

And you watch out!
Watch out!

Get out.
We've arrived.

Do you like it?

Reminds you of old times.
The times of Van Gogh!

Listen, let's go in and drink
some of that fine Sicilian wine.

And I'll cook some sausages
because I'm starving!

You're always eating!

It's all very rustic.

- It's so shiny.
- Is it waxed?

I get the impression there's
someone here.

- What's Alcide up to?
- Who's Alcide?

- He should be the caretaker.
- Maybe he went out.

He might also be asleep.

Let's have a look upstairs.

- Wait here.
- Okay.

See what important friends I have!

Hey, niece!

What are you doing here?

Give your uncle a kiss!

Uncle, how are you?

- Who are they?
- Friends.

We're going to make a little noise.

Federico.
Lawyer.

Come up.
My niece is here with some friends.

Now you're going to eat some
sausages as long as this!

Lawyer!
Come up!

We're really going to
have some fun tonight!

But you're niece is here.
What will we do?

Relax, we'll only stay for
a little while.

They're my niece's friends.
Always dead tired!

Yes?
I'll take care of that...

Give me a minute.

Now I'll show you...

how to wake them up
straight away!

Did I disturb you?

And now, music!
Music!

It's a real pleasure.

I'm Lucia's uncle.

Come on, your honour,
let's dance!

Idiot!

Do you miss your mummy?
You shouldn't have come here now!

You messed up!

In other words, you're saying
only the judges are right in Italy?

In Italy, and everywhere.
Whoever has a gun is right.

The others are just fools.

The Americans say the same.

Guys, will you stop talking about
politics all the time!

Listen, what do you
think about that robbery?

Italians!
What do they do?

Italians only know how to
do robberies overseas.

But here, they'll catch them
sooner or later.

Do you want to know what
the robbers will do after the heist?

Do you really want to know?

They'll soak their sausages!

That's why I always bring him with me!

What a guy!

The gentleman asked us not to
talk about politics a moment ago.

You know, I'm half Abruzzese,
half Sicilian...

I'd like an explanation.

If we must talk politics then I tell you
I only support extraparliamentaries...

Because they're the only ones who aren't
chasing money and don't want power.

That's just to start with.

How dare you look!

How dare you write!

You know I don't like it.

You know I could kill you right now.

Why do you want to go behind my back?

Don't do it again.

Because you know what will
happen next time.

And then, with the chaos
there is now...

Workers wanting rifles!
The strikes!

Your honour, we came here to eat
sausages, but where are these sausages?

Let's go to your place.
We'll let them rest.

It's you.

What the fuck are you doing awake?

You look...

You look very nervous.
I thought I told you to stay calm.

And you...
You keep doing it your way.

When will you get it?
You have to do it my way.

I came out for a walk.
I don't know anything.

Luca, maybe it's me,
but something isn't right here.

Right, nothing ever goes
right for you, does it?

Listen, they don't give a fuck about
these things in Palermo!

And then, remember, that above
everything there's the family!

You've always got it in for me.
What have I done to you?

Now, please, go to sleep.

And try to stay calm.

This rifle fires lead shot and bullets.

- It's also good for boars.
- Interesting, I like it.

- Who is he?
- It's a shame I don't know how to shoot.

This is a fine rifle, one of these days
I'll show you how to shoot quail.

Thanks, but I'm against guns.

- By the way, who is that woman?
- She's a mute.

She's our housekeeper.

If you don't mind.

Hey, Luca, this place seems haunted!

Did you see that woman?

Without her you wouldn't have
clean sheets every night.

- What are you doing, Lucia?
- It's full of strange characters here!

What have I got to do with it?

Your father ordered me not to let
you upstairs when there are guests.

You're Abruzzese, like me.
The same blood...

But you always take it out on me!

You know, I used to dream
of being a singer.

Wait.

I'll play you an old tune we
used to listen to in New York.

Sing.

<i> The fear kisses us.</i>

<i> The trap closes.</i>

<i>But we have to kill...</i>

<i>So we don't die here.</i>

<i>Without looking back.</i>

<i>Without going back down there.</i>

<i>We only want to love.</i>

<i>We want to live.</i>

<i>To not cry anymore.</i>

<i>To not cry anymore.</i>

All told, Lucia...

I think Patrick is the only who's right.

Stop with this life, and start over again.

Hurry up, guys, I can't
wait to hear some music!

- Yes, I really want to have fun!
- Hurry up!

I'm warning you, drive slowly.

Lay off me!

Santina has gone next door
for a moment.

Wench!

Come here!
Your journey is at an end!

You've arrived at the station!

You're dying!

I can't see a thing.

Strange, the light doesn't work.

