All language subtitles for Kidnap.Syndicate.1975

Knock it off, you'll asphyxiate me!

- Is it all right?
- Yes, it rocks!

- Does it?
- Yes.

Do me a favor and
get a number 5 for the carburetor.

- I asked for a 5.
- You need a 6.

You're right, kids these days!
Coffee!

Okay.

Can't you make coffee
without getting burned?

Use a towel.
Like this, watch...

What's so funny?

- That's enough.
- All I've taught you, for nothing!

- Enough.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

It's hot.

- Did you make it?
- Yes.

It's disgusting!

Get your books.
Did you study?

Bye, Mom.

Keep an eye on things
till I get back.

Bye.

KIDNAP SYNDICATE

Bye, Dad.

- Behave yourself.
- Okay.

- Hi, Antonio.
- Hi, Fabrizio.

Help! Let me go!

- Fabrizio, help!
- Antonio!

Let me go!

Let go of him!

You cowards!

- Help!
- Let him go!

Control yourselves!

Commissioner Magrini
is going on leave!

I'll be at Hotel Acqua Sparta
on the Riviera.

Area code 081 .

I'll hang it up here.
Number 2530.

Do not disturb me
for any reason whatsoever.

Unless I get a promotion,

or a phone call
for an intimate evening

with Sofia Loren,
Brigitte Bardot or Laura Antonelli.

Will you be with a ladyfriend?

When dogs do it,
everyone knows.

But with men, you can only suppose!

I got this for you.

It's for you, Commissioner.

Watch, they'll fuck over
my holiday this time too.

Have fun without me, Riviera.

Hello?

Yes, sir. Chief.

Did you find the number or not?
This is insane!

Come on, hot stuff.

Do you want me to call?

Hello?
I'd like to talk to Mr. Filippini.

He's out?

- Is his wife there?
- The Duchess is out too.

She's gone too?

Then who is this?

The butler?
They even have a butler!

Where can I find Mr. Filippini?

- At his worksite.
- Where's that?

- Via Mantegna.
- Thanks.

All right.
I'll go see him.

- Did you find the other guy?
- He's a mechanic nearby.

Then call him.

Put Mr. Filippini through.

- I'm Police Commissioner Magrini.
- Straight away.

I'm ruining my shoes!

Hello?

Just a moment.

It's Police Commissioner Magrini.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Filippini is extremely busy.

I can take a message for him.

He wants to talk to you,
it's an emergency.

All right, you can come up.
Yes, thanks.

- Magrini?
- Yes.

- He's a cop?
- Yes.

- The financial police?
- No.

Then we have nothing to worry about.

I think not.

Welcome to paradise!

- I need to speak to you in private.
- Excuse me, Lina.

All right, I'll be downstairs.
Call if you need me.

I will.

- Goodbye.
- Excuse me.

Something's happened
concerning your family.

What? My wife?

My Son?

Was there an accident?

- Antonio?
- Yes, but he's okay.

Was he kidnapped?

He was kidnapped!
Tell me now, Commissioner!

How? When? Where?

TWO KIDS KIDNAPPED

You can leave us alone now.

We know it wasn't your fault.

Please, go make yourself a coffee

and try and get some rest.

Is your domestic help trustworthy?

They're like family.
They're very trustworthy!

And what does that mean, anyway?

Who can you trust?

It's always the most trustworthy ones,
the most innocent-looking ones!

What people won't do for money!

What I haven't seen people do
for money!

- You can't go through.
- I'm the other kid's father.

All right, follow me.

Take him to the Commissioner.

- Mr. Colella's here.
- Let him in.

Okay.

Hi, have you seen
what they've done to our boys?

They even got your son involved too!

How dare someone take a kid?
A kid!

How could they be so ruthless?

This will ruin their lives forever!

It will traumatize them
for the rest of their lives!

Relax, Grazia.

lat least hope
they're together.

They were kidnapped together,
so they must be together!

