All language subtitles for The.Swindle.1977.ITALIAN.1080p.WEBRip.x264-VXT

Why did you get up so early?
Now you work on Sundays too?

Son, have breakfast: You've lost
weight. You can count your bones.

They don't give you much
to eat in prison.

Don't lie. The food is very good
in our prison.

- Your father had gained weight.
- Yes, because he was a squealer.

- You must respect your father.
- He was a smart ass.

Hurry. You must go to Mass.

Your father never missed one.

In fact, he made
the best hits in church.

- Son of a bitch!
- Did you call me?

No. My lottery ticket
fell in the coffee.

You're so clumsy...

You're never careful
of what you do.

You are like a child.

Lunch will be ready at 1.00.

- Big nose called.
- He will be my partner.

He is fine.
He looks like a gentleman.

He is refined

and doesn't gamble as you do.

He'll pick you up at 2
to go to the airport.

I am making "farty" pasta.

Why? Is Aunt Fernanda coming too?

Final results.
Bologna-Genoa zero to zero.

Fiorentina-Foggia two to one.

Napoli-Pescara four to two.
Inter-Lazio two to two.

Juventus-Atalanta one to two.

Darn it!
What'll I do with this ticket?

I'll clean my ass with it.

I've always bet but never won.

And I win today
when I must go abroad.

Do you want to do this deal?

Look at what a stroke of luck.

I got a thirteen. Look.

Juventus lost against Atalanta!

Atalanta won? It's my favorite team.
Cheers for Atalanta!

You're happy because Atalanta won?

I will get screwed anyway,

because I must leave
for Disneyland.

Look! Thirteen is the maximum score.

A thirteen is worth 200 million!

Cashier, do you want to buy it?

You buy it.
You've a drawer full of money.

What are you saying?
I wish it were my money!

Leave it to some relative.

They're all in Australia
waiting for me.

They even sent me a ticket
to join them.

Does anyone want to buy it?

Good fortune spit in my face.

Five million! You buy it.
You're an Atalanta fan.

Just a minute.
I'll buy it for 5 million.

May I see it?

I must call 110 first

to make sure the results
are exact.

Call. I'll give you a token.

- Very kind of you.
- I don't need it in Australia.

- He offered me this deal.
- Too late, gentleman.

I will make the deal.

Excuse me. I will call!

Look at this jerk butting in.

Hello, miss?
May I have the Totocalcio results?

Hurry. My plane is leaving.

Hot smokes! This is a winning ticket!

Listen, excuse me!

- You've run out of gas?
- Let's say without fuel.

It's two kilometers
to the next gas station.

I'll give you gas.
We'll get it from my car's tank.

No, thanks.
I just need to fill it up on water.

Fill it up on water?
What are you saying?

If you give me the tube...

Thanks. I'll take care of it.

You're doing me a favor.
Thanks. Very kind of you.

Please stay.
It'll only be a minute.

There.

It is what it is!

- What did you do?
- What did I do?

- Your car runs on water?
- Not really.

It runs on these tablets.

It is a Japanese invention.

One... and two.

It is an ionized hydrogen propellant.

Ionized?

Of course! With this tablet
I can drive 200 kilometers.

200 kilometers!

- You laugh. I'll show you.
- Let's see.

This is dynamite!

- You see?
- It's incredible.

Those Japanese are great.
Goodbye and thank you.

- Wait! Wait!
- You have been very kind.

Wait a moment. Where can I buy it?
How much does it cost?

With my car,
a full tank costs 40,000 Liras.

There is a friend
who comes from Naples.

If you want, I...
I have a good heart.

You were very kind.
You wanted to give me gas...

- Forget it.
- I...

If you want, I can give you

half of what I have.

- Meaning?
- I paid 10,000 for them. They're 50.

- 25 each.
- Luisa! Luisa!

- Dad, what do you want?
- Wait. Please don't leave.

Luisa, run to Mom right now.

She must come down
with 250,000 Liras.

Excuse me. I ran out of gas.

Could you give me the water tube
to fill it up?

You are surprised that I fill it up
with water. But look...

Thank you.

Thanks!

Thank you. I won't take long,

Thank you.

It is what it is.

There.

Thanks. Very kind of you.
Careful. Don't get wet.

Thanks. You've been very kind.

Here...

Two tablets...

Fantastic, huh?

Excuse me. You may be
a bit deaf-mute,

but aren't you surprised
that I filled it up with water?

Why?

Because I fill it up with turds!

Darn you!

- Leave me alone!
- Stop!

Help! Leave me alone!

What did I do?
I didn't do anything.

I just fill it up with water!
Leave me alone!

- What did I do?
- I got you, finally.

Pollaroli Tarcisio,
known as Er Fibbia.

Your charges are more than
Rome municipality's debts.

Here it is!

This is the trick.

He puts the water in here and people
think he's putting it in the tank.

The person looking falls for it,

convinced he's filled
the tank with water.

Er Fibbia puts the tablet inside

and makes him think
the water has become fuel.

You are really good.

Give me the tablets.

It's a little swindle. If I find
a sucker, what's wrong with that?

What is a sucker?

Someone who eats shit
convinced that it's a lollipop.

