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Decide, Mr. Domenico.
Mr. Mainetti wants the restaurant

to turn it into a jeans store.
I must give him an answer.

I'm not the only one who decides.
If there are too many roosters...

What do they say in China?

They say, "It's easy to open a
store, but hard to keep it open."

- Nice. Is it Confucius?
- It's not a proverb.

It's just nonsense that
my grandmother said.

But 15,000 pounds for a
license without alcoholic drinks

isn't a trifle. If Grandma
gave us a discount,

- I'd give her an answer promptly.
- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow is Sunday.
The day after.

If tomorrow isn't alright,
then the day after.

If it's not a proverb,
it's an ultimatum.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Will this hurt?

To health.

Good!

Slightly sweet.

Each of us must fill in
a non-transferable check

for 3,000 pounds.
Three times five, 15,000.

The Chinese woman won't
give it to us for less. Alright?

Hey! Have you become mute?

If we want a business of
our own, we must sacrifice.

You want to remain waiters
for the rest of your lives?

Biagio. The place isn't expensive.

But she wants the money
by Monday, and all of it.

I realize you've given me
the best chance of my life.

I thank you with all my heart.

I am enthusiastic.

But I must inform you that I'm out.

- In what sense?
- I am not dishing out any money.

I understood. But why
did you change your mind?

Because of my failing health.

I want to return to Italy,

to my home, my town.
I don't want to die on foreign soil.

What town? What home?
The earthquake destroyed everything.

I will rebuild it.

That's why I need the
money that I put aside.

And you tell me that after I've struggled
for 6 months with that Chinese woman,

to the last cent? Without
your part, the deal is off.

It's a big sacrifice for everyone.

Yes. 3,000 pounds
are all our savings.

I didn't find it under
a fig tree. Come on.

It's almost 8 million.

We need some
time to think it over.

More time? We can give
up a restaurant all of our own.

- It's not mandatory.
- We'll talk about it tonight.

What will we talk about?
Salvatore wants to die in Italy,

Valentino still has to think it
over, the cook can't cook...

He looks like a train driver.

I tried to have you
understand in every way.

What else can I say?
Go fuck yourselves!

Please sit down.

If you want to order...
Spaghetti, right? Two spaghetti.

- Do you prefer white wine...
- We'll have tea.

- Tea with spaghetti is perfect.
- Domenico.

I'll bring it right away.

Domenico, come here.

- What is it?
- That guy at the door.

- Go see what he wants.
- Why? What is he doing?

He's probably waiting for someone.

- Please, come in.
- You have something for me here?

Inexpensive spaghetti, but
don't ask me what they taste like.

No, I'm looking for a job.

- Nothing even in the kitchen?
- No, we are many.

- All Italian.
- Yes.

- All Mafia.
- Why?

- Because you're a Mafia man.
- I am a Mafia man?

If I'm a mafioso, then
you're are a cannibal. Who are you?

Farther down, if all goes well,
there should be 5 vacant jobs.

But not before a month.

I can tell them to keep one.

Do you want to spend this
month looking at each other?

What did he want?

Martin, how did it go?

- Nothing here either?
- Let's go our own way.

No, wait. Martin!

Calm down. Let's go eat something.
You've been around all morning.

Leave me alone, understand?
You must leave me alone!

I told you to leave him
alone. Did he hurt you?

You'd better forget about someone
who is always around looking for work.

Let's go, Tom.

I appreciate the effort, Kate, but
today you can't make me laugh.

Those four losers
are disappointing me.

- Domenico.
- Thank you, my love.

Alright...

- Domenico.
- Yes?

Not all Italians are like you.

- No, eh?
- No.

- You're a lot more "coglione" (asshole).
- What do you mean?

You told me yourself that Italians say that
when you're too kind and generous.

You're right.

Thank you, love. Here.

You're wearing perfume.
Where're you going today?

I'm going to see my
lover. Does that worry you?

No. I'll kill you and your
lover even if he doesn't exist.

What should I do with the restaurant?
Should I take on two quotas?

- Do you have it?
- No.

Aren't we just fine like this?

Yes, maybe you're right.
I am a real "coglione" (asshole).

I told you.

You shrewd lady!

This is the country of the sun,

this is the country of the sea.

Bravo, Figaro,
bravo, bravo, bravo!

Very fortunate, actually!

Rome, don't be foolish tonight.

Give me a hand at
having her say yes.

Excuse me, madam. Darn!

It looks like cyclone Carolina.

Are you ready?

Come on, Salvatore!

I'm coming.

Alright. So, one without sauce...

We must understand Salvatore.

At times I understand Salvatore,
at times I understand you.

At times, Biagio...
Who understands me?

What? If you give
in, we lose all hope.

You're not fooling
me anymore. It's over.

I am younger than you.
Accept this advice. I...

- You must not give up.
- You think I want that? I'm going.

You people are discouraging.

This is the country of the sun,
this is the country of the sea.

- Spaghetti, macaroni.
- Always in a cheerful mood!

Cheerful and without worries!

- Could you put jam on it?
- If you want! It'll become a cake.

You can do anything
to this spaghetti.

- Well-cooked for me.
- They're in a semi-liquid state.

You can eat them with a spoon...
In fact, I'll bring you a straw.

A woman is as fickle
as a feather in the wind.

She changes her
attitude and her mind.

A woman is as fickle
as a feather in the wind.

She changes her attitude

and her mind.

And her mind!