- I bet they're together...
- Follow me.

- Commissioner Magrini.
- Colella.

- The story's already...
- Yes, two hours ago.

Does your wife know?

My wife died... a few years ago.

I'm sorry.

I don't get it.

A kid from a home like this
is understandable.

But someone like me?

It seems your son jumped in
to try and save his friend

and they took both of them.

Hello, headquarters?
We found the car.

- This is Bonanni, my attorney.
- Hello.

- Commissioner Magrini and Mario...
- Colella.

My attorney says to
keep the police and the press out

until negotiations
have been concluded.

We're here to do our job

unless we get pressure
from above.

- We'll watch your back.
- I know who to turn to.

Hello?
Commissioner, it's for you.

No blood. They found it.

All right, I'm coming.

The Mia has been found.

It was abandoned
on the motorway to Pescara.

It was stolen from
the city warehouses.

I told you not to eat or drink.

Who knows what crap
they put in the milk.

That's why I only ate an apple.

- What kind of crap?
- Drugs! To knock us out.

Just go to sleep,
I'm going to read a comic book.

Don't be afraid.

Nice music!
What did you eat?

That is all of this edition's news.

- He's a construction magnate's son.
- What about the other one?

Didn't you hear?
A mechanic.

- Why did they take him?
- Who knows?

- You could have asked them before.
- They were in a hurry.

- What do we do now?
- What do you think?

That one kid's no fool,
he only ate the fruit.

Then don't give him any more fruit.

If he gives us trouble,
give him an injection.

We have to remain calm.

These people might make us wait
a week or two.

A week?

Another week like this
and I'll go crazy! I'll die!

- Some whisky?
- No.

Give it to me!

How can you be so calm?

They want me on my knees,
but they don't know me yet.

Well, I do!

I wish just this one time
you'd act... you'd feel...

That you'd not care about them!
They have our kids!

- Got it?
- Yes, of course.

Look, Colella...

I'm just as upset about
your son as I am about mine.

- You believe me, don't you?
- Oh, give it up!

How many times have I said to you
what a splendid kid Fabrizio is?

He's like a second child to me,
if not more.

Now fate has joined our kids
in this horrific nightmare,

but it's a blessing they're together.

I swear now to all of you,
and you can hold it against me

if I don't stick to it,

that I shall make no distinction
between Antonio and your son.

They play together and
they're going through this together

and from now on
they're like brothers.

YOU can count on me.

I'll see to their upbringing
until the last cent,

I don't care how much it costs.

As long as he comes home.

No news yet.

The Duke and Duchess have asked
to cut down the phone calls.

Apologies and thanks.

They're going to call,
they want to know...

Know what?
They keep the line engaged.

If they did want to make contact
they couldn't get through!

When are they going to make contact?
You know what they're like.

First they have to
wear out the victim.

They wear him out

then they jump on him
like animals!

- Is he your only child?
- Was it a public school?

Have the kidnappers
contacted you?

How was the kids' health?

Did they take them
outside the school?

- Have you heard from the kidnappers?
- We haven't. Nobody contacted us.

Is it for ransom
or is there another reason?

Like what? Revenge?
He has no enemies.

And what enemies could Colella,
a mechanic, have?

Anyway, Mr. Filippini has no intention
of paying a single cent.

Right.

I'd sell everything I have!

Everything!

The rumors say Filippini
has billions but that's incorrect.

People think billions grow on trees
but that isn't the case.

The construction business
is in crisis and he's feeling it.

The lack of business
is becoming worrying.

They're forced to accept

old apartments as payment
when there's no market for them.

And he has no other investments
that could produce large profits.

- Ten billion.
- That's an absurdity!

- Are you trying to ruin me?
- We haven't had any contact.

Where does
this ten billion come from?

One minute!

Please help us.

Print that the kids' parents
appeal to the kidnappers

to get in touch with the family
by any means possible.

But most of all,
provide some concrete proof

that Antonio and Fabrizio are safe.