Hey, Luca, what could've happened?

- Luca, what's going on?
- Relax, we'll fix it.

- I'm scared.
- It's impossible!

It's nothing, something must have
happened to the fuse box in the basement.

You go upstairs,
and we'll try to repair it.

Mike, you go ahead and light the way.

Light this candle,
your gas will run out.

Damn it, since we came over from
America it's been nothing but trouble!

Christ, this house is just
full of surprises!

You sound like a woman!

We made it.

Santina, I can't see anything.
Please open the window.

- At least let some light in.
- There's something about this place!

Mind you don't fall.
Do you need help?

No, no...
Where is this window?

I found it!

It won't open!

You stay here!

It's horrendous!

Be quiet!
And don't get hysterical!

They're back.

With the same signature...

The head is painted white!

Poor girl!

What's the meaning of these hysterics?

These women,
always frightened!

And now, don't break a fucking thing
and go to your rooms!

Quick, come to the garden!

Patrick!

I'm here.

What the hell is going on out here?

They dealt with caretaker as well.

Who's there?

You're the most annoying one!

And now I'm going to have
some fun with you!

One cord, two cords...

I cut them...

And another fool becomes
part of my special collection!

- Seems we're in a trap with no way out.
- Sure.

But we have to get out
of this trap as soon as possible.

And now, I want to
masturbate a little with you!

You're my favourite victim!

And, as I like studying somatology...

Your features are stirring my imagination!

I'll paint you, like Raffaello.

Yes, like the great master.
Your beautiful forehead...

And my steady hand,
just like Van Gogh!

It's time to inform Palermo.

- Come on, be strong.
- I can't take it!

Please, let's go away!

We must be patient.
What can we do?

Calm down, Lucia.

- I understand.
- Anyone would be scared.

I'm worried as well.

And I imagine it's worse for you
because you're women.

But these are problems that
can only be resolved by us men.

So do me a favour...

Go.

Listen, Patrick...

They cut the phone line.

The phone as well.
Damn it, what is this place?

We forgot about Michael.

Fuck it!

Let's go.

What the hell?

Him as well.

Mike!

Why?

Help!

- What's wrong, Santina?
- It's you!

It's me.
Can I come in?

Yes.
Teresa...

- I thought...
- You're shaking! What happened?

Nothing...
A bad dream.

I came because I found your
hairpin on the stairs...

And I wanted to return it.
It really is beautiful.

- It must be very valuable.
- Thank you.

This one's really special.

Good morning, Santina.
How are you feeling?

Hi, guys.
I'm not well...

I feel nervous,
I need to get some fresh air.

- I'm going for a drive.
- Relax, wait a minute...

You know you can't leave
without Luca's permission.

No, no...
What permission?

- You tell him, do me this favour.
- Let her go.

The brakes!

We're over here.

Do you know how long
we've been waiting for you?

Great, so you let Santina
leave without my permission.

I have more bad news
for you...

On my way back from Aquila,
where I went to call Palermo...

I found Santina's Volkswagen
blown to pieces. She was dead...

There was nothing I could do.

I don't know what to say.

All I know is another
one of us is dead... Dead!

We're in trouble!

Big trouble, up to our neck!

And I don't know what's to come!

We're coming!

Over here!

The mountains in Abruzzo are beautiful.

Hey, check out that peak!

Well?
What's the plan?

Look over there.
Who are they?

- Let's check their papers.
- We'd better do that.

Let's go.

Careful, guys.
Here comes trouble!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thanks.

A litre of bile for the sheep.

For the saint, a crown of thorns.

A mace for the hunchback.

A litre of bile for the sheep.

For the saint, a crown of thorns.

A mace for the hunchback.

A litre of bile for the sheep.

What was that?

Luca, what's wrong with you?

- What is it?
- Luca!

Quick, let's go and see.

He had a nightmare.
It's never happened before.

He can't go on either.

It was only a nightmare.

For the first time in my life,
I notice...

that my nerves are falling to pieces.
Yes...

and I'm also starting to lose my mind.

I feel so cold.
A cold that sends shivers down my spine!

I feel sorry for you, Luca.
If there's anything I can do?

Listen, Luca...

You're always travelling
from here to Aqulia...

What are our friends saying?

- You must know something.
- I called Palermo...

and I explained the situation.

And they couldn't tell me what
I have to do either.

All they said was to be patient.

Luca, you talk about orders...

but you don't know how
to make decisions!

You really don't.

Yes, a decision.

And you're the only who can
make that decision!

Or can't you do it?

Yes, get us out of this trap!

Will you be quiet?

What are we going to do?
We're listening.

Very smart, Patrick.

