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My God!

This chicory's been kept in someone's pants!

- How much d'you get tonight? - 30 euros, like usual.

All the pizzerias pay their delivery guys the same...

I'd pay 30 euros too...

With all the kids needin' work!

- Ain't I right? - Vanessa gets 50.

So fuckin' what? Vanessa works in a top class joint!

They're all poshos there...

Imagine you dressed like Vanessa! You'd look like a right turkey.

Who gives a fuck?

- For 20 euros more, I'd do more... - Like what?

- I'd dance too. - Give us a dance then!

Oh God...

My God...

Our breath must stink now. Want one?

Here.

- I nicked them from the bar earlier. - They taste of chicory too!

Chicory-flavoured gum!

I'll stick this on the window too!

Start the car, come on.

I can't stand goin' to college anymore.

- Didn't you know it'd be like this? - You've got Ambra. What've I got?

Are you fuckin' jealous?

We've done primary and secondary school together.

- Just two more years left... - What a fucking drag.

In two years, we'll start workin'. We'll get a good job...

I didn't wanna go to catering college.

But you said: "Let's do it, you do fuck all there".

This agricultural college is better?

Yes, everyone's a waiter now.

Romanians, Albanians, they're all waiters...

Bro', even gippos are waiters now.

- You're right. - I swear.

That's why you should train as a barman.

You think so?

- Don't you? - That'd really suit me...

- It's perfect. - Yeah...

- We'd never see each other. - Why?

You'd be in the kitchen, I'd be at the bar.

- Well, I'll be a barman too then. - You will? Nice...

Didn't you wanna be a chef?

Not that again!

That was because Dani's dad said to me:

"When you finish college, come up north and work for me".

Who's Dani?

My mum's boyfriend's daughter.

But now him and my mum are always fightin'.

Why?

That's their fuckin' business, not yours!

Quit changin' the subject... what should we fuckin' do?

What should we fuckin' do?

You're sayin' we should be barmen?

- Yeah, barmen. - With the Romanians?

Who gives a fuck?

I don't believe it! Oh God!

Drive.

Drive!

I don't believe it!

- Did anyone see us? - I don't know.

- Is he dead? - I don't know.

Who's dead? What the fuck're you sayin'? What d'you mean?

Fuck!

Shall we go back? Huh?

What for? What'll you say to him?

How the fuck did that happen?

That faggot came out of nowhere!

I don't believe it!

- That goddamn faggot! - Hush.

We'll be done for...

Shut up, don't say that!

I know what...

- Let's go to the cops. - To who? To say what?

That we didn't see him!

They won't give a shit!

- We didn't stop... - What the fuck should we do?

- Well? - I'm thinkin'.

- I don't believe it. - Let's go to my dad.

- What? - Let's go to my dad.

- What the fuck'll we say? - Go.

- What'll you say? - He'll help us.

He'll tell us what to fuckin' do. Look at the state you're in.

You're sure?

- What's happened? - Let us in, dad.

What's happened?

Well? Why the long faces?

Well?

We ran over a guy...

You ran a guy over with the car? When?

When? 20?

30 minutes ago.

Stay calm. Sit down.

Sit down!

- Did anyone see you? - No.

No one was around?

No one.

How did it happen?

He came out of nowhere. I hit him, I just heard the bang.

- You drove off? - We kept goin'.

"We kept goin'"... So you drove off!

- How fast were you goin'? - 90 km/h.

- Where did it happen? - At the playin' field.

I didn't hear that. Speak up!

At the playin' field.

- Was it your fault... - No.

I'll help you anyway... was it your fault?

- You tell him. - No.

- Otherwise we wouldn't have come. - Where would you have gone?

Where else?

You've run someone over... this ain't no joke.

Only you know if anyone saw you!

This wouldn't have happened with me, I'm a good driver!

I've told you a thousand times, he's a shitty driver!

But you ain't told me the most important thing.