- Any more questions?
- No, thanks.

- Thank you, goodbye.
- Good luck!

Sir, could I talk to you?

- You're a mechanic?
- Yes, specialized in motocross.

- Any employees'!
- Of course not... my son.

- Your son works with you?
- Obviously!

He's only twelve!

He's learning a trade
before becoming a reporter!

- They called.
- Did they?

They want me to act as mediator.
They're also going to call here

to trick the police.

But the real contacts
will be made through me.

- Good.
- They called a half hour ago.

What do I do if they call back?

Tell them it's okay if they deal
with you, then we'll see.

It's the lady kidnapper!

It's about time, I've had enough!
When can we leave?

Leave him alone, he's sleeping.
What did he ever do to you?

My father's going to come
and beat the crap out of you!

He will,just wait!

Why?

It's been three days!

Why haven't they got in touch?

If they want money,
they'll have to tell us, won't they?

They've got the upper hand,
why would they have to rush?

And with all our friends calling...

I understand, it's nice of them

but they keep the line engaged!

They'll find a way.

I'm going to the bank tomorrow
to get everything ready.

So if they call, it will be ready.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

There's too much tension around,
they're waiting.

It's probably one of
the usual pains in the neck.

What?

How much? That's impossible!

It was them.

- Finally!
- They want ten billion!

Mr. Filippini,
the amount is ten billion.

You have three days
to get it ready.

You'll be hearing from us.
Take care.

That pig has a charming voice!

What about Fabrizio?
You said they'd let him go today!

I did, of course I did!

It would be logical.

Why keep a kid
who's not worth anything?

Sorry...

I meant
all they're interested in is money.

Your son is a burden to them,
it's the other one that counts.

Sure.

If shit was worth something,
the poor would be born with no ass.

- Should I wait for them to kill him?
- They won't.

They're well organized,
they've got a specific plan.

Ruthless, but specific.

They won't do anything without
money, not even kill.

- Then why are they keeping him?
- It just happened

They don't want to risk
him saying something

that helps us find out
where they took them.

They'll let him go
with Filippini's kid.

- But it says here he won't pay!
- Right...

- You know how much they want?
- Yes.

Well then?
They almost always bargain.

It's in their interest to ask for
an amount the victim can pay.

So I should just wait
and hope he pays the ransom?

- What about in the meantime?
- What am I supposed to do?

You're the police, not me!
He asked you not to act!

- But if he won't pay, you must act!
- We are, Colella.

- Are you?
- Yes, very carefully.

To protect the lives
of those two kids.

- We can't scare the kidnappers.
- You couldn't even if you tried!

- Has a day gone by?
- A d a

- You're out of your head!
- It can't be more than two days.

They stole my watch!
There was a calendar on it.

That's why they stole it.

- One or two days?
- What are you saying?

They've fed us spaghetti,
fettuccine,

roast chicken, rice,

cheese, ham and steaks.

- It's been at least a week.
- A week?

Move over.

It's a tape recorder,
let's say something.

Mom, Dad, I've been kidnapped!
Save me, hurry!

Aren't you going to let me talk?

Dad, hurry up!
Let's waste these creeps!

Let's waste them!

When they call you,
first ask them

to describe what Antonio was wearing
when they took him, as proof.

Second,
to demand a less crazy amount.

A more sensible offer.

What do they think?
That I'm the Shah of Persia?

They won't listen to me.

They tell me to shut up if I talk.
They just give orders.

It's in their interest to negotiate.

My lawyer's going to Zurich to do
what he must, he'll be back tomorrow.

The whole thing will be over
in a couple of days.

Then we'll be ready.

Do we have to worry
about the police?

No, I've even talked to the press.

They said it was a matter of principle
and I said I don't give a crap!

I just want my son back, now.

But they need to ask for less.

Lina, it's all up to you.

Don't tell anyone,
not even my wife.

Don't leave your house
for any reason, you're on holiday.