Her mind!

Quarters of hours go by...

One, two, three...

Valentino, I'm going.
I'll wait for you at home.

I'll stay a bit longer to talk
about the restaurant. Bye.

What're you doing?

It's good! I want to learn how to
make this sauce. What's it called?

- "Puttanesca".
- Calling me a whore?

- No. That is its name.
- Why?

Those "ladies", from
which it gets its name,

didn't have much time to cook.

So between one client and another,
they made it with what was at home.

A couple of olives, an anchovy...

Efisio, what kind of cook are you?

Why? Must all cooks
know how to cook?

What I said is bullshit, huh?

That's how it used to be.
Cooks had to know how to cook.

Really? They asked me if I knew
how to maneuver these machines.

- Right!
- I am a mechanic.

With your teaching, at our future
restaurant, I'll become a great cook.

What future restaurant?
We don't have the full amount.

The Chinese woman wants a yes
or no answer by Monday.

- Know what the Chinese are like?
- No. How are they?

- Punctual.
- I'd never heard of that.

- Surely more so than Sardinians.
- Why, are Tuscans punctual?

- Very much!
- They took after the Chinese.

Shall we make a world map
of punctuality?

We were born servants
and will die as servants.

And for that matter,
on foreign soil,

- because of a traitor.
- Hello.

Here he is! Thank you, Salvatore.
You gave us a worthy burial.

I share your bitterness.

Are you happy with your selfishness?

We thank you with affection
from the bottom of our heart.

"Merci beaucoup", Salvatore.

But...

Blessed Saint Agata!

What can I do?

Bastards!

Chinese, Japanese, Koreans...

Fuck all of them!

I'll break it here!

- I'll break them!
- Salvatore.

Alright. I'm in.

"Salvatore saves the day!
Now we give a big hooray!"

Thank you, Father. Let his tongue
dry up before he changes his mind.

- Salvatore, you're amazing!
- A savior we should all be praising!

Everyone together, with passion.

- Domenico, you come too.
- I can't. The pasta will get ruined.

Where are you going? Relax!
Look who I am teaming with!

- See you tomorrow.
- Goodbye.

See you tomorrow.

- Olives...
- Why season them on the burner?

They have a better flavor.
What is the saying?

The heat helps them blend.

The sauce wraps up
the pasta, excites it,

penetrates deep inside,

and makes it pregnant with
taste. Smells good, huh?

Now I know why
it's called slutty pasta!

- It's erotic spaghetti.
- It's aphrodisiac.

It fills the belly
and hardens the weenie.

We make bad pasta during the
day, but I make peace with it at night.

- I want to make peace too.
- Me too!

Demi-sec from Cupramontana.

- It's ice cold.
- Give me a napkin, please.

- Thank you.
- This one is special.

Thank Biagio who is
offering the champagne.

- Thank you, Biagio.
- The circumstance requires it.

- Good evening.
- Here's the money-eating accountant.

- Hello.
- How's it going with the new place?

- You really want to leave us?
- He doesn't believe it.

- Come on, Valentino.
- You're mussing up my hair!

- Let's do some accounting.
- He is crazy.

- How much is the profit tonight?
- 3,800 pounds.

Our bosses can be happy.

We always have the
biggest profit of the evening.

Tonight, in the other
restaurants it didn't go as well.

Every evening it doesn't
go well in the other ones.

Where will our bosses
find waiters like us?

There aren't any around anymore.

If we even make one fifth,

- we'll become millionaires.
- Be honest.

- How much did Bella Napoli make?
- Bella Napoli, 3,500.

Santa Lucia, 2,600
and Marechiaro, 2,900.

- How much is the total?
- 12,800 pounds.

- Over 30 million!
- People like macaroni.

Listen. We'll give the accountant
a nice blow on the head

- and pay the Chinese woman.
- A nice plan!

Salvatore makes me
laugh when he speaks.

Tell the boss that next
month he won't have this profit

because our new restaurant
will be undefeatable competition.

If all goes well, I'll be a partner.
What's the place's name?

- What will we call it?
- We didn't think of it.

- I have an idea.
- Let's hear it.

"Montecatini"!

Sounds to me like a laxative.

- Why Montecatini?
- What a nut!

In Montecatini there's a
hotel school that is international.

I was a part of it.

Why do you move like
that when you speak?

Because I am a serious,
high class professional.

But you look a bit effeminate.

I may be wrong, but...

Vulgarity triumphs.
We've reached the bottom.

Now we toast.
Long live our restaurant!

- You are really good.
- Long live China!

Long live Juventus!

- Long live our new restaurant!
- Long live Gigi Riva!

- Long live England!
- Be quiet!

I have a wonderful idea.

Imagine the sign...

"Viva l'Italia".

- You can't beat that!
- Lovely!

In red, white and...
It's closed! In red, white...

Who is this jerk?
The word "Italia" brings good luck.

- This is a holdup.
- Tell them it's closed.

Hands up!

May I help you?

- Turn off the light!
- Turn it off!

Go on!

What are you doing, idiot?

- Where is the bag with the money?
- I don't have it.

- Neither do I.
- What bag?

- Give him the bag.
- Look around.

- The bag!
- There's nothing here.

- Look in the cash register.
- Where is the bag?

- Not my hair!
- If you don't pull out the money,

I'll rip out all your
hair. Where is it?

Down!

- Not my hair!
- Shut up!

- Where is the bag?
- Shut up, understand?

