All language subtitles for Romanzo.Criminale.La.Serie.S02E05

- Why all the hurry to see me?
- You helped me, didn't you?

I'm returning the favour.

I'm planning a police raid.
Come with me. We'll share the credit.

For what?

For arresting Rome's
biggest criminal organization.

The offices of
the Ministry of Industry?

- What are you expecting to find?
- I don't know.

But trust me,
we'll find something.

Bullshit!

I tell you what: we go in there,

and if we don't find anything,
you were right, I talk bullshit.

5 o'clock?
No, I can't, I'm busy.

What do you mean?
Italy's playing Poland.

It's the World Cup semifinal.

Police. We have a warrant
to search the ministerial offices.

- What are you looking for?
- You'll know when we find it.

If we find it.

Commissioner!
Commissioner Scialoja!

- Where does this lead to?
- A back entrance.

I've done it though.

It's an armoured door
and it's locked.

- Open it.
- It's been closed for years.

Open it.

Open this fucking door!

What is this stuff?

It's their powder keg, Rizzo.
The gang's arsenal.

You do realise these are ministerial
offices? That belong to the state?

Now do you see
how big this business is?

I want their names.

They paid me,
500,000 lire a month.

All I had to do was keep the door
locked, and make sure no one went in.

Who paid you?
Who paid you?

Who offered you the job?
One of these men?

- Recognize anyone else?
- All of them.

They've all used
that room at some time.

What are you doing?
Get out of the way!

I will. But if I were you, I'd start
the engine and get out of here.

The police have discovered
your arsenal,

and a witness
has identified you from a photo.

And who the fuck are you?

Can you imagine?
Italy versus Poland.

- Whose side will the Pope be on?
- Why?

Don't you know?
He's Polish.

- He'll support Poland then.
- But he came to Rome to be Pope.

Angelina, answer the door.

- Why? Who is it?
- Buffoni, come to watch the match.

- He's no friend of mine. You go.
- They're just kicking off.

- Hurry up, then you won't miss it.
- Angelina!

- I'll go.
- Good.

- Hurry up, it's about to start.
- We have to go.

- Where to?
- Hurry, the police are on their way.

- Scrocchiazeppi, let's go.
- Where? What about the match?

Are we sure no one
will find us here?

Sardo hid here when they were
looking all over Italy for him.

How did they find the weapons?

We still don't know,
the lawyer's trying to find out.

- We know nothing?
- Only that we're all wanted.

- All of us.
- What do we do?

We can't stay here
for the rest of our lives.

- Can't we turn the TV on a sec?
- Scrocchiazeppi.

- Only to see the result.
- Behave.

Don Mimmo called me
before all hell broke loose.

He wants to talk
to us about business.

Don Mimmo himself! Crikey!
You see?

One Sardo dies
and another comes along.

You didn't find them.
They'd already gone?

All of them!
How the fuck did they do that?

They got a tip-off,
from the same source.

I'm beginning to think
you're not such a jerk.

It's like a wall I've been hitting
my head against for five years.

- But I've still not had enough.
- What do we do now?

We can only gather more evidence
and have it assessed.

Let's not talk crap, you know
very well why they found the guns.

- Someone squealed.
- Someone who knows our business.

What do you reckon, Freddo?
Was it Donatella?

- Why do you think it was her?
- We kicked her out.

Perhaps she wanted to pay us back,
with interest.

Or perhaps it was
your little friend?

I hear she's vanished, and her queer
friend's nowhere to be found either.

We'll talk about that later.
This is it.

Good evening, Don Mimmo.

Well?
What do you want to talk about?

Unfinished business.

We don't like this thing
about Sardo going missing.

We're not here
to talk business, are we?

This is business.
Very important business.

You do know
what my problem is, don't you?

- What's that got to do with us?
- I want you to solve it.

I see. Let's go,
we're just wasting our time here.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What do you want, Don Mimmo?

He's coming with us.

You have two days: you either find
Sardo or whoever got rid of him,

or your friend will disappear
the same way Sardo did. Understand?

I want a guarantee
nothing will happen to him.

My word is your guarantee.

Do what I told you and your friend
will return home in one piece.

Let's go.

Freddo, don't worry, your trip
to Vesuvius will be a short one.

Napoli...

What the fuck have you done?

- You laid a trap for me.
- I swear I didn't know about it.

I hope that's true, because I have
to work out who's the traitor here.

Get up,
get this old banger started up.

