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So?

No, not at all.

I can add mushrooms, ham, anchovies.

- No, no... - Oh well.

Peppe, could you bake this?

Yes, Carmine.

I wanted to make a pizza for the princess. It's our first date.

Sure thing, Carmine.

AN ITALIAN GOURMET CRIME STORY

Why does he let you make pizza?

Eh, because this place is ours.

I convinced Pasquale to buy it, so it became our headquarters.

- Pasquale? The Scimitar? - Yeah.

The man who commands half of Naples.

Do you really know him?

Of course I know him.

Ever since a guard tried to shoot him

and my father stood in front of him to protect him.

May he rest in peace.

From that moment on, he never takes a step without me.

It seems to me that he's taking steps without you.

Eat your pizza, I'll be right back.

What is it, Raffael?

Pasquale is acting crazy.

Go...

- Hey Carmine, good to see you. - What happened?

I came here to fix some things with that asshole, Guiliano. You?

- Is he in trouble? - Yeah, he ran away

with my 300 thousand euros.

I know where he is,

and I know he's your friend, that's why I didn't tell you anything.

Friend or not, if he did something, he'll pay for it.

I want to be there, at least this one time...

All right...

What's this moron going to do?

But you don't go in... You wait inside the car.

And check that he doesn't escape from the back.

I'll just stay guard?

Carmine, you're not made for these things...

I know you, you're too good.

You don't trust me, do you?

You want in?

All right, show me what you got.

Jessica!

We'll finish up next time,

- I've got to go. - Yeah.

Hey Carmine, stay sharp.

Salvador, you go in from the back.

Raffael, you come with me.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I want a sandwich with a... With sausage, please.

Do you want broccoli?

No, I'm good.

Sausage only.

And a beer, please.

- Bye. - See you later.

They left you by yourself?

- Stop! - I thought we were friends.

- The gun! Damn it! - You're an idiot!

Giuliano! Hey! Stop right there!

Come here...

Are you really going to shoot me?

Huh?

We've known each other since we played with toy cars.

Fuck the toy cars, Giuliano!

You stole from Pasquale, what'd you think was going to happen?!

I didn't steal anything...

What's in the bag?

Why does that matter? I earned it.

It's Pasquale who takes everything for himself.

I've always paid on time, always!

He wants to keep my block.

And you want me to shoot me?!

Leave the bag, Giuliano.

Hurry up!

And if I disappear?

Go on, then...

- Bye! - Run away, now!

Bye!

Who's shooting?

Move!

What happened?

What happened?

Does he speak? What the fuck happened?

Eh, I had Giuliano in front of me...

We started talking, and...

I told him to go.

You know I'm fond of him...

I thought you were actually friends.

When we were little, you took us to the park, we played ball...

You were four years old, four!

Do you understand what he did?

He stole my 300 thousand euros and ran away.

How many times have I told you?

Business and feelings never mix!

Get that straight in your head.

- I was wrong. - Yes, you were.

- And you'll pay for it. - Right.

Like everyone else.

Go wait for me outside.

I said to wait for me outside. Go.

Do you understand what mess you got me in?

What did I tell you? You are not suited for these things.

And instead of listening to me, you insisted!

I wanted to show you that I could do it, Pasquale.

- If you give me a chance, I... - What chance?

What chance do you want, Carmine?!

You slow me down, and I can't afford it.

You have to get out of here!

Far away...

Go where?

I'll take care of it.

You'll go to Rome.

Rome?

Pasquale, what am I going to do up there in Rome?

My family is here, next to you, give me something here, not in Rome...

You will do as I say.

It's a job for you.

Don't you like it?

- Walk, asshole. - Downtown, a restaurant.

Why are you giving me that look?

No...

You'll own a restaurant.

- I'll be the owner? - Only by law, though.

Write your initials on each page.

It's just that, you have a lot of jobs,

what do you need in a restaurant in Rome?

It's not really a restaurant, it's... It's a laundry.

We'll send you cash every week and you stamp receipts

for the amount we sent you.

Then, you'll go to the bank and deposit that same cash.

All clean, huh?

And I hold onto it until Monday?

We got you a house with a special safe.

But, if it works as a restaurant, what do I serve the customers?

You can give them shit, for all I care.

Just don't give yourself away with what's really going on.

Carmine...

Carmine, all of this...

I do it for your father, the man who saved my life.

But now, you and I are square.

If you do some bullshit, then what has to happen, happens.

And this time, I'll take care of it on my own!

Understood?

Carmine, you don't have to do anything in this job.

So my question is: "can you do nothing?"

- Excuse me. - Yeah.

Where's the fucking stove?

There is none, no cooking, they said.

I have to fetch the frozen food in the morning,

and then defrost it with these microwaves.

And who the fuck are you?

I'm... I'm the cook.

But under the circumstances, I'm the defroster.

That's more realistic.

Rosario, my pleasure.

Carmine.

Are you... Are you the boss here?

- Okay. - Okay.

Listen, Robberto!

- Rosario! - Rosario.

When are you going to pick up the frozen food?

I'm going to pick them up at ten.

And where do we store it?

In the freezing compartment.

Come, I'll show you.

It just got here, you see...

Yeah, yeah, close it, it's cold.

So, we'll open tomorrow.

Everything must work like a Swiss watch,

because the more things work, the less I need to be here.

- Okay? - Okay.

Yeah, there... Move right.

There you go, go like this, go... Turn a little bit.

Get it up, up, up.

And stop!

What do you want?

Fuck off!

Look at this...

Come on, then...

- Greetings. - Hello.

Telephone answering service...

And open up!

The door!

That bitch.

As you can see, I cleaned them all, from the first to the last euro.

Bravo...

There's more coming, Carmine.

Can you handle it?

Sure.

- Mr. Carmine! -¿Yes?

There is a problem with a table.

I'll come back, Vincenzo

It's not edible... Look, you'll feel ill!

- Don't eat these things! - What's going on?

- Please, can I talk to someone? - Calm down, please...

I'll take care of it.

- What happened? - Are you the manager?

Yes.

Congratulations. Excellent. Do you call this carbonara?

This stuff here is thawed, and even...

Thawed more than once! Then there's the egg that stinks!

It's rotten. I feel ill.

- You'll make everyone ill. - I understand, please lower your voice.

Call it what you want, but just stay calm

or give me the courtesy of leaving.

The young lady has paid already, come on!

Maybe you didn't understand...

I'll call the health department, let's see what they think

- of what you serve in here. - Who are you calling?!