Let's try to keep calm.

Hey, stop!

- Help! Thief!
- Stop!

- Stop!
- No! I don't have the money!

- No, I don't have it!
- Stop!

Help! Don't shoot!

- Stay calm.
- What is it?

A holdup, at the
restaurant... Robbers!

A holdup, at the restaurant.

- Where is the bag with the money?
- I don't know.

- What about you?
- I don't have it.

If I knew, I would tell you.

- Leave him alone. Don't move.
- He feels sick.

- I can't find it.
- We must find it. Hurry up.

Bill, what are you
doing? Stay low!

- Come inside and hide.
- They saw us.

- It's his fault.
- What'll we do now?

What'll we do now?

What'll we do, Martin?

Police!

- Look at where we are!
- What's going on in there?

Martin, those 5
guys ran off that way.

Five? Weren't they six?

- That's how the money disappeared.
- Now we must disappear too.

- We have to run away too.
- Run away, where?

Let's go!

This way.

- Which way, Martin?
- This way!

Come. The exit
is here. Let's go!

- Are we out in the open?
- I think so, in the alley.

- The sky is covered.
- There is a wall. We aren't out.

- The exit!
- Go!

This is a refrigerating room.

What are you doing?

What are you doing inside?

- Where is the exit, Mafia man?
- Mafia man?

- I asked where the exit is?
- There is no exit here.

Don't try to be a wise guy.

Don't you remember me?

I don't recognize
anyone without glasses.

Take a good look at me.
Now you remember me.

Are you crazy? Now
he recognized you.

- But there still isn't an exit.
- Why are you closed in here?

- You're shooting out there.
- Doesn't it seem logical?

Are you sure there
isn't another exit?

The only exit is the entrance.

Darn it!

Sergeant!

Sir.

They said there's an
Italian, an accountant.

He is shocked. He can't speak.

- What else do we know?
- Only that.

Sergeant, give me the megaphone.

Hey, you inside!

Where they ran away.
There must be a back exit.

Can you hear me?

Turn on the flashlights!

Turn them on!

Let's go.

- What now, Martin?
- We are in a trap.

This is the police.
Chief Hutchinson is speaking.

We are many and well-armed.
Come out with your hands up.

Remain calm and
nobody will get hurt.

- We have no choice.
- Be quiet. Let Martin talk.

Chief!

We didn't do anything.
Will you let us go, please?

Come out and
we'll talk about it.

Ok, but no funny business.

You either.

- No, stop there!
- You did nothing serious.

Certainly.

We want you to guarantee something.

- Your word is enough.
- I'll give you my word.

I'll tell the judges to take
your attitude into consideration.

Aside from the gun shot,
you didn't do other damage.

That's right, no damage.
Nobody got hurt!

- Who talked?
- Ceccacci Domenico. I work here.

- I am here with 4 colleagues.
- Everyone has a family!

Guys, did you kidnap 5 people?

- No kidnapping!
- We didn't kidnap anyone.

- No kidnapping.
- There's been a misunderstanding.

The arrival of the police
scared us, and in running away,

we found ourselves all
together. It was a coincidence.

- You say something too.
- Excellency, I swear!

- Everything is ok!
- We can guarantee it.

Chief, if you send away your
officers, we'll leave right away.

Alright.

Toss out your arms and come out.

- I'll go out first.
- Alright.

Guys, have you decided?

Remember that you have a record!

- You got out of jail 2 months ago.
- He's right!

- I'm the only clean one.
- You'll get at least 5 years.

- I'll get 3 to say the least.
- Five years? I didn't do anything.

- You will get by.
- I'll stay with you.

He wouldn't make it.
Association with delinquents.

Come on, guys.
What are you doing?

- Wait...
- Come on, Martin. Speak!

If we weren't delinquents,
things would be different.

- What do you mean?
- We'd get mitigation.

What are you saying?
Why should we?

We could be from BLF.

- What is BLF?
- Black Liberation Front.

- It is a political offense.
- Right. Fantastic!

Fantastic, my ass!
We must be realistic.

Guys, come out. Do you hear me?

Enough! Stop calling us "guys"!

Stop it!

We had best make things clear.

We are a commando of
the Black Liberation Front.

This is commander Martin speaking.

What is he saying?

The aim of the holdup was
to find funds for the Movement.

- Is he speaking seriously?
- Ok. It was a flop.

So it's useless to
continue this clown act.

- Chief, do you hear me?
- Yes.

Good.

- We have five hostages here.
- Five hostages?

Listen carefully. You should call...

- Two taxis, ok?
- Excuse me...

We'll take the hostages with us.

Yes, with us. And we'll leave
them only if you don't follow us.

Understand, Chief?

- Did you say Commander Martin?
- Commander.

- Fantastic!
- Yes. I said what I said.

Alright, but I must report
everything to my superior.

Alright, but you'd better hurry.

It's Saturday night. Everyone
will be out for the weekend.

Listen, friend.

For the Liberation Front,
weekends don't exist.

So find your boss.

Leave the two taxis out front
and get the hell out of here.

Our leader is right.
Get the hell out of here.

Think carefully. The best
solution is coming out right away...

Shit!

Alright.

Chief, we found the
bag with the money.

No. You come here.

They fell for it.

- What now?
- We'll wait.

- We'll wait.
- Yes.

It can't be worse than
what it looked like.

This way. Put one up there,

and the rest here. Hurry.

Alright.

Let's put it like this.