That delinquent swindled
5 million from me!

Yes, a full-fledged fraud.

How could you fall for it?

I called 110
and they gave me those results.

There was also another guy
who wanted to buy the ticket.

Sure. He was an accomplice.

They waited for someone to swindle,
someone with a stupid face.

Excuse me...

- Hi, Nico.

- Good evening.
- This gentleman

was swindled with
the soccer ticket system. Look.

- Where did it happen?
- At the airport.

He had an honest face.
He was crying.

He had an honest face? Crying
because he had to go to Australia?

You know who he is?
Bertarelli Franco.

Known as "windy".

They call him that
because he farts a lot.

- Do you know him?
- Of Couse I do.

We did the "tic" for two years.

- What is a tic?
- Tic is a gyp.

It's a swindle to a shopkeeper
done with 10,000 Lira.

With an accomplice.

Is this the police station
or a gang of delinquents?

- How much did he swipe?
- What's "swipe" mean?

- Stole, swindled. How much?
- Five million.

You seem to show
admiration for him.

Admiration... In a certain sense,
from a certain point of view...

How can I say it?
He's good at his job.

But as a policeman,
it's a problem.

I must find him, get your money
and return it to you.

I'll go right away.

He said he was leaving
for Sydney, in Australia.

He told the story
that you know well.

Australia? Sydney?

- You are a real "tarot".
- What's that mean?

- Like Mustafa's dog.
- Who's that?

Mustafà's dog had it up his ass
and thought he was screwing.

- Who ordered this half liter?
- Go away!

Someone ordered it,
and I'm sure it was you.

- Go away!
- Alright.

Cards to Windy.

- What is it?
- It's my turn.

Put all these. Let me see.

Windy, we'll get
that bundle of money.

Six. Who bets on six?

Me. Five million.

Look who is here!
Nico Er Pirata.

I came to get five million.

Is he your friend?

Yes, a friend, but a cop.

- Let's beat him up!
- Go! Go!

Stop!

Let me go!

I've nothing to do with it.
I came to say hello to a friend.

- Leave me alone!
- Son of a bitch!

- What is going on?
- Ask Windy

- A friend of his came.
- Windy!

Take these off of me!

You've busted me.

Darn you!
Who did you bring?

- Darn you!
- You idiot!

Who did you took here?

They are my friends.

- They are policemen.
- You even say it?

- Weren't you my friend?
- I was.

Detective, don't ruin me.
I'm a family man.

- You can't be more ruined than this!
- Thanks, Detective.

I didn't see anything.
Don't worry.

It's all because of
that son of a bitch.

Stick out your tongue.

I am the son of a bitch, right?

Before speaking about me,
you must wash your tongue.

Here, little Serpico.

Don't eat all. Your wife's pregnant
again. She needs nourishment.

Your kids must eat as well.

Stop screwing all the time
or I will call the cat.

There you go.

Friendships get broken,

things get broken,

marriages get broken,

but this phone never breaks.

Fuck off!

You fuck off!
Excuse me.

Robert Clayton is here
on behalf of Lloyds of London.

- What the hell does he want from me?
- What?

Sorry if I raise my voice.

Nico, it is a big deal.

In London they feel
they were swindled

by an Italian insurance company
called Enutria.

The administrator is a man called
Pasquale Pinarelli.

It has to do
with a couple of million.

And they send someone
all the way here?

Two million pounds!

- You should go...
- I can't go anywhere.

I have to go to a private
television station. Antenna Sette.

I am participating in a debate
on public order.

You, on TV?
You can only say bad words!

What bad words?

You fuck off, along with
that English toilet bowl!

- He says hello to you.
- Thank you, Chief.

He will take care of it tomorrow.
Detective Giraldi...

uses expressions
that are too colorful.

He is not very disciplined,
but I can assure you

that he's the best element
of the Roman police.

Tell me.

Enutria was a legal
insurance company

that carried out its work
for five years.

Last year it had
a liquidation procedure.

Shortly after, irregularities began.

- Like what?
- Well...

At the Ministry
and Chamber of Commerce

there is no evidence
of Enutria's existence.

Nor accounting books, assembly
reports, IVA tax registration.

- Everything disappeared.
- How is that possible?

Someone must've had an interest
in making them disappear.

This confirms our hypothesis.

Lloyds of London was a victim
of a rather big fraud.

A huge fraud.

This is because Enutria
was insured by Lloyds.

As most of the insurance companies.

How did the fraud take place?

In their last year of business,
Enutria paid a great amount

for a man who died
in an airplane accident

three days after signing
a life insurance policy.

A couple of months later,

another man, insured for a big amount
in favor of his father,

after only three days
after signing the contract,

died in the collapse of a bridge.

After two months,
another such situation.

Then another, and so on.

In the end, seven in one year.

Seven people.

Seven people died

after signing an insurance policy

and paying the first fee.

- Did you do some checking?
- Of course.

Everything was in order.

The deaths, the insured people,
were authentic.

But the wives, fathers, brothers,

the beneficiaries,

cannot be found.

You never found one family member
of these people insured?

Only once, a widow.

A widow?

- A widow.
- Yes, widow.