Is he dead?

Is he dead? Tell me!

Yes.

They came here... We can't and mustn't do anythin'.

Now go to bed...

and tomorrow you'll go to college as if nothing's happened.

Understood?

You'll sleep here. Call your mother.

Tell her it's late and that you're stayin' with Manolo.

- Shall I call my mother? - Good lad.

He was drivin'... what the fuck do you care?

- Makes no fuckin' difference. - It does.

Well?

She ain't answerin'.

She ain't? I ain't surprised...

- Shall I text her? - Good idea.

She'll read it in the morning and she won't fret.

But just say hi, don't say anythin' that'll make her worry.

Now get some sleep, get changed.

Tomorrow morning you'll go to college...

Thank goodness for your father... You're lucky I'm around.

What a rock! Goddamn you, you're such a liability!

Your dad'll sort it...

- Understood? - Come on...

Leave it to your dad...

- Hi, mum. - Honey!

I didn't see you last night.

- But you got my text? - Yeah, this morning.

How was college?

Same as usual.

- Leaving already? - Of course, it's 3:30.

- What about you? - I'm stayin' home for a bit.

- Okay. - I need to rest.

I'll come by later and get you.

Okay.

- Bye, honey. - Bye, mum.

- Hey, guys! Good evening! - Hi.

How's it goin'?

Good.

My God... this place is like a morgue.

- Really? - Yes.

D'you fancy a cake?

- You're sure? - Yes, one each.

Come on!

Let's start the inspection. Ready?

I'm skilled with my hands too!

I'm skilled with my hands too!

My God, there ain't nothin' I can't do!

You're rubbish!

Goddamn...

Sir, is that a point?

I'm sweatin', y'know.

I'll score for you now... I'll shoot a hoop with my feet.

I'll shoot a hoop with my feet, babe!

Or maybe not, huh?

What?

Maybe we're wrong and it was a dog...

It was a guy, I saw him.

But you didn't see him when you smashed him.

I'm glad nothin' came of it.

Hey?

You wanna spend your whole life thinkin' about it?

Ain't you glad?

Yeah... let's go.

- Hi, dad. - Here he is.

Where the fuck've you been?

- I've got some great news! - What?

I found out who you killed.

- Who? - A grass.

I don't understand.

That guy was a grass who was in hiding.

How the fuck do you know that?

I was at the bar playin' the slots

and I overheard what some guys were sayin'!

And it turns out that two days ago, at that place you said...

- The playin' field... - Yeah...

Someone killed an ex-member of their gang.

A son of a bitch who'd sold out to the cops.

That son of a bitch was hidin' there, he was terrified.

He only went out at night to eat.

That's why you didn't see him: he didn't wanna be seen.

- No, dad... - No...

Listen to your father:

no one'll come after you 'cause they'll think it's a feud between gangs.

They won't think it's two kids.

- So that's good? - Right.

Plus there's another thing... don't you get it?

Who the fuck d'you take after?

We've hit the fuckin' jackpot!

Without knowin' it, we've done the Pantano clan a massive favour!

D'you get me?

- D'you get it? - No.

The Pantanos...

- Did you kill that grass? - Yes.

We'll go see them, tell them that it was planned...

We'll tell them what happened...

This is our chance...

to leave this shitty life of ours behind once and for all!

- Don't you realise? - Okay...

"Okay"...

The Pantanos... I always mention them.

I grew up with Giorgio, Angelo... we went to school together...

Remember I always told you about that funny one...

- The Lazio fan... - Yeah, that's him.

I've told you a million times...

- Let me call Mirko. - Who?

You ain't fuckin' callin' Mirko! Are you nuts?

What?

With this thing, we'll sort out the problems for our family.

- He was there too... - Who's our family?

Me and you, no one else.

- All right. - We've had a stroke of luck!

Smile, my boy! I'm goin' to sleep.