You come with me.

Hurry!

All we needed was a political affair.

- What do you think?
- It's complicated.

Excuse me. I don't want
to interfere in your business,

but we are turning a
mole hill into a mountain.

Be quiet.

Weren't we collaborating
together earlier?

- Or am I mistaken?
- The collaboration is over.

- Is that clear?
- Obey, or I'll eat you alive.

- "Bocio" has spoken.
- What did you say?

- Nothing. I was telling Biagio...
- "Bocio."

I don't understand a thing here.

- We say "Bocio" in my parts.
- That's how you say it.

- What is he saying?
- Maybe they are using a code.

Don't get funny.

The microphone.

Let's go.

Yes? Yes.

Since when did the Liberation
Front assault restaurants?

What?

Two taxis?

- Are they real guerrilla fighters?
- No, sir.

They are 3 chicken thieves
looking for a way of escape.

But it's more cautious to
pretend we believe them.

- Could they shoot?
- Maybe. They are scared.

And so? What do
you plan on doing?

Meanwhile, stall for
time. My intention is that

of not being able to find you.
You aren't in London right now.

I'm not in London? Yes, I understand.

But I don't want anyone to die.

I hope not. Time
is in our favor.

So officially I'm not here.

You must uselessly look
for me every 30 minutes.

- Keep the situation under control.
- Yes, sir.

The families have been informed
and the Italian Embassy called.

The press and television
would like information.

- They are doing their job.
- The microphone has been placed.

- We should get ready.
- For what, Martin?

Maybe we will be in
this hole a long time.

Hey, you! You too.

That one! Bring it here.

I should come there?

No, the refrigerator.

Come on, guys.

- My God!
- I can't...

- It won't move more than this.
- What does this lunatic want to do?

Come on!

- It's nailed to the floor.
- It must weigh 200 kilos.

Let's all try together, come on.

- This is the most I can do.
- Go!

Get out of the way. Go on!

- Where should I put it?
- In front of the door.

Things are getting complicated.

They have accepted to let you out.

- Why are you barricading yourselves?
- Yeah, why?

You be quiet. All
of you, go over there.

- Where?
- All of you go over there.

- Hurry!
- You are right.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

My throat is dry. No water here.

- There isn't any.
- Just empty bottles and canns.

- And raw pasta.
- Sit down and be quiet.

Don't speak if you're not
questioned. Is that clear?

I have to think now. Be silent.

Commander, Salvatore is thirsty.

We are trying to place a
micro-videocamera from the ceiling.

Come on.

Actually,

we are prisoners of prisoners.

Not prisoners, but hostages.

- Understand?
- Hostages!

- We're hostages!
- They didn't give you a medal.

I've never been a hostage before.

Will you offer us a cigarette?

It's the last one.
There's just one left.

- Are you crazy?
- Why?

Is this the right moment
to... You want to piss me off?

Is it better or worse
to be a hostage?

- Worse.
- Better!

Better... but it
could be worse.

I saw you.

- What do you want?
- You're throwing stones like a kid.

If we hadn't stopped to talk
about the new restaurant...

If we had gone out,
we wouldn't be here.

- You put us on the spot.
- My father always said it.

"Go with who is better than
you, take advantage of him."

- Look who I am with.
- Sure.

His Excellency has spoken.

Don't talk about me like that.

- Don't bust my balls!
- I feel sick.

I'll put them around your
neck and make a bow.

- I'll... Don't touch me.
- Who do you think you are?

The prince of shit.

Calm down!

Go!

- Shut up!
- Quiet!

- Be quiet.
- Thieves entered the restaurant...

- What is going on?
- It's a radio.

- How is it possible?
- Police intervention forced

the three men to find
refuge in the storage room

after having taken five
employees as hostages.

That's us.

- Efisio, 25 years old.
- Present.

Cottai Valentino, 44 years
old. Ceccacci Domingo...

Domingo? Have I become Spanish?

Manzilla Salvatore
and Cerioni Biagio.

- Is that me?
- It seemed to have been a holdup.

- Can you raise the volume?
- The bandits later stated

being a commando of
the Black Liberation Front.

The aim of their action is
getting funds for the Front.

According to the police,

the commando, headed by Commander
Martin, is made of trained fighters.

As for the conditions that
the guerilla fighter request

the police is keeping
absolute secrecy.

And now, news from abroad.

Darn!

- We're surely in all the papers.
- Really?

The press will print it.

I hope my wife remembers
to buy that paper.

- They fell for it.
- It's true.

Sure.

It's one thing to pretend...
and we were lucky until now,

and another for us to believe it.

Martin... Tom.

We came to steal money.

Bill! Things have changed.

We can't give in now.

Let's find consolation.

- All of England is looking at us.
- But it can't see you.

There's no sense in fixing your hair.

Tom, stop with that music.

Commander, what if
someone has to poo-poo?

He doesn't.

- I can't breathe.
- You're not the only one.

There is no air in here.

Thank heavens!

- Are you at it again?
- What do you want? Leave me alone.

Don't look. I must tell you
something, but don't look.

Be nonchalant.

The police is making
a hole in the ceiling.

Do you feel sick too?

The police is making
a hole in the ceiling.

No, there's nothing in your eye.

Fuck off.

Valentino!

- Valentino, don't look there.
- What are you saying?

The police is making a hole
in the ceiling, but don't look.

There you go
looking. I could kill you.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

They will end up noticing.