But she said she never
received a premium,

and that her husband
never made out an insurance policy.

But we received the documentation,

with death certificate,
receipt and insurance policy.

They paid

the considerable amount
of 120 million Lira in cash.

And they swiped it here!

The truth is, it's always
the poor people who lose out,

those who don't have anyone
to defend them.

This statement, on the part
of a policeman, is alarming.

Attorney Ferrante, what do you say?

Detective Giraldi is right.

The city that is afraid,
the city that defends itself,

the executioner type citizen,

are the worst of the problem.

It's not enough to take it out
on petty thieves, two-bit delinquents,

the so-called chicken thieves.

They are a consequence,
but not the real cause of crime.

Attorney Ferrante is right.
I hope he is elected mayor.

And you viewers should hope it too.

He is a man who realized
where evil is

and he knows that,
because he is a self-made man.

He worked and really busted his ass

in fighting these rascals.

What is he saying?

Go with the break! Hurry!

Hey! Police!

- What happened?
- Does Pinarelli Pasquale live here?

He used to!
He left about seven months ago.

He sometimes came by to get
the mail, but not anymore.

There's a lot of stuff.
A telegram arrived last night.

- Let me see it.
- Of course.

"Uselessly called at 327495."

"What happened? Anita."

Gargiulo, ask the phone company
who owns this number.

Yes, alright. Bye.

Well?

The phone is not in Pinarelli's name,

but corresponds
to number 28, Via Hipponax.

- What?
- Hipponax.

- Do you know where Via Hipponax is?
- Yes, but who was Hipponax?

Gargiulo, you're a brigadier
and don't know who Hipponax was?

No. It's why I asked.

What kind of brigadier are you?

You don't know who Hipponax was?
Everyone knows!

I'll transfer you to Sardinia!

Come.

Let's try getting inside
through a back window.

You stepped on shit!

It brings good luck. Maybe
you'll be promoted to detective.

Doesn't seem like anyone is here.

Mr. Pinarelli!

When you are screwing,
they could even take your house away.

- It's Pinarelli.
- Maybe.

Who is she?

- Must be some slut.
- Couldn't it be his wife?

You think a man that age
still screws his wife?

Wait for me here.
I’m going to call Tozzi.

But this is something
for the homicide squad!

It's Angelo. Things don't look good.
I'm leaving.

He wants to clean us out
and screw all four of us.

Well, he won't find me easily.

I'm just sorry about leaving
Milord. I was fond of him.

I don't have time to advise him.
Look for him at La Prugna.

Pinarelli was murdered
with his lover,

a woman called Anita Bevilacqua.

They shot him in the back
while they were making love.

A great death!

- Depends on point of view. Trentini!
- Yes, Chief?

I want to know everything about
a club called La Prugna.

Hurry.

Giraldi just found him

in a villa out of Rome.
He was hiding there.

I'd like to meet

this famous Giraldi.

You'll find him at La Prugna.

You want a light?

Are you a plumber?

Yes. I can fix your exhaust pipe!

Very funny!

Darn you...

- Listen...
- I don't know anything.

Leave me alone.
My boyfriend is very jealous.

Are you engaged?

Do you shit with your ass sometimes?

- What would you like?
- Give me...

A Fernet Branca.

What is it?

- What is it?
- I have a horse's cold.

- What are you doing?
- I'm collecting snot.

They pay a lot for it in America
to make cream puffs.

How disgusting!

Listen.

You know a man called Milord?

He hasn't been around
for many weeks.

You want to dance with me?

I am Milady.

And I am D'Artagnan!
Let's go dance.

Well? Do you know Milord?

Of course I do.

- What's he like?
- A big slut.

Handsome, with a moustache,
with slightly tight hips...

An English type guy.

- You know if he's coming tonight?
- Maybe. I don't know.

Why do you ask so many questions?
Are you a policeman?

I'm in the anti-faggot squad.

- Want to come to my place tonight?
- What do you have to offer?

A lot of exotic stuff,
among which, a snake this long.

Yeah. You can stick that
up your ass.

Please, sit down.

- Want some scotch?
- Yes, double.

What are you doing?
Why are you squeezing me like this?

Don't be a jerk, Milord.

I'll bust the little decency
left inside of you

if you don't tell me what you know
on Pinarelli and who killed him.

Listen...
I think you are making a mistake.

No, I'm not.

You killed him. You were jealous
that he was screwing a real woman.

Tell the truth. Is that the truth?

Say it.

I understand.

You are Detective Giraldi.

How do you know?

Chief Tozzi sent me here

because I wanted to meet you.

- Who are you?
- I'm Robert Clayton,

a detective from Lloyds of London.

Shit! How embarrassing!

Dear Giraldi,
I specifically came from London

to investigate together

on the bankruptcy fraud
of the Enutria company,

- Good evening, Milord.
- Hi, Salvatore.

- You haven't come in a long time,
- Everything alright?

You mistook me for a fag.

No, for someone
who gets it up his ass.

Hi, Milord!

Run, Milord. He's a cop!

Damn you!
You ruined all my watermelons!

- I almost got killed.
- I don't give a damn!

Mind your own damn business.