We've had a stroke of fuckin' luck, for once in our lives!

- You ain't callin' no one. - No.

I bet I'd get selected for a talent show.

Not just for my voice.

I'm talkin' about my personality.

Because I'm honest,

I say exactly what I think.

Don't I?

I don't know... give it a try.

I need to be at least 18.

I have to work on my singin',

but the lessons I'm havin' are helping loads.

Really?

Sing me something.

- No. - Go on, let me hear you.

- No. - Come on, sing me something.

- Really? - Yes.

Go on.

There's nowhere I call home

I thought as I was leaving

At first I'll be sad

But I know I'll be all right

At first I'll miss you

But then I'll be all right

Because you always come back...

Did you like it?

Very moving.

- Why are you always teasin' me? - I'm being serious.

I really liked it, I swear.

So why ain't you cryin'?

Because I don't feel like cryin'.

You never cry.

I don't feel like cryin'.

'Cause nothin' bad's ever happened to you.

- What're you sayin'? Don't be a jinx! - That's true!

Nothin' bad's ever happened to you.

Like what?

If you and me broke up...

would you cry?

I would.

Manolo!

Shithead!

Where the fuck've you been?

- Hi, Mirko. - "Hi" my ass!

You won't answer your phone and you ain't in college!

- D'you wanna get kicked out? - I've failed my last three exams...

Where the fuck've you been?

You ain't answerin' my texts.

- What the fuck's happened? - Nothin'.

- Are you kiddin' me? - No.

Because of that thing?

No.

Where are you fuckin' goin'?

You're even wearing faggot's shoes.

I've always had them.

Like you've always been a jerk, right?

I'm your brother, Manolo! Did you forget that?

I'm Mirko. D'you see me?

We know everything about each other. What the fuck's happened?

It's a long story.

Tell me.

Remember that thing?

D'you remember that thing?

Well...

my dad found out who we killed.

He was a grass who was hiding from a clan that was after him.

So... he... well...

thanks to that we've hooked up with them and turned our lives around.

That's why I ain't answerin' my phone, 'cause I'm busy.

Why didn't you fuckin' tell me?

- Tell you what? - About this fuckin' thing you've done.

- Why didn't you tell me sooner? - I didn't think you'd fuckin' care!

You shouldn't think, you should've just told me!

- Sorry. - "Sorry" my ass, Manolo!

"Sorry" my fuckin' ass!

Goddammit...

Where they fuck're you goin'?

- Explain this situation to me. - What?

Who's this gang? What do they do?

- What do you think? - How d'you hook up with them?

- How? - Yeah.

- What's so fuckin' funny? - It's not like they're mates.

Did you forget that I was the one drivin' the car?

I just remember you whinin': "Let's call the cops..."

You're just a fuckin' faggot!

That's 'cause I didn't know the situation, I didn't know what to do!

'Cause I killed him!

Who took the credit for this? Me and my dad.

You piece of shit! Fuckin' faggots! You and your father!

You're a fuckin' faggot like your dad!

Go moan to the cops.

"Hey, I ran a guy over, but someone else took the credit".

You goddamn piece of shit!

Damn you, you piece of shit!

Get lost!

Get lost, chicken!

You're a motherfucker like your father!

Go get some sleep, you're losin' the plot!

You're a motherfucker!

Goddamn motherfucker!

You can't keep takin' all this medication.

You've gotta do somethin' about your teeth.

- The NHS will cover it... - They don't fuckin' cover anything.

Do something. Get the doctor to put you on the waiting list.

Or I'll go, I'll give him a beatin'...

Then we'll see if that's the way to make you better.

Is it good?

- What are you doin'? - I'm goin' to work.

- What? - I'm goin' to work.

Not today. You're gonna lie down and stay here.

You ain't movin' till you're better. Understood?

You ain't movin' till you're better. I'm goin' to work.

You're stayin' put.

Bye.

- Hi, guys. - Hi.

