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I was told that you are seeing

That Proietti guy
People call "The playboy"

But be careful because you know

What I am like

When I get out

It'll be tough luck for him

If I'm in jail, I did it for us

But in two months I'll be out

I'm not staying here another year

And I'll get you back

Even if you don't want that

You must be mine

And this I won't accept

Put that it in your head

You've got to take it easy

The holiday is over for you

Help!

MONTI JEWELRY

Tell that bully

That I'm crazy and if you leave me
You're in big trouble

I told you
not to steal alarm clocks.

How should I know? Let's go.

I may be in jail now

But I won't accept

Losing you

If you leave me, you won't get away

I'll catch you, I swear to God

This love of ours can never end

You'd better behave
Or I'll take my anger out on him

Damn it!

Fuck off.

-Who is it?
-Thieves.

Let's go.

Come on. The alarm is off.

-What a beautiful house.
-Let's hope all goes well.

-Stutter, you go there.
-Yes.

We'll get the silverware. Go.

There's absolutely zero here.

All fake stuff, smoke in your eyes,
nothing but junk.

Darn rich people.

Hey, Tripe.

This is a complete waste of time.

Shutter, who told you
this would have been a good hit?

Whoever gave us the information
is a jerk.

If we get 200,000 Liras
out of this, we're lucky.

I should have gone to the beach instead.

I'd have sunbathed
and robbed a few cabins.

These bastards take all their valuables
to Switzerland!

-How can we work like this?
-We should go to Switzerland, too.

Why do they have alarms, then?
It infuriates me!

It's pointless to get angry.
You'll only make yourself twice as tired.

Stutter.

-Leave them a souvenir.
-I don't have to go.

I'll take a shit, damn them!

G. ZANONI MOVERS ROME

Who is it?

We're from the Zanoni company.
We've got a wardrobe for the Rossi family.

Did you have to come on Sunday?
Why not tomorrow?

There was a delay in the delivery.
The Rossi's got angry

and said to bring it right away.
You have the keys.

Go easy and don't break anything,
or Mr. Rossi will be furious.

Leave it there.
They'll find a place for it.

Madam, you have to sign here.

-There you go.
-Thanks. Goodbye.

I'm sorry I don't have any change
for a tip.

Don't worry, we get paid overtime, today.

You can go, now.
I have a ton of locks to close.

They're right.
There are so many thieves in town.

So much stuff!

Midget!

Midget!

-Hey. Who is it?
-Midget!

-Found you, Midget!
-No, Marshal, I didn't do anything.

Where are you going?
You're locked inside.

Damn you,
the Zanoni company, and the Rossi's.

-Aren't you ever wrong?
-Look, "Antonio Rossi, via Api 37."

-This is via Alpi.
-We made a mistake.

At via Api 37,
there is another Rossi family.

-In Italy we are all Rossi's.
-Take it away and don't bust…

-I almost said it!
-Bust your balls?

-Precisely.
-Yeah.

Go.

You must have taken a lot of stuff,
Midget. It's so heavy.

Decoration flower
While the others are lying on the beach

We are in Rome hustling

-Come on.
-Yeah.

Did you steel the toilet too?

-I don't understand.
-What did you do?

Thanks for the ride. Hands up and
against the wall, I have to check you.

-What the hell did you do?
-I don't know.

He pounced on me from a window.
He was on a tree.

I was hunting birds.
I put a baby sparrow back in its nest.

-Who gave you the tip?
-You're questioning me?

We can't work in peace
on Sundays either.

It's over for you, Marshal.

I'll kill you in the name of all those
who wish you dead.

Don't be an asshole. The charge of theft
now becomes attempted murder.

-This is murder, Marshal.
-Don't be a jerk. Two.

I called the anti-theft squad.
You have guns pointed at your ass.

-I don't believe you.
-Don't be a jerk. Three.

Gargiulo, I'm talking to you!
Fuck you, Gargiulo! He's serious! Hey!

Marshal, a thief is not a killer.

And I know this guy.
He's never killed anyone.

What if he starts now?
I'll get it up my ass!

-Chief, Marshal Giraldi.
-Hi, Ballarin.

You stayed on that tree for three hours.
What if the branch had snapped?

I would have retired earlier.

We only care about one thing.
Could you identify them?

-One had long hair…
-What are you doing?

Wow! There's a hot chick in there.
I almost had a heart attack.

-Where?
-With Trentini.

-Here?
-Yeah.

Don't worry, miss.

Nico, you are a pervert.

No, Tozzi, I swear.
There was another woman in there.

Oh, here she is. Look.

It's him! Inspector!
He robbed me! Arrest him!

I'm sorry, miss, but there has been
a big misunderstanding.

You are Velletrano's girlfriend. You meet
him on Thursdays and Sundays.

During one of these dates, he stole
the keys of the house where you work.

Is that true?

No, it's not true.
I always keep the keys with me.

Then, how do you think he got in?
Through the walls?

To avoid getting mugged, you should
always keep your stuff under your arm.

-Well, they stole my car.
-Oh, those are a bit heavy.

They are.

-What kind of car is it?
-An A112.

-The thieves' favourites.
-It was new.

ANTI-THEFT SQUAD

Listen to me.

How about we continue talking about the
car theft at your place tonight at 9:00?

I'm sorry, but I'm leaving tonight
for New York. I'm a flight attendant.

Flight attendant?
Before you leave, can I give you a kiss?

-What?
-No worry, I mean a chocolate kiss.

-Thank you.
-You are welcome.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

Wow. Your ass speaks for itself.
If I see you again…

Giraldi, the DeAngelis' maid
says she doesn't know Velletrano.

-If you want to question yourself…
-What a drag. I didn't understand shit.