- It happened because of a dog.
- Your brain should burst!

- Get in.
- What is it?

- I need the car. Hurry.
- Help!

Help.

Who is yelling?

Help! Police!

- Help!
- Be quiet. I am the police.

Hello?
There was a kidnapping.

We're following them.
Over and out.

- Come out with your hands up!
- I'm Detective Giraldi.

- I'm chasing a misfit on a Porsche.
- Come out with your hands up!

I'm Giraldi, from Anti-Fraud.
I'm after a delinquent on a Porsche.

I'll count to three,
and shoot. One...

Two...

Here I am.

I am Detective Giraldi
from Anti-Fraud.

Because of a jerk like you,

I can't catch up with the delinquent
on the Porsche.

Don't you dare.
I'll fill you with lead.

You get my card.

Look. Can you read?

Excuse me.
You're not wearing a uniform.

What should we do?

Guess!

- Where should we go?
- Know where you should go?

Cut your hair.
Aren't you ashamed?

Say hello to Diego the strong,
protector of those

who are always wrong.

- You were afraid, huh?
- At first I was.

But then I realized you were police.

Actually, it was fun.
It was really cool!

What do you do in life when you
don't lend your car to the police?

I study Literature and Philosophy.

In the evening I work as a cashier
in a "d'essai" movie theater.

- What kind of movie theater?
- A d'essai one.

A cultural movie theater.

- A cineclub..
- I see.

I like far west movies.

We do reviews.

Now we are doing a cycle
dedicated to Polish cinema.

Tonight's is on Damianowsky,
and lasts 5 and a half hours.

- It's called "Boredom."
- Of course!

Wait here, please.

- You want to get me in trouble?
- Don't worry.

It's to avoid violent reactions,

that we astutely carry out.

A stool?
What's a stool have to do with it?

- Astutely!
- Oh, astutely!

This is an exaggeration.

You won't encourage tourism
like this.

And then you complain
that Italy is having a crisis.

Must I pay for Italy's crisis?

- Call another taxi.
- Where will I find one at this hour?

You must take me. Understand?

It's not possible. It's absurd.

30,000 Liras to take me
to the airport?

It's 30 kilometers
from here to Fiumicino.

- And I will return empty.
- Why?

You can wait for someone to arrive.

I must go to the airport too.
Let's share the expense.

Fine. What do they say in Italy?

Your coming is as appropriate
as "cheese on macaroni".

Macaroni, my foot!

Where are you going?
This isn't the road to the airport.

Take him to Chief Tozzi.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Come with us.

What do you want from me?
I didn't do anything.

I thought that maybe...

Milord could have escaped
Giraldi's hunt.

So I went to wait for him
at his home.

To get the address,
I had to pretend to be a fag.

In fact, you stuck it up
all our asses!

I didn't want to offend
your sensitivity.

But with this little trick,
The Prugna bartender fell for it

and gave me Milord's address.

- The rest was easy.
- What do you want from me? Why?

- Is it forbidden to go with gays?
- Yes.

- When a dead man is involved, it is.
- Who died?

Pinarelli Pasquale, killed
with a woman called Anita Bevilacqua,

in a villa in Via Hipponax
rented as a hiding place.

Who is this Angelo in the recording,
who didn't say hello to you?

You'd better talk or you'll be
in big trouble.

No. I'll tell you everything.

If a dead man is involved,
I don't want to get involved.

It was something serious
with Angelino Tornabuoni.

- We really cared for each other.
- Did you two want to marry?

Where is Angelo Torna... Torna...

Angelo Tornabuoni,
king of the fags. Where is he?

I don't know. He disappeared. He owed
me the last Porsche installment.

That phone call is proof.

He left without saying
goodbye to me.

I know nothing about it!

I miss him a lot too.

- You miss his money!
- No.

- There was real emotion between us.
- Sure, Romeo and Juliet!

Don't you disgust yourself?
Kick him out.

Maybe we should hold him back.

Arrest him? With what accusation?

Ass extortion with emotion
as an aggravating circumstance.

Gargiulo, you've been very kind.

Good evening, sir.
Yes, good night. I know. It's 3 a.m.

But you said at any time.

I have information
on Angelo Tornabuoni.

He's a former Enutria
insurance agent.

Yes. He's never been lacking
in money.

He's notoriously known as a faggot.

He only has two relatives.
An uncle in Villa San Giovanni

and a sister who is a nurse
at Bagni di Tivoli.

Yes. Where there
are mud baths for arthritis.

Did you want to talk to me?

- I'm from the police.
- What do you want from me?

I want to know if you have
a brother called Angelo.

I've a brother, a brother-in-law,
an uncle, a husband and a cat.

I don't give a darn about the uncle,
the husband and the cat.

- Where is your brother?
- I haven't seen him in two years.

Miss, time is running short
and death is approaching.

I am saying it for his own good.

I already told you.
I don't know anything.

You don't know anything
about his being a raging fag?

No, and I don't want to know.

If the meeting is over,
and if I may, I have things to do.

Did you come
for the Porsche installment?

- What are you saying?
- Or did you come for mud baths?

- Yes. I have a pain in my shoulder.
- Where? Here?

Yes... Stop!