- My attorney will call you.
- I feel bad for that Colella.

Why, do you think my wife and I
are enjoying this?

Are the phones tapped?

Of course, all of them,

even the lawyer's.

Who knows
who they've got in touch with.

- A relative, an employee...
- So contact's been made?

Don't put words in my mouth!
It could be.

I have a right to know!
Doesn't my opinion count?

Use your head!

Kidnapping for ransom
is a profitable business,

get that into your head!

Last year
there were 24 kidnappings

and as far as we know,
a total profit of 50 billion.

There are people who pay ten
but say they paid two.

But Filippini has
both two and ten billion!

Probably even 30 or 40,
but what does that mean?

- How do I know?
- You think he won't bargain?

I repeat, kidnapping
is a profitable business.

Kidnappers are businessmen

who make deals
and they have their own terminology.

Today they talk about
"an estimate package",

"platforms",
getting fucked up the ass!

Then there are political kidnappings

and that's a complete mess.

There are all kinds:
white, red, green, orange...

Move over!

Let me tell you something.

I've never seen anyone pay
a high ransom

then close their business down
because they went bankrupt.

It's like there's a magic wand
and they can make billions!

I've never seen anyone pay
two or three billion

and go bankrupt.

I don't get this guy.

Even if I had a part
of that money,

I'd have already paid,
I'd even go bankrupt!

Colella...

You'd sell your soul
and the eyes in your head.

But he wants to bargain.

Over his own son's life.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello, who is it?

Who is it?

I'm not stupid,
I know what's happening!

- You refuse to pay!
- What?

They were supposed
to call back but they didn't!

Why won't you believe me?

You'd know if they called back.
You're always home!

You'd even bargain your own son!

- Don't talk to me like that.
- I know you!

You're out of your mind, stop that!

They just say to wait.

- Is that all they can say?
- Yes, and not to make any moves.

What are we supposed to wait for,
the police?

Ten billion and no guarantee?
What is this, a poker game?

All right,
I can play poker

but if I have to lay out cards,
the stakes must be lower.

If I give it to them too soon,
they'll think it's too easy

and they'll want 15.

It's better to make them
wait two or three more days.

I'm sure that's the best thing.

Two or three days more.

What?

Two or three more days?

You're insane!
Give it to them now!

- We were discussing how.
- I'm not deaf, I know what's going on!

You either give it to them now,
or I'll be on that phone in a flash

telling the newspapers to say
they should deal with me.

I'll pay all of it!
I'll even give them 20 billion!

Just to get my son back
and that poor kid who's with him.

My husband's and the company's money
is mine, don't you know that?

He built it with my family's money.
Didn't you know that?

Well, now you do.
And I want my son back.

Right now!

Then what are they doing
with the money?

You say the money's marked
and usually gets traced.

The actual kidnappers
are just job-doers.

The people who plan it
are up much higher,

they're very organized
and they get what they want.

Filippini's money will come back
from Switzerland nice and clean,

like a wedding dress.

Maybe even in Filippini's own business
without him even knowing.

All right, but what does my son
have to do with all this?

Absolutely nothing.

They took him by mistake
and they'll let him go

along with Filippini's kid.

That's what I'm saying!

I have to stand here like a fool
waiting for him to decide to pay.

- Because he's bargaining.
- Bargaining?

There's nothing you can do,
he's bargaining.

Well I don't like it.

No more news about
Antonio Filippini,

the son of the construction magnate.

The boy was kidnapped by
three men outside their school

along with his friend,
Fabrizio Colella.

Same old story.
I don't get this Filippini guy.

The lawyer got back from Switzerland
with the money three days ago.

- Are they waiting for the police?
- No, they wouldn't dare.

Then what's this fool up to?
Just pay, asshole!

Let's give him 48 hours
and if he doesn't pay,

we'll have to force him into it.

Hello?

- So it was you earlier?
- No, I didn't call.

What?
You didn't call twice before?