- Come on... - Don't touch me!

- Come on, go! - Asshole!

I'll call the police, I'll report you.

Call the police, the health department, the firemen...

just go away.

I spilled my blood in this place!

I spilled blood on it!

And you destroyed it, you raped it!

- There was only this... - Raped... Don't exaggerate!

Is everything all right?

Are you trying to console me?

No, I wanted to know if everything was okay.

Go fuck yourself.

You go fuck yourself!

Sorry, huh!

It's just a little...

Carmine, are there any problems?

- No, no, no. - Sure? Oh, well.

The money is downstairs.

So...

Now that you are going back to Naples ...

- Yeah...? - You'll tell Pasquale

that you saw that the restaurant is doing well, I'm doing good...

That I learned from my mistakes and I am ready to go back to Naples.

- But are you really? - Yeah.

You're foolish.

You should be lighting a candle to a saint

and thanking them that they haven't offed you.

You don't go back to Naples.

You stay here, forever.

Okay, now I'll call Pasquale, don't worry...

Call Pasquale?!

So, you haven't gotten it yet?!

That was what he told me.

He left you here in Rome because you became a burden.

Goodbye, Carmine.

Basically, cooking saved my life.

Let's say I was a complicated little girl.

And then at 17 I walked into a kitchen and never went out.

And how did you manage to get Cristina Bauermann

to work with you at just 19 years old?

I chained myself in front of the restaurant.

You are now 26 and you have your own restaurant, Picchio blu.

- which opens tomorrow. - I can't wait.

"The kitchen of the Picchio blu is well-built, but cold:

behind the perfect technique of chef Banega

it's difficult to identify a soul. Pretentious"

What an asshole.

"Picchio blu closes.

Consuelo Banega sadly returns to the staff of..."

"From which she left only 15 months earlier."

Good evening, ladies.

- Good evening. - Hello, good evening!

- Is it possible...? - Do you have a reservation?

No.

- I can accommodate you. - Please! Thank you.

- Come with me. - Thank you.

Pastina in how long?

- Do we make two? - Yes, chef.

Come on guys, I see you a little soft today, come on!

Yes, chef!

Can I get you some water?

- Sparkling... - Very well, I'll leave you the menu.

Thank you.

- Table eight, go. - Yes chef!

How long does it take for the...

- Good evening. - Evening, here you go:

Foie gras chantilly on crouton with chocolate, rosemary, and raspberry.

But I didn't ask for anything.

Oh, no, no, this is our amuse-bouche.

A gift from the chef.

Ah. So then, thank the chef.

Absolutely.

- Excuse me... - Yes?

- What's your name? - Jacopo.

- Jacopo, can you do me a favor? - Of course.

Go ask the chef for another plate like this one, because it's excellent.

- Sure, I'll ask. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Jacopo, can you bring me another one, please?

Immediately.

In the meantime, our cutlet with pepper glaze, piennolo jelly and herb air.

What is this? A work of art?

That scent, is this perfume?!

I mean, it reminds me of when I was a child.

Reminds me of my grandmother.

Thank you.

Is there thyme in this?

I don't know. I'll ask.

Holy shit! Is it written in my recipe or not?

But does it work or not?

The point is, you work for me.

I decide the recipes!

Just because you don't have the guts to say it's okay.

Excuse me? Which one of us has two stars and which one has none of them?

Just to remind you who should speak and who should listen.

Ah, at table two they ask if there is any thyme in the ribs?

You see?

You see that your shitty thyme has nothing to do with the dish?

This is shit! Now go to the table and apologize.

- What did he say? - Who?

He complained? Who is it?

No, not at all! He looks more like a fan.

He ordered the whole menu, but...

How the fuck?!

What the fuck are you doing here?

What a coincidence!

Did you make these ribs?

- What if I did? - Spectacular! Very good!

Bravo, you are phenomenal, my God!

If I knew it was for you, I would've spit on the plate.

Oh, what the fuck are you still doing here? Get off the Vespa!

That's my Vespa! Get off the fucking Vespa immediately!

- Can I tell you something? - No!

I got an idea!

You come work for me...

No, who the hell are you?

Do you want your restaurant back or not?

Are you kidding me?

Because it takes me a second to hit you on the head.

Kidding you?!

The restaurant is mine. I decide what to do with it.

You killed Picchio blu.

Do you take me for an idiot?

I know very well how many places are in the hands of the Camorra.

I've already relied on the wrong people once and...

And the restaurant went under.

Just because someone comes from Naples

doesn't make them part of the mafia or a criminal.

But what do I know about these commonplaces, these prejudices?!

It's true, I don't have a lot of experience in the kitchen,

but I worked in the family's pizzeria.

And I want to learn.

I believe in your talent and I want to invest in it.

That's all.

But maybe you don't believe in yourself.

Maybe you're afraid of failing again, is that it?

What the fuck is going on?

Does this mean you accept?

Yeah.

But on my terms.

I decide everything. Menus, vendors, and staff.

I want absolute autonomy.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Show me how we're doing.

All frozen!

Aren't you ashamed?

Um, pretty girl, these are frozen foods of the highest level.

Is she crazy? Who is she?

- What's she doing in the kitchen? - Rosa, let's go, take the boys,

- go home, we won't open today. Go! - Come on!

What the fuck have you done to my kitchen?

- What'd I do? - You removed everything!

The fires are missing.

Okay, there is... The pipelines there, there is a hood!

Look, these folkloric things...

- No, this is the God of football, and... - No, I don't want him in my kitchen...

We have to redo everything...

But we need money, do you have that money?

Eh, then I'll contact the suppliers again.

I'll see you tomorrow at the market, at seven.

In the morning?

Six and a half.

Let's see this money right here...

Don't look. Those are wholesalers.

We go to the farmers.

Fuck... come on Carmine.

- Where are you going? - Come, come.

No way... What paradise is this?

- Is that a pezzogna?! - That came from Ischia last night.

Until recently, he was talking, still.

Eh, you can tell, it has a keen eye.

Consuelo!

Come here!

- Consuelo! - Ah, Banega!

That shameless...

There she is!

Why are you shouting?

- She owes me! - Well, all right...

Lower your voice, wait a moment, put the knife down...

Spare me a moment, come on.

- What, is she your friend? - Walk, walk.

How do you know her?

I know her, I know her.

It's been a lifetime now that she owes me

- these 3000 euros, understand? - So, you have to listen to me...

Consuelo! Chef, come on!

Should I wash this for you or...?

Chef, firstly, my apologies...