The family has always thought
of you as an intelligent kid.

- You tell us what we have to do.
- You're in charge, not me!

That's right, Patrick.
Mummy's in charge, isn't she?

And we obey.
Always, and with respect.

Yes, you...
You talk about respect?

You really are...

You really are a dumb kid!

What do you know about family?

What do you know about your blood?

You're telling me this, after
everything I've done for the family.

You promised to talk about the film,
but you haven't!

You're silent!

Hey, kid...

Give it a rest!

Don't try that again!

You could treat Patrick better.

He's changed.
He isn't what he used to be.

He's got it into his head
to make...

that fucking film.

...and we depend on other people.

Perhaps I shouldn't say anything
because I'm a woman...

but I think we need to be
more united right now.

Instead, all we do is argue.

Patrick might be right...

I like his idea about making a film.

Just think, we can go away,
far away...

We can raise lots of children in peace.

You might be right, Lucia...

but right now we have
other problems.

Luca, if Palermo doesn't reply,
they've left us high and dry!

For once it's up to us to decide.

We followed their orders to the letter.

None of us have ever disobeyed them.

But there's no reply from Palermo.

Don't you think it's...

Who knows?

Something...

strange.

They tell us to wait...

but what the fuck are we waiting for?

Until they paint us white as well?

Please.

- Calm down.
- Let's go.

Good news in the papers!

We're going to Aquila.

We'll see you later.

I find her distant.
Don't you think?

Deep down she's nice.

Patrick, where are you going?
Wait for me!

The phonecall went well,
now let's see about that little gift!

Our work is very hard.

Risky.

That makes it hard to sleep.

But, when it goes well,
we come here...

and we look at all these
good things.

Rare objects.
That's power for the rich!

- I like that one, will you buy it?
- Which one? The one with the diamonds?

- The biggest one.
- Yes, the one in the middle.

The green one!
The red one!

That diamond!
Or that brooch!

I like all of them!

Do you know how you recognised
a don in my mother's village in Sicily?

By the ring on his finger!

The pharmacist, the priest,
the marshal...

All the important people.

- What are you doing?
- Leave me alone.

Calm down, Patrick.

Listen to me...

Try to make peace with Luca
when we get back to the house.

Do you promise?

Forget about everything that happened.

Don't you realise this is
never going to get resolved?

It will all work out, you'll see.

I'm sure of it.

Fresh fruit!

I spoke to Lucia and your idea
about making a film isn't a bad idea.

- And maybe we'll do it.
- Thanks.

Just think, my name...

Patrick Consalvo, in huge letters
in all the cinemas lobbies.

Slow down, kid.

You're already thinking about
the bright lights.

You really are a dreamer.
Don't you get it?

That this career is very...

It's very hard.

But let's hope it all goes well.

I hope you're successful, Patrick.

Look at how suggestive this place is.

I've been coming here lately.

This is what I need for my film.

You see, Luca, we can shoot
the final scene here...

The audience is going to love it!

Come here.
I want to show you something.

What a drop!

You see how high it is?

Successful stories are always
dramatic, we need to study them.

I'm sure a story like mine
is going to be great...

Exceptional.

At this point the sheik...

kisses Judas,
in front of the prince.

And then...

Suddenly...

He pushes him...

off the cliff!

Careful, you idiot!
What's got into you?

With this bullshit project!

- I don't know what came over me.
- Listen, don't you get it?

You need to stay cool!

Yes, you're right, but I've been
thinking about this project for years.

Listen, kid, I think you've
had it your own way long enough!

But this film is everything to me.

You listen to me.

Remember, I always did what I could.

Now I've explained how it
works in the script...

Let's put it into action.

The sheik walks up behind the prince.

Then, with one push...

Poor Patrick!

Why?

Michael, Santina, Margherita.

And now...

And now you!

All of you!

Why?

God!

Why?

But why?
Why these atrocious orders?

Why didn't I rebel?
I don't know anything anymore!

My father, an Abruzzese,
he would've done it.

He was also part of the family.

But perhaps I've become a coward.

If I didn't do it my days
would've been numbered.

The family...
What is the family?

Security and protection, or a vile
cancer I don't understand anymore?

Yet for fifteen years all my orders
always seemed logical, fair!

They were there for me
when I needed help.

But why?
To arrive at this choice?

This absurd, pointless, gesture?

This mechanism that won't let me out.

The organisation has become a trap.

Why did the family want this?
Why?

Where are you going?

What on earth!

District Attorney, what a surprise!
I was coming to see you!

What are you talking about?
If I'm already here!

We were meant to meet in Aquila.
Don't you trust Luca Albanese?

Who are you, Luca Albanese?
A son of a bitch like all the others!