- How's it goin'? - All good.

- Hi, Manolo. - Hi, Ambra.

- How are you? - Good.

- Look at the jeans he got me. - Show her.

These ones, look.

Nice. You got rich, Manolo?

If I was, would I still be here?

They're cheap...

Plus she's only 1.40 mt tall...

How tall are you?

1.90.

- How tall are you? - 1.90.

- No you fuckin' ain't. - D'you wanna see my ID card?

Does it say you're a faggot too?

Come here, babe.

You come here.

Let's go.

- Bye. - Bye.

Is the little one asleep?

Yes.

Can't you sleep too?

Sometimes I'm too tired to sleep.

I'm only fit to die.

Why ain't you sleepin'?

Recently I just can't...

I like what you said about dyin'.

Hey.

What's up?

I've found a way in for you.

What d'you mean?

They've hired me to kill some Moroccan guy,

so if we do it together, you'll get in.

We can make it, bro', trust me.

There must be somethin' dodgy or you wouldn't have told me.

What can I do?

How can I get you in? I don't have all this power.

So why have they asked you to kill this guy?

You don't fuckin' get it.

They're just doin' it to scare the Moroccan gang. That's all.

End of story.

- We've just got to kill one more time. - You've never killed anyone!

You don't know how to. I was drivin' that car! I killed that guy!

D'you remember?

I forgot, sorry. You're right.

It wasn't luck, right?

Oh, it was luck now...

It was luck...

I'll do it myself.

You know what makes me fuckin' mad?

You ain't ever doubted me before.

- Carry on actin' like a faggot. - You're the faggot, shithead.

You're like a black faggot who's come askin' me for help.

"Please, help me kill this guy".

Keep jokin'.

You're shittin' your pants. I can smell it from here.

- You don't know what's comin' to you. - What's comin' to me?

Suck my dick!

"About that thing, let's do it Let me know"

- Hi, guys. - Hi, Simone.

- This is Mirko. - I'm Simone, hello.

He's the kid who helped me do that shit.

Goddammit, was there a truckload of you?

- I was drivin' and he was next to me. - Is that so?

Okay, let's go up.

- Have you ever shot a gun? - Yes.

- You? - No.

These things know how to shoot.

Just let them do their job.

The hammer is this rounded bit.

Safety catch on like this, and off like this.

Leave it like this or you'll shoot fuck all.

The magazine's already in.

If you need it, push it in until you hear a click.

To load it: hold the gun and pull back until it stops.

Then release it. Now it's loaded.

If you need to reload, press the button and it'll come out.

Put it back in.

- Anything else? - No.

Put the safety catch on and put it away.

D'you want some tonic water?

- Yes. - Sure.

Here.

Let's go have a chat outside.

What you've gotta do ain't complicated,

but you've gotta be clever about it.

All Moroccans, including our guy,

when they get behind with payments,

know they're gonna get killed, they know it's comin'.

The problem is that yours is in a shitty area, next to the central station.

Full of Chinese shops, and tourists with their luggage.

Apart from that, no one gives a shit if anyone gets killed.

The only people who could interfere are passers-by...

some fuckin' guy who might be passin' by

and who you might even have to shoot.

And that'd spell fuckin' trouble 'cause who knows what'll happen.

- You have a car, right? - Yes.

No car.

Only a jerk would bring his car. It's a liability.

Right, near the central station...

Walk away on foot. Choose a place to go and go there.

Then wait to get picked up, so no one'll notice a fuckin' thing.

My dad'll come, he's one of us now...

Yeah, but don't worry about your dad now.

It's each to their own and you ain't here thanks to him.

Listen, I ain't sayin' I don't fuckin' like him.

No, of course not.

How long d'you need to get organised?

- An hour. - What? No rush.

- Let's make it tomorrow. - Perfect.

- Perfect? - Yes.

It's perfect for the Moroccan guy too.