It was obviously them
checking to see if you're there.

No, try and push them to the limit.

Hold out for three more days
and no more than three billion.

I know, but what can I say?

You know what he's like.

Just save as much

as possible.

All right.

Bye.

Colella!

I was just passing by so I thought...

why don't I go have a little chat
with my good friend Colella.

So I just popped in.

How's it going?

This is for Fabrizio,
when he comes home.

Thanks, I hope it's soon.

See, when I lost my wife,
his mother,

I had to be mother and father
from one day to the next

with all the responsibilities,
I even had to quit racing.

I tried to make the loss of his mother
as easy as possible on him.

I sacrificed for him and now
those crooks took him away!

It's not fair!
Now I miss his mother.

That's it...

I can't take it anymore.

I can't live through this,
it's too hard!

It's been twelve days
and no one knows anything.

How is he?
Where is he?

No one knows!
Just complete silence.

They wanted the press to keep quiet.

- Who'!
- Filippini and the kidnappers.

- Well, not me!
- I know.

Anyway...

maybe this silence means something,
maybe it's a sign

that they're...
You're not talking.

You're not hiding something
to keep me calm, are you?

- Go on.
- Go on?

Commissioner...

do you know anything at all?

Use your head.
Filippini is a powerful man.

He's got friends,
relatives, employees, lawyers...

If I knew what his lawyer
was up to right now,

I could tell you what's going on.

- Did the same guy call?
- I don't know.

- What exactly did he say?
- To get a black suit ready.

- A black suit? For who?
- I don't know, they didn't say.

Take your time, offer five.

I'll do what you say.

Come in, Colella.
You haven't come by lately.

I'm glad you're here.
Things are looking up.

I had to keep quiet
because this is a delicate matter

and a false move
could ruin everything.

- Why won't you pay?
- I'm trying to explain.

This is a deal just like any other
and that's how I'm treating it.

You consider our kids a deal?

They want ten billion!
Do you realize how much that is?

I only know
I'd sell everything I have!

You should do the same!

That's easy for you to say,
you have nothing!

I'll save Antonio, but I have
no intention of paying 10 billion.

I can't even get that much
together so quickly.

I made a counter offer of five billion
for both kids.

Both of them,
I told the bastards.

- You're too kind. What did they say?
- They're not stupid, they'll give in.

They want this over too.

Why don't we just wait a while longer

and maybe they'll give us
some money!

Damn it!

Hello.

What's going on?

Why have you decided to do this?
They won't pay?

- Then you're doing it.
- Relax, I'm here now.

But why?

Nice place.
No neighbors.

I'll take care of this.
Get the kid.

Hello?

What?

Fiumicino?

Which kid?

You don't know.
I'll be right there.

Christ!

Mr. Filippini, please.
It's Commissioner Magrini.

I'm coming to pick you up.

Don't ask, I'll be right there.

Yes.

Colella?

I'm coming to pick you up.

Colella?

Fabrizio!

You can't leave me alone!

Fabrizio, why?

This can't be!

It's not fair!

Fabrizio!

Fabrizio! Why?

Relax...

It's your fault!
It's because of your damned money!

- No...
- You killed him!

Over your dirty money!
You killed him!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Fabrizio, my baby!

8, 8, 0, 4, 5.
Aquila.

Did you hear?
A boy was picked up on the motorway.

- Which one?
- The construction magnate's son.

- When?
- Last night.

- At 4:00.
- Thank God!

What a nightmare.
No one knows how much.

- 10 billion.
- What about the one they killed?

They killed him because
the rich guy wouldn't pay.

Kill the poor one
but not the rich one!

Why do you want to know?

For an accident.

The owner is
Policriti Antonio.

He lives in Vario
in Via del Carmine, 3.

Is it bothering you?

Nice car!

- Is it yours?
- Yes, is it bothering you?

What do you want?

- Careful, he's mad!
- Don't you worry.

Well?

- I had a kid too.
- You came here to tell me that?