Marshal, please don't be vulgar.

You know Velletrano well.
The girl denies everything.

As a woman, you should understand
this poor girl

who falls in love
with a married man with four children.

-Giovanni is married?
-Yeah.

-With four children?
-Four children.

What a bastard! He told me
I was the only woman in his life.

He even has a mistress in Velletri
and a fag in Rome.

I'm ruined. I'm ruined!

Sentence him to death!
To death! Or I'll kill him myself.

Calm down.

Tell me everything. We'll give
that scoundrel the right punishment.

Marshal, there was a burglary in a
Parioli apartment. The twelfth, today.

-My wife saw this mess and fainted.
-Of course.

You see, she still hasn't recovered.
And a month ago she was mugged.

-They are aiming at you.
-That's what I thought, too.

-I took away the valuables.
-Bad idea. That's why they got pissed off.

-Look at the mess they made.
-They even evacuated.

-They did what?
-They evacuated, there, on the armchair.

Oh, they took a shit on it. Some do it
out of fear, others for disdain.

This time it's disdain. You know why?

-Why?
-Because it's not runny.

Nico, come.
There's an interesting lead.

-Excuse me.
-Sure.

Look at these footprints.
It's paratrooper boots.

I know one guy who wears them.

-Who is it?
-I'll think about it and I'll tell you.

Ballarin, get that turd, please.

-Let's go.
-How dare you?

Not him, the real one!

But… How do I pick it up?

What a question. Get a spoon, a spatula.
Do this and put it in the lunch box.

I think the point is red.

Easy, we have to measure, first.

Hey! Who's playing these shitty jokes?

-Who is he?
-Oh.

Marshal. You want to play a game?

No, thanks. Listen, Stutter,
do you ever change your shoes?

No, I need them.
Sometimes I do parachute jumps.

And sometimes you are an apartment
thief and leave your footprints,

like on the carpet of engineer Marini
in Viale Bruno Buozzi 87.

No, Marshal, I swear.
I know nothing about it.

Maybe Shutter was with you.

Marshal, I was at the beach
with my friend.

-Yes, it's true.
-You are such a wise ass.

But don't worry, I'll catch you,
sooner or later.

Come here.

Look, I can't do anything to you,

because the footprints
are not enough to charge,

but now I want you to tell me who shat
on the couch. Or I'll make you eat it.

Marshal. How would I know? I don't know.

Shit.

-Who shat on the couch?
-It was tripe. He's at the eatery.

Waiter, is the pizza coming?

Marshal, I asked for a Neapolitan pizza,
not a slap.

-You're hungry, huh?
-Of course I'm hungry.

Then eat this.

-A shit?
-Surely it doesn't make you sick.

-It's yours. I'll put cheese on it.
-It's still shit.

Yes, but with Parmesan cheese.
Eat, come on, come on.

-Do I have to?
-Yes, go ahead.

Thanks for the ride, Ballarin.
When you see your girlfriend,

try to get some information
about Shutter, okay?

-By the way, Marshal.
-Yeah?

See, I would like to be exempted
from the "cleaning women's duty".

-As you know, my wife is very jealous.
-No, Ballarin, I'm sorry.

With that beard and hair you look
like a blonde doll. They like you.

Don't worry. Just screw,
I'll take care of your wife.

-Oh, okay.
-Bye.

Orazio! Orazio, hey!

Filotto, you brought the dog!
Beautiful boy!

-Nico!
-Why are you in the kitchen?

I made a great garlic, oil, tomato
and hot pepper sauce.

Listen, didn't you have
three more months to serve in jail?

They released me for good conduct.

-How did you get in?
-What a question!

How does a thief gets inside a flat?

When we were young,
we broke into so many places together.

No lock could stop us. Who gave you
the nickname "Nico the pirate"? I did!

-Yes, you did.
-They still talk about our hits!

Your master never feeds you, right?
Of course, he's hungrier than you.

Then you were converted at
the reformatory and joined the enemy.

Forget it. That's history.

Yes, but, Nico, for me it was harder
than when my wife left me.

It was tough. I haven't found anyone
to work with since. They're all assholes.

Why didn't you follow me, then?

Taste this spaghetti.
It's out of this world.

How could I ever be a policeman?
I'm allergic to them.

-I don't want to blame you but…
-Orazio, do you want spaghetti?

-He's already eaten. He gets fat!
-Come and eat.

Don't listen to your master.
Chew, or you won't taste it.

-I have an idea to make us rich.
-Really?

Yes. But I can only do it with you.
Listen.

At the police station there's a deposit
for the unreturned stolen goods.

-There's valuable stuff.
-I know.

Gold ingots, diamonds, paintings.

-There's even a Titian painting.
-So what?

You can enter whenever you want, right?

We'll go there together, as if you were
taking me to identify stolen goods.

On a Saturday, before closing time.

Then I'll lock myself in the toilet
and you'll pick me up later at night,

when there is less surveillance.

It's dangerous stuff to sell.

Let me explain. Whip came out of jail
with me. He's in the racing racket.

-I arrested him three years ago.
-He told me about a big buyer.

A really important guy.

-Who is he?
-The Muslim.

They call him like that
because he sells stuff to Arab countries.

Diamonds, cars, paintings. Everything.

-You know what?
-Are you in?

I'm not.

Eat… and go screw yourself.

Nico, you're too straight. Come on,
everyone steals, even ministers.

-They can steal, you can't.
-This is social injustice.

Serpico, you like it? Look. Look how cute.

She's cheating on Mickey Mouse.
Don't wank too much.

-Hello?
-Did you sleep well, beautiful?

You again? Leave me alone!

