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Hello?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Please take a seat. There you go.

Welcome to the VIP.

Griff. Griff, what the fuck?

Tell me.

Are there any more of you? Hm?

Any more what?

Can I take this sack off of me, please?

No, you may not.

It's funny.

I learned a little interrogation technique

when I was in Iraq.

Did you know...

people tend to spill their guts

when they don't know their surroundings?

I have nothing to confess.

No?

No.

Oh!

That jog anything loose? Huh?

-No.-No?

No.

Really? I mean, that's weird because the sack,

it also helps me see through bullshit.

It's time to come clean, Matteo.

Cleanse yourself!

You don't feel like talking.

It's so unlike you.

I mean, usually we just cannot get you to shut the fuck up.

Let's try this...

one more--

Please, please, Griff.

Griff, this is crazy. Griff, please.

You're being paranoid. Griff!

Talk!

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

I am Officer Matteo Romano, please.

Yeah, I already knew that one.

Oh, no, no, no!

My, my handler is Detective Lombardi.

It's his case.

A rogue detective in Rome.

Not likely.

He's a one man crusader.

He's half--half American.

He thinks he's John Wayne.

John Wayne.

Please, please, Griff!

Was that so hard?

Come on.

Oh, do they, uh...

Do they know about our shipment?

Do they know about our warehouse?

Oh, they wouldn't search it without an army.

You seem awfully sure of yourself.

Please, Griff.

Look, Griff, I-I didn't want this assignment, okay?

Lombardi had me for taking money.

I had no choice.

I had to be his--

His rat is what you had to be.

But not anymore, Griff.

Not anymore. Fuck him! Okay?

-I just quit. -And renounce Satan!

-Yeah! -Amen, brother.

Look at you. Look at you.

You're a mess. I mean, come on.

Scared you a little bit though, didn't I?

Huh? Grrr!

Everyone has heard the stories about you.

Really? What--

What is it that they say about me?

I-- you know, I...

I, I, I, I... I don't know.

They say that Rossi has the power,

but you have the, uh...

the reputation.

Reputation?

Mm-hmm.

Reputation for like...

Like I'm a good dresser or

a bit of a ladies man, maybe?

You have, uh...

You don't take shit from anyone.

Not even the boss.

What is it that they call me?

-Please, Griff. -Behind my back. They say--

-I don't know. I don't know. -Tell me. Just say it!

I didn't tell Lombardi anything. Please, Griff.

All right, fine.

Enough of all this serious talk.

We will deal with the detective later, yes?

Come on. There's a party we got to get to.

Oh, shit!

I just remembered.

They call me the Reaper.

Ooh, rats.

Rats.

They are not allowed on Mr. Rossi's property.

What does this do to our deal?

Nothing. No.

It's business as usual.

Yeah.

I think there are more rats, though.

I can...

I can smell them.

I'm gonna enjoy exterminating

every last one of them.

Are you sure about this?

You got a better idea?

I could call my brother.

What?

You have a phone? Where'd you get that?

My brother.

He's the kind of guy

that can make things happen.

Too late.

You, Fuc--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. Listen, that trash talk is

what got you into this, okay?

Moses. Hey.

You guys lost?

I understand, but listen, he's my cellmate,

and you know how hard it is to find a good one.

I can't let you do that.

Do you know who my brother is?

Shhh...

I know.

I did it!

I finally own this fucking place!

On your feet.

I said, on your feet!

Yeah.

I heard you.

Shipping me back to my cell?

You've been released, American.

Terry.

Just, um...

See you on the outside.

-Passport?-No.

Passport?

So, does it hurt when you sit?

That bad, no?

Are you looking to do some time?

Oh, no.

I tend to avoid breaking the law.

Who the hell are you?

That would be Lombardi.

I signed your release.

That makes you mine, my friend.

You're a cop? Here?

Detective.

Although I did live in the States as a kid.

I guess that would make us both outsiders to Rome.

Now, wouldn't it, Terry?

Now give me that note Jack gave you.

What note?

Don't act dumb.

Not now.

Listen, he passed this to me on my way out.

You cannot pin this on me.

How do you think you got to come bunk with Jack anyway?

We knew he only trusted Americans.

Well, fuck you.

I almost bought it saving his ass.

But you did.

You did save it.

That's part of the test, my friend.

That's also why you're sitting here now.

Do you always speak in this bullshit riddle talk?

Well, it looks like you passed your friendship test...

with flying colors.

No wife and no kids, no?

Are you setting me up for a dating app?

File mentioned the attitude.

It could be good.

Should help you.

-With what? -Cosa Nostra.

Aren't they down in the south?

They're everywhere.

And now I have intel that they moved

their operation into Rome,

bringing a truckload of fentanyl with them.

Great.

Shouldn't you be out there

chasing down all the drugs?

Well, I'm not going to let Rome

become a distribution hub for all of Europe.

Listen, I understand that you have something to prove,

being an outsider and everything.

Just give me my passport.

You know, the file also mentioned

you're always looking for the door.

You don't know me.

Well, here's my pitch.

I have five guys out here right now that are under.

-You'll make six. -Under?

You was a cop in the States for a few years, Terry.