If that son of a bitch
Sardo hadn't...

Whatever, they can't take Freddo
like that. Right, Dandi?

- What are we going to do?
- I say we go to Naples.

- We'll make blood flow.
- What guns will we use?

They've confiscated
all our weapons.

It's madness
to wage war on the Camorra.

- You're not allowed an opinion.
- Trentadenari's right, Dandi.

What do you think
we should do?

- How will we get Freddo back?
- You're right, but wrong too.

We won't get anywhere without
weapons, we can't tackle the Camorra.

Well said. We'll have to get hold
of some irons from somewhere.

No, we've only got two days,

Nero's the only one
who can get us something fast.

I'll contact Nero.

Well done.

Are you still here?
Get to school, go on!

It's late, just look at you!
Pair of rascals!

Have you ever been
to Naples, boy?

No.

- Pity, you'll never see it.
- Don Mimmo,

this is total bullshit.

- Keep your eye on him.
- Don't worry.

I would have preferred to talk
to the clients, not their lawyer.

I'm sorry, my clients
are unavailable right now.

Shall we throw you
in jail instead then?

Jail? You're going a little too fast.
We could take it a step at a time.

I could ask around.
How come my clients are wanted?

- Scialoja, can I have a word?
- Excuse me.

How's it going with the arsenal?

Fine. They're doing tests, and we'll
be talking to the witness soon.

I have a request from Police HQ
in Milan. I want you to see to it.

- Why Milan?
- The Rosone shooting.

The hit man was from Rome: Daniele
Mastronardi, known as Nembo Kid.

Criminal record for various crimes.

The people in Milan want to know
who sent him, and why.

- Why are you asking me?
- Nembo Kid had a phone book.

They found the name
of someone you know very well.

- Mario De Angelis.
- Dandi.

Perhaps our gang had something
to do with this shooting too.

Okay. I'll let you know
as soon as I have news.

So it's confirmed.
Scialoja knew where to look.

Yes, he went straight there.

They've even got a witness
who gave him your names.

- Who?
- The custodian.

There... the gates of heaven
have just opened up for him.

No, I don't want to hear these
things. And he's in a safe place,

well-protected with all his family.

I might have known!

Until the witness
changes his version of the facts,

there's nothing I can do.

The fact is
we can't do much from here.

We need someone from outside,

who can't be traced back to us.

I know who we can turn to.

An apartment in the centre of town.
Did well for himself this Nembo Kid!

Yeah. Pity someone
decided to ruin the furnishings.

We're wasting our time, Canton.
They've cleaned the place up already.

I've seen this girl before.

- Get in.
- What do you want?

I don't have time
to answer questions. Get in.

- Are you being followed?
- The cops are on our backs.

- What do you want from me?
- We need your help.

You want me to take care of your
business? You dumped me, you know.

All right,
but we've changed our minds.

Where's Freddo?
How come he didn't come?

Freddo's not in
a very good position right now,

and I have to find a way
to bring him home in one piece.

Now do you see
why I'm in a hurry?

Well?

What do you want me to do?

This is the traitor who got us into
trouble. Make him lose his memory.

All right.

- Let me know about Freddo.
- You just take care of that.

Why are we going
through these again?

- Here she is.
- Nice piece of ass. Who is she?

I don't know her name,
but look at this other photo.

Daniele Mastronardi.
He went to Milan to kill Rosone,

and his girlfriend
hangs out here.

She's no client,
she's one of the gang.

If she's a mobster's wife,
we'll find out.

- I'll use my informers.
- Yes.

Let's get this Nembo Kid's
phone book checked over carefully.

All right.

- Hello, I've brought your shopping.
- How much do I owe you?

Don't worry about it,
we'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

Husband and wife have stayed home
all day. Only the son goes out.

- Is he being watched?
- Not much. I can try him.

All right, go ahead.

We might have solved one problem.
We've still got the other one.

Nero's expecting you.
I told him nothing.

Good.

Call Zio Carlo's restaurant and
order lobster for two for tomorrow.

If we're to wage war on the Camorra,
we have to work something out:

whether our allies will protect us,
or if we have to act alone.

Sir, take a look at this.

- What is it?
- The report from Forensics.

One of the guns found in the arsenal
is the weapon used to kill Libanese.

- You look weary.
- I'm fine.

Why do you need these guns so
urgently? To top up the arsenal?

No, we have to start from scratch.
They found those at the Ministry.

When?

Yesterday. Why?

No reason. I can imagine
you're in a tight spot.