No, to kill the man who killed him.

You're in the wrong place.
I don't know what you're saying.

His life wasn't worth
anything to you.

You killed him
to scare Filippini into paying.

- I told you, he's mad!
- Shut up!

Keep denying it
and I'll kill them too.

You're not crazy, but you're wrong.
Explain yourself.

The car.

I was there yesterday
when they loaded the money.

- My car?
- Yours.

Oh, God!

The car was in the garage
all day yesterday.

- I was in the country.
- The truth or I shoot!

- For the last time, the truth!
- It's my fault.

Pino asked me to borrow the car.
I know you don't like him to...

- Who's Pino'!
- Her brother.

- Where is he?
- At the bar, day and night.

Ask for the blonde and
take it out on him, now leave.

When is Pino, the blonde, coming?

How do I know?

Does anyone know
where Pino, the blonde, is?

Either drink something or leave.
We're closing.

So early?
Fine, a beer.

200 liras.

A liqueur.

Wait.

- Is Pino, the blonde, out there?
- Who? I don't know him.

I saw them.

There must be a mistake,
I don't know him.

Move!
Hands at your side.

It wasn't me,
I'm an outsider.

- Who do you work for?
- People in Milan.

It was Labbrone who made contact,
the guy I ran over.

He was a freelancer too,
like me.

We didn't want to do it.
They told us no deaths.

Then they gave the order
and a guy with a gun came.

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

Colella didn't come home last night.
I left a guy on watch.

Good job.

Paggelli, file these letters
and take them to headquarters.

- How's the operation going?
- It's going.

We just got
the authorization to proceed.

Imagine the law
cutting all the ties

between criminals, relatives,
relatives' friends, telephone lines

and incriminating the kidnapped kid's
parents as much as the kidnapper.

There'd be no more kidnapping.

And if in this great country of ours,
there was no one

who could find
10 billion from one day to the next

as if it was peanuts,

there'd be no more kidnapping.

- Do you want a revolution?
- No, I want to know where Colella is.

Because I'd be raising hell
if I were him.

A little more.

Okay.

Stop.

- I'm here to pick up two bags.
- They're right there.

Wait, where are you going?

- Where were you going?
- We were following the van.

- To where?
- Milan.

- Then where?
- The main toll booth.

- Then where?
- That's all.

There are other people waiting there.

There it is.

- What do you see?
- A motorcycle.

- There's a machine-gun too.
- Now you've seen it.

I opened it
and you saw what's in it.

That's all. You!

Get out!

Well, what have you got
to say for yourself?

That's enough.

Where did you put the bags?

What's got into you,
you stupid milkman?

Get them out of here
and I'll tell you.

What?

Get them out of here
and I'll tell you.

Go on.

I'm not a milkman.

I'm the kid's father,

the one you killed.

Yes,

that kid.

Why did you let yourself
get caught so easily?

No, I came here on purpose.

- Why?
- You can't do anything to me.

I have nothing to worry about.
You won't kill me.

I'm the only one who knows
where the money is.

- What do you want?
- Half.

Don't worry,
I'll give you the money.

But just half.
I get the other half.

- What for?
- I want the unmarked half.

That money is marked
and is worthless.

I want half, intact.

I'll give you ten billion
and you give me five.

- Clean.
- You're mistaken.

It costs to change money.

Even an idiot like you
has to know that.

Then...

If you're not changing your offer
then there's nothing left to do.

Use your head and I'll call.

Call who?
Aren't you important enough?

You're not important enough.
You know why'!

Because if I call and they couldn't
give a crap about that ten billion,

you're dead, understand?

You two!

Treat him well,

he's a valuable friend.

Wait on the phone.

Let's not take any chances.

Let's kill him
and forget about the money.

Then what?
They won't believe our explanation.

You know what they're like,
they'll believe me.

- I'm no amateur.
- Exactly.

Offer him a billion unmarked liras
from Switzerland.