That was a long time ago.

And I get it. Life goes hard.

You struggled to get back on track, right?

But I see something in you, Terry.

That's why you just graduate again.

Graduate to what?

My undercover unit.

You're going to help me stop Cosa Nostra.

Before you say something stupid

like "no" or "go to hell,"

your only way out of Italy

is working for me, Terry.

So, if they offer you drugs, hmm.

But if they want you to kill someone, don't.

That's where I draw the line.

Well, you can kill me or send me back.

Either way, I'm better off.

I'm also in possession of a laundry room video.

When did the cops get into the blackmailing business?

Recently.

But I'm the only one that knows that you're undercover.

That's supposed to make me feel better?

You're going to be the spotter.

Let all the other guys do the police work.

And I'm the only one who's a...

A criminal.

Yes, but we do have a safe word.

So if you get yourself in a tight spot,

you'll know who's on your side.

What is it? Sucker?

Jackpot.

You six are going to help me

burn this operation to the ground.

And how does a spotter do that?

Rossi runs the largest Cosa Nostra family,

and they hate outsiders.

The guy you saved in prison?

That's your way into this operation.

Uh...

Rossi's newly appointed number two guy is Griff.

That's Jack's brother.

You stay close to Griff,

and he's going to lead you to these drugs.

Then what?

Then you watch your ass and wait on the cavalry to arrive.

Terry.

Do you really want to rot your ass

in prison for another year?

Huh?

Clone to your old phone.

I can track you anywhere you go.

You don't need a wire.

How come the other five haven't found the drugs yet?

'Cause Rossi spooks very easily.

But you? You have the golden ticket.

You see, there's no reason why Griff shouldn't trust you.

You saved his brother's life.

How much longer do I have to keep babysitting Rossi for?

Ah, hanging out with the boss

gives you street cred.

Jesus. Okay, this is meant to be a hostile takeover.

This ain't daycare.

Why don't you go hold his hand?

If he does not buy you, then we're both dead.

Yeah, all this guy sees is my

brown skin and money.

No.

All he sees

is your father's money, okay?

And he will use that to set up shop here in Rome.

Fuck you, Griff.

All right, all right. Look, look, look.

You want out of your daddy's shadow?

Got to make your own mark.

And our deal does that.

Yeah?

Our deal? 100,000 kilos of fentanyl.

I will skip to legendary status.

They'll be calling me the "party king"

from fucking Istanbul to Ibiza.

Easy, tiger.

Don't go celebrating just yet, okay?

Stick close to Rossi.

I think he's getting nervous.

About what? About us?

Or these, these rats?

Just stick to the plan, okay?

He will never see you coming.

How do you know this Griff is going to call?

Well, that would be because I've arrested some of his men now.

He needs help at the moment.

Besides, I've done my homework, you know.

Jack and Griff are very close.

He'll call.

Oh, and Terry...

I wouldn't think about running, my friend.

We're watching.

Hello?

Hey. It's me. How's she doing?

She's been so brave.

Yeah.

I'm sorry I haven't called. I've been, uh, tied up.

We were worried.

We?

What did you tell her?

I told her that her uncle is coming back soon.

Did I lie, Terry?

I will be there.

Tell her everything is going to be all right, again.

I will.

Hurry.

Okay.

Mommy, then... Uncle Terry's coming soon?

So, when are you getting me out of this shitshow?

I'm working on it.

But I heard you got into

a bit of an altercation.

Nothing I can't handle.

Mm-hmm.

So then who is this white knight

I should be thanking?

Terry. He just got sprung.

He was my bunkmate the last two months.

I told him you'd give him a job.

What?

I vetted the man. He's American.

One of us.

I don't know him.

I owe him.

Don't make me look like a punk.

I think you did that

when you let another man fight your battles for you.

I had three muscleheads trying to send me out of here

in a pine box.

And?

And I'm still here, ain't I?

Mm, always be one step ahead of your enemies.

Just like pops taught us.

And he also said

we never go back on our word.

Yeah.

Am I speaking to the white knight?

Who's this?

I believe we have a mutual friend.

You're his bodyguard,

the way I hear it.

Huh.

-And that makes you... -Yep.

So I hear you're looking for a job.

I'm always looking.

Good. Well then, this is what you're going to do for me.

You know Geno's bar?

I'll find it.

Yeah, just go there,

pick up a package

and ask for Rinaldo.

What do I do with the package?

One thing at a time.

You can't send him in there alone.

You have your way of vetting people.

I have mine.

I'll take a beer.

What do you want?

Pretty sure I just gave you a good idea.

I'm not asking again.

Okay.

If I can't have a beer, I'll settle for Rinaldo.

Does it look like we have a Rinaldo in here?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Does the word jackpot mean anything to you?

Somebody get the mop and bucket!

Okay. All right, listen, Griff sent me.

Rinaldo is in the back.

Rinaldo.

At your service.

Griff sent me.

You must be new.

I never forget a face.

I try to stay out of the spotlight.

What's your name, shy guy?

Terry?

Spinx?

That's my name. Don't wear me out.

He's a customer?

Maybe he owe me some for service rear-endered.

Nah.

Terry used to sell party favors out of his van in Ibiza.