Yes, but Freddo's
in an even tighter one.

What's happened to him?

The Camorra.
They decided to kidnap him,

to force us to hand over
Sardo's killer.

- Then what are you waiting for?
- I can't, believe me.

- You want to wage war on the Camorra?
- I just want to save Freddo.

I can't afford to waste any time.
So if you can help...

All right.
I know where to find guns.

But on one condition:
I want a forged ID card.

- Have you decided you want out?
- I don't like other people's wars.

- Tell the old man I want out.
- The reason?

A gun that was supposed to remain
hidden is about to be discovered.

What do we do now?

We've found your weapons arsenal.

Well done, you've earned your wage
this month. Can I go now?

Did the Gemitos
have access to the arsenal?

Still thinking about the Gemitos? The
maggots will have got to them by now.

I do think about them.
And do you know why?

The gun that killed Libano came from
there. It's one of your own guns.

What the fuck have
you thought up now?

- So Nero has decided to go away.
- That's right.

Get someone to tell him
he can go in peace.

- I'll do it myself.
- No, get someone else to do it.

Someone who has
to make his mind up now.

The gun used to kill Libano?
Who told you?

Someone from Police HQ,
someone reliable.

This business of the gun has to
remain our secret. For now at least.

All right.

Zio Carlo is willing to see you.
In the usual place.

Hi, Nicola.

- Do I know you?
- I know your daddy.

Come here,
I have a message for him.

I'll whisper it in your ear.

Have you got that?

Ciolli, what's the matter?

Are you all right?

- What was so urgent?
- We've got a big problem.

- The Camorra have got Freddo.
- What a shame!

But what do you want us
to do about that?

We need your help.

You know what we say? You scratch
our back and we'll scratch yours.

You've had favours done,
and you owe us favours too.

Nembo Kid is dead, you'll have
to talk to him from now on.

He's a trusted and wise man,
and he knows everything.

Before we do anything for you,
we want you to take Nero out.

- Why's that?
- Because of that Milan business.

So Nero was the guy who ran off?
He was in on it with Nembo Kid.

How long has
he been working for you?

Who do you think
took Maurizio Gemito out?

Let me get this straight, Nero works
for you and you want to take him out?

You don't need to get it straight,
just get rid of him.

You can't walk out
without giving us an answer.

An answer for what?
I don't even know who you are.

- I'm the Maestro.
- Well, you can't teach me anything.

Well? What was so urgent?

It's just that...

The other day...
I was mistaken.

All those photos you showed me.
I only knew the first guy. Proietti.

Libanese?

- Who just happens to be dead.
- You told us you knew them all...

..not just Proietti.
- You got me confused.

Have they paid you well?
Or have they threatened you?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Then how did the gun that killed
Proietti get back to the arsenal?

Brought by a ghost?

My client is withdrawing
his previous statement,

so you'll have to resign yourself.

Get this into your head!
You're going to jail!

Give him a lift home.

Goodbye...

But we've still struck them a blow.
We've confiscated their arsenal.

Yes, but they'll build it up
again in a flash.

Your friends aren't up to much.

Time's running out.

When do you need
this ID card for?

Yesterday.

It's me, Dandi,
open the door.

And we can file this away too.

I feel like Don Quixote
fighting the windmills.

You didn't imagine all this, sir.
It's real.

Yes, but the result's the same.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

Just that I've got the guns.
Have you got my ID card?

Fresh off the press!

Now give me the guns.

I'm pleased to see
you again, boys.

After the P2 scandal, we need
people who look to the future.

Italy needs an authoritarian,
oligarchic turning-point,

..that will liberate us from...
- Professor!

I'm in a hurry. Spare me this
bullshit and show me these weapons.

As you wish. Follow me,
I've got them here.

Nice, eh? It's taken me
years to put them together.

- There are some valuable pieces...
- 20 million lire.

But this stuff
is worth double that.

You want an authoritarian change?
Then I say they're worth 20 million.

- Where did you get these from?
- From the Professor.

- Didn't he have anything better?
- All you ever do is complain.

- These have been in the war.
- Just as well.

Because if you haven't realised yet,
this is a war.

So it's a serious matter? Do you
really want to wage war on Don Mimmo?

I just want to sort out this stupid
situation. And quickly.

And if it means taking out a few
Neapolitans, I won't hold back.

What does Zio Carlo say?

He says he's neutral.

So we're on our own.

Trentadenari, call Don Mimmo,
arrange us a meeting with him.