You're hot. I'd like to kiss your breast,
caress your thighs…

-Pig! Bastard! Impotent!
-Anything else to tell me,

or should I hang up now?
This is marshal Giraldi, Vanessa.

Giraldi Nico.
We met at the anti-theft office.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I've been tormented
by a stalker who calls me every day.

He talks to me dirty.

A phone "wanker"?
I'll try to do something,

-but it's difficult to catch them.
-Where are you? I can hear voices.

At Capannelle. I bet a lot of money
on a horse called Flight Attendant.

If it wins, we'll go out for dinner.
No, not you, the horse.

The horses are approaching
the finish line.

50 meters away. Little breaks away,
overtaking Polesina and Merlo.

Flight Attendant is in the lead,
closely followed by Bigonzi!

Go, Flight Attendant,
you're something else.

Bigonzi is neck to neck
with Flight Attendant.

Go, Flight Attendant! Go!

-Go, Bigonzi!
-Flight Attendant!

They're pushing hard! We're just
a few meters away, Bigonzi is first!

-I got Bigonzi!
-The jerks' horse!

Oh, come on!

Marshal, I saw Whip at the stables.
I have to go, my woman is waiting for me.

Go, I'll take care of it.

Hey, it's a bad day.
General Custer doesn't want to run.

-Why? What's wrong with him?
-He's pissed off.

-I'll bet on Madam.
-Understand?

-Hi, Whip.
-Marshal.

Listen. I have to talk to you.

Tell me about the Muslim.

-The Muslim?
-Yeah.

-No Muslim is racing today. Who is he?
-I'll make him race.

Whip.

Don't be a wise guy with me.

You know perfectly well who The Muslim is.
The guy who sells stolen cars.

Muslim? Never heard of him.

-I swear, Marshal.
-You keep being a wise guy?

Tie him tightly to the ring,
or he'll break down the doors.

Close properly.

-You don't remember The Muslim?
-No, I don't know him.

-You don't remember at all?
-No.

Come. I'll refresh your memory.

-Marshal, what do you want to do?
-Something for your memory.

-What? What the…
-Get inside!

Let me out! He'll kill me!

Ouch! Help, open up!

Hey. What about The Muslim?

His name is Raganelli Vittorio.
He's at the caves near Cisterna!

Get me out of here! If you want,
I'll tell you his date of birth!

Oh God! Oh God, he massacred me.

He kicked the life out of me,
that son of a horse.

You can't enter. The caves aren't safe.

We have to meet the Muslim,
Whip sends us.

-We need to sell a car.
-Wait a moment.

-What's up?
-There's an S-licensed car, a 128.

-He says Whip sends them.
-Okay, let them through.

-Go. End of the tunnel on the right.
-Ok, thanks.

I don't understand why we came
with my car. It's new.

It must be new,
or they won't be interested.

If it gets damaged, it'll take
a lifetime to get the refund.

Don't worry, life is short.

-Do you know Whip?
-No, I'm his friend.

-What's his real name?
-Luigi Rapetti, formerly Domenico.

No, you don't load any cars
with diesel engines!

Diesel cars to Arabs?

They'll be offended.
They wash their asses with oil.

If you want to work with me,
you have to wake up.

Don't make me worry.
When everything's done, call me.

It's two of them. The one
who knows Whip is Gratta's son.

-A famous thief in Rome.
-Yeah, I've heard of him.

-Tell me when Fontanone calls.
-Okay.

That's Vanessa's car.

-Salam, Mr. Muslim.
-Fuck you!

Here.

Where did you steal it?

On a side street off the Salaria,
near the Empire Cinema.

-The car is fine.
-If it doesn't get sick!

Check the registration,
the chassis and engine number.

So? How much will you pay for it?

-I can give you 200,000.
-200,000?

It has an S license plate
and hasn't been through its second check.

There's no money on the market,
and lots of competition. I have expenses.

I change the plates
and the engine number. Labor costs!

Fontanone called. All good. The captain
of the ship wants two millions more.

Damn him and all the Spanish people!

What should I tell him?

Give it to him. As long as he gets
the ship going immediately.

Got that?

Two million more.
He already got four for 20 cars.

Another 100,000 liras per piece.
It's not peanuts!

-No, it's money.
-You see? I've just lost two millions.

-What can I do?
-Close the shop.

Don't move.

-Face to the wall and hands up.
-Don't tell me you're police officers?

No, we're from the Capocotta frat.

-What do you do?
-We arrest rats.

Come on, now.

Gargiulo, the car headlights!

Kill that jerk!

Don't move!

I haven't finished paying for it!
I had to sign half a kilo of checks!

What do I pay you for? Damn you!

I told you not to move!

Who knows how much it will cost
to change the window.

Here, the handcuffs.
Get them and tie them all up.

-Okay.
-Oh, and a favour.

Get a phone. Call Chief Tozzi
and tell him to send the van.

Okay.

Then call Vanessa
and tell her we found the car.

-Okay.
-Oh.

-Then turn on the lights.
-Anything else?

Yes, be less of a jerk.

-Who is it?
-It's Mohammed.

What do you want?

Now, if you're a good muslim,
tell me the ship's name.

-The ship is called Dale.
-Where does it leave from?

From Anzio in an hour.

-Are you tired?
-Yes, very much.

Okay, then.
Take a nap, Allah is with you.

I must hurry.

Stop him!

Freshen up!

You're a crazy son of a bitch!

Hey. Easy on the compliments.
If we start swearing,

you're an elementary school pupil and
I'm a scholar. Let's go back to the port.

Who are you?

I am Marshal Giraldi, Italian police.

My badge.

We go back with the ship
full of stolen cars.

On this ship that badge
is a piece of shit!

I'm in charge here, understand?

I have an international badge.