He had this great little spot on the beach.

The music, the vibes... Good times.

I thought you were in prison, Ter?

I just got out.

What did you do, Ter?

I got caught.

And now you do shakedowns for Rossi.

Don't know, is that a step up or down?

Time will tell.

Do you have something for him?

A businessman.

I can dig it.

Well, I usually do prefer pussy over green, but...

it's not always the smartest choice.

But you see, I got a weakness.

Apparently.

They say the first step to fixing your problem

is admitting you have one.

Can we skip the sermon, please?

He who is without sin cast the first stone.

Now it's your turn to admit that you have a problem

and from where I sit,

yours is serious.

I let them know that you weren't in the giving mood.

I'm going to give Griff another message.

What's that?

You need a new messenger boy.

Want to hear a joke first?

A guy walks into a bar, my bar!

He asks the bartender, "Can I have a beer?"

Bartender say "Wrong bar."

And then I shot this dumb motherfucker for fun.

Grab the money!

Marco! Find!

Fuck!

Was Matteo one of yours?

I don't know what happened.

They found him in the Tiber,

knife wound to his neck.

I probably should've came to you first,

but I'm getting so close.

Not anymore.

I had to shut down your operation.

I have more men under.

Really? Who?

I can't tell you that.

I'm the only one who knows their names.

It's safer that way.

It wasn't safe for Matteo, was it?

Just call your men in... now.

These men are all deep cover.

I can't just do that.

This isn't America.

Besides, your men are my men.

Matteo didn't even know who was undercover.

Their identities are secure.

I will not tolerate

any more dead bodies in the morgue.

You give me 48 hours.

I give you 24 to bring Rossi in or...

you'll be in more trouble than Matteo.

Fuck!

Damn it!

I'm dead.

Rinaldo's going to find me, and when he does...

Why'd you do it?

Save your life?

I don't know. I wasn't thinking.

Or maybe I remembered you being a nice guy.

What's the difference?

You don't know me.

You sold me stuff a few times.

That makes us closer than most people I deal with.

So I'm just some drug dealer?

You sold me drugs.

What am I supposed to think?

Yeah, right.

You telling me there's something else?

Some noble reason?

I'm calling bullshit, Terry.

My niece.

She needs a procedure for her heart.

There's nothing noble in what I did.

It was all out of necessity.

How old is she?

Just forget it. Go.

How old?

She's the cutest three-year-old you've ever seen.

Sorry to hear that.

So, what are you doing with a guy like Rinaldo?

He's getting ready to propose. What do you think?

My life didn't pan out like yours.

Well, why don't you try a new profession?

I fuck for Rossi. You fuck people up on his behalf.

What's the difference?

Well, in my experience,

it's always better to be the one screwing.

You're an asshole.

Oh, I thought I was a nice guy.

You going to get that?

Yeah.

So I heard that you, Terry,

took two packages out of Gino's.

How did you know that?

I know everything that goes on in Rome.

Everything.

Have all the fun you want with her,

but don't kill her, okay?

She's our motherfucking property.

Sure.

I will pick you up in the morning.

How do you know where I live?

I believe we already covered this.

What's going on?

Looks like I made the team.

You understand?

You understand what I mean?

Yeah.

Good.

Yes.

Griff was right.

We still have

a rat problem.

Is that my problem or yours?

I just found out.

How'd they get in?

I can't buy everyone.

Have you identified these rats?

Check your mail.

Fix this.

I am not an exterminator.

Then...

I'll take matters into my own hands.

I've called you all here

because I know each and every one of you

would take a bullet for me.

Money. It's a wonderful thing.

But it can't buy that type of commitment.

I'm afraid I can't say the same about Griff.

My business

has become his now.

You know how I know this to be true?

None of you

protested that statement.

Sir.

We didn't speak up because we haven't heard

anything about that.

Maybe you weren't listening, Devonte.

You've been too busy watching me...

not to notice this hostile takeover in the making.

Griff is one of us.

He's going to...

-Kill me? -No.

-He's loyal. -Like all of you?

Yes, boss.

Then I'm curious.

Why am I looking at this?

Mr. Rossi...

I can explain.

I find it interesting

what a man would say when he's caught.

Or when he has nothing left to say.

I brought you into my house!

Don't do this.

The Carabinieri are outside!

Does anyone hear the Carabinieri coming?

Make sure...

these rats are dealt with accordingly.

Tomorrow, I want you to stay close to Griff.

He won't leave my sight.

All right, let's go.

Be careful with this guy.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you were worried about me.

You don't know Griff.

Do me this favor, okay?

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Terry!

I got shit to do, man.

Hey. Mind if I hang out here just till Rinaldo calms down?

No.

For luck.

Mmm. My money?

Yeah.

See, this organization, shit, Rome,

the damn universe, runs on order.

Rinaldo failed to see it that way.

Right.

He wanted to send you a message.

Yeah.

I'll be sending one of my own.

But first things first.

Espresso?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah? All right.

Well, slurp that shit up.

Don't be a bitch.

No, thanks.

Ah, Terry. I'm afraid I have to insist.

Okay? Call me crazy, man,

but I can't trust anybody who doesn't like drugs.