We're going to get Freddo back.

Let's hope these work.

- Tell Freddo I'll be in touch.
- You can tell him yourself.

- What do you mean?
- You can't just walk off.

Freddo needs help,
your help too.

Come on, Nero. Bufalo and Ricotta
are out of the game.

We need a weapons expert.

This is your war, not mime.

I told you that, I don't like
fighting other people's wars.

Yes, but I know you. You wouldn't
like Freddo on your conscience.

You're a lucky boy.

This came from Milan. One of the
numbers in Nembo Kid's phone book

was that of a girl
called Donatella Cabiate.

You're welcome,
don't mention it!

Here they are now!

You still haven't told us
what your plan is.

I'll make him
an offer he can't refuse.

Nero, come with me.
Watch my back.

If anything goes wrong,
you know what to do.

Nero, satisfy my curiosity.
Who pulled the trigger?

What's he doing?

Who killed Libanese?
You or Nembo Kid?

I did.

What the fuck do you want?

I want to know why. What had the
fuckin' Mafia got to do with it?

Because, Nero, they're the ones
who put this gun in my hand.

You'll have to ask
Zio Carlo that.

Say hello to Libano
for me, you rat.

Don Mimmo,
I couldn't find Sardo for you.

But that guy on the ground there
is the one who took him out.

For what reason?

He'd done a job for Sardo,
and he wouldn't pay up.

But Nero was irascible,
and trigger-happy.

- And why should I believe that?
- Because if you don't...

my friends here are ready
to pull their triggers.

Do you prefer
an army on a war footing,

or an army ready and willing to
peddle your stuff all over Rome?

Let's say we're quits,

we've both lost a man.

You really are a son of a bitch.

So you never considered
waging war on the Camorra?

No, but I wanted you to think that,
especially Nero.

- Why Nero?
- He used our guns for other people.

He was the one who shot Rosone,
with Nembo Kid. Mafia business.

I never trusted him.

And he was involved in Bologna too.
Remember our gun that was fired?

- Who do you think took it?
- That son of a bitch.

I've spoken to Vasta. The witness
has withdrawn his statement.

- We can go home now.
- Really?

- Come on, we're still in time.
- What for?

To watch the World Cup final,
Italy versus Germany.

Am I supposed to believe you?

- Why?
- Who's to say it's not another lie?

Like the one you told Don Mimmo,
or the lies you told Nero?

- What is it you don't understand?
- You.

You killed Nero
just for using our guns.

One traitor less
is no big deal.

Especially if I used him
to save your ass.

What else aren't
you telling me?

Go home,

relax, and reflect on the fact that
it was the only thing I could do.

Italy is about to attack again...

I can't see
a fuckin' thing, let's go.

No, it's nearly over.
Let me through.

Get out of the way!
Let me through!

Let me through!
Get out of the fucking way!

We're 40 seconds into extra time...

What the fuck does that mean?

World Champions!
World Champions!

Italy has won the World Cup final
beating Germany 4-1.

Now go fuck yourself!

I heard you were very
convincing with the kid.

It was very quick, like this.
You can go now.

What? I've come all
the way here to thank you.

I even missed
the World Cup final,

and you're sending me packing?

I knew you were
putting me to the test.

You wanted to know if I was the one
who told the police about the guns.

- You could have asked me to my face.
- I will now then. Was it you?

Who do you think I am?

I would have had you arrested too,
not just told them about the guns.

Do you think
I was born yesterday?

If I was you,
I'd look in your own home.

- What do you mean?
- Only what I said. Nothing more.

Look in your own home before you look
for the rot in other people's homes.

But if you're interested,
Freddo is safe and sound.

He's at home, on his own.

- Who is it?
- A friend.

What are you doing here?

I came to celebrate
Italy's victory.

It doesn't take you crooks
long to get over someone.

I want to know why.

Go and celebrate Italy winning the
World Cup. Or don't you give a damn?

I want to know why Nembo Kid
and Nero took out Libano.

You want to know why?

Because Libanese had lost it,
he was lost in his insanity.

And we need young men
to give orders in Rome.

He died to make room
for you, Dandi,

the new king of Rome.

And now go and celebrate, it's
not the day for asking questions.

No, I need to ask you
something else.

If I am the new king of Rome,
who's Freddo?

He's your problem, yours alone.

What are you doing? Look at them.
They're all celebrating.

A fine celebration
for the new king of Rome,

Dandi.