District Attorney, what is the
meaning of that pistol?

The pistol?

Nothing.

A little gift from a friend.

You see I've never trusted anyone.

And I never will!

You're drinking coffee like
it's going out of fashion!

Forget that, you know what I found out?
You know I always know everything...

- This time it's big.
- What? Has Lutring escaped?

No, the chief is on his way
to see the District Attorney.

And when he moves you know
something's going down!

What are you thinking?
We need to mind our own business!

Our task today is to collect
information at Campo di Fiori.

Because of the last riot
we now have 73 prisoners...

who previously had access to
25 refurbished prison cells...

but are now forced to endure
discomfort and appaling conditions.

<i> Hello?
It's me.</i>

<i> - President, how are you?
- The Commissioner is on his way to you.</i>

Great, I know just what to say.
Relax, you know me.

My lips are sealed.

But I warn you, be discreet!

Come in.

Good day, Commissioner.
Come in.

Good morning, your honour.

Have a seat.

- Go ahead.
- Forgive me...

The situation with the 'Z' file
is far more serious than we thought.

Well?

I don't know how to tell
you this, but inside this...

But inside this I have
conclusive proof.

Tell me.

Proof that incriminates,
without a shadow of a doubt...

A person who appears to
be above suspicion.

We set out to catch some
small-time thieves...

and we found ourselves
embroiled in something political.

This is our conclusion.

Unfortunately, the brains behind the
organization is someone very close to us.

- Very close.
- Who is he?

You see, I don't have
the courage to tell you...

We're dealing with someone very
important, you understand.

Are you certain?

You're sure it's him?

I want Verina here immediately.

How is it possible?
What a mess!

- Do you know where captain Condoleo is?
- Yes.

- And where is he?
- Right now he's in chambers.

Do you know the procedure
to arrest another judge?

- Sure.
- And how it's carried out?

Yes, naturally.

You may go.

In these times, in which we have squandered
the respect of our profession,

built up even during our nation's darkest hours.

The most critical contribution of the
most experienced, the wisest

- Mr. President, I must remind you of the problems--
- Later, later!

-- the wisest in our nation, have been instrumental
in ensuring we have not lost it all.

We must not be afraid of
being criticised...

Or even being judged!

We must step away from our traditional isolation,
which is no longer consistent with today's society!

We must stay separate from the world of politics!

Sadly, many of my colleagues
will not approve of what I'm saying...

But the reality today is a deeply distressing
one for Italian justice!

And we magistrates must be the first
to denounce it!

The procedures for the gravest, most obscure...

Condoleo is late.

Here he comes, Captain.

The Attorney General has signed
the arrest warrant.

Here it is, Captain.

His Excellency had to wait for
the Minister's approval.

You understand.

It's unbelievable.

Come on, let's go.

...interpreters of the spirit of the law,
and not just their formal sense.

What is it?

I understand.

Apologies for the interruption.

Forgive me, President.

And their only strength for finding
an equilibrium, in maintaining dignity...

Yes, as the great Virgil said...

The spirit holds up the world,
it is everywhere and gives it life.

I repeat, the magistrate must
be fully transparent...

Beyond and above politics.

It must not be corrupted.
It must not be undermined.

And so before us we had: Andrea
of Cerreto, Niccolņ Acciaiuoli...

Baldo D'Aguglione,
and Jacopo Da Certaldo...

And all your other judges
who seemed so pure...

who betrayed
and destroyed Florence.

Then, now, and perhaps
even tomorrow...

But we must defend ourselves...

Okay.

Let's go.

God, try to illuminate this infinitesimally
small fragment of humble men.

Put them back on the right path.
Protect them!

They are the law, not the power!

Captain, may I distance myself
for a moment?

Okay.
Go.

Let him go.

Here they are...

Like a pack of dogs against a wolf.
Ready to tear it to pieces!

They've been trying
to destroy us for centuries.

Bourbons, Piedmontese, governments
of every race and colour!

But if think they've got me,
they're mistaken!

The family goes on, it is eternal.
It has its own laws, its honour...

It is above every law
in every land!

And it certainly won't be the cops
who take down one of the family!

No one can judge me
because I'm a Sicilian...

A man of honour!

- Smells like bitter almonds.
- Cyanide.

The quickest death.

<i>''Everything perfect in its kind
has to transcend its own kind."</i>

<i>"It must become something
different and incomparable."</i>

<i>"In some notes the nightingale is still
a bird. Then it rises above its class..."</i>

<i>"and seems to suggest to every winged
creature what singing is truly like.''</i>

Subtitled by the last jam jar on the left.
www.cultfilmsubs.com - March 2013

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