-Turn around.
-No, I won't turn around.

You'd better do it. If I get pissed off,
I'll kill you, "compañeros".

You can't shoot on this boat.

Forget it. Turn, turn.

Marshal, I'm here with my girlfriend.

Yes, she is very much
in love with me.

She wants to marry me,
but my wife will never agree.

Make sure it smells nice,
but not too ripe.

-Hello, Olimpia.
-Hi.

How come are you buying groceries?

The cook, victim of overwhelming love,
gave herself to a man

-who didn't deserve so much affection.
-What do you mean?

-In short, she copulated with him.
-What?

He screwed her, left her, and now
she went to an anti-abortion sit-in.

Oh, look. Meet my boyfriend, Enzo Bianchi.
Olimpia Trippetta.

It's a pleasure. Kiss, huh?

-My pleasure.
-My pleasure.

I have to go. I'm out without permission.
See you on Sunday.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Give me this melon, please.

-He's nice, isn't he?
-Yes, but he's ordinary, vulgar.

I don't like low-level types.

I prefer poor men, but refined and polite.

Those who tell you, when they see you…

Hey, hot stuff! How are you?

-Osvaldo Proietti, my boyfriend.
-My pleasure.

Yes. She's the only one who calls me
Osvaldo. My friends call me Shutter.

-He's had this nickname since childhood.
-True.

Osvaldo comes from a noble family.

You know, I remember how our love
bloomed in Villa Borghese.

-He jumped out of a bush and…
-Of course. I was pissing.

-Hey, are you here to embarrass me?
-Don't be pissed off.

I just wanted to tell you I can't meet
you tonight, I have an important business.

Do you? Alright, then, bye.

Beautiful! See you on Sunday.
We'll have a nice you know what!

Bye, beautiful.

-What?
-He said we'll go buy a fur coat.

-What kind of business is he into?
-Apartments, buying and selling.

The villa is full of silverware,
antiques, paintings.

There is Mr. Douglas.
He just got back from America.

-He must have a lot of money.
-Do you have the keys?

Yes. Stutter slept with the waitress.

We can do the hit Thursday night.

The maid leaves
and the American spends the night out.

There's a dog.

We can't give him a meatball.
He only eats from his master's hands.

-The hit can't be done.
-Did I sacrifice myself for nothing?

Look at the dump I had to screw
to get the keys.

Speaking of dumps, I have an idea.

The brakes work better.

Of course. The Muslim's mechanics are
good. They fix them before selling them.

-Where are we going to celebrate?
-I have an idea.

-Hey, Marshal Giraldi!
-What? I'm getting ready for bed.

-But…
-What?

We'll end up there anyway.
Let's not waste time.

-No, Marshal, you misunderstood.
-Brunette, you know what?

I want to make love, and I'm telling you.

You do too, but you won't say it.
I'm just helping you. Right?

It must be that pig.
He always calls at this time.

Go answer, then. Hold him on the phone,
make him talk.

-Yes?
-I didn't find you this morning.

I've been excited all day
thinking about your legs,

-your long velvety thighs.
-Keep him talking.

I would like to kiss them. I called
many times and I never found you.

Yes. But now you can talk to me,
if you want.

-Who is it?
-Police.

-What the…
-I need the phone, sorry.

-Who was it?
-A policeman in his underwear.

-Is this how you come to my house?
-So? You're hot above, I'm hot below.

-Look at that! Unbelievable.
-Hello? Telephone Control Center?

I understand, Giraldi.
He's the usual maniac.

If he's not talking from a public phone,
we can locate him.

What's the number?

My bra? No, I never wear one.

-What about your panties?
-Panties, yes.

-Today I wore my black ones.
-How nice.

Does that color excite you?

-With jeans?
-No, I don't wear them with jeans.

How wonderful!

Tell him to call you back
tomorrow morning at eight.

Listen, I have to go, now. Can you call me
at eight tomorrow morning?

Yes, tomorrow morning at eight.

Come here.

-Come here.
-What are you doing?

Checking if you told the truth.

You did.

Hey. Hey!

The dog can't take it anymore.
He screwed four times already.

-Salvatore. Salvatore!
-What?

What's up?

-There's a safe.
-It has a combination.

-Look.
-We must remove a piece of the wall.

-We need the electric drill.
-I'll get it. How long do you need?

-Ten minutes, not much concrete.
-All right.

Come on, let's go.
How's the dog doing?

Screwing. You found him a real slut!

Still in bed? You sleep naked, right?

I can see you, you know?
I feel the heat of your body.

Now I'm caressing your tummy,
touching your nipples.

Come on, beautiful. Talk, talk.

-Tell me something exciting.
-Asshole!

Excuse me…

I want you to stop that habit
of talking dirty on the phone.

-Excuse me, who are you?
-You don't like when I caress you?

-Who are you? I'll call the police!
-No need.

The police has already arrived.
Allow me to introduce myself.

Marshal Giraldi, the wanker punisher.

But I… I didn't do anything illegal!

I know, but if you try to pick up
the phone again, it's bad news for you.

-What do you mean?
-Tough shit!

I don't know how they neutralized him.
He is fierce, trained to guard.

He eats nothing from strangers.
He can't be sedated.

-Was he tied up?
-No, I leave him free at night.

Marshal, I think they hypnotized him.

Yeah, Superman came.
Why are you such a jerk?

-I'm a sergeant. People are here.
-You're a jerk sergeant.

Mr. Douglas,
were there valuables in the safe?

A few dollars, an insurance policy
and traveler's checks. Nothing much.

A few dollars, a traveler's check book.

An insurance policy. What is this?

I know a guy who takes traveler's
checks. He pays 20% for them.

Hey. There's good stuff here.
The Zebra Point deal!