What do you want from me?

I want to know where Angelino is.

I don't know, I swear. Stop!

- Does it hurt here?
- Yes, stop! It is...

- Speak.
- He's at number 12.

He called me this morning.
He is a nurse.

But don't tell him I told you
and don't hurt him.

Don't worry. I'll use vaseline.

Something like this
is never to be repeated again!

Sorry to disturb you.
Where is number 12?

- End of the hallway, on the left.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Come in!

- Mr. Tornabuoni, I want to talk to you.
- I am working.

I am working, too.
It's urgent. Come.

Excuse me a minute.

What is it?

I know you're very busy
but tell me something.

What?

I want to know why
you are so afraid.

I don't understand.

- And why you are hiding here?
- I work here.

What do you know about
Pinarelli Pasquale's death?

Pinarelli Pasquale is dead?
How did he die?

He choked on a caliber 22 bullet.

At this point,
I'll tell you everything.

Wait for me at the cafe.
I'll finish with these clients

and be with you in ten minutes.

Alright, but don't be a smart ass.
Don't run away.

No. You're right.

You must help me. I am afraid.
They will kill me.

I'll be with you in ten minutes.
Ten minutes...

- I'll be waiting.
- I'll come, I swear.

Excuse me.

Angelo!

Help! They killed my brother!

Run! They killed my brother. Run!

Run! They killed my brother!

Your brother...

Don't make a mess.
He was a good person.

Scoundrel!
You are making a mess.

Idiot, jerk! If you told me
where he was when I asked you,

he'd be alive now
and he'd tell me what he knew.

He didn't know anything, and he
told me not to talk to anyone.

- Liar!
- May I?

I'd like... Understand?

- Please.
- Thank you.

Miss, the most important thing
you must tell me is...

Who was Angelo's last customer?

- He killed him.
- I don't know anything.

I just know I got there
and found them both dead.

- You must remember who he was.
- Don't do that. Keep calm.

I don't want her
to take vantage of you.

We agreed that
I'd question her. Let me talk.

Go on.

It would be interesting to know

if your brother...

Your brother with this boyfriend...

That faggot, that Milord...
How many times did he come here?

Did you know him?
Why did he come here?

It is a big problem.
This poor man came from London...

Detective Giraldi!

I agree, but I didn't understand
the last thing.

Don't get nervous.

You must question her. Come here.

You want to question her?
Please, do.

- I’m going to the other room.
- You’ll let me do my job?

- You came here to do thid.
- Without interrupting me?

- Yes, I'll be quiet.
- Please.

Excuse me, miss.

Now you're in trouble.
This is the English law.

- It's better.
- It's not the Italian law.

Think carefully

before answering.

Was there a person, man or woman,

your brother was in contact with?

Not that Milord,
but someone very important

with which he had
business dealings?

He did business with one man,
his friend.

Sergio Michettoni, who's a referee
at the Tennis Roma Club.

He's heavy set, not too tall,
white hair but youngish looking.

- Did you have a good trip, Armando?
- Not bad.

His name is Sergio Michettoni.

- Must I do it today?
- Yes.

Then I'll see you at the King
movie theater.

- Everything is ready.
- Did you bring the photo?

- It's in here.
- Good.

Mr. Ferrante, if you become mayor,
will you expand the sports fields?

Take it easy. The Antenna Sette
station belongs to me,

and I don't want people to think
I'm taking advantage for publicity.

Today we are here
for the Lazio Cup tournament

and we'll only think of that.

Goodbye. I leave you to tennis now.

Are you sure that's him?

Yes. I got information.

If with your plan, we flub up again,

I'll send you to London
on a jet fight.

- You'll pay for the plane?
- No. I'll put a missile up your ass.

There are over 30 policemen here.

Even if someone wanted to hurt him,
he couldn't escape.

At the end of the game,
we'll talk to him.

Good thing the police was here!

Killing like that in front
of all these people!

Violence no longer has any limits.

Stop! Police!

What is going on?

- Come with me. Taxi!
- I was watching "Sandokan".

- I'll take you to jail.
- Salvatore, you're leaving me alone?

Come on. Get in.

Don't worry.

Calm down, people.
Nothing happened.

Damn it!

I had no choice,
I had to release him.

Your killer, Armando Trani,

was at the movies the hour of the
crime with a ticket in his pocket.

The three people with him
testified that.

He told us the whole story
of the film,

with the blackout interruption
in the beginning of part two.

The cashier identified him, too.

Besides, he has a clean record.
He didn't know the victim,

that Sergio Michettoni
of the Roman Tennis Club,

because he arrived from Calabria
this morning.

Now I ask you,

with what accusation
could I have arrested him?

Molesting drunkenness?
Obscene acts?

Come on, you tell me.

I say...

First of all,

Trani Armando entered
the movie theater around 3:30 p.m.

He made himself obvious
with the cashier

and later she recognizes him.

He goes in the movie theater
and leaves from the service exit.

Where does the service exit lead to?

The building in front,
the Roman Tennis Club.

He takes that nice rifle
with the telescope, aims and...

kills Michettoni.

Then he hides the rifle,
I don't know where.

He returns to the movie theater
and one of his men opens the door.