Just, I can't do it.

Otherwise, what the fuck are we even doing here? Right?

Hmm?

Attaboy. Good decision.

Shit, man! Yeah!

Aha, woo!

Pull this shit over.

Terry, I got a problem.

Okay? I mean,

I got a shipment going out today,

and it's the biggest of my career.

I mean, I'm about to supply all of Europe

with enough fentanyl

to keep everyone high for the next

ten years.

That doesn't sound like a problem.

Sounds like a good day to me.

Do you know what's in here?

No.

Of course you don't, man!

Right?

Photos.

Undercover unit sent to take us down!

Know what I found out?

There's a detective running around my fucking city

with a hard-on for this organization.

Believe that shit? Hmm?

Look at this.

Look at these two fools right here.

Matteo...

Yeah, they found him in the Tiber.

Devonte...

Ooh-wee. Hopefully they find him soon.

You know, there is just one thing that I cannot stand...

in this world.

It's a motherfucking rat.

You know why I told you this?

I'm-I'm curious.

Yeah...

'Cause I don't know you.

My brother does...

but he's a fuck up.

So I looked you up.

Turns out you're a bit of a fuck up yourself, you know?

I mean, but that's typical in your line of work.

But...

Terry, there is one thing that just...

eats away at me.

It doesn't make sense.

How did you get out early?

Hmm?

You know they didn't tell me shit.

Wrong answer, man!

I don't believe that for a fucking second.

So I'm going to give you a chance.

One little chance.

Chance for what?

Are you a praying man, Terry?

Hmm? Hmm?

Depends on the situation.

Well, it's confession time.

This is one of the holiest cities on Earth, man!

It's, uh...

Uh...

-Is something funny? -This whole situation.

I better find it funny too, okay? Or this, this right here,

shall be your resting place.

You don't have a photo of me.

You know I'm not the law.

You wouldn't have given me the cocaine

if that was the case.

You wouldn't waste the good stuff on a policeman.

Look, you're not going to kill me.

Oh.

I'm not? Really?

Do you have any idea how hard it is

to get brains off your ride?

It's good for you.

Good for you. I like your reasons, man.

I mean, you understand though, right?

I mean, it's not personal.

Right? I mean, we got to be sure.

Right. I'll give you that one.

Don't ever point a gun at me again.

Yeah...

I like you, man.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Why aren't my men in yet?

Because you gave me 24 hours.

I'm not playing this game.

Oh, come on. Rossi's looking to pull off a huge score.

That comes with the territory.

But this is different.

Rossi used to stay away from drugs, but now

he's under new management and moving north.

The way I see things, he's looking to pull off

a huge deal and retire.

You don't retire from this line of work.

You should know that.

Well, he built a super lab somewhere around Rome,

and it's pumping out a ton of fentanyl.

Really?

Any leads on the lab?

-Not yet. -Better hurry.

I'm doing all I can do, okay?

Good.

Just let me know when my men are safe.

We gettin' some lunch?

Nope. Settle some old debts.

Uh...

Story time.

You know, when I got discharged,

I just did not know what I was going to do with my life.

A lot of my fellow soldiers,

they fell victim to drinking,

drugs and shit, you know?

Some of them even had that post-traumatic stress disorder.

Maybe I do, too. I don't know.

Griff, I--

Just shut the fuck up, right? And listen.

You know, it's funny. You, uh,

you think you have choices, but you don't.

Right?

I was meant for this life since the day I was born.

I didn't mean to insult you.

Just my, just my boy here, huh?

I'm sorry.

Don't say that shit to me, man.

Say it to him.

I'm sorry, man.

Now, the question is...

What made you think it was a good idea to go against me?

It was stupid.

Won't happen again.

Oh, I know that.

Terry, you, uh... you need anything else

from our dear friend here?

I'm good.

Guess that's it.

I will see you around, Rinaldo.

That's it?

I can kill you for being fucking stupid.

Would you like that? Hmm?

Yeah. Let's get the fuck out of here.

They know something. I think that it's ju--

Who you talking to?

What? No one.

No one? No one like a girl

or no one like you don't want me to find out?

What?

You should try answering my question

without another question.

What?

Jesus.

Message received. Yeah?

You know, Terry, someone is making a mistake.

I intend to find out who.

Now you got a problem with that?

Hmm?

No.

Let's go.

...tor's office.

Jovani, call me back now.

Oh, no.

No...

No, no, no, no, no.

Y ou've reached Jovani

in the prosecutor's office.

Bastard.

So, uh... where are we off to now?

Well, Rinaldo was just an appetizer.

Time for the main course.

I'm fucking starving.

You know what I hate?

I hate when you see a guy in a movie, right?

And he racks the slide

right before a gun battle.

Jeez. That shit is so unrealistic!

I mean, come on.

Me? Me? I do it...

right when I load the clip.

You know, like any normal person would do.

I already chambered a round for you.

There we go.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Hm. It's on the job training.

That seat that you're keeping warm...

Time to earn it, all right?

I need him. Where is he?

-Mr. Jovani is in court. -How long?

I don't know. He's got a full day.

Look...

You get this to him as soon as he gets out of court.