Don't worry about it.

- We'll come back. - Oh, well... Thanks. Sorry!

What did you say to Saverio?

You sure you're not part of the Camorra?

No, no...

You move well.

But, where does this eye for raw materials come from?

My grandmother Maria.

I used to go to the market with her, and she was number one.

Nobody could beat her on raw materials.

She raised me to the sound of blows and Genoese ziti.

You are from Argentina, huh?

My parents were Argentines.

Have you called the guy to dismantle the restaurant?

Because if we start construction now,

we can announce the reopening in three weeks.

Three weeks? I was thinking one!

One and a half?!

- I brought lunch! - Thanks, man!

- How's it going? - Eh, how's it going?!

If you drop it again, I'll stick that drill into your urethra.

I didn't do it on purpose!

This is really crazy.

Look what I brought you...

Look!

Huh?

- What is it? - What's up?

- It's small! - How many did you want? Ten?

But look at that, I eat a lot,

I have a fast metabolism, I tend to eat a lot.

- Oh well, it doesn't matter... - Do you want mine too?

No! What's in it?

- Ham and... - Yeah.

At least...

Could you get me one with salami and provolone?

It's good?

Put it right there...

I had to try really hard to find this.

A typical Argentine dish, roast meat...

I hate Argentina.

I won't buy lunch anymore, eh! To be clear!

- We have to buy the kitchen. - From where?

I got a tip on an online auction.

Online auction?

It was from Chef Tallone.

- Who? - Coke addict, he snorted everything.

Five thousand?! Euros?

No, bananas! Look, 6000.

Seven thousand. It's an auction!

Oh, I get it!

But we want to set a limit...

A new one is worth 40,000 euros, that's...

It's a bargain! It's in excellent condition.

Look, no. 16? No, we're too over budget.

Oh well... You open the restaurant yourself.

Wait...

Women...

Tart with nettle tagliolini, salted lemon, bottarga and black garlic.

Liquid ravioli, amatriciana style,

with pecorino cheese and crispy bacon on top.

For the second courses, we have:

duck breast, semi-candied apricots and sea lettuce.

Tuna tataki, compressed and smoked watermelon,

and cherries in armagnac.

Wow...

Just, hang on, the tuna?!

We have Saverio at the market,

he'll bring us fresh fish every day, right?!

Isn't that convenient?

So we give our customers a different fish

- everyday? - Yes.

Maybe we also bring them the catch of the day, so they can choose...

Yeah!

What are you talking about?!

Those are the places where you go to eat by yourself.

Not the ones that aim for a Michelin Star.

Are we aiming for a Michelin Star?

I wrote down all the supplies cost.

I'm going to get my staff back.

My goodness! 19,000 euros!

And goodnight...

Beautiful is beautiful, eh, for heaven's sake...

What about your friend that manages all the expenses?

Didn't you tell him anything?!

Oh, man, this one is crazier than the other one, huh!

Crazy!

Pasquale doesn't want me in Naples anymore.

If I have to stay here, I want to do it my way and I want to have fun.

I get it, but how sure are we that if he finds out,

your friend won't get pissed off?!

Man...!

No, because people like you have some habits...

- People like me, how? - Bloody...

- Me? - Good morning!

- The... The whole party... - Hello.

Carmine, meet my team.

Team, this is Carmine Giordano.

The owner of the new Picchio blu.

- Hello everybody. - Hi!

- The new uniforms are here... - Ah well!

Luigi, master pastry chef.

Otto, sous-chef.

Riccardo, the best stoker on the square.

Mario, our head waiter with 30 years of experience.

Thank you for the arrangements on our salaries.

What arrangements?

- Arrangements...? - And Jacopo,

a waiter you must remember.

- Nice to meet you, Jacopo. - You got it on the thyme, huh?

Jacopo two, also a waiter.

And Giorgia, sommelier.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Giordano.

I didn't expect you to be this young.

Thanks, but don't call me "Sir", it makes me feel old.

So that's all of us, guys.

Just a moment... Rosario!

Without Rosario, I would have gone back to Naples by now!

He is a black belt in microwaves, and above all, he learns quickly, so...

You'll pay him...

Well, guys...

go and rest, because starting tomorrow,

- we're fucked! - We're fucked!

Did they say we're fucked?

Don't I have to have a uniform?

Hey, what was that for?!

You won't even ask me my size?

The medium one fits me wide.

We need to talk about your look.

Those slices of fois gras...!

- Ten millimeters, I told you, please. - Yes chef!

You got to make it thin for me! Thinner!!

Only three eggs, though...

- Listen to me! - The water is boiling!

No, you don't have to overdo it Come on, I showed you 100 times.

Yes, chef!

Oil temperature?

Watch out with those fucking tomatoes!

Otto, that's shit. Do it again!

- For Carmine. Let him taste this. - Yes chef!

Carmine, the chef wants you to taste this.

So every now and then she listens to me.

He had to come today?!

- Eh, Raffael! - Eh, Carmine!

All good?

Vincenzo was just a little busy.

And now I've come to bring you something.

Come on!

Pass the bag.

Oh Carmine, look at this place.

What is this elegance?

Good morning.

Carmine, for dinner I would propose a 2007 Blanchette.

I'll let you taste it...

it's very brackish.

Good. Good.

Thank you.

I didn't realize it was such a nice place.

I made some improvements, though...

Nothing special...

I thought that by increasing the level of the restaurant,

we could increase the level

of the laundry.

Carmine, you know how Pasquale thinks.

Just do your trade.

Please, take it easy.

Take care, Carmine.

Who is that?

The new Vincenzo?

Forget about it. We had a good talk, so...

Come.

Good evening gentlemen!

And welcome to the new Picchio blu.

- Come, take a seat. - Thank you.

Now, a gift from the chef.

Semi-dried smoked apricot tartare in Grana cream.

Careful...

Traditional balsamic vinegar.

- Thank you very much, sir. - You're welcome.

Good evening. Is everything all right?

Everything is fine. Thank you.

Love, don't you like it? You want something else?

Um, yes... I would like some pasta with sauce, please.

- Immediately. Coming right out. - Thank you very much.

- You're welcome. - I liked that.

- Ready? - Yup! Here they are, chef!

- And the anchovies? - One minute.

- One minute to the meal, chef. - You said the same thing

five minutes ago, what the fuck!

You've come and gone three times.

- Tell me. What's up? - Pasta with sauce to table three.

- Pasta with sauce? - Yes.

- Are you kidding me? - No, it's for a child.

Come on.