It's obvious that Trani Armando
knows everyone except Michettoni,

because he's just a hired killer.
Is that alright for you?

Now drink some water,
and you'll feel better.

Nico, it's perfect reasoning!

- But, Nico...
- I am tired

of you, of Enutria,
of Lloyds of London

and that damn Englishman.

Yes, Mr. Clayton,
we were looking for you,

because you must give us
a new idea

for having us make
a shitty impression again...

as we say in Italy...
as we did at the tennis club.

What matters, is winning the war,

even if we lost a "bottle".

It's a shame we didn't catch
that man in Via Hipponax.

Tozzi, I have to go now.

Tonight I have an appointment
at my place.

If you want me,
you know where to find me.

Excuse me.

Did you ever find out
who Hipponax is?

You don't know?

Hipponax was the man
who ate candles and pissed wax.

Nico, I never would've expected it.

You're a really good cook.
These meatballs are delicious.

Thank you.
I bought them at the "rosticceria".

- No! How embarrassing!
- Embarrassing?

I'm not a cook!

You said you go to university.

- At the School of what?
- Literature and Philosophy.

Can you tell me who a certain
Hipponax is?

Hipponax... Yes.

He was a Greek poet.

- What did he do?
- He'd write in iambs.

- May I have another meatball?
- No, enough.

After nourishment of the body,
there is that of the soul.

- You are so complicated!
- Why?

- I am a feminist.
- And so?

Do you feel like screwing?

- Yes, I feel like it.
- Then let's go.

Giraldi!

Giraldi!

Answer the phone.
It's busting my sleep.

You don't know how it busts me.
Damn it!

I am so tired that my eyeballs
are popping out.

I slept so little.

Damn it!
I really chose a lousy job!

It was better when I was a thief!

Nobody is here. I went out.

This is Proietti.
Yes. Aldo Proietti.

I was a part of Enutria.
I know you're interested in that.

There is no time to lose.

Maybe for me,
the countdown has begun.

- You're the 4th of the congregation?
- Yes. That's why I called you.

I'll be waiting for you in two hours
on the Scafa bridge.

Come alone,
or you won't find me.

Proietti, no funny business
or I'll fix you for good.

- No funny business.
- It's in my interest.

That is true.

- Help!
- Why are you yelling?

- There's a mouse there!
- It's Perry Mason.

He's Serpico's youngest son.
He still drinks milk.

Don't worry,
I'll check you from behind.

Gargiulo, don't do anything asinine.

You know what you should do
at a certain point?

Let me drive and keep low.
He must not see you.

- Maybe I should keep him under fire.
- Don't take any initiative.

You are ignorant. You don't
even know who Hipponax was.

Who was Hipponax?
I got information.

I knew, but had forgotten.

- He'd write in iambs.
- What are iambs?

Just worry about driving and be quiet
or I'll transfer you to Olbia.

I'm here, Giraldi.

I'm here, too. Why'd you want to see
me here and not at the station?

- I am afraid.
- Afraid of what?

They are serious here.

I was at Pinarelli's villa that day,
but I got there late.

I even saw that poor Angelo,
in Tivoli.

I'd spoken to him shortly before
and he told me not to worry

because only Pinarelli
would get involved.

He was the administrator
of the company.

Instead both him and Michettoni...

He had them all killed,
that damn bastard!

Who is this bastard?

Go fish out that dead man.
I'll deal with the one who's alive.

The body wasn't found.

We got information on
Aldo Proietti, known as Er Picchio.

We didn't find anything strange.

As a young man he was
a stuntman in movies.

Then he got a job at Enutria.

He never had anything to do
with the police.

Nico!

- You are wetting me.
- It's windy. It's not my fault.

No wife, no family,
absolutely nothing.

So the murders have ended now.

They phone call talked about 4 people
tied to Enutria. They're dead.

Pinarelli, Michettoni,
Tornabuoni and Proietti.

- Got that, Nico?
- Tozzi, I am sleepy.

I got up at 3 a.m. to be here.

He gave me an appointment
at 4:30 a.m.

I must rest. I need some distraction.
I'll think about it later.

Nico, I'm done working.

- If you want, we can go.
- Let me see the film.

Come back tomorrow.
There's "A Fistful of Dollars".

Be quiet, be quiet...

- I know him.
- Who?

Windy is there too!

There's the guy who shot Proietti.
Damn him!

Oh, shit!

Who are you looking for?
My son isn't here.

I don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him in three days.

If your son isn't home,
he can just be in jail.

But he's not in jail...

Keep it open. I'm coming, Farty.

And if you shit in your pants,
it's too bad for you! Come out.

Darn you!

You've been in here 3 days
and you don't tell me anything.

Don't worry. Go make coffee.

Holy smokes! What did you eat today?

Beans with pork rinds.
Sit down.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything!

I didn't come for you.

You must tell me where
Proietti is hiding.

Proietti is dead.

It's even in the papers.

Proietti didn’t die.
He pretended to be dead.

He faked his death
to avoid a real one.

He had a friend fire
blank shots at him,

one of those movie guys,
a stuntman.

- What are you saying? I swear...
- What are you swearing?