It's very important.

Is this for real?

Get it to him

-as soon as-- -Yeah, he's out of court.

Yes, I will.

Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?

I like to oversee every aspect of the operation.

Why? You don't trust your guys?

Should I be worried about this?

No.

Okay, because, look.

No respect, this is my money

and I can't afford any problems, so...

Then I suggest you and I go to the warehouse

and see for ourselves what Griff is up to.

That's a little bit risky, isn't it?

You could always get on a boat and go home.

This spot here,

one of my biggest earners in Rome.

Their numbers are dropping.

Yeah...

-You know why? -No.

'Cause war is coming...

and these fools chose the wrong side,

much like your friend Rinaldo.

Are you going to kill them too?

No, no.

But I do need you to go in there

and do what I am paying you to do.

And what's that?

Well, you know, Terry,

my brother, he says that you are creative, resourceful.

So, show me what you got, baby.

Who are they?

They are the two men you're going to kill for me.

Why me?

'Cause you're the muscle.

You know, one plus one equals

two motherfucking dead guys.

So I'm supposed to go in there alone?

Okay, just ask for Federico and Antonio, okay?

You can use my name,

get you where you need to be.

Come on, Terry.

Can't hold your hand. Time's a wastin'.

Get the fuck out of my car.

You lost, American?

I wish.

Listen, if you're not here to score,

I'm wasting my time with you.

Griff sent me.

Bullshit.

Okay. What are you going to cost me?

I just need to talk to Federico and Antonio.

Is that all?

The boss is right there.

He's already killed one guy today.

They're upstairs.

And you better tell me the truth.

Because I will send you back to America in a box

just like this. Okay? Capito?

Let him pass. Yeah.

Rossi's coming to the warehouse.

He's getting more and more paranoid.

Mm-hmm.

I wonder why.

You really think he'll retire?

One way or another. Yeah.

Why didn't you tell Terry

he's about to kill two undercover policemen?

Because it shouldn't matter.

Should it?

I'm just the messenger.

No, just the driver.

I am the messenger,

and death is what I will deliver.

I'm looking for Antonio or Federico.

Griff sent me.

I know that dumb motherfucker.

Hey, guys.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the new guy. I work for Griff.

Now wait a second. You got the wrong idea.

Word on the street is Griff is cleaning house.

He was supposed to cut us in on a big score,

but we haven't heard shit from him.

Are you willing to risk your life

on a rumor?

Better you're dead than us.

Listen, you guys are doing

pretty good on the money game here.

I suggest that you take it and you run.

Are you threatening us?

Yeah.

And you didn't shoot me, did you?

Why's that?

Let's fix that problem.

Jackpot.

Yeah. Some asshole named Lombardi taught me that word.

You're one of us?

You're American.

Yeah. Lucky for you

because Griff knows that you're both undercover.

Wait. Who are you going to call?

You realize where you are?

We cannot wait for Lombardi. We have to get out of here!

Hey, American.

You didn't recognize me?

Tony?

You did my laundry.

Moses is dead, and you're about--

Duck!

Whoo!

Terry...

Terry.

You survived. I'm impressed.

Yeah, right. Barely.

Ah!

I told you to never point a gun at me again.

How'd you know you weren't gonna hit me?

Well, I hear that you're the creative one, aren't you?

Hey.

So, ugh, wow.

They did not go down easy, did they?

No.

Why did you want me to kill 'em?

Terry.

What is with the questions? Huh?

Hmm?

Let's call it my principles.

Hmm. Ah, well, they were rats

scurrying about my house.

That's a no-no.

Let's go.

Damn it, Antonio!

One of you pick up the phone!

Devonte, this is Lombardi.

I need you to call me now.

Griff knows.

You have to get out of there now!

I can't protect you.

He's coming for all of you!

No, no, no, no!

Hello?

Uh, is Manuele there?

Who was that?

Wrong number, apparently.

What did you do that for?

Oh, I'm paranoid, Terry.

I mean, some may call it a weakness, but...

it keeps me sharp.

One step ahead!

Where to now?

One more rat.

We'll take care of him at the warehouse.

Where's the warehouse?

Get in the fucking car.

Somewhere private, okay?

Jesus.

Terry?

Are you in here?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Lombardi.

What's wrong with you?

You run out of the office so fast,

I could not explain anything.

You know what your problem is?

You are a controller.

Doesn't work that way.

I know it.

You have to surrender.

You have to surrender to life.

And now I give you a chance.

Three seconds!

Uno...

Due...

Tre!

Okay.

Okay.

What's wrong with you?

I liked you.

I gave all of your men to fucking Rossi.

But I think there is

somebody missing, huh?

Come on, please.

Talk.

I don't wanna shoot you!

And now, you're working for Prosecutor Jovani.

-Stop!-Ah!

He came to see me. This is my place.

Oh, I didn't know you had

a little American minx on the side.

Okay, that's the wrong place to get caught dead in.

Can't do that. We work for the same people.

Oh, I seriously doubt that.

I'm one of Rossi's girls.

Afraid so.

A bene.

You will come on a ride with us.

Can I get dressed first?

Please leave a message.

Isabella, he's not answering.

You have another number?