Checks for billions. Bribes for millions.

They took bribes for American tanks!

-Let me see.
-One took six billion.

-Wow.
-So what?

-He must give us some too.
-Sure.

The girl knows my girlfriend.
She's the maid of engineer Micheli.

He is a misfit they call Cresta.

They went out for lunch
because the Micheli's are at the beach.

Interesting. He takes her for a screw
and he steals the keys of the flat.

If I go in,
you'll get a bad impression of me.

Don't worry. I have a high opinion of you.

Look, Ballerin.
There are his buddies, too.

Please, don't close, we forgot the keys.
Sorry, thanks.

-Sorry, what floor?
-Fifth.

Same as us.

-Are you back from holiday?
-Yeah.

We just got back, too.

Rome is empty, huh?

-Are you visiting the Micheli's, too?
-Yeah.

What a coincidence.

-We made a mistake.
-What? You have the keys.

Are you apartment thieves, by any chance?

So are you?

It's so funny I'm pissing in my pants!

In such a big city!
Two thieves and two policemen!

Policemen?

Hold still, or you'll take another flight!

It's Sunday,
and you made me work too much.

Catch your breath and whistle,
as you agreed with Cresta.

I'll take the keys back to him. How is it?

No. Catch your breath
and do it right. How is it?

There, that's it.

Come on, I'll wake your weenie up.

Take it easy.
Let me smoke a cigarette in peace.

-How long is it taking them?
-What are you saying?

Nothing, nothing. You can continue.

Go back. Weenie came out.

You're so hot.

-What sort of joke is this?
-A shitty one.

Who is the general in this army?

I am Mr. Gorniani,
General Dal Fabbro's attorney.

Couldn't he come personally?
Thieves understand each other better.

-Where's the dough?
-Give me the notebook, first.

Mr. attorney, when I woke up this morning,
I looked into the mirror.

-I wasn't born yesterday.
-Excuse me?

No "excuse me".
If I had come with the notebook,

you and the Zebra Point bastards
would've screwed me.

Maybe you would have stolen it, too.
As they say, it's compromising.

You give me the dough,
and then I'll give you the notebook.

Perhaps, in a big stadium,
with lots of people.

Oh, no. Easy. I don't have the notebook.
If you kill me…

If you give me the money, I'll get it
for you. Where would I run?

What would you gain by killing me?

Nobody is going to kill you.
We'll just give you a few strokes.

Tell us where the notebook is
and we'll let you go. Okay?

I don't know. I don't know!

A friend of mine has it,
but I don't know where he hid it.

Don't be a wise ass!

Come on, Shutter.
If you talk, you can still save yourself.

With just a few broken ribs.
Who is your friend? What's his name?

Stutter. He lives in public housing.

In Via di Pietralata.

At the square.

Let me go. Let me go.

-No, Mom!
-I didn't do anything!

You shouldn't have done this to me!
Miserable! Open the door!

Damn you!

I'll break that filthy pig head of yours!

Teresa, stop! Are you crazy?

-He's cheating on me with that whore!
-See? What did I tell you?

-Five children and an abortion!
-He did it for work!

-Wait a moment.
-I don't want to see him again!

Dad, the pain in the ass of Chief Tozzi
is here. Coming?

-I'm pissed off! I'll show you!
-I'll talk to him, you behave.

I'll tell him you called him
a pain in the ass.

Hello? It's Nico.
No, the Ballarin's are in the bathroom.

Nico, they found Shutter's body
inside a concrete tank.

At the homicide squad asked for our help.
You knew Shutter well.

-Yes, but I don't work with them.
-Don't piss me off.

I want a complete report within 48 hours
on this Shutter. Understand?

Holy shit!

-Something serious, Marshal?
-They killed Shutter.

Oh, poor thing. He was seeing
my girlfriend's friend.

-That whore!
-Please, relax.

We're working, here. Stop it.

Put that broom down.
What is the name of her friend?

Her name is Olimpia. They used
to go dancing at the Gabbiano Verde.

Okay, Ballarin, dress up.
We're going dancing.

Darn you! Hey, you're coming
to take a shit at my house, too?

It stinks!

Orazio! Orazio, what a bore!
Your filthy master…

-Sorry. I don't have a toilet at home.
-Go shit on the lawn, then!

I'm scared of snakes. I have a proposal.

-Let's hear it!
-It's extraordinary.

On the 18th, in Via dei Normanni,
at the General Revenue Office,

-there's the tax payments office.
-So what?

There's a lot of dough involved.

It's Saturday. You should accompany me
as if you'd arrested me or something.

-What is it?
-Filo, come here.

-Filo.
-Yeah?

You know what? Fuck off again.

Filo, don't break my balls, I have
to get dressed. I'm going dancing.

Okay, I will fuck off,
but give me a thousand Liras.

-I've got five. Take it all.
-You won't see me for a while.

-Come, Orazio!
-We managed to get 5,000 Liras!

THE GREEN SEAGULL

May I have the pleasure of dancing
with you, miss?

How dare you? My inner soul is mourning
and full of sorrow.

I know. I know.

He was my best friend.

-Shutter?
-Shutter, yes, him.

-Did you know him?
-Yes, of course.

Then you know how good his heart was.

He never told you about me? I'm Door.

-Door?
-Door and Shutter.

We were always together, like brothers.
Everyone knew us.

Once he told me:

"Listen to me, Door.
If anything happens to me,

I ask you for one thing.
Take care of Olimpia."

-Really?
-I swear.

So let's dance,
in commemoration of his soul.

I won't stay here another year

And I'll get you back

Even if you don't want

You must be mine

I don't want to accept it

So get that into your head

What are you doing? Did you get horny?