Farty, I just want to help him.

I must find the traitor who
already killed half a dozen,

and wanted to kill him, too.

The one involved
in the Enutria fraud.

I believe you.
You used to be one of us.

You can't have become a liar.

I managed to get dollars
for Proietti.

He left for San Francisco,

where he has help and support
from Italian families.

San Francisco?
Get me a thousand dollars too.

OK. You must bring me one million.

Then just fuck off.

The film will be after the debate.

Friends, another five minutes
of your patience.

Publicity is the only resource
for us private tv stations.

In five minutes we will begin.

Begin, as agreed upon.

Then Colonel Orsetti,
Chief Tozzi,

Vice-Chief Trentini...

Hello? Yes, just a moment.

Chief Tozzi, the phone.

Go ahead and answer
from that phone on the table.

Yes. It's connected
to the switchboard.

- This is Chief Tozzi.
- Tozzi, this is it.

Yes, this is it.

Everything is as I told you
when he left the movie theater.

You know what that
son of a bitch Proietti did?

He faked dying and two hours later
left for San Francisco.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- What do you want to do now?
- Go to San Francisco.

- Are you crazy?
- No. I can only find him there.

We're airing the program now.
I've no time. Bye.

- He must speak on TV.
- Yes.

On Antenna Sette, they're having
a round table on the police.

You should have gone, too.

- What did he say?
- He won't even send me to Frascati.

I think this is bullshit.

If we don't do anything asinine,
we Italians aren't happy.

Forget about him!
If you want to go to San Francisco,

take a holiday
and go on your own.

Who will pay for my ticket?

Trip, stay and expenses

covered by Lloyds of London.

Where do you plan on starting, Nico?
Shall we turn to the police?

No. If we want to find Proietti,
we must use other systems.

First of all, we must forget
that we are two policemen.

What are we?

Two swindlers, two thieves.

I didn't forget the trade.
You only do what I say.

That store there.

Listen...

Don't make a mistake. This is the
100 dollar bill that you must spend.

- Go.
- OK.

Excuse me, American "nocciolin".

I pay American apple,
American "cartolin"... and this.

No. You made a mistake.

Do you speak Italian?

Only a few words.

No, just a moment.

I gave you 100 dollars.

- You gave me change for 10.
- You gave me 10 dollars.

Don't be an American
smart ass with me.

You put my money
in the drawer.

On top of my money, there's
written my hotel's phone number.

- I can't have made a mistake.
- You didn't. You are shrewd.

- Excuse me. I got confused.
- You didn't stick it up my ass.

Did you see? Count.

Fuck off.

I'd like a ring for a gift.

Something expensive.

To a nice piece of ass.
Do you understand?

- Yes.
- You know it!

You have ring?

This one.

Wow!

Here. Five.

- Oh, 500! Shit!
- Yes, 500. Shit.

No. I am poor.

I've little money. In fact, nothing.
I have little money.

You think that with this ring

American girl will sleep with me?

You are a very smart Chinese.

Alright. I'll take it.

Wrap it up.

With this nice ring
I'll get laid like a king.

I've changed my mind.
I won't take it anymore.

Because... maybe
she won't sleep with me.

No, I won't take it.
I'll jack off. It's better.

They told me you speak Italian.

- Of course.
- OK.

I am a poor emigrant. I have
a son and seven wives to support.

I mean a wife
and seven children to support.

I have no money
and I'm up shit creek.

My only resource
is this candle holder.

- It's yours for 300 dollars.
- It's not worth anything.

You're wrong. My mother
stole this candle holder.

They were two in the bedroom
at Villa Torlonia

where Mussolini
screwed Claretta Petacci.

It's a rarity.

Interesting! If you sold me the
other one too, as a couple maybe...

No. My mother was a part time maid.

She couldn't steal both of them.

I can give you 20 dollars.

No. Give it back.

You want to give me 20 dollars
for the candle holder of the man

who caused the biggest
mess in Europe?

Look what's written here. "Dux".

OK, but you said
there were two candle holders.

For just one, I'll give you
30 dollars and nothing more.

Alright...

Right or wrong,
you are all bastards here!

- How much does this cost?
- It was one of the 2 candle holders

that were in Mussolini's room
in Rome in Villa Torlonia.

- You have the other one, too?
- Unfortunately not.

I am a collector of these
type of objects

- One hundred dollars.
- I'll buy it.

Too bad you don't have the other one.

If you should find it,
call me at the hotel Fremont.

- Who should I ask for?
- Ask for Lord Stanley.

I'll pay any amount for it.

Even 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 dollars!

Don't forget.

I found the other candle holder!

It was in a chest
with the kitchen stuff.

Look. There's written "Dux"
as on the other.

So now I can sell the couple.
I brought you the 30 dollars.

If you return the other one, I’ll
sell the couple for 2,000 dollars.

- Where is the other one?
- Two thousand dollars?

I'll buy the couple
for a thousand dollars.

A thousand?
No, give me back the other one.

I'll sell them to someone
who isn't such a son of a bitch.

I'll give you a thousand dollars
plus those 30 dollars.

Alright .
What should I do?

Some want it hot,
some want it cold,

you're such a jerk.