No.

Do you think they got to him?

Forget Lombardi.

Get me the warden at Regina Coeli Prison instead.

Yeah, okay.

We control everything that you see here.

You mean Rossi does?

Yeah, he is the boss.

I call it the Fortress of Solitude.

The men, they-- they don't get it, you know?

But not everyone's a fan of Superman.

And you're not worried about the police?

Yeah, man.

You have not been paying attention, Terry.

It's, uh, it's probably the coke, right?

No. We own the police here, too.

No one moves in here without us knowing.

Buildings are wired with cameras,

heat sensors, trip wires, the works.

So, what do you think, huh?

It's impressive.

Huh? Right?

Would you ever suspect this place?

But the workers and the locals?

No, they wouldn't dare.

ISIS. They couldn't fucking touch us.

My men, they all served with me.

I love each and every one of them.

Rossi is lucky to have you.

Ahhh. Yeah.

What do you think, Terry? Hm?

What? What do I think about what?

I don't know what I'm looking at.

That's the point.

But the proof is in the bricks.

My boys in the lab, they were able to seal

that much fentanyl in each brick.

Woo-hoo-hoo! That's untraceable, unfuckable,

unfuckingbelievable, really.

That is a lot of fentanyl.

Well, shit. Yeah, man.

I mean, I got set up a supply chain to cover

all of Europe, right?

You're not worried about getting too big,

making Rome a target?

The Cosa Nostra,

they've been around a lot longer than you and I.

They'll be here long after we're gone.

If someone could have stopped them,

they'd have done so by now.

Come on, let's go.

You know what, Terry,

the hardest part of the drug business?

Distribution, man.

Rome's not exactly the best place for that.

No, but we got ourselves a foolproof system.

Which is?

Which is...

We offer our product

half the price, double the potency.

That shit is just too tempting for them not to

take the transit risk with us.

You know?

You don't think this stuff is potent enough already?

I mean, yeah. For the customers,

not for the dealers.

I mean, it costs more to ship,

but we cut down on overhead by

never getting caught.

Easy.

You know, but the true beauty of fentanyl?

Mm. Mm.

You can cut that shit into every other drug.

We don't corner one market.

We corner 'em all.

So what am I here for? To help load the trucks?

No. No, we got a special visitor,

officer of the law, man on the inside.

And one more rat to take care of.

Watch them!

How we looking out there, Commander?

My contacts let it slip

that some trucks filled up with fentanyl

are heading north out of Rome today.

Good work.

That should keep Rome's finest busy all damn day.

Where is Rossi?

Right here.

You really shouldn't be here.

You don't want to take the risk with us grunts, do you?

You don't act like a grunt.

Meaning?

You've been rallying the troops for weeks now.

I got a job to do, right?

I mean, shit, you don't trust me, boss?

Okay. All right, all right.

Just calm down, yeah? You want to kill the deal?

You're just the boy with money.

My father's money, you mean.

Shut your mouth before I do it for you.

And as for you,

let me tell you what I need.

I need for all my grunts to fall into fucking line.

We need to get out of here.

And how do you suggest we do that, huh?

We go fuck 'em to death? No.

You're a cop. Do something.

Or apparently, I'm the only one that's not on the take.

What about that prosecutor?

He has no idea where I'm at.

I just hope he finds the note.

Our lives hang on a note?

So, once the trucks are loaded,

caravan to the ferry headed to Sicily.

Right. The police will be too focused

checking trucks headed north

to stop anything coming south.

Are you sure about that?

Who is that?

That would be Terry.

My brother's white knight.

Fresh out of your prison and newly rehabilitated?

Okay, Terry.

As I said,

police would be too busy checking northern traffic.

I've made sure of that.

It's nice to know it's so easy to fool Italian cops.

Let me show you what happens when someone plays...

this cop!

Many of you may be wondering

if you can trust this old cop.

Will he sell us out?

Is he setting us all up?

You know what I call somebody who would do that, Terry?

Here is your last rat.

We're going in there?

Shut up.

You can keep the purse.

Will you sit still? You're making me nervous.

I warned you about this, buddy.

You are all going to prison.

Yeah?

You're the worst of them all.

Just because I switched sides?

Because you sold your soul.

Hey, easy there, tiger.

Easy.

Before we get to all that, you know, killing part,

I just got to know.

Why the fuck did you bring a whore?

She was with Lombardi.

Fascinating.

You sure do get around.

She's a whore, isn't she?

Screw you.

She is still one of ours,

so easy how you speak to the merchandise, yes?

Are you threatening me?

Oh, no. I don't threaten, Commander.

I'm a man of action.

Wait, stop!

Killing a policeman is bad for business.

Have you not been keeping score, hm?

I mean, we have killed plenty.

Think about it. All these eyes on you.

Someone gets arrested, you go away forever.

That cop was killed by one of his own.

That's not your problem.

Ahh! You're right.

I knew you were a smart man.

Just, I knew it.

So you'll do it for me.

So I go away?

Your secret's safe with me.

Come on now.

Come on now. Attaboy.

- No. - Sorry.

No. Come on.

Wait.

Griff, I've got incoming!

Who?

CIA tactical.