Rosario!

- Rosario, cut the tomatoes. - And who makes zucchini?

There are no zucchini on the menus.

And why have I been cutting zucchini for three hours?

Because I said so.

I understand that I'm here to learn,

- but that's not what I came here to do. - Shut up and start cutting!

Yes, chef.

Come here.

She's crazy.

Leave it.

In her own way, she's teaching you.

Boss, I only stayed for the salary,

otherwise I would've left already.

Make it worth something, then. Come on, start cutting.

Be careful with that flame!

Riccardo, here, take this!

- Faster! Faster, come on! - Yes, chef!

- You have to drain them immediately. - Yes, chef!

A little bit of salt!

Hey guys, keep it moving, you have to get a move on, okay?

Yes chef!

That spaghetti there, what's left to do?

Watch out, don't burn it.

Here is your pasta with sauce.

Thanks.

Thank you very much, sir.

I hope you like it.

Enjoy your meals.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Good job, everyone!

Cheers!

Very good, guys!

Good job, everyone!

Well done!

Are you happy?

I can tell you're happy.

We didn't do too badly.

Neither did you, oddly enough.

Did you compliment me?

Well, guys... Tonight, we did pretty well.

Okay, it was very good.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Rest well, that tomorrow ...

- We are fucked! - We are fucked!

Good night!

Bye!

Remember that you have to pay wages tomorrow.

Good night.

Just one week and I'll put it back, I swear, Diego.

Everything's here. Yeah, let's go!

Rosario, come finish this.

Cuttlefish and miso.

Welcome to the Picchio blu.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Otto, come here!

What the shit is that?!

Otto!

- Coffee is ready! - Thank you.

It's bitter, though, so you have to sweeten it.

Okay, thanks.

Thank you.

Is this happiness?

After the first two days the customers have decreased, so...

Okay, just give it a little bit of time...

- Move over, are you a stoker?! - Over there, do something!

Do you want to try a new restaurant?

- Right now? - Yeah.

This is Arturo's restaurant.

I already told him about you.

Is it closed?

Not for us.

Now we are fully booked!

- Hello! - Hello. Come, take a seat, please.

Come.

This is how it works, once a month one of us cooks for everyone.

There are 4 Michelin stars here.

Good evening!

- Hey! - Good evening!

Hey, we work, unlike you guys. All I see you guys do is eat.

He is the new partner of our dysfunctional friend.

Everyone, Carmine. Carmine, everyone.

Hi Carmine!

- Hi Carmine! - Hi, hello.

Big risk you took with a mad cook like that one.

Fuck you, Cristina!

- Consuelo... - Chef, can we...?

Yes, I'm going...

I'll go...

Good boy!

Tell me Carmine,

what did you do before running into this

queen of chaos, here?

I had, like, a...

Family pizzeria?

Yes, a pizzeria. Nothing special, however.

Well, that's a big leap, right?

From a pizzeria to a restaurant like the Picchio blu

Ham!

Hurray! Thank you!

Yeah, but I don't do anything. She does everything.

I just have to prevent all the staff from resigning

when they get pissed...

- He's also funny, you see... - He is.

- Let's have a toast! - Cheers.

I want sincerity!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Cheers everyone!

Since when is cooking not an art form?!

Yeah, but cooking is cooking. That's enough.

You are always intellectualizing everything.

You know what Massimo is up to...

You have an inferiority complex because you always need them to tell you

- that you are an artist. - No... Come on!

Oh, that's right! It's true!

- It's true! - But a dish is like a painting!

Except, the painter uses colors, and we use ingredients.

And he, too, has to mix them to find a new color.

Right Massimo, right.

And he has to convey... his idea of the world.

Social, political...

- Pure politics now? - Is it not?

Wasn't art enough?!

- Pure politics! - Of course!

What's the difference between what you do and a fast food restaurant?

Sure, sure.

You use quality, fine raw materials...

You don't buy meat from intensive farms, where animals suffer and pollute.

- You got that right... - Is this not a political choice?!

- You are right. - Good boy!

Thank you.

Bravo Massimo, absolutely right!

To the artist!

I'm sorry, but a portrait... It's beautiful, like...

It's seen in a museum, it's placed in a house ...

people go there, they pay...

A recipe, might be the best in the world, but it just goes to...

The voice of the people!

An applause!

But instead, because it is the most ephemeral of all,

cooking is the highest art form.

That is, a painting is there, it's hanging...

It begins and ends by itself.

While the kitchen has a carnal relationship with you.

Right...

It gets inside you, doesn't it?

It becomes a part of you. It is an erotic thing.

Meaning, there is no purer art form than cooking.

And having said that, I'm going to the toilet.

Good!

You all go fuck yourselves, because I'm hungry again.

- Me too! - Two of us now... Three!

- All delicious! - So...

Guys, if you don't want any work of art or a complicated dish...

I can make a garlic, oil and chili pepper pasta. All right?

- Oh, there he is! - There he is! Yeah!

Great!

Beautiful!

Here it is...

You asked the only one who can't cook.

She is a lady-pasta!

Oh well, it's just a garlic, oil and chili.

I tell you, there's nothing wrong with this dish.

And I tell you it's inedible.

- It's perfect. - It tastes burnt.

My goodnes!

Jacopo! Can you hand me the menu, please?

So, it says spaghetti with red shrimp, coriander, pistachio

and burnt eggplant, what should we do?

- Good morning! - What happened?

- You should've been here to open up... - Yeah, let's talk later.

What happened to you yesterday? You left without saying goodbye.

I was tired, I wanted to rest!

- But then... - Excuse me if I interrupt you...

Tell me! No, tell me! What should we do?

I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it...

- Tell me. - No just...

I would like a main cuisine that's not burnt.

Main not burned.

Come here. Any dish, on the house, huh.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Hello.

Go home, come on... Let the boys take care of it.

We've been open for a while now.

It's not fucking working.

- Okay, but give it some time... - No!

The old Picchio was open for 15 months and it never sold out.

Now I'm screwing this up too.

People just don't like how I cook, that's the truth.

Neither do the critics.

You know... Luca Villani?

- No. - He is an important critic.

He wrote that my dishes lack life.

That I cook in a cold way.

- Aseptic. - But who cares about a certain critic...

Do you remember your pasta from yesterday?

- Yeah. - I've never had such a reaction.

Sincere, of... Of actual pleasure.

- The garlic, oil and chili one? - Yeah.

- But they were all drunk... - No, Carmine, it was good.

What? Did you taste it?

It had...