What? Is there
no Lord Stanley there?

Listen, Nico...

We are in a foreign country.

At this point, the game
has become really tough.

We've already done
7,000 dollars worth of swindles.

- I'm starting to worry.
- Don't. We'll give it all back.

Are you sure your plan will work?

It has to work.

It worked. You see?

Don Salvatore Passamonti
invites you to lunch.

Well, I am on a diet.

You can't pass up such a polite
invitation.

We know the rules, but we thought
this was a free zone.

Well, it isn't.

It is controlled by the association

of which I, modestly speaking,
represent.

The shop-keepers pay
protection money.

While you've already
swindled five drugstores,

four jewelry stores, an antique
dealer who is my ring companion.

What the hell impression
do I give?

We kiss your hands and apologize.

I think it's too little.

We are ready to give
the percentage to the association.

- OK.
- We obey.

Now we're talking!
Fifty-fifty.

Since you will obey, I can say
that you are very good.

In the fraud branch,
you are really good.

Modestly speaking,
in Rome I was famous.

Everyone knows Nico the pirate.

Don Salvatore, listen to me.

If you get me a partner
who speaks Roman,

straightforward, handsome
and precise like me,

I have a 200,000 dollar
fraud in mind.

For Saturday afternoon.

Send me that guy and Sunday
I'll bring you 100,000 Dollars.

- Are you serious?
- My word of honor.

But I need someone who speaks
Roman. I can't do it with him.

Where should I send him?

Saturday afternoon at the Saint
Francis cathedral, dressed as a friar.

Let's go.

Now you must hold on tight.

Hold on.

They say, "If they are roses,
they will blossom." Let's see.

Plant your feet on the floor
and hold on tight.

If you hit the roof with
your head again, you'll cave it in!

- Don't shoot!
- This time you will really die.

I didn't do anything.
What do you want from me?

To continue the talk begun
in Rome at the Scafa bridge.

You wanted me to believe
you were afraid of being killed.

Instead, you killed the others

and then came to enjoy
the loot here in America.

- I didn't kill anyone.
- Then you know who did it.

Come with us to Italy.

During the trip you'll spit
it all out.

- Let's go to the airport.
- Nico.

- Let's go by the hotel first.
- Why?

This time I really shit in my pants!

Nico, my compliments on your plan.

Now we have another death,

and a fistful of flies.

No. I have the big fly in my hand.

- Detective Giraldi.
- Attorney.

I did as you said on the phone.
Here I am.

What is so important
and secret?

Yes, it's very important and secret.

- I must tell you a story.
- What is it?

Well...

This matter that reached my ear...

I want to tell it just as I heard it.

- Understand?
- Well?

If there's money to earn here,
I want to get in on it.

Get to the point.

Once upon a time
there was an attorney,

a son of a bitch
whose name I won't mention,

who invented a system of
making money that is invincible.

With four delinquents, Pinarelli,
Michettoni, Tornabuoni and Proietti,

they formed an insurance
company, Enutria,

and had it insured with
another insurance company,

the biggest in London, Lloyds.
Must I continue?

Of course!
It's very interesting.

After having created the company,

this smart ass attorney,
whose name I won't mention,

began a series
of great frauds, never seen before.

From the papers, they took
the names of people killed

in airplane or car accidents,
houses that collapsed..

And then?

They made out an insurance policy
to the deceased people.

The names on the policies
were haphazard.

Then they sent everything to London

together with the first paid fee
of the policy.

But the date was two day before

the poor person had died.

That way they made a profit
of 40, 50, 60, 100 million

that Lloyds of London paid.

Fantastic! Is it over?

After six, seven years

of taking it all in...

he stopped.

He earned a good reputation
in the city and wanted to be mayor.

He tried to earn
a new reputation.

- Then what did he do?
- He hired killers

and had the four partners murdered.

But one of them, Proietti,

caught on, pretended to be dead
and went to San Francisco.

I read in the papers that Proietti

was killed along with
he friends.

So now this attorney
can sleep peaceful nights.

But there was another son of
a bitch, whose name I won't mention,

who sensed something fishy,

and went to San Francisco
to follow the other guy.

He got him, put him on a plane
and took him to Rome.

They killed him in Rome, but...

on the plane he had
the whole story told.

- The entire story is recorded here.
- I should have imagined.

We can reach an agreement.

Is 30... 40 million enough?

Let's make it 50.
IVA tax is yours.

- I had foreseen this, too.
- You foresee everything.

I brought a big advance.

Thank you.

- Let's go hear the recording.
- Yes. I've a recorder in the car.

It's the national anthem!

- It's a swindle!
- A patriotic swindle.

Stop! You've no way out!

Gargiulo, Ballarin, get him.

With compliments
of Lloyds of London.

It's for you.

- What the hell is it?
- Sherlock Holmes' hat.

The classic one!

Cute!

You get away with very little.

Thank you.

You're forgetting something.

- Bye. It's been a pleasure.
- Bye.

- What is it?
- The money belongs to Lloyd.

Right, the money.

Take them to the queen.

Make sure it's all there.

Tell her it's arriving
with compliments

from the biggest jerk
policeman of Italy.