Yes, of course.
But only in honor of Shutter.

I'm sorry, but I swore I'd be faithful
to him all my life.

Well, your whole life seems a lot to me.

At least ten years.

Ten years?

Five.

Four.

Three.

Let's make it three months.

Three months is an eternity.

Okay, let's say I'll be loyal
for ten minutes.

You know, my soul feels frozen.

You know what? Let's go screw.

I'm in jail now

But I won't accept

Losing you

-You kiss so well.
-You like it?

Oh, yes. You have rough lips.

Listen.

-I have a little flaw.
-What?

Tell me the names of my friends,
or I don't get horny.

-Why do you care? You know them.
-Say those names, or it goes limp.

-Really?
-What are their names? Tell me.

-The Trapanese brothers.
-It works! More!

-Repeat!
-The Trapanese brothers.

-Yeah. Who else?
-Then… Stutter.

I love that name. Where does he live?

-In Via di Pietralata.
-In Via di Pietralata!

-Say "Stutter Pietralata".
-Stutter Pietralata.

-Yes, that's it. What number?
-Number 69!

-Say it again!
-69!

-Repeat 69!
-69!

-What the fuck do you want?
-What the fuck do you want?

-What the fuck are you doing in my boat?
-What the fuck are you saying?

There is a lady here.
Is this the way to speak?

Sorry, I didn't feel well,
I felt like I was fainting.

-I needed to get some rest.
-Madam, this way, please.

Thank you.

Madam, you fainted
without your panties!

-Did you see that?
-Yeah, these building are awful.

I was born on a street like this.
How can one not become a criminal?

Those aren't houses, they're thief farms.

The elevator is not broken.
They install them broken.

Look at that.

-It's open. Shall we go inside?
-Let's go in.

What happened?

Someone came before us.

-Stutter is not here.
-Apparently not.

Marshal.

Look here.

Yes, it's our friend Stutter.

Why did they do this to him?

Why was a thief like him
so important?

Marshal, I'll advise the station.

I'm going to look for someone
who is our last hope.

Filotto? Wait, I need to talk to you.

Where are you going?
Hey, I said I need to talk to you.

Filotto, wait! Hey.

Don't be a jerk, come on!

Filo, wait! What are you doing?

Are you crazy? Filotto!

Want to play cops and robbers?

What's wrong with you?

Stop, you fool!

Sit down for a moment.

Nico, don't be offended,

but you are a dangerous friend for me.

-A dangerous friend?
-They gave me a warning.

Since they saw me in your house
they say I've become an informant.

Ok. Since they say you are an informant,

you might as well tell me
where the Trapanese brothers are.

-I don't know.
-Filo, come on, you know.

I think they are at the Adele Motel.

-Where is that?
-In Via Ezio, in Prati.

Now leave me alone.

I care for you,
but these guys don't kid around.

They don't just sting, they pierce.

-They'll kill me.
-I know.

Wait, let me get to the fountain.

-Do you remember it, Nico?
-Yes.

When you were a kid,
you rinsed your mouth there

so your mom wouldn't smell
cigarette smoke on your breath.

You're always talking of the past.
You sound like my grandmother.

Those were the days.

Have you ever seen a policeman
at a thief's funeral?

No. Careful what you say.
Filotto was my friend.

As a friend, one should take off
their hat for him.

I even sleep with my hat,
but I took it off for him.

If he's in there, it's our fault, too.
Fuck it!

Okay, don't get upset. The boss said
to forget about the investigation.

-Homicide will take care of it.
-Come on!

We can't get too distracted
from our duty.

I have another thing to say.
We might get the Mangano stolen goods.

You have to come with me to Via Sannio.

Can I put my friend to sleep? Poor thing.
Can I put my friend to sleep?

And I have to take care
of this poor animal. He's an orphan now.

You knew the stuff
stolen from Villa Mangano.

-I don't remember much.
-You had a fling with their maid.

-You wore the landlord's pajamas.
-Until I found him inside it.

Look at these puppies. The spot
on their heads remind me of someone.

Come on, Nico.
Don't waste time with dogs.

I think I know how they did the heist
at the American's Villa.

Really?

-Hey, listen up.
-Do you want a dog?

-We know each other.
-Yes, I think so, too.

-At the tavern…
-That shit.

You were there with Shutter, right?

-Maybe. I don't remember.
-You don't remember, huh?

Listen.

How old are these dogs?

Listen, Marshal, I'm here to sell.
I have to make a living, right?

-Is the female dog yours?
-Yes, but I don't know anything..

Tell me the truth.
You rented your dog to Shutter.

Yes, she was in heat.

He told me he had a handsome male, so…

Marshal, is something fishy going on?

I don't know anything.
I don't want to be involved.

If you don't want trouble,
don't rent dogs to thieves. Got that?

-Let's go.
-Where?

To the father of the puppies.
I know what happened.

Really?

Shutter and associates
rented a female dog in heat

to do the job. They brought her along
to screw the American's dog.

He's a liar. He said
that there was nothing in the safe.

-The American's dog?
-No, Douglas!

In that house
there was really important stuff.

That's why there are two deaths already
in this shitty affair.

I repeat, I don't know anything.
I can't start making things up.

I regularly reported the unknown robbers
as soon as I found out about the theft.

They are not so unknown. Two of them
are already dead. Shutter and Stutter.

-He's not even looking at me.
-Don't look at him, then.

I don't give a shit about looking,
but at least he should listen.

So, a certain Shutter died
and his friend Stutter did too.

Why? Because they had found
something important in the safe. Okay?

He had put that beast to guard the place

but instead, the dog started
screwing that bitch. Got it?

I'm sure he is talented,
as an amateur Sherlock Holmes,

but this isn't the best case to prove it.
I told you what was in the safe.