Hey, bro'... wait up.

- What's up? - Look where I put the gun.

Check you out!

It was there the whole time, it was killin' me.

If you want, I can go by myself.

I won't tell the others.

Wait a minute.

Let's go.

I wasn't feelin' good.

Can I have a DVD?

Manolo, he's not dead. We didn't kill him.

- What the fuck are you sayin'? - Trust me, we didn't kill him.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner?

I'll go.

Where are you goin'?

Now he's dead. Let's go.

We're in now.

We've got good chemistry, we do things well together.

I don't know why, but we do.

Then we can relax.

I'll slowly introduce you to the others.

Then we'll get two chicks who'll give us blow jobs whenever we want.

Where's your dad? It's been two hours...

I don't know.

Here he is.

Wait...

Put it here.

- Angelo? - Yes...

These are the lads.

- I've seen you before. - Yes.

- Hi, Angelo. - Hi.

- But not you. - No.

- I'm Mirko. - Hi.

Okay.

D'you wanna hand, Simone?

I'll give you a hand.

Carmine, you're not makin' sauce again! Move.

- Well, d'you wanna make it? - No, move.

- Move! - D'you need a hand?

Just shut up!

Did you buy all this stuff?

Yes.

How did you pay for this shopping?

I didn't pay for it, it was given to me.

- It was given to you? - Yes.

Who gave it to you?

A friend of mine.

Who? Do I know him?

A friend of Manolo's uncle.

He works in a supermarket that sells all this stuff...

that's about to expire so they gave me it.

How about spendin' some time with your mum instead of always hangin' out with Manolo?

We could watch the football match together.

No, I'm meetin' Manolo today too.

We're fixin' up his uncle's shop.

D'you want me to come kill you? Shall I do you that favour?

You ain't given me a cent for two weeks!

What the fuck are you doin'?

I don't give a fuck that you ain't got it! Find it!

Good man, find it.

I'll give you one more week.

Only 'cause I've known you so long, but don't fuck me over.

I'll hunt you down.

I'm takin' a selfie with Angelo.

I'm takin' a selfie with Angelo.

That's right, find it... good man.

That's right, bye.

One week, bye.

What time are the girls comin'?

Arby said 11:30, midnight.

Are they all Albanian girls?

No, it'll be a mix. But no black girls.

Albanian girls, Polish girls...

Ukrainian girls.

Do they know they're comin' to work?

They sure ain't expectin' a holiday.

Of course, there'll be the usual whinger who's fed up after 20 clients.

- Ukrainians girls are feisty. - They sure are.

Once, I was with this Romanian girl...

She was pretty...

When was this?

A long time ago!

Damn you!

Here's the buffalo mozzarella.

This is really, really fresh.

Make some room.

- Cut it! - Okay.

Give me your plate.

Where the fuck've you been?

Carmine's bustin' a girl's ass. Come and see.

I don't want to. Leave me alone, I'm just havin' a think.

Whatever, do as you please.

Easy now...

Easy...

There...

Oh God...

Arby...

Is she makin' eyes at me?

No, that's just her expression.

She's makin' me get a hard on.

Come with me.

Here I am.

Here.

You always make me come here.

Your crackers.

Water...

Wait.

Or you'll call me again.

You always call me for these fuckin' condoms.

Here.

They're crushed, I know, deal with it.

Wait.

Or like fuck will I come back for you.

Now take a walk.

Take a walk, don't look at me.

So, guys, who made this?

Me.

- What about this one? - Me.

Come here, Ambra.

Make it again.

What do you need to do first?

Again...

Come on, Ambra...

Yesterday this guy asked me:

"How much does one of them cost?"

So I said: "What?"

"One of those young girls".

I said:

"Ten thousand".

I spent five minutes sayin' to him: "Come on, take her away.

She'll do the washing, the ironing, everything".

I nearly closed the deal...

She was 15 years old.

15...