I don't know, a soul, maybe.

It was the soul of garlic...

- I put some chili ... - Tell me how you did it.

How I did what?

I know a few dishes that my grandmother taught me and that's it.

So tonight, after the service, you make me one.

- Are you for real? - Of course.

Pasta and potatoes?

Whatever you want.

- Look, it's ready for the provola. - Yeah.

In abundance.

Your mother never cooked?

My mom died when I was little. I was six years old.

- It's good? - Can you pass me the salt?

Leave it there.

You want bad luck?

So your grandmother raised you?

She cooked for me and my friends.

Pasquale used to eat six trays of cake.

He was crazy.

Who is Pasquale?

He's a friend of my father. He raised me after my dad died.

It's ready.

Pass me the dishes.

Yes, chef!

Well, it's very good!

Tomorrow morning will taste even better.

What about you?

I hardly remember my mother.

She had me very young. She was some kind of Argentinian hippie.

And we came to Italy when I was around 7 years old.

We stayed at a couple's house, she did the cleaning.

Then the following year...

She packed her bags...

And she was gone... I saw her like five years ago.

And your father?

I don't know my father, no clue who he is.

I stayed

with this couple.

Marco and Laura.

Poor guys!

Let's just say I didn't make their life easy.

I was also in a juvenile hall...

I stole a pair of shoes once.

- You went to jail for a pair of shoes?! - No...

It's just that to escape...

I broke a guard's nose.

Because he was yelling in my ear.

I mean, I have a problem with whomever yells in my ear.

I lose control.

Then I owe it to myself to remember not to yell at you.

Otherwise...

For your sake.

And how did you get started with cooking?

Seventeen years old. Salento.

A restaurant in the coast of where I used to go, at Cosimo's.

I started practicing, day and night.

All the time.

But I ended up in bed with Cosimo and I had to leave...

I traveled through all of Europe.

I went from one three-star place to another.

Though I couldn't get the one I really cared about.

Well, now I'm curious, who was it?

Erik Berggreen.

I don't know who he is...

An absolute genius.

That is one who at the height of success, what does he do?

Gives up his three stars and opens a restaurant

in the middle of the woods, in Denmark.

An amazing thing!

I mean, you have to walk four kilometers.

And when you reach the entrance,

they make you sign a paper

in which you promise never to review it anywhere.

An incredible thing.

So, not only do you have to walk four kilometers in the woods,

but then you can't even say anything?!

And if you want to learn how to cook, you have to go bust your ass with him.

This is my place.

Top floor.

The thing about my mother...

I mean...

I've never told anyone.

And I guess it was your pasta and potatoes.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

Good night.

Was that...

Was that Carmine?

You're early.

Did I interrupt something?

Hey, something came up with work.

- Do you mind if we postpone? - And we...

- We won't uncork this? - Sorry.

- Hello, Giorgia! - Good morning!

Good morning.

But... It was my turn, I had to open it.

It's okay, that's probably Rosario, he tends to sleep over.

Well, then... Would you like to go for a coffee?

Okay, but it's my treat!

Oh, well.

Chef!

Wasn't it my turn today?

It's nothing, I was... I was experimenting, but...

Where's Carmine?

I don't know. Well, I'm going to change.

She talked and talked...

So, I said: "Okay, I have to hang up this phone,

otherwise we'll be here forever, it's been two hours!"

At a some point I realize that she was still there,

- she heard everything... - No!

- No! What a fool! - I felt like a piece of shit...

- Good morning. - Good morning, chef!

I wanted to show you something.

- We'll finish up, later. - Yeah, we'll finish up...

What's that smell? Coriander?

I worked on it all night.

Empanadas.

Yes, revisited.

Yesterday I realized what's missing from my kitchen.

What's that?

The memory.

I always ran away from my memories.

Here we go...

This is a memory of mine.

Go ahead...

- Can I...? - With your hands.

So?

Very good.

I call these: Nostalgic Empanadas.

- Did Massimo inspire you last night? - No, not at all!

I sent him on his way and came here to work.

This goes straight to the menu.

Good job!

My goodness!

So good!

Gentlemen, there is a new dish on the menu: Nostalgic Empanadas...

No, you don't have to overdo the peppers!

Yes, chef.

Nostalgic Empanadas.

Here you go...

If I find a feather, I'll kill you, Otto!

What should we do here?

Go for the second one!

Enjoy your meal.

Service!

Carmine, Vincenzo is pissed off about a problem with the accounts.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

How did I get into this mess, what the fuck do I do?

Double crime tonight in Naples,

with the victims being Pino and Diego Picariello,

cousins of the convicted, Giuliano, who's still at large.

We follow the story with our correspondent.

It's an internal feud in the clan of Pasquale Rizzuto, known as the Scimitar.

We suspect that the motive is to be found

in the inaction of Giuliano Picariello, better known as Chick-Hunter,

who fled with the proceeds of drug trafficking.

Thanks to a network of informants, in the first few days

we'll be able to better define the reasons that led...

Is the zeppola ready?

The zeppola is ready.

Why are you serving this table?

Ah, I see...

Are you all right, boss?

Somewhat...

Here you are, Raffael!

What's this?

Lobster covered with radish and caviar.

And the zeppola.

And how much do you pay for all this stuff?

Enough.

- But it's tasty, eat. - Just remember...

You know how Pasquale deals with things, right?

When he thinks someone is fucking with his money...

They end up like the Chick-hunter's cousins,

Be careful...

Because next week, Vincenzo himself comes over.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Mario, could you take them to their table?

- Thank you.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I have a reservation, for one, under the name of Luvi.

Luvi, yes.

- Please follow me. - Sure.

Have the gentleman sit at table nine.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Jacopo...

Luvi is Luca Villani.

Treat him well, okay?

And above all, don't let Consuelo come out here. Understood? Go...

How's the foie gras?!

Out the way, out the way! You nearly burned the foie gras, come on!

The fire is too high, isn't it?!

Guys, you're slowing down!

- Otto, you too... - What the fuck, come on!

How are we with the oil? How are we?

Are the dumplings for table nine ready?

- Otto, quick, quickly! - Who's at 9? Who's at 9?

- This is the fourth time you've come in! - I just need the dumplings.

It's nobody!

- Where are you going? - I want to see who's out there,

you're acting strange.

How the fuck does it not occur to you to tell me

- that Luca Villani is in my restaurant? - Take a guess...

What was table nine's order?

Where the fuck is table nine's order?

Here, here! He ordered the dumplings.