It's not important enough
to justify the murder of two men.

So, if you could please tell…

this masked policeman
to stop insinuating things.

-Hold on. What does he mean?
-Please, Nico.

No insinuations, Mr. Douglas.
But in case you forgot to tell us

if there were other things
in the safe besides the money…

No, excuse me a moment. No, no.

Tell the American that the Trapanese
brothers are still alive.

And they are tough stuff.
Tell him. Go on, tell him.

I have nothing else to add
to my previous report.

Now I have some urgent business.

-Let's go. I am getting pissed off.
-See you later. Let's go.

You stop screwing or your master
will cut your balls off.

Hello, Ascani? It's Geraldi.

You have to tap the American's phone.

Ralph… Douglas.

300075.

-Do you think the trap will work?
-Come on, Tozzi!

We've got him. Mark my words.

Now I have to go to the Adele Motel.
But I need a nice whore.

What? You expect me to find one for you?

We can get one from the women's squad.

Like…

Lieutenant Ciappini.

-Good morning.
-Do you have a room?

-For two?
-Can't you see we're two?

Calm down. I have a room
on the first floor, running water,

sink, all in order. Number eight.

-Sheets with no mites, okay?
-You pay 2,000 Liras a day.

-What do you expect?
-A couple of lobsters.

Sorry. Is Mr. Salvatore Trapanese here?
Where is his room?

Two rooms from yours. Number 10.

We won't be fooled like the others.
Let me explain.

We'll hand in the notebook
on the train to Formia at 11 tomorrow.

No, sir. We'll contact you.
Send your representative

with a red carnation
and "The Sunday News" in his hands.

With the money.
And no funny business. Agreed?

-There's nothing here.
-Yet, there must be something.

Let me tell you, Lieutenant,
there must be something.

Found it. End of the treasure hunt.

What did I say?

Douglas is a son of a bitch.
Nice match with General Dal Fabbro.

He's mentioned more often
than Jesus in the Gospel.

Do you think the crimes
are linked to this notebook?

It's obvious, isn't it?

However, one thing
remains to be clarified.

Douglas or Dal Fabbro?

To find out we'll have
to put the notebook back where it was.

Isn't it better to just report them
and arrest the Trapanese?

No. Dal Fabbro and Douglas
would be able to cover everything up.

We need the Trapanese free,
but under surveillance.

Marshal,
I absolutely can't support this…

Don't worry, Lieutenant.
I will take care of it.

Go Lazio!

Ascani, what have you got to say?

We tapped Dal Fabbro's phones, too.

-Yeah?
-Home and office.

-Found anything?
-No calls, either in or out.

He must have escaped. Douglas?

We are constantly watching him.

-Well?
-They're talking. Shall we listen?

-No, they might notice.
-He hung up.

-What were they talking about?
-I don't understand English.

I don't believe it. It's incredible! Hey!

How the fuck can you put
an illiterate hillbilly there

to intercept phone calls
of an American who speaks English? Hey!

-Don't be mad.
-What kind of policemen are you?

Don't get mad. The calls are recorded
and translated by the interpreters.

I'm not happy at all.
What a perfect organization!

This way, a week goes by,
and he has the time to kill the Pope.

-I want to know right away!
-Marshal, an outside call for you.

How can we work like this?
I don't know. Hello?

Marshal, I'm at the station.
The Trapanese got on the train to Formia.

The express departing in five minutes.
What should I do?

Jerk, get on the train. Don't lose
them! I'll join you right away! Got it?

-Couldn't you knock?
-I'm sorry.

He still hasn't shown up.

We must wait for him here.

-There he is. You wait.
-Go.

Do you have a match, please?

Excuse me. Salvatore Trapanese,
for the Zebra Point business.

Come.

My brother has the notebook.
He's in another car.

Give me the money
and I'll take you to him.

But those three gentlemen must stay here.

The train will slow down in 20 minutes

as it approaches
a small station near Gaeta.

-You'll have to stay with us.
-I don't understand.

My brother and I don't want
to end up like Shutter and Stutter.

When the train slows down, we'll jump.
After the delivery, of course.

Agreed.

Here's the money. You want to count it
or do you trust me?

I trust you.

Judging by the weight,
it's the right amount. More or less.

The attorney. Here he is.

Rosario? Wake up.

Rosario, wake up!

Rosario. They killed you!

To get the notebook. Sons of bitches!
That's not the end. I'll kill everyone!

Salvatore Trapanese, stop!
I'm a police officer!

See what one has to do
not to miss a train.

One has to be patient.

Where are you going, Trapanese?
Stop!

Damn you!

Stop shooting, jerk! I need him alive!

Stop, Trapanese! Stop!

Cover my ass!

Come on, I'll cover you!

Try telling me who took the notebook.
Come on.

I don't know. They killed Rosario.

Drop the gun! Hands up!

Here! Look, Gargiulo.
The desert fox is here.

As usual, on the wrong side.
Damn you!

You have to follow them!
Okay? Not me!

-Why?
-Because I'm Marshal Giraldi!

Yes, sir! Should we chase them?

You should jump in the toilet.
With your patrol car.

Good evening, Mr. Douglas.
I got the job done.

Perfect. Perfect.

You are a true pro. Here's the money.

What makes you think
the American is the real blackmailer?

No disrespect,
but you didn't understand jack shit.

He had the notebook. Tozzi.

The smart ass of that American wants the
money from everyone involved in the deal.

-I bet now…
-Hello, sir. Douglas left for America.

-What did I tell you?
-And there's another dead man.

-A killer, Pasquale Icardi.
-He worked for Douglas.

Yes, they often talked on the phone.