Recently, I ain't been feelin' good.

I feel shit.

That's 'cause you think.

Stop thinkin'.

Don't think.

De-stress yourself.

Buy gifts, de-stress yourself.

If you meet a girl...

"How are you?" Then buy her what she wants.

I've bought Clara a computer now too.

One of these days, we'll get engaged.

Ain't you eatin'?

Hey?

Mum?

What the fuck are you doin'?

Are you nuts?!

- You've got filth on your phone. - Mind your own fuckin' business!

She's nuts!

- She's nuts... - You've got a paedophile's phone.

You should delete those texts.

I've never met anyone who hates me as much as you do! Never!

Fuck you, Mirko!

I've been turnin' a blind eye all week!

Pretendin' you're workin' at the fish pond! Think you're clever?

Stop fuckin' shoutin'!

Your father used to tell me the same bullshit!

But he didn't whore out young girls! You make me sick!

You're a goddamn pimp!

Stop shouting, you crazy psycho!

Don't touch me!

Stop fuckin' biting! You ain't a dog!

Where the fuck are you goin'?

- Why? - What?

Why d'you leave the money in the drawer?

- But you take it! - Yeah, 'cause I need money!

If it's there, I'll take it! But that doesn't mean I'm dumb!

- I sussed you out a month ago! - Okay...

The time has come... I'm gonna kill you.

Don't touch me or I'll throw you out the window.

I'll throw you out the window!

- Understood? - Get off me!

She's a goddamn psycho.

Where are you goin'?

Get away from me!

What the fuck d'you want?

Have I ever read your texts?

Answer me! Have I ever snooped on your phone?

No, so shut your gob!

Don't act like a fuckin' saint!

When I was a kid, I saw those mags under your bed.

Full of black guy's cocks, people getting buggered...

Did I ever say anthin'? No.

What's that go to do with it?

Jack shit. Just like what you're sayin'.

Gimme a toke.

Seeing we're sharing secrets now,

I didn't finish reading the text...

How much does a girl cost?

15,000 euros?

Couldn't we afford that?

Then you could have a girl suck you off whenever you want.

Ouch!

You're hurting me...

You're hurting me...

You're hurting me, you piece of shit!

What the fuck!

Sorry, honey.

"Sorry" my ass! Jerk off during the day!

I ain't no whore.

- Are you leavin'? - Yes.

Take me home.

You can't do as you please.

Is it Dani's birthday today?

Yes, but don't come, it's just kids there.

So you think I'm a paedophile now?

I said don't come.

It's a party for a girl who's not had many parties.

Not your kind of thing, don't come.

We ain't havin' it here anyway.

Where's the fuckin' party gonna be?

At that jerk of her dad's house...

He's come back to Rome, that faggot.

Everyone's a faggot for you, right?

Should I be worried?

Go ahead and worry...

Hi, bro'.

- I'll be gone an hour. See you later. - Bye.

I like it when kids pop balloons.

- Why? - Because it scares them.

I like it.

I like it.

One'll explode now then you'll see...

There. That scared you.

Mirko's here!

Where's my little princess?

- Mirko! - Princess!

- How are you? - Fine.

You weren't expecting this, eh?

- Is it all for me? - Yes, all for you.

Look here. Are you happy?

- Yes. - Are you happy?

Really happy? Let me show you.

- Hi, kids, how are you? - Hi!

- We're good! - Great.

Will you get me a chair?

- Hi. - Hi, Mirko.

- Look here. - All this stuff!

- It's all for Dani. - Nice!

- Maybe it's too much... - Too much?

No, I'll fill your bedroom.

Let's start with the nice stuff.

- Nice, eh? - That's what I wanted!

Isn't it a nice computer?

Only you have one. I don't even have one!

I looked everywhere for these 'cause I knew you liked them.

Take a look.

Shoes!

The ones that light up!

Everyone'll follow you at school.

- You'll be the school's princess. - Nice.