- Are they okay? - No! Wait up!

- Go! - Ah, I know, perfect.

Look at that!

I'm speechless...

Holy shit!

Here we are!

These are our garlic dumplings with a shower of squid ink and corn bread.

I hope you like them.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.

Table five.

How could you be so stupid?

Can't you see this is cooked wrong? Shit, get up, come on!

What is Villani doing here?

Villani is eating, drinking. It's okay.

We're not fucking ready, we're not ready yet...

Ah, you're exaggerating, come on...

- Why would we care if Villani... - Why would we care...?

What if it permanently kills my career?

I mean, we have just changed menus...

You don't even realize what level we should be at!

Come here.

- Come here. - It's going to burn.

Come here. It's okay.

The menu is perfect. We are ready, you are ready,

the people in the dining room keep telling me:

"Compliments to the chef, compliments to the chef".

So have fun.

Cook as only you can, and trust me.

Here you go.

- Ah, thanks. - Thanks to you.

- Until we meet again. - Have a good evening.

- Mr. Villani? - Yes?

- Can I ask you something? - Of course.

Did you like our restaurant?

- Leave it here, guys. - Thanks, thanks...

He said...

It was great!

Well done!

Good job, everyone!

Villani was delighted, he said that you've made a huge leap in quality!

And that he'll definitely come back.

Let's see what he writes first, huh? Instead of bullshitting ourselves.

You should be happy every now and again!

What's with the fist? Are you threatening me?!

No, it's for celebrating, a greeting.

Is anyone normal in this restaurant?

All right, good night.

See you tomorrow.

So?

Are you happy with what Villani said or...?

What do you know about what Villani thinks?

Do you think he'll tell you?

You've got no fucking clue on how this world works.

Hey, I'm on your side, if you haven't figured it out yet.

- Ah, on my side? - Yes.

But I barely know you...

You came out of nowhere.

How can I trust you?

You think can to hurt people just because you were hurt as a child?

Yeah? Remember, we've all suffered.

Oh, sorry if I offended you.

It's called character, Carmine.

But what would you know, you'd do anything to please everyone.

- It's called character? - Yes it is.

You fuck old people just because you didn't have a father.

That's who the fuck you are... Finally.

I have a sex life.

So? What's the problem?

In your eyes, all women have to stay home cooking like your grandmother.

Well, if it wasn't for my grandmother, Villani wouldn't have gone home happy.

What the fuck are you saying? What are you saying?

You've never even set foot in a real kitchen!

I don't even know if you actually had a pizzeria...

Look, this is my dream. Find your own and get the fuck out of here.

I never had a dream of my own, you understand?

Never.

Only since I've been inside this restaurant

have I had the opportunity to choose.

It's true, I fucked up, I made mistakes, I know I'm in debt.

But I chose to do it.

Do you know why I did all of this?

Huh?

What would you know?

Did you do it for me?

- Answer me, did you do it for me?! - Yes...

You're a real fool...

- Hello. - Hello.

What's up? What's with that look?

- It's nothing - Meaning...?

It's just that I'm afraid you'll regret it.

Luca Villani's review is out!

No, I can't do it, you read it...

You do it...

Come on, read!

Right...

It says: "The Picchio blu

flies high. Consuelo Banega has definitely blossomed."

“The new Picchio blu...”, hey, I'm reading.

"The new Picchio blu made us fall in love.

The combination of cultures and flavors of its cuisines

demonstrates depth, maturity, and has a whole new warmth."

I can not believe it.

It's gorgeous.

"With the helping hand of Carmine Giordano,

her new companion in adventures..."

They talk about you too, a lot!

- Why is he talking about me? - It's gorgeous, I can't believe it!

- Aren't you happy? - Yeah, it should've been only about you,

You deserve it.

Good.

- What's up with you? - Nothing...

We've dealt with the critics, that's fine.

Now we have to settle the books.

Maybe, we should settle the accounts a bit, right?

Cover some expenses...

- What do you mean? - That in two or three months

we make our money back, right?

- At least... - We are a high-end restaurant.

Yeah, I get it.

- But what does that have to do with... - The first two years function at a loss.

And then, if all goes well, we begin to see the first results,

especially if a star comes to play,

then the brand is exploited.

- I'm sorry, didn't you know this? - No, I mean...

No, I knew it. I knew.

- Are we in bad shape? - No, we're not in bad shape.

But how much longer, exactly?

It's just for some numbers I have to... But don't worry, well done.

- Do you want coffee? - I'll make it.

Long live Luca Villani!

Mythical, incredible.

Isn't he?

With no umbrella, even...

Boss!

Come inside, it's raining a lot.

Leave it.

Hopefully a bolt of lightning kills me.

Oh, man, what's up with you?

Consuelo?

Yeah, I get that you like her.

I have an eye for these things.

What did she do?

She didn't do anything, it's...

There is a very big problem...

What happened?

I'm down by 60,000 euros.

Vincenzo is coming back, soon.

Man...!

And now?

- Now we're fucked! - Right.

- But chill out, I'll figure it out. - Right...

Right, so you go back inside. Don't worry. I'll smoke first,

- then I'll go inside. - But it's raining!

- I'll smoke in the car, don't worry. - How can you smoke like that...?

Oh, well, I'll go inside...

Found you, Carmine!

Chick-Hunter, are you stupid.

What are you doing here?

I came to see...

if you could hear me out for a moment, huh?

You know that if they catch us together, we're both dead, right?

Weren't you going far away from here?

I'm missing everything...

Fake documents, Swiss citizenship, a professional job!

What are you doing here, then?

Her name is Margherita.

Margherita?

I know. I'm in love, Carmine.

- Let me explain. - Go ahead.

I can't go back to Naples.

You get that?

You saw what Pasquale did to my cousins.

- Huh? - Yeah.

I'm sorry, but what do you want from me?

I want you to go get Margherita and bring her here.

You are stupid, Chick-Hunter!

That's impossible... I could never do it.

What if I pay you?

How much do you want?

Don't be shy, tell me.

- Really. - Stop it!

- Really. - Ah, come on...

So how much do you want, then?

- Sixty thousand euros. - Oh my God, no way, Carmine!

Sixty thousand euros?

You kept 300,000 euros, didn't you?

It's just going to Naples, not the North Pole...

How much is love worth for you?

- Margherita? - Yes?

What is it?

The Chick-Hunter sent me...

- Do you know him? - I do.

Here...

And I thought he had forgotten me...

No. Never.

He really did send for you.

But, go grab your things. We have to go.