They found him by the river,
a bullet in his stomach.

You see?

It'll never end.
We should open a funeral home.

Gargiulo checked the mugshots.

He remembers seeing him
getting on the train.

Tozzi? Are you convinced now?

Do you believe Douglas
is a son of a bitch? Was I right or not?

Okay. But he's gone now. What can we do?

Dear Tozzi, we only have one chance.
But we have to be smart.

-How?
-Send me to New York on a mission.

You're crazy. Money, tickets,
requests, bureaucracy!

-So what?
-In America we need contacts.

So?

Guys, listen to me.
We must move carefully.

That's a bunch of bullshit.

Every time an American is involved
do we have to shit in our pants?

-You're right.
-Nico, calm down.

Let's do this. Give me eight days off.
I can't take it anymore.

-What?
-An eight day leave! Okay?

-For what reason?
-I have hemorrhoids.

May I?

Thank you.

-Come on, come out!
-Is he crazy?

-I told you not to speed!
-Who are you?

He's my cousin. I am Marshal Giraldi.

Take him to the hospital.
Look at the mess he's caused!

Babe! If you want the car back,
you must give me a kiss.

Nico.
I never know what to expect from you.

-Why did you take my car?
-I didn't take it.

-I had to chase a thief. I dented it.
-Dented? You destroyed it!

Oh, well, it can be fixed.

-How about a drink, now?
-Where?

-In New York?
-What are you saying, Nico?

Let me explain. I have to go to New York
to close a deal.

Since you're a hostess,
you can get me a free ticket.

If I need to be a relative,
I'll marry you right away.

I'll take your word for it.

My uncle was born in Frocinone.

Wait. What did you say?

Frocinone, my uncle's town.
Uncle Frocinone, understand?

I understand. Your uncle is a faggot.

Listen up.
Why did you put this screen here?

In New York there are lots of criminals.

At night everyone's drunk. Understand?

I didn't understand shit, but I understand
that you're in worse shit than us.

Bye.

-What?
-If necessary, I can translate.

No, no need. A cousin lives here.
I called him from the airport.

His great-grandmother and mine

worked together as whores
at the time of Garibaldi.

-Who is Garibaldi?
-The Napoli team coach.

Go Napoli! Go Garibaldi!

Billy!

Hey, Billy!

I don't understand you. Go away. Billy!

-Billy!
-Nico, come up!

No, you come down. I don't have time!
Hurry up, come down!

Wait!

Be quick!

Will you leave? Are you drunk?
I find them all.

-Nico, here I am.
-Billy.

How are you? Amazing.

Wait. Let me look at you.

You are always the same.
Dressed like a beggar.

Dressing like this costs me a lot,
my friend.

Who's this? Send him away.

-Go.
-Go away. Fuck off!

I have information on Ralph Douglas.

He was a major agent for the CIA.

Now he is out.
You understand? Do you understand?

-Yes, the CIA.
-Ah, yes.

That's who the jerk was.
Where does he live now?

Wait a sec.

Here. Write it here in Italian,
otherwise I don't understand.

Nine.

Here he is again! What do you want?

Are you the village idiot?

Number nine, 57th East Street.

At number nine, okay.

The police cannot enter
his apartment.

We need trials, incrimination
and permission to carry out a search.

What the hell? Even here,
the law is on the criminals' side.

-"Drunky" is back.
-Oh, shut up!

Listen, Billy,
I want to know if Douglas…

Go away! Fuck off, please!

So, if Douglas has a maid,
I'll deal with her.

Yes, he has a "color-girl".

-Her name is Melania Ross.
-Melania Ross.

She cleans from three to five.

-What? Speak in Italian.
-From three o'clock to five o'clock.

From three to five, I get it.

Hold this stuff. I'll pick it up later.
Take care of it. Ciao.

Come to dinner.
My wife made spaghetti with jam.

You eat it!

Excuse me.

Where is number nine?

Hello, Melania.

How are you?

Do you want a cold Coke?

Wait. Here.

It can't be.

-I see you have a new costume.
-Cool, huh? I bought it here.

Why are you here?
What are you looking for?

I was looking for a book
I started reading in Rome.

-I wanted to know how it ended.
-Sorry, but I'll call the police.

So you can tell them

about that Pasquale Icardi you had killed.

The murderer who retrieved your notebook
stolen in Rome.

-Good! How did you find out?
-I took a guess.

And you fell for it like a jerk.

Strange for a CIA agent.
Even though they're all jerks, over there.

So, mister prick.

Where's the notebook? Talk, or you'll
end up like the Trapanese brothers.

-What do you get by killing me?
-One less son of a bitch.

-In this country there is death penalty.
-Not for me.

Look.

In a couple of hours,
there's a flight to Rome.

Tomorrow at this time I'll be
on my terrace washing my balls.

So? Where is the notebook?

Think about it.
We can reach a good deal together.

A deal, you and me?
What kind of a deal?

We can split a lot of dollars.

By blackmailing the bosses
of Zebra Point, huh?

Reminding them of the money they made
and asking for a share.

Where is the notebook?
Get it. I want to go back to Rome.

Fine. It's in the other room.

I'll get the keys.

Three… One…

Five… Two…

Hey. Billy, It's Nico.

I'm at Douglas' house.
I have a gift for you.

A recorded confession
that will get you a promotion.

And call an ambulance.

He needs a transfusion.
A shit transfusion.

First let me say hi to Serpico.
I haven't seen him in eight days.

Did he eat properly?
Did he sleep well? Did he think of me?

Yes, of course. He's perfectly fine.

Serpico? Serpico? Come here.

Come here, rascal.

Aren't you going to greet me?
Look what I brought from New York.

See if you like it.
A nice American babe.