Let's try to be natural,
speak normally,

and not look at anything.

You, sit down.

As long as you don't look up.

- What are you looking at?
- They made a hole!

Who can get through
that hole? A midget?

They'll slowly enlarge it.

Did you manage
to see it, Salvatore?

It must be the fire prevention tube.

- It's dripping.
- Bill!

Bill!

What is Martin doing there?

That's right.

- Watch out!
- Pull it.

Come here, hurry!
Pull hard. Harder!

Pull it down! Go on!

Pull.

Pull!

Don't let go!

Pull! All together!

Together, Bill. Go on!

- Don't try it again, pigs!
- Or we'll come to kill you!

Television is not for us. Let's
continue with the microphones.

Let's hope things will
be calm again down here.

Out here too. The families and
friends of the hostages are agitated.

Bill, cover up that hole.

You tried to be a wise guy.

No, not exactly.

You saw it and didn't tell us.

But you said that the
collaboration was over.

- Did he get pissed off?
- Shut up.

They make holes and
you get pissed off at me?

Excuse me, please! Inspector!

Madam, what is it?

The chief can't receive us in
there, but he could come out.

- We've waited 5 hours.
- There is nothing to worry about.

If that were true,
would we all be here?

I'm from the Daily Press, madam.
Are you the wives of the hostages?

Tell them I'm here too. I'm
Salvatore's mother-in-law.

Write that I am Lucia,
Salvatore Manzilla's wife.

He is not healthy. He's
always been very delicate.

He has asthma and
his heart is even worse.

Do you know why they're
keeping them as hostages?

- I don't know.
- Nobody knows jack shit here.

- Water.
- There isn't any.

How do you feel?

- Hot and cold.
- Alternating?

Mixed.

Then you have a normal temperature.

I am sweating.

- I drank water, didn't I?
- A lot.

- Then it's enough.
- Yes.

You'd better not exaggerate.

Here.

It's nice to feel ill

with so many friends around.

Salvatore, you don't smoke.

- But I am so thirsty.
- Alright, but...

- Hey, one is missing.
- One, what?

A hostage!

- Where is your friend?
- Martin, a hostage is missing.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

Martin, where could
he have run away?

Tom, come here.

- Come and see.
- What?

Why are they laughing?

Here he is.

- Did he shit in his pants?
- In the refrigerator cell.

- Is someone sick?
- No, you're enough.

You look stupid, but you're funny.

Hey, you out there!

Chief, can you hear me?

- Answer me.
- This is Sergeant Buntin.

Chief Hutchinson is gone. He's
looking for the head of police.

We are out of cigarettes.
Get us some packs.

Why not, sir?

On each pack there's written
that smoking is bad for your health.

- We can't give you cigarettes.
- Why not?

Smoking is bad for your health
and there is no air in there.

What're you saying?
Are you kidding us?

- We want cigarettes.
- Answer!

- That is all for the time being.
- That is all for the time being.

That isn't all. There
are hostages here.

You don't liberate us, don't let us
know anything. You've abandoned us.

Who decides there?
Where's the chief? He shouldn't go around.

Advise me when he returns.
I want to tell him that he sucks!

They left us in the hands
of an idiot. A sergeant!

Now everyone is upset at us.

- Exactly!
- Exactly.

Oh, I understand.

Good morning.

It must be something big.
These men never come on Sunday.

Stalling for time, like your
chief, is the right thing.

- I think so too, Sir Charles.
- In normal circumstances.

But these aren't
normal circumstances.

We, the government, feel it is
necessary to act immediately.

- Do you intend to break in?
- Yes.

- It could mean victims.
- Hesitating today

means encouraging other terrorist
acts, and more victims tomorrow.

It's quite likely that those three
black men are not real terrorists.

What are real terrorists like?
They have a mark on their forehead?

Those three act as terrorists
and we must tell them

and all those looking at us,
that who acts as a terrorist

will probably die as one.

These Italians are crafty!

They squeeze empty bottles
and get water out of them.

- Bocio laughs.
- "Zaracrusca" has spoken!

Water is good! It seems like
nonsense but it's a precious element.

We realize it only
when we don't have it.

I know all about that.
So many lovely people

when I was a waiter
at the fountain hotel!

I felt like a prince.

Everyone looked for me.
Valentino at 313!

Valentino at 418.

They received me
sitting on the toilet.

When they were shitting.

The Montecatini
water, for your intestine,

- is the best in the world.
- Interesting.

Famous artists go there. Poets,

beautiful women, monsignors!

They drank the warm salty
water as if it were champagne.

Then with a dream-like stroll

they went towards a row
of toilets lined up in order,

decorated like living rooms,

that welcomed
you like a liberation.

It was great when I took
hospitality class in Montecatini!

Montecatini!

And now I am here in London,

only because I know languages.

Salvatore, water.

Water!

Easy. Easy, easy!

Easy!

Thank you... Lucia.

- Who is Lucia?
- His wife.

Hold this.

Let me go, Salvatore.

- He's hot! He must have a fever!
- High fever.

Excuse me.

Commander, if he
stays here, he will die.

- I can't do anything.
- We must help him.

Let's put him outside
before he dies.

- I can't do anything.
- What...

If they don't accept our
conditions he will be the first to be...

- Liberated.
- Eliminated.

- Eliminated?
- Yes. Are you happy?

Who are you? An animal,
a monster, a savage...

- Relax and go back with the others.
- You'd better do that.