You have to do it fast, though.

Thank you so much. Really.

I'll wait for you in the car.

Go.

I was too late...

No.

Now I understand that phone call from Margherita this morning...

It was too weird.

They used her to set me a trap,

and now they expect me to go there.

Thanks anyway, Carmine.

What are you doing?

Put that away, I don't want your money...

Use it to disappear...

But this time, do it forever, understand?

- It is true that you are a good man. - I'm good...?

I'm a fool...

We're both fools, you and I.

We do stupid things for love.

You too?

How so? What did you do?

I made a mess.

I spent loads of money to open a restaurant

for a woman I really like.

Her name is Consuelo.

The only problem is that both the restaurant

and the money are Pasquale's.

And so now I have a debt of...

Sixty thousand euros...

I really am a fool.

I've always been a fool.

Brave, I'd say...

You're like your father.

Right...

Yeah...

You threw yourself into your own thing, something respectable.

It's not easy for two guys like us to do good things.

I never have.

Never.

You're nothing like Pasquale.

Is it more courageous to go around

and shoot people in the middle of the street,

or to bust your ass from dusk to dawn to earn respect...

You...

You throw yourself into things, Carmine.

This is a beautiful thing.

So, should I throw myself from up here?

Come here...

Stay safe...

Go.

Hey, Rosario.

Hey.

- Is everything okay? - No.

I'm sorry... Could I do something...?

Ah, anyway...

This package is for you.

I'll be over here...

Okay.

Sixty, no more, no less.

Julian.

- Hello. - Greetings.

Thank you.

You see? It's all right.

All right.

Carmine... I'm not convinced of this situation.

But you saw the accounts are in order.

Yeah, I know the accounts are in order.

Maybe I don't understand.

You've spent a lot of money

on this restaurant shit, without asking anyone for permission.

Where'd you get that amount?

From my savings.

You want to fool me, Carminie?

Oh, Vincenzo...

Say hello to... What's her name?

Jessica.

Hello, Pasquale.

Did something happen?

Ah, no, everything's fine.

Vincenzo just left, the accounts are in order...

So, what happened?

It's just that...

Since I haven't seen you in a while...

I wanted to invite you to come down to the restaurant...

You think I have time for a 200-kilometer trip, just to eat?!

Well, no, I know, I meant whenever you have time. Don't worry about it...

It's just that I've been working hard over here.

I wanted to show you.

Well, okay, I'll think about it.

Bye, take care.

Where the fuck is everybody?

Hey!

Hey!

This is stupid, where is everyone?

Why would they leave everything like this?!

Is anyone here?

Hello.

What?

From today, for the whole week.

Morning and evening... Everything is booked.

Your first sell-out, chef.

Well done.

Flowers, really?!

Thank you!

I knew something was going on...

Thank you!

It's so late.

- Why didn't you wake me up? - You were fast asleep...

Yeah, but our providers will be at the restaurant soon.

So what's the problem? I'll go.

What, don't you trust me?

You know what?

Yes, I trust you.

Fuck off.

It's the first time that I trust someone in so many years.

Giuliano.

Giuliano!

Chick-Hunter! I can't hear you! Are you there?

Giuliano.

- Is everything fine? - All good, thanks.

Hello.

- Is everything okay? - Yes, I wanted to congratulate you.

Carmine, right?

Yeah. Have we met before?

I know you.

Maria Lodice, public prosecutor, Naples Public Prosecutor's Office.

Please...

Yeah, tell me.

My husband is a gourmet.

He just thinks about eating and spending as much as possible every time he does.

And the other day he was reading about this place...

And at one point he mentions a name... "Carmine Giordano".

And I said: "no, it's not possible."

Pasquale Rizzuto's Godson with a sudden passion for gastronomy?!

People can surprise you sometimes.

Of course, it would be a shame

if this place, recently opened, closed for money laundering...

- Are you threatening me? - No. I might be thinking

of a possibility...

You know, when money from the Camorra is moved around...

I don't have time to waste with this shit.

I have to get back to work.

Giuliano Picariello, do you know him?

Never heard the name.

It's better that way.

You might've felt bad...

Since they killed him around one o'clock last night,

together with Pino Apicella... Also known as Margherita.

What should I say? May they rest in peace...

Do you know what I thought,

when I saw those corpses covered in blood?

I thought:

"This is how those who betray Pasquale Rizzuto end up."

And if you come to the same conclusion, you'll understand that talking to us

is the best thing you can do.

You said you know me...

So you also know how my father died, right?!

A cop shot him.

And so I've grown up alone, without anyone.

Because of people like you.

Your meal is on the house.

Yes, Pasaquale.

Carmine!

I thought about that dinner invitation you gave me.

And since I'm starving...

I've decided that I'll go.

You like that?

We'll meet at 8:30.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Everyone!

Listen to me... Once you finish this shift, go home.

The restaurant won't open tonight.

What are you saying?

Hey! Carmine!

- Yeah...? - What the fuck do you mean?

Can you please talk to me?

What do you want me to say?

Why are we closing?

Because we are.

That's not enough...

What the fuck is going on? Tell me!

Do you remember Pasquale, my father's friend?

Yes...

The restaurant is his.

I was only sent here to launder dirty money.

Then I used some of that money to make the restaurant what it is today...

and he found out.

Who the fuck are you, then?

You know...

You disgust me! You fucking disgust me!

Holy shit, don't fucking touch me!

For once, I trust someone! I'm such an idiot!

I don't want to see you ever again, Carmine. Fuck you, you piece of shit!

The time has come.

Right...

What are you going to do?

What would you do, Rosario?

Escape!

I run away and they kill her.

So you'll stay here and do nothing?

No, not doing nothing...

I'll cook.

You want to make dinner for the people that are coming to kill you?

They say that pasta and potatoes work wonders.

Jesus...

Okay...

Let's cook that dinner.

No, why would you, Rosario?

When else will I get to be sous-chef?!

No, Rosario, go home...

Have you seen my house?!

- No. - Yeah, I better stay here.

- Saverio! - Oh, Consuelo,

sorry, I'm a little late with the shrimp, 20 minutes and I'm there.

What are you saying? The Picchio blu closed.

It's just that Carmine called me an hour ago. He said that he wanted

the best prawns, tonight. It seems he has an important dinner.

I told you that you and I were just enough in this restaurant.

- Watch out for the lobster! - Yes, yes...

Come on Rosario...

Are you ready for it?!

- Watch the carrots. - Yeah...

Go inside.

I'm glad that you came.