Are you happy?

What else do we have?

Now we're getting to the serious stuff.

- No way... - What did I say?

Open it, go on.

Careful.

My goodness! It's bigger than you.

Isn't it great?

How many kisses do I get?

- How many? - Loads.

Let's start with one.

Are you happy, poppet?

Me too.

- Shall we go play? - Yes!

- Capture the flag? - Yes!

Let's go play "capture the flag"!

Those kids cracked me up. They're great.

- That one with the eye patch... - You're a jerk.

- You ruined Dani's party. - What the fuck?

I made it better. You were all lookin' sad before.

You spent 100 euros on those gifts. I spent 3,000...

Let's go over there for a chat.

- What the fuck for? - To chat.

Without spoiling the party for your mum and my daughter.

So she's your daughter now?

She lives in our house, with my mother... with me.

Do you actually give a fuck about your daughter?

Who the fuck are you?

With your stupid accent, I can't fuckin' stand you!

Have you ever given a fuck about my mum's teeth?

- Do you bring money home? - I do, so don't worry.

To your house! But not to mine.

You only bring money home 'cause you've nowhere to fuckin' put it.

Here, this is where I'll put my money!

That's the last time, from now on this piece of shit can do it.

In fact, rent my room out, I ain't comin' back!

Fuck you!

Go fuck yourselves!

Sorry.

Stay as long as you like.

But I need a long-term solution.

Somewhere where I can live in peace, like a hotel.

- A hotel? - Yes.

- Nice. - Nice, eh?

- I've never been to a hotel. - You think I have?

Served on hand and foot. How great. Everything clean.

I was thinkin': why should we live the way we did before?

You can take Ambra to the hotel...

- Who? - Ambra.

Who gives a fuck about Ambra?

I'll take some chick who works for us.

You're right.

It's crazy, you know.

What is?

That it's all over, in a second.

That we turned our lives around...

We really did...

Imagine if we were still deliverin' pizzas.

D'you think about that night?

Sometimes.

I think about it all the time.

Strange, eh?

From nought to 1,000... just like that!

That's our job, right? Killing people.

Too right.

The whores, that shitty stuff... You and me are killers.

That's why we should hassle Angelo, Carmine...

- They don't give a fuck. - Simone...

I told 'em, they don't give a fuck.

We'll tell them again.

That's what we want to do.

They're nice and fresh.

- Straight from the sea. - They're nice and juicy.

Do you want to mop the sauce up?

They're delicious.

What shall we do?

Shall we kill them?

It's the most logical thing.

Send the killers in.

Who?

- Chip and Dale. - Who are they?

Are you nuts? Two kids against that bastard?

You say that 'cause you don't know them.

I still don't get why they were so eager to join us.

Those two don't give a fuck about anything.

They just enjoy killing.

They're loose cannons, two psychos.

I get it, but who have they killed? That grass and the Moroccan guy.

It ain't a matter of skill or experience...

They ain't conscious about what they're doin'.

They just do it. That's why it's easy.

They're cut out for it, it's what they're made for.

I don't give a fuck what they're made for.

Let's send Alfredo so we won't need to worry.

If we fail, what'll happen?

We risk losing men, retaliations...

Those two are new, no one knows them.

If they succeed, they've done their job and we're sorted.

Otherwise...

We'll have two less kids to worry about, without any link to us.

Why d'you fuckin' hate them so much?

D'you want them killed?

Let's see...

I reckon they'll succeed. You wanna bet on it?

Call them over.

Guys, come here.

Sit down.

We've got a score to settle. We've got to kill someone.

- D'you feel up to it? - Sure.

This guy's a fuckin' pain, he wants to take over our turf.

We wanna show him he's wrong, that we're in charge here.

To stop others thinkin' they can just fuckin' walk all over us.

- Right? - Right.

The guy you're gonna kill got a pardon. His name's Ruggero Perego.