Otherwise, what
will you do? Shoot?

Shoot. Let me see how you
do it. You make me laugh!

I've busted my ass for 30 years
and then you come and shoot!

- Shut up!
- You talk too much, ruffian waiter.

It's better than being
a piece of shit like you.

- And also a racist.
- Are you hinting at my skin color?

No, you're a piece of shit. White
or black makes no difference.

If you were blue, you'd
be a blue piece of shit.

If you were from Marche,
you'd be a Marche piece of shit.

Pieces of shit don't have a
color. They are just pieces of shits.

Excuse me. You understand.

- But you don't!
- What did I do to you?

Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!

Oh, God! My eye! I
want this piece of shit!

- Hold still!
- What is going on?

Call someone.

Help! They want to kill us!

Now ask for help. Go on, yell.

What's going on in
there, Commander?

- Answer.
- What is going on?

What's going on? We
gentlemen are playing bridge.

What is happening?

If you don't stop being a
piece of shit, I'll bust your head.

- Understand?
- What should I do with this guy?

Excuse me, son.
Try to understand.

It could have been
dangerous for you and for me.

You don't want anything
to happen to you, right?

- Colonel.
- Just a minute. A photo!

A photo, please!

Later we'll put out
an official statement.

Excuse me. Mr. Davis, we've
been waiting since this morning.

Now even this guy!
He is the head of police.

The space is narrow. We'll
use explosives for the door.

We'll have 5 seconds before
they recover from the shock.

- Five seconds!
- It will be enough to block them.

- What if it's not enough?
- I can't guarantee anything.

Some could die. It
depends on how they react.

But until now, nothing
serious has happened.

- Why enter shooting?
- The topic is closed now.

We must try to get in.
We can't wait any longer.

Let's go.

- Did you see my comb?
- Valentino, please!

- Domenico, what time is it?
- It's 7.

- Day or night?
- Don't know, and don't want to know.

- Hey, you out there!
- Sergeant Buntin! They are calling.

Here I am! What is it?

- Commander Martin!
- Yes. Can you hear me?

- Speak up.
- One of the hostages is sick.

We'll send him out now.
Move away from the door.

Is that clear? Move away!

Nobody is to die of a
natural death in here.

- Are you ready?
- We're ready.

Domenico, where are we?

Holy Mary, help Efisio,

Valentino, Biagio, Domenico.

Help! Get me! Pull me out!

- Pull me out!
- Stop!

- Where are you going?
- I don't want to die!

Help! I don't want to die!

I don't want to die! Help!

What's gotten into you?
Where did you want to go?

Don't you dare try it
again. Understand?

I feel better already.
The morale is everything.

Do something for my friends.

I am fine, but I am sick too.

Do something for Domenico,
for Efisio, Valentino and Biagio.

Listen! We put one
out who is still alive.

But if you keep wasting
time, the others will die.

Martin, listen to me.

- No! You listen to me!
- I just wanted to give some advice.

- We don't want your advice.
- Be reasonable.

You speak of the hostages'
lives. What about yours?

Are you sure you will make it?

Please, Commander Martin!
Drop your guns and come out.

Now listen to me,
and listen carefully.

I won't repeat it twice.

Okay?

We don't want two taxis
anymore, but a plane.

I repeat, a plane within 5 hours.

If you don't give us one,
we'll kill the first hostage.

And then all the others,
each every half hour.

Wait. We still have to talk.

This was our second
communication. Over and out.

No! You guys are arm
wrestling and we pay for it?

- Who are you?
- Ceccacci Domenico.

I also thanks you on
behalf of the other hostages.

- Tell him to be quiet.
- They were content with two taxis.

You said no and
now they want a plane.

What are you waiting for?
That they ask for a spaceship?

Calm down, Mr. Ceccacci.

You said I must calm down?
Do I seem irritated, Chief?

I must have lost my self-control.

I am not afraid of these
men who want to kill us.

I am afraid of you
who should defend us.

Mr. Ceccacci, take my advice.

- Calm down.
- Listen, Chief.

I am an honest citizen
without a record.

But if you tell me to calm down
again, I'll tell you to fuck off.

Fathers of families should die
because you won't give them a plane?

I would do the same in their place.

I would kill all four!

I should calm down? Fuck you,
the king, the queen and the ministers!

And excuse me if it's not much.

Break in as soon as the
Special Departments arrive.

And keep me informed.

Yes. I'll have you talk to him.

- Colonel, headquarters.
- Yes?

Fine, thank you.

Chief, the Special
Department is arriving.

Inspector, come here.

- Call Mrs. Ceccacci.
- Right away, sir.

- Mrs. Ceccacci?
- Yes?

- You're Mrs. Ceccacci?
- Did something happen?

Come with me, please. You
have nothing to worry about.

- What happened?
- The chief wants to see you.

Don't worry. Go in, please.

Raw pasta is good.
Why didn't we think of it?

Because it's better cooked.

- Think of a good "puttanesca" pasta!
- With capers.

Just a few! Capers have a strong
flavor that tends to predominate.

With this system, we
can resist a long time.

Biagio, what is the matter?

Taste a "bombolotto".
They are good.

Domenico, Valentino, Efisio, I...

I don't want to die.

You think I do?

Before they kill me, I swear
I'll slit my veins with the comb.

Commander! The is
Sergeant Buntin speaking.

If you have something to
say, ok. Otherwise, fuck off.

There is a lady here, Commander.

Who is she?