Ten percent less
won't be the end of the world.

Problems do come up.

They'll get 80% instead of 90%.

What?
They killed his only son!

You'd think he'd be upset,
angry and unhappy.

But no,
he wants money, he's bargaining.

Go ahead and deal, Pardi.

Okay, let's make a deal.

- I want to talk to them.
- You've talked enough.

These operations are costly,
we'll tell you how much.

It's costly to you,
I don't give a fuck!

You're not using your head.

I'll use my head
with someone who deserves it.

There's no point
in wasting it on you.

Put me in touch with someone
less insignificant than you.

Where can I find you in Milan?

Where can I find you?

You can call me here.

Here.

Did you kill my son?

You still haven't told me
why they killed Fabrizio.

One guy died in the accident

but there was someone else's blood
there too, and weapons.

The dead guy was Taddei,
a notorious criminal,

a nobody,
unknown to the kidnapping world.

There's no sign
of the other car.

The man who got run over
has no record,

neither does the guy
found dead in the barn.

No one knows who the woman was,
probably an Eastern refugee.

The three dead people in the barn

could have something to do with
the delivery of the bags.

It's the same place
the lawyer told us about.

- But I think he's lying.
- We analyzed the tires.

The soil almost matches
the soil in the barn.

Almost completely.
If it was possible, I'd say the same.

What about the weapons?

The serial number on the gun is gone
and the shotguns have been reported.

Since when are
sawn-off shotguns reported?

What do you think?

Wait a minute...

We have four dead people
and the blood of a fifth.

There are stolen
and missing cars,

a gun with a missing serial number,
a mysterious Eastern refugee,

two dead people with no record
and a nobody who's still alive.

I'm supposed to understand all this
just because I'm a commissioner?

What the fuck!

I see. Listen up.

Show up with some concrete offers,
I'm not wasting time.

Do you know
your way around Milan?

Yes, I was here several years ago
for some races.

- You have to deal with me.
- You?

Who are you?

I want to deal with the big guys,
the decision-makers.

- Well, you have to deal with me.
- I said no.

Do you realize what I did?
I followed the money and found you.

I'm not going to stop that easily.

You wish you could
do the same,

but I'm not taking you to the money,
I want some guarantees.

First we make a deal on the amount,
then we talk about guarantees.

First guarantees.
I'm not even going to talk to you!

I want new faces,
important faces.

Let's pull him along until
he gives in, I'll take care of it.

I don't agree.

Fine, all I'll do
is keep an eye on him.

But think about it
before you send that person.

All right, all I have to do
is not lose sight of him.

I know how valuable he is.

- Yes?
- You don't deal with me anymore.

- Then who do I deal with'!
- I don't know, you 'll find out.

They'll take care of everything.

- How will I know who it is?
- They'll let you know.

They'll say: "Fabric from Scotland"
and you answer "natural or colored".

All right... loser.

Mr. Colella?

- You?
- Do you know who I am?

Yes, but I'm expecting
someone else.

I know,
you're expecting me.

Fabric from Scotland.

Fabric from Scotland...

Fabric from Scotland!

Listen to me!

Wait! Listen to me!

Please, listen to me!

Then talk!

What could you have to say?

I understand how you feel...

I understand.

You should want to kill me.

But listen to me first.

I came here for you,

to tell you what kind of trouble
you've got yourself into.

You don't understand, but I do!

So first listen to me

then you can do what you want,
even kill me.

I've been working for that creep
Filippini for ten years.

You don't know how much
he's taken advantage of me.

You just don't know!

Well...

He had me under a spell.

I carried out
all his dirty business.

The envelopes
I sent to ministers,

the taxes I forged,
you have no idea!

I slept with his clients,

I'm the one who took his money
to Switzerland!

- I don't care about Filippini.
- Well, I do!

I have to get this off my chest!
Understand?

- Or you'll never know why I'm here.
- They sent you here.

I don't even know
who "they" are!

One day a guy comes and says:
"Here's 50 million."