One truck and a sedan trailing.

Can't tell how many are inside. This thing is like a tank.

Well, are they headed straight for us?

They know the general direction.

Must have tagged someone.

Blew through one of our roadblocks.

Well, stay out of sight for now.

Who called the fucking CIA?

Don't look at me.

Well, you should have called a priest.

Gentlemen,

we've got a code blue.

Copy that.

Time to earn your cut, Commander.

You really want to shoot it out with the CIA?

No, no. Not exactly.

Now here they come.

Make it look good.

Commander Abruzzo.

What are you doing here?

Rome is my city.

Running surveillance, I got an undercover officer inside.

We just got here ourself.

So, who called who?

We've got someone on the inside, too.

Really?

Who? An American?

An agent.

My men didn't mention another badge.

That's all I can say at the moment.

You having radio problems, too?

Yeah. Whole area is jammed.

That's why I have only a few men here.

Any idea how many guys we're looking at?

Yeah, my spotter say only three.

So, you got a plan of attack?

Hit 'em with flashbangs,

-go in fast and hard. -I like that.

How can we help?

Secure the area. We'll handle the breach.

You got it.

This looks like they're about to storm the building.

Straight out of the CIA's playbook.

But the real question...

Who led them to our doorstep?

Ora.

You think by killing CIA agents

is the way to go?

This warehouse,

it only works if it stays hidden.

You mean your warehouse?

Ooh!

Now I'm starting to get the feeling

that you don't appreciate

my contributions.

You really thought I would retire?

That by sending me this boy to keep me busy would work?

Ah, I get it now.

You just wanted me to think that. Ooh.

You two...

aren't the only ones with big plans, my friend.

Big plans? Huh?

I let the retirement rumor get out there,

so I could call a meeting.

All of the major families are attending.

It wasn't hard to arrange.

All I had to do was promise to divide up my empire.

They came willingly.

All the families are gone.

And now there's only one boss left.

The police will be so busy cleaning up the mess,

they won't be worried about trucks.

My trucks!

You picked the wrong side of this war, boy.

A fatal flaw.

Look who's back...

Me, motherfuckers!

Ha-ha!

I saw the shit go down outside.

You've been busy, big brother.

How did you get out?

Come on now.

You got me out.

You... You got me out.

Mother-- Does it look like I got you out?!

No, motherfucker!

Lawyer didn't answer my call,

so I just assumed you pulled some strings.

They released your brother early?

Today?

No, no, no, no!

No fucking way they would let you out!

No way!

Unless...

Whoo!

Unless, motherfucker,

our detective had a sixth man on the inside!

Mm, mm, mm!

Mm, that feels good.

You vouched for a pig, Jackie boy.

Hey, for luck.

- Oh, Terry. - You're laughing?

You think this is funny?

They got nowhere to run.

Got three bogeys on the move.

Copy that.

Must be the fucking agent!

Agent? You mean one of yours?

No, the Americans said

they had a man on the inside, too.

They must know everything by now!

Damn it!

Sometimes things don't always work out for grunts.

Oh, Rossi, Rossi, Rossi.

You were right about one thing, though.

And what's that?

This is a hostile motherfucking takeover.

You were right, Griff.

Motherfucker never saw this shit coming.

Killing Rossi won't solve our problem.

They'll still be looking for the warehouse!

It's all part of the plan.

Find them!

We can't just hang around here.

Your brother fucked this entire fucking thing up!

Guys, no one is coming.

Are you sure about that?

Huh?

Abruzzo, guard the trucks, please.

I'm going to have a little word with my brother.

Mangal, follow me!

-Where'd they go? -I don't know.

Our drone found the warehouse, sir.

Jack went straight for it.

Be careful.

We've already lost touch with our man on the inside.

Yes, sir.

You okay?

Why do you care? Who the hell is this guy to you, anyway?

I work with Lombardi.

That's why he came to your place.

I thought he was there to arrest you.

No, no, no. Please.

Go easy on Terry.

I didn't give him much of a choice.

No choice.

Who cares now anyway?

Does anyone have a phone that works?

-Phone? -No, no, no...

No one to call.

They control everything.

I think I found a back way out of here.

You good to move?

-Yes. -Let's go.

How do we get the fentanyl out of here now?

There's no way now.

Griff, I didn't know. Come on!

Shut up!

Listen, he's a fucking liability.

Carabinieri are headed right...

-right for us. -Great, great.

Italy's SWAT.

Yeah. We're screwed because of him!

What did I always tell you, hmm?

I don't know.

--Whoa!

What did our father always say? Huh?

What'd he say?

Say it!

Always be one step ahead of our enemies.

Bingo.

Exactly.

You want to know why drug dealers,

they always get caught?

Greed.

They never learn to cut and run.

Never. And that is their downfall, but not mine.

No, no, no, no. Not mine.

Fortunately, there's only room for one

in my crew.

I thought he was your golden boy.

Nah, he was always my fall guy.

Yeah.

Shit, brother.

You're not mad?

You are blood.

You're my family. Yeah?

What about the trucks?

Ah, the trucks. The trucks, yes.

You mean the bait?

And this is the switch.

Let's go to church. Shall we?

Okay.