Commander, if you agree,
I'd like to talk to my husband.

It's Kate!

Commander Martin, I've
been out here two days

with the other relatives
of the hostages.

Will you let me talk to
my husband, please?

Talk to her and tell her
it could be the last time.

Thank you.

- How are you?
- Fine, when I talk to you.

- Are you very depressed?
- No, I'm just a bit angry.

Why?

Today the Chinese woman was
waiting for a definitive answer.

She's already called 3
times, waiting for an answer.

- You know how Chinese are.
- Very punctual.

- Yes.
- Doesn't she read the papers?

- They're about to kill us here.
- She says business is business.

I travelled millions of
kilometers holding dishes

to buy the restaurant and
I find myself with three...

Three guys who act as
heroes at our expense.

Listen, Domenico.

You could go to the Chinese
woman and I'll take your place.

You and I are the same thing. It
shouldn't make a difference to them.

But it's not the same
for me. I won't allow it.

- Domenico.
- Yes?

Would you be jealous?

That too.

Maybe the others wouldn't
find me as lovely as you say.

You are the most
beautiful in the world to me.

And a profound
love ties you to me.

Not only to me.

Commander, I have
something to tell you too.

- Alright, speak.
- You...

You told Domenico earlier
that this could be the last time.

I am here hoping it isn't.

- It doesn't depend on us.
- It depends on you mostly.

You say we should set
them free and go to prison.

Madam, answer my question.

Why should the weaker ones give in?

Maybe she doesn't know.
They are difficult questions.

She is a simple woman.

Why should 4 people who
didn't do anything be involved?

The weak are always obliged to
give in because there's no justice.

And they are weak
because they must give in.

That is why we won't give in.

Tell that to Chief Hutchinson.

- Commander!
- Go away.

- Listen!
- Madam, go away!

Kate, you had better go.

Otherwise...

- A kiss.
- Bye, Domenico.

Madam, it's Efisio.
Say hello to my mother!

- Tell my family I am fine!
- Say hello to my wife and children!

- What do they say in Italy?
- They can't let us die like this.

They are good guys.
They let Salvatore out.

What is the Italian consul doing?

What does the Pope say?
Isn't he taking an interest in us?

Be careful!

Imbecile!

This is the storage room
blueprint. They will be here

and we must reach them.
So you and him, on this side.

You and him, on that
side, you two, with me.

Martin. Commander!

Bocio!

Do you have a light?

It had to go out now! Darn!

Look at the cigarette.

It's a half meter long. It never
ends. Also because it won't light.

- Let me see.
- Here.

Ask Bill if he has matches.

You tricked me!

It's good, huh? It's
made with cigarette butts.

- Who is "Bocio"?
- Bocio? The Black Man.

In Italy, to frighten children,
we say "I'll call the Bocio!"

The Black Man!

He's not black because he's scary.

But he's scary because he's black,

and when a child sees him like that,

because he is soiled...

You want to smoke?

- Fuck you, Italian.
- Are you offended?

If kids today saw the Black
Man, they'd bust his ass.

- Martin, what are you writing?
- Nothing.

Just a poem. You
can't understand.

Why? Am I an idiot?

I can't understand...

I was born one day in slavery.

I still run away from that day,
and have no intention of stopping.

As I run away, I trip on
something that I hadn't noticed.

An old rifle.

It's the old rifle from whose
mouth came the word "freedom".

Lovely!

Shit!

An old rifle from an
old, forgotten war,

without the butt or
barrel, or trigger, or scope.

Not one piece of barrel.

It isn't even a rifle. Only
an imprint on the ground.

A rifle? There is nothing.
The hypothesis of a rifle!

It could be idiotic to
try picking up that rifle.

I tried to have it shoot again.

And yet it's more idiotic to
stay there without doing anything,

as I did before tripping on
that old, non-existent rifle.

Signed, "Commander Martin".

You make me shiver. It seems
like the poem of a real warrior.

Now I see why those
people outside believed you.

No, I don't think so.

They believed it because it's
true. Even if we didn't know yet.

Now I understand.

That's it! In fact,
the poem isn't bad,

- but you're not a real poet.
- Why?

- There is no rhyme.
- Meaning?

I come from the land of Dante
Alighieri. The real poet says,

"Midway upon the journey of our life

I found myself in a forest dark..."

There isn't a rhyme?

At times, even he didn't use one.

"For the straightforward
pathway had been lost."

You know him too?

You haven't slept in 48
hours. You need to rest.

Me?

I can resist another 6
days without sleeping.

It's that...

- Bocio, the cigarette?
- Go sleep. You are drunk.

I got drunk on tomato juice?

Acid fermentation
of sugar residue

- makes you drunk.
- Damn!

Oops!

You said the collaboration is over,

and I never said anything else.

But at this point, I ask you this.

If they give you that
plane, where will you go?

Right!

It isn't so simple.

I think we should be
taken to the right place,

a place like Cuba, for example.

Cuba is fine.
Everyone goes to Cuba.

- There's probably no more room.
- Right.

I know.

But as everyone, we have
a right to a safe place too.

Where we can live with dignity,
be respected for what we are.

Rightly so! I understand you
perfectly, and you know why?

The five of us want
to emancipate too.

You caught us right
when we were talking

about a restaurant that
the five of us want to open.

Enough with being slaves!

I was thinking...
Martin, are you listening?

- Are you listening?
- Yes.

I was thinking, and I am speaking
to the warrior more than my friend...