I'm happy too.

How come it's closed?

It's open just for you... So you can enjoy it.

What a pretty restaurant.

It's evident that it's expensive.

Are you hungry?

Why else would I come over...

- Then I'll go get something... - Go on.

You stay by the door.

You go to the back.

And you, Raffael, since you're at home,

go to the kitchen and make sure they don't poison me.

Do you really want to eat?

Let's finish this. I'm not hungry.

This dinner cost me 60 thousand euros.

I want to have a taste, yeah?

Are you hungry, Raffael?

- Pass me a potato... - There you go, eat up.

Rosario, I'll take this...

Let's start with the egg and the flavors of tradition.

Has it been eaten all ready?

Inside the shell is a cream it's a taste called amuse-bouche,

to appease the mouth.

It tastes just like your grandmother's recipe.

I knew you'd recognize that. I'm inspired by her...

A lot of inspiration, right, Pasquale?

Be quiet while I eat.

I work here! Holy shit!

- She came in by force. - What are you doing here?

I am the chef.

- What are you doing?! - In here, you only eat what I cook.

- Won't you let her in? - She doesn't have anything to do here.

Pleasure, Pasquale!

Consuelo.

How has she nothing to do with this, she's the chef.

Then I'll go to my kitchen...

Now I get why you did all of this...

Do you want to poison them? Throw this stuff away.

It's all burnt, can't you see?

Why did you come back?

You want to convince the guy that you're a restaurateur, right?

Isn't that the plan?

- More or less. - Well, it's a shit plan.

There is only one way this will work, and that's if I cook.

Go...

Red shrimp on pork

and potato pancakes, mullet on courgette cream.

Red mullet with zucchini sauce, accompanied by lobster fritters,

and you can have it all with the bread.

You think that some potatoes and fish will make us forget about everything...?

Little bit of salt...

Pasquale ate everything.

Clean plate, Raffael!

But I ordered pasta and potatoes.

Exactly, go!

When I heard about all of this,

I couldn't believe it...

But it truly is just pasta and potatoes.

- I've never tasted anything like this. - Enough with this!

Enough Pasquale!

After everything he's done, you compliment him as well.

- What did I do, exactly? - What mess you made...

Oh, how about your agreement with Giuliano?

What goes around, comes around, you understand?

I didn't come to an agreement with him, he came to Rome to see me.

Meanwhile, you took the money, huh?

Pasquale, I used that money for the restaurant.

So one way or another, it came back to you...

Carmine...

Did you really think I gave a damn about this place?

I don't even know what you give a damn about, anymore...

It's only money here and there...

Kill someone off here, kill someone over there.

- And in the end...? - In the end...?

In the end, men can only count on one thing.

Respect.

And you disrespected me!

And you did not disrespect me?

You sent me to Rome just because some fools requested it.

Just because I'm not a soldier like them.

I protected you, always!

And I loved you like a father...

But that's enough of that.

I hate your way of life...

I deserve something different for my life.

You deserve to die, Carmine!

Do you really want him to shoot me?

Why did you make this dinner?

I wanted you to show you that I became good at something.

I mean, something different, more beautiful, cleaner.

Finally, a talent worth exploring.

Too bad none of that matters anymore.

At least taste the desserts.

Just one dessert. Consuelo, bring the cake!

Just that...

Grandma Maria's pastiera.

Grandma Maria isn't with us anymore.

I know.

The recipe is still the same...

Consuelo brought her back to life.

Taste it.

Pasquale, let me finish this! Hurry up!

Taste it.

The smell is the same.

My goodness...

- I'll just try a little bit. - What are you doing...?

- Is this for real? - Shut up!

Be a soldier, and obey.

This could raise the dead...

- No! - Stop right there!

Stay right there!

You're weak Pasquale! You've gone limp.

We could've conquered Naples, we could've conquered it!

But what the fuck are you doing?!

You go and have a taste of grandma Maria's pastiera!

What?

I'm still waiting for your decision, but it never comes.

And I've waited for you. But you just never got to fucking decision.

And you know what, Carmine?

You know who killed Giuliano?

It was me.

Who is it that killed Giuliano's girl?

Also me!

Because that's how you do it.

You go over there and show everyone who's in charge.

I do that because of you, Pasquale!

Time to finish this...

No!

- Stop, police! - You stop there!

Stay still, don't shoot!

Stay still!

Vincenzo, let her go. Carmine, put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

I won't do anything unless you let Consuelo go.

You called them... You're a piece of shit!

But I can't believe you told me another lie...

I did it to protect you, Consuelo.

Because I love you.

Does this seem like that kind of moment?

This might be the last chance I have to say that.

Do you really love me?

- My goodness! - What the fuck!

Don't scream in my fucking ear!

Stay still, don't move!

- You're dangerous. - Well, he screamed in my ear.

Yeah, you're right.

Pasquale! Hey!

Pasquale...

Sorry, Pasquale...

Call an ambulance!

It's nothing, Pasquale.

What was the police waiting for before they intervened?

They were waiting for Vincenzo to confess to the murder of Guiliano.

So you had a trick up your sleeve...

When Pasquale called me I realized that they knew everything.

Pasquale and his men are coming here for dinner tonight.

I can make them confess everything,

I can make them talk...

But you have to guarantee me one thing...

And I made a deal with the PM,

in exchange for evidence against the clan,

they wouldn't mess with the restaurant or you...

Carmine, come on... We have to go.

Could you give me two minutes?

Two...

What happens now?

From today on, the Picchio blu is yours.

You just have to go to the office to sign some papers, but...

It's yours.

And you?

Witness protection.

Name change, different city, everything.

And I can't have contact with anyone.

Not even with me?

Huh?

It is the only solution.

I don't want this place without you.

Yes you do.

It's your dream.

You just try to grab that Michelin star.

Carmine, come on...

This was my grandmother's. Take care of it...

That amuse-bouche wasn't bad at all.

Yeah...

Thanks chef.

Go home and rest.

- That as soon as we reopen... - We are fucked.

ONE YEAR LATER SOMEWHERE IN DENMARK

Pasta and potatoes?

How the fuck did you get caught by Bergreen.

I chained myself.

So you do listen to me every now and then.

Every now and again.

- You look well. - You look well!

And the Picchiu blu?

I left it in good hands.

Rosario?

In the end, you got that Michelin star, huh?

In the end, yes...

I'm glad you came.

I had to walk four kilometers.

TO PABLO AND HIS SECOND CHANCES

AN ITALIAN GOURMET CRIME STORY