He's an ex-boxer, but he started makin' money later.

Ruggero lives in Rieti, in a shack.

- Simone will fill you in. - Leave it to me.

He retired because business is good and he wanted some peace.

We want to give him peace... eternal peace...

This is different to other jobs you've done up to now.

But I've been watchin' you...

and I wanna give you this chance.

Is that clear?

If it goes well, I'll introduce you to the Captain.

- Thanks. - Now go relax.

Thanks.

D'you hear that?

Hush, they're looking.

You made it sound like we're the ones defending our turf.

Who cares... let the youngsters dream.

It's gotta be done at night: at 2 or 3.

Rieti's an hour and a half away.

When you get to Poggio Fidoni, you take the dirt road.

It goes through deserted fields.

At a certain point, you'll see a series of shacks,

where Ruggero lives and where, before he died, his dad lived.

He'll have one or two fighting dogs with him.

Perfect!

They're cross-breeds, they'll go straight for your throat.

Pistols will be of no use. I'll get you tasers, don't worry.

As far as he's concerned,

the best way to kill him is to catch him off guard.

While he's asleep would be ideal.

But in any case, if something goes wrong, if he sees you,

what you mustn't do is run away.

The land surrounding his shack is so vast

that he'll easily track you down in his jeep.

Avoid getting close to him. He's a boxer.

His fists are weapons just like the rifle under his pillow.

So keep at a safe distance.

Shoot him, leave and head back to Rome.

If something goes wrong... I don't need to tell you...

just improvise 'cause it'll be your call.

- All right? - Perfect.

And if it ain't, we'll make it perfect.

Mirko...

What?

Have you ever thought of killin' Angelo?

Or Carmine, with that fuckin' glass eyeball of his.

We'd be fuckin' rid of them all.

Stay calm.

First we've gotta kill this guy.

I didn't get jack shit!

I didn't get jack shit!

I didn't get jack shit!

I didn't get jack shit about what was goin' on!

It's my fault!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Forgive me, please!

I'm fuckin' sorry!

It's my fault!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

I'm fuckin' sorry, bro'!

No!

Fuck...

Well, what's up?

Hey...

We shouldn't have gone.

You know what your son's like, he's fearless.

I know, he's my son.

What happened?

They came face to face and they shot each other.

He collapsed on the ground.

I just stood there like a jerk.

What do you mean "like a jerk"?

You just did what you could, I know you...

Don't say that.

I don't know what to fuckin' do.

What can you do... nothing.

This is what happens to those who choose to live like us...

It's 4:00, you're knackered. Go rest.

Sleep.

You're right, I'm tired.

My son's dead.

Hi, mum.

I was being as quiet as I could.

This is what you woke me up for.

I'm goin' to the bathroom.

Yes.

I ain't seen you in ages.

AS Roma won 2-0. Did you watch?

I swear, I'm really sorry about what happened.

I wish we hadn't fallen out.

We're here, aren't we?

I'm goin' to ask you a question.

You have to answer.

Where would you like to live if you didn't live in Rome?

Where?

Any place, the first you think of.

In Molise.

Molise?

You never know, one day dreams might come true.

I'm goin' to the bathroom.

I've got stuff to do.

I have to go.

Bye, mum.

Sorry, I've got coffee on my lips.

Don't worry.

Mum...

Mum!

What?

POLICE

- Hi. - Hi, honey.

- A pouch of tobacco, please. - Yes.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm tired.

I ain't surprised, with all those bags!

How come you're here?

No reason. Just hangin' out with some friends.

I almost forgot! Let me show you something.

Like it?

That way he's always with me.

What d'you think?

Why don't you get one too?

With Mirko's name.

It doesn't hurt. He's a friend of mine, I'll get you a discount.

I'm goin' home to make dinner for my little girl.

What'll you make?

Whatever we have.

Subtitles: Laser S. Film s.r.l. - Rome