Just for information
and I say yes.

Actually,
I didn't say yes or no.

He left the money
and was gone.

A month later
he shows up again.

How was I to know
there'd be a kidnapping

and that your poor kid
was going to die?

I can't sleep anymore!
I had no idea your kid would pay!

I thought Filippini
would get scared

and fork out the money.

But no...

Believe me, the rest is all my fault,

but not your son's death.

I don't care
if it's your fault or not.

We're here to talk about money.
So let's talk!

You thought they filled you in
because of your pretty eyes?

- What did you tell him'!
- Everything, the truth.

Luckily, only what you knew.
How did he take it?

I want to know the truth too.

He's a bastard like you,
all he cares about is money.

He's a smart one,
he'll get what he wants.

Anyway,

there are people
who want the news first hand.

Here.

Tomorrow morning at 11.
Be on time.

And as far as that bastard
up there is concerned,

keep your trap shut
until you hear otherwise.

We'll let him know.

Hello.

Filippini's secretary
got in touch with Colella.

He asked for five
as a starting point,

but for a loser like him,

five, two, three or four...
it's all the same.

Anyway,
he wants to invest in the business.

- It's a big risk.
- I think so too.

We have to decide.

Pardi, our fiduciary
on an executive level,

hasn't taken his eyes off him.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

Anything else?

Believe me,
you'll never get five billion.

But I did a good job on you,
I convinced them.

- Convinced who?
- Who!

Why don't you just
ask me for the moon?

I don't know who they are.

- Who am I supposed to deal with?
- Me. We're dealing, aren't we?

Then you go talk to them,
but stop asking me who they are,

I don't know.

You say you convinced them,
of what?

That you're serious
and want to join the business.

You probably explained to them
my point of view.

I want five billion.
It's significant, but not a lot.

I'll give a sufficient amount
to join the operation.

If five is enough, fine.
If not, let them say so.

Of course,
I told them about your offer.

- Well?
- It's all ready.

Tomorrow at noon, at
the International Financial Institute

and ask for the director.

- Who is he?
- I don't know who he is.

You go in there and start talking.

Let them lead the conversation.

If you're any good,
you'll settle it all tomorrow.

International Financial Institute,
at noon.

Yes, now I have to go.

- Should I say you're coming?
- Yes.

Goodbye.

Hello.

- What are you doing here?
- I want to come with you.

- To see them?
- Yes, I could be useful.

- All right.
- Let's go.

- Mr. Colella is here.
- Okay, let him in.

Let's go on to
the Filippini case.

We're at a dead end,
wouldn't you say?

- Yes.
- Listen to me now.

We killed that guy's son.

I doubt he wants to make a deal.

Shoot him six times in the head
and let's close this thing.

Italy is full of Filippinis.

Why take a chance on one case,
it's already too complicated.

But let's hear what he has to say.

Go in.

We've heard you want
to invest in us and we're honored.

We've received information
and it sounds good,

so we can begin negotiations.

I suggest we start
with an exchange of ideas

regarding the amount
you plan on investing here.

Your request
is around five billion liras,

if I'm not mistaken.

But the amount we're willing
to consider at this time

is about two billion.

But we can settle that.

For now,
we'd like to know how...

how you plan
to transfer the funds.

Listen carefully,
Mr. Colella.

You need to tell us
how you're planning to deliver it.

That's only fair, isn't it?

What I mean is...

Where is this money?
Where do you keep it?

I burned it.

Who ordered my son to be killed?

What does it matter now?

You killed them all back there,

the person who ordered it
is dead now too.

Thanks, that's what I wanted to know.

Are you the one who did it?

When an order is carried out,
it's never the killer's fault.

I've killed a lot of people,
but always painlessly.

You're not a professional,
shoot me somewhere good!

In my forehead,
the back of my neck!

It's as if someone pulled the plug!

Shoot, you idiot!

Shoot me behind the ear,
where I shot your son.