-Hand it over. -Who are you calling?

Who are you calling? Your boss is laying right here.

And you got somebody better in mind?

Yeah, you make a lot of friends

in my line of work.

I don't get it. What just happened?

It was all a setup.

He wouldn't--he wouldn't leave all this merchandise.

I didn't see any drugs, only bricks.

Shit.

Now, now! Go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Call for help.

Hey.

This is Agent Jessica Watson.

I need a rescue on my location now.

Trace the damn phone!

Those agents are dead.

Send everything you got to me now.

You're an agent?

I'm with the CIA.

Spinx, come here.

Listen to me.

I don't have much time.

I forced Terry undercover.

I did it.

I promised him...

if he'd get us here...

I would wipe his record clean.

I need you...

...to tell them Terry did his job.

You do that for me.

Got it. You got it.

Terry.

Terry.

Terry.

I always do my job.

I always come through, Terry.

-Yeah.-Okay.

Now, Terry...

You, my friend...

are a free man.

Lombardi?

Hey!

So, back in Ibiza, you were...

Undercover? Yeah.

I've been under so long

sometimes I forget my real name and life.

What are you going to do now?

Spend the next month trying to figure out

what the fuck really went down here.

You know, Griff didn't die

-in that explosion. -Yeah.

After this, I won't have the authority

or manpower to go after Griff.

He could be anywhere by now.

What about me?

You wanted the door. There it is, Terry.

I got to go deal with my team.

What if I could help you with your problem?

I thought you wanted out.

I thought you wanted this guy.

Explain it to me again.

I was with Griff all day.

He was always looking for an opportunity

to double cross Rossi.

-Obviously. -That's why

there were never any drugs at the warehouse.

So where are they?

I don't know. But he couldn't have gone far,

not with all these eyes on him.

He'd stash them close enough to not draw attention.

And the police are looking for trucks, right?

Yeah.

So why would he tip them off?

Even if it was a misdirect.

I mean, no way.

Wait. Stop the car.

Now, what would she be doing outside of an abandoned church?

-Holy...-...shit.

We found the drugs.

Griff sure is one greedy bastard.

I see everyone but Griff.

Come on. Load it up!

Hold on, not until we see him.

Terry?

Is that you?

Hey.

Would someone please kill him already?

G, we got a problem.

Might need to make a house call.

Where'd you learn to fight like that?

Dance floors in Ibiza.

Where'd you learn to shoot like that?

Not Ibiza.

Where's your brother?

Fuck you.

You got three seconds.

And you got one.

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!

Ooh, I got to give it to you, man.

Damn, I'm surprised you lasted this long.

I mean, sure, yeah.

I had you pegged for a badge the moment I met you,

so I had to change my plans a little bit, Terry.

Don't believe me? Huh?

Once they find your bodies, they're also going to find

100K stashed in your apartment, man.

And that is how they say,

is that.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Go, go, go!

Get Interpol to put out a red notice

on Griff and his brother Jack.

Stop everything leaving Rome.

There's no way he's moving those drugs by vans.

Everything he's done has been for show.

-Airport? -Too much security.

A cargo ship?

There's not a major port for miles.

He still needs trucks.

The Tiber River. It leads to the coast.

This river cuts through everything.

Someone's bound to have seen them.

He would have known that.

But what if he could hide out while things cool off?

A place where the CIA

and the police couldn't touch him.

Where the hell is that?

The Vatican?

Yeah.

Definitely big enough to hide a truck full of drugs,

at least for a little while.

Pay off a guard or two.

They found Allegra quicker than I thought.

What are we gonna do?

Well, like I always say,

keep one step ahead of your enemies.

But where are we going to find another girl

like her?

Come on!

Come on! Fuckers!

Shit.

Go that way.

Stop!

Toss it!

You're some whore.

You wish.

You're all talk.

CIA doesn't know where you are.

Do they?

They'll be here soon enough.

Let's find out.

Whoo!

What'd I tell you about pointing a gun at me?

You know what they call me, right?

Who gives a shit?

I can just show you.

Let him go!

Hands off or she dies first.

Not bad, Terry. But, someone's gotta win.

I talked to Lombardi's new boss.

You're in the clear.

How did you come up with the name Spinx?

Sounded a lot tougher than Jessica.

Did you have to...

No. Never, thank God.

Just played the role.

I thought you were a nun.

So, what are we doing up here?

It's symbolic.

You know, Rome has been attacked and destroyed

so many times, but it's still standing.

The Italians, they are strong.

They keep coming back, rebuilding.

Like the phoenix rising from the ashes.

I don't know about all that, but...

Lombardi did say he saw something in me.

He did, huh?

And I told him...

It doesn't matter.

If I'm being honest, I see something, too.

That I never amounted to anything?

That was the old you.

The guy back on the beach in Ibiza.

What's the new me look like?

You can join the agency, see the world.

There's someplace I need to be.

I know. Your niece.

Cutest little three-year-old you've ever seen.

Griff left this in your apartment.

You sure about this?

Consider it hazard pay.

Besides, it'll do much more good saving your niece

than sitting in evidence.

See you around, I hope.

We'll see.

Thank you.

Uncle Terry!