- What friend?
- Don't weigh words so much.

- You, as a determined commander...
- Come on.

I was thinking...

It would already be a great
victory to be able to say,

"Thanks to us, these five waiters

have conquered their freedom,

obtaining it in a cooperative form,

with a place of their own, a
symbol of dignity and Socialism

and also of the human
aspect." Answer sincerely.

- Let's see if you grasped the idea.
- Calm down.

Come here.

Let me get this straight.

Do you think we should go to prison

to have you become restaurant owners?

With modest prices.
Think about it, Commander.

Five waiters, even if losers,
that are freed from slavery,

from their bosses.

With something like that,

you could go down in history.

What are you saying?

Isn't it a great enterprise,
my friend, Martin?

- Should I tell you what I think?
- You want to tell me to fuck off?

- Exactly. You guessed.
- Yes.

Cheers. I like you because
you are an attentive commander.

Cheers!

I'm going to the bathroom a minute.

Damn, it stinks in there!

Did you eat dead cats?

Here's the latest
news from the press.

People are guessing the name of the
commander who gave the ultimatum.

It seems that Commander
Martin is an authoritative executive

that is a part of the most
extreme wing of the summit...

It will be very difficult to
convince him to back out of

his desperate enterprise.

An authoritative executive of the
movement is a friend of a hostage.

- What the hell are you saying?
- What the hell am I saying?

What the hell am I saying?

They share cigarettes,
he has him read his poems.

- Be quiet.
- White people's ass kisser!

- Tom, stop it.
- Let me go!

- I'll kill him!
- You must calm down!

- Listen to me!
- Let me go, shitface! I'll kill him!

- Open the restaurant with him!
- Be quiet!

You forgot that the
ultimatum is about to expire.

- I ask to speak.
- No!

When a person asks to
speak, you can't say no.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- What manners!
- Against the wall!

Commander, before
the death sentence

a prisoner has a right to
express his last desire.

Enough. Understand?

Nobody can express anything now.

Understand? Nobody.
You've busted my balls

and you don't you dare open
your mouth again. To your places!

No, Commander Martin.

You must say so clearly.
It's not enough to write poetry.

Say it clearly that the only ones
having a right to the rights of man

- are those carrying a weapon.
- Yes!

You have a right to being a
man only if you carry a weapon.

My compliments!

Very good, losers, who
shoot at other losers!

Did Sacco and
Vanzetti teach you this?

Martin, if you don't kill this pig
right now, you're not black enough.

Enough. You must
not speak again, idiot!

You defend him. You always treated
that lying servant better than me.

- You always humiliated me.
- Be quiet!

To begin with, this lying
servant, as you call him,

always says what he thinks.
That is what I understood.

And I will tell you something else.

Outside of here, whites have
more rights than blacks. More rights!

Did you know that?

But in here, we have
more rights than whites.

- Was I black enough?
- No!

Hurry!

Ready?

I had told you to be
quiet. I am the boss here.

Did you understand, pieces of shit?

Did you all understand?

The ultimatum is about to
expire and I decide what to do.

Me, not you.
Understand? Enough now.

Pile up down there. Go on!

Turn off the light. Obey!

- Why?
- I don't want to see you!

- Martin, think of what you're doing.
- I am thinking about it!

- Martin, don't shoot!
- Turn on the light!

It's useless. We were defeated.

You are free.

- Go on.
- Yes, sir.

Stop!

Hey, you out there! We surrender.

- Domenico!
- Give me the gun.

- Let's leave.
- Domenico, wake up.

- It's over.
- I'll be right there.

- Hurry!
- I don't have my shoes.

- Where are they?
- Who cares about your shoes!

- Let's leave!
- Move the refrigerator.

Let me sleep a bit. Valentino!

- Don't think of it.
- We'll start working right away?

We'll thank the
commander and then leave.

Yes. Let's thank him.

Commander, thank you, also
on behalf of all the personnel.

A happy holiday to
you and your family.

- Where are we going?
- Outside.

Let's go out. Commander, if
you find a pair of black shoes,

size 44, with footbeds...

- Come. He could change his mind!
- Don't you understand? We're free!

- We're going out!
- Chief!

Chief! The hostages
are ready to leave.

We are free.

And now, my two companions...

Bill.

Commander Martin.

So it is true!

Please... Please!

- Isolina!
- Biagio, finally!

How are you?

Fine, now that I see you.

It was tough, but luckily our
nerves didn't give out on us.

Excuse me, where is the
entrance to the infirmary?

- At the end there, on the left.
- Thank you.

Luckily, Martin did not die.

After a very complicated
operation and a long hospitalization,

they put him back on his feet.

When I obtained permission, I
looked for him in the Brixton prison

where he was waiting
to be put on trial.

Hi, Bocio!

- How are you, Mafia man?
- Fine.

We have ping pong too.

I told him that the day we'd
have a restaurant of our own,

there would be a job for him too.

All dressed in
white, with a hat,

he would have been
a prestigious cook.

Dear Domenico, your
visit pleased me very much.

I thank you with the
words of your poet.

"Midway upon the journey of my
life, I found myself within a cell dark,

but I met up with a friend."

There is no rhyme but
there is all my affection.

An embrace and I hope to
see you soon outside of here.

But no. I wouldn't
have seen him soon.

At the trial, despite the benevolent
testimony of Chief Hutchinson,

my friend Martin was
condemned to 21 years in prison.