All language subtitles for Romanzo_Criminale_S02E01

Look at him,

the genius who thinks he can walk
through my territory without paying.

Make your mind up.
Either you pay with blood,

or with a kick up the ass
like the kid you are.

- You want to croak then?
- We'll see who croaks!

Did you see Catena's face when we ran
off without giving him anything?

- And thank goodness we didn't.
- Why?

Look:
Pizzaballa, Castano, Scala...

I had them all,
never mind the rare stickers!

Reckon he wanted to cheat us?

We have to show him
he can't treat us like kids.

- That's Pomata. What's he doing?
- I don't know,

but I'd leave him be
if I were you.

No, I won't leave him be.

Right, kid. I won't tell you again.
You're going to croak...

Dad!

Come on, run! Run!

Why did you come to my aid?
I don't even know you.

That's what I'd like to know.

Pomata always takes it out
on the younger kids,

and he pisses me off.

But now when he gets me
on my own, he'll have my scalp.

No, because you're not on your own
any more, there are three of us now.

My name's Pietro,
but everyone calls me Libanese.

I'm Mario.
Mario De Angelis.

- My name's Claudio.
- You won't run away from a fight?

- I'd rather die.
- I can see that.

You fight like a buffalo.

Patrizia, wake up! Wake up!

- What's wrong?
- None of my suits will do.

And you wake me at dawn
to tell me that?

Tell your faggot friend to get hold
of a suit for Libanese.

And not just any old suit!

Libanese has to go
wearing the best.

When was he shot?

A few hours ago,
outside his mother's home.

- Who do you think shot him?
- I don't know, Nero.

But there's time for that later.
I want to ask you something.

- What?
- I'm cleaning up the bar.

But we have to clear out
his place before the cops do.

- Have you cleaned it all up?
- These are the last.

Do you want my advice? Pack your
bags, get your girl, and get out.

- I'm gonna avenge Libano first.
- What good will that do?

- Then I'm out of this.
- No, either you're out of it now,

or you're in it for life.
Here they are now.

Keep your ears pricked, and let me
know what people say about Libano.

You'd better leave the back way.

Three bullets through the chest
and one in the head,

that's how your friend was killed.

Aren't you going to look
at the photos?

I've already seen him dead.

We both know that,
so let's get this over with.

- Have you nothing to say?
- Like what?

If I knew who killed him,
I wouldn't be here chatting to you.

I thought you'd left Rome already.

- No, I'm still here.
- Why?

To avenge Proietti's death?

No, to say my farewell.

Where were you last night?

I told you,
at home with my wife and kid.

- Have we finished now?
- No, you're talking bullshit.

You were on the scene of the crime
last night with the rest of the gang.

- When was the last time you saw him?
- Yesterday, he called in at the bar.

- What time was that?
- It must've been...

about 4 or 5 o'clock.

Then what?
Who else did you meet?

We had a beer
and then we went home.

- What time was that?
- One o'clock, I think.

- What did you talk about?
- I don't remember.

It was only a few hours ago.

We just dealt a few hands.

- A few hands of what?
- Poker.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Agame of poker?
Why didn't you say so before?

Because it wasn't relevant.

- Who were you playing with?
- I don't remember.

Tell me who you were playing
with, or I'll have you arrested.

Please yourself,
I don't remember.

What do you bet
I find out for myself?

I know nothing about this game.

That's not
what Ruggero Buffoni said.

- Why, what did Buffoni say?
- That you were there, and Libanese.

I think something happened
between you two.

That's bullshit. Libanese
didn't lose his rag with me.

With who then?

So Maurizio Gemito swore it
to Libanese after the poker game?

Not in so many words.

But you should've seen
the way he looked at him.

- Ricotta?
- What can I say?

He didn't like being
treated like a dog.

I say we get rid
of them, straight away.

I'll do it on my own.

I'm saying we should be cautious,

and spill blood only when
we're sure it should be spilled.

- Well?
- You, Fiero and Scrocchia

will go for them, take them
to the hideout and tie them up.

But don't touch a hair on
their heads. Is that clear?

Let's go.

If you're not convinced,
you can always say so.

We're thinking about what we want,
and not what Libanese would want.

He wanted to make life comfortable
for his mother, a life of a lady.

That's what he wanted.
Instead he died outside her home.

- Sorcio, you take care of it.
- No, I'll see to it.

Here's another of them!
This guy's a jinx.

- Well?
- Libanese's place is clean.

But there's a problem.
I didn't do it.

The place was
upside-down when I got there.

Someone got there before me.

Remo and Maurizio Gemito,
I think they're behind this murder.

- Why?
- Two killers on a motorbike,

two men like them.
And Ricotta gave us a motive.

Maurizio Gemito played poker with
Libanese the evening before he died.

Libano lost, but wouldn't pay up, and
he humiliated him before the others.

If we want to nail this gang

and work out their ties with the
secret services, we need a witness.

And those two
are professional traitors.

If we nail them for Libanese,
they'll be so scared they'll talk.

Have them arrested, sir.

If we waste any more time,
the gang will move before we do.

And all we could be left
with are their corpses.

- Let's go.
- Wait.

- What are you doing?
- Do I have to explain?

Didn't you hear what Freddo said?
No blood until we're sure.

I don't give a fuck
what he says.

- Don't you want to avenge Libanese?
- Not like this.

- I get it. Let's go, Scrocchia.
- No.

I don't want anything
to do with it.

That's all right,
I'll do it myself.

What do these guys want?

What shall we do?

That's terrible news.
Do we know who's responsible?

The Gemito brothers, it seems.

Where's Libanese's money?

- Why? What do you want it for?
- None of your fucking business.

Just hand it over.

I'm sorry, there is none,
Libanese invested it all.

He had no liquid assets left.

There's no liquid at all now.

I tell you what, disinvest it
and the problem is solved.

It's not that easy,
it'll take some time.

I have news for you.

You don't have time.

Okay, I'll see what I can do. I might
be able to get something back.

Good man, get enough back,
and hurry up about it.

So you're in charge now?

Have you taken Libanese's place?

Get that money back
instead of talking bullshit.

Let's go.

They beat us to it. It's all
that fucker Ricotta's fault.

- Who are you calling a fucker?
- You.

I wasn't the first
to mention the poker game.

- Right, Buffoni?
- Are you saying I'm a snitch?

- You're saying it.
- Rico'...

That's enough! You're both to blame.
We won't get anywhere like this.

Call Vasto and tell him
to help the Gemitos.

You're sending them a lawyer now!
Are you nuts?

Not yet. And don't do anything
stupid, we have to use our heads.

I told you, we had nothing
to do with this business.

We used to play cards now and then,
as friends, nothing else.

Is it true Libanese had
a gambling debt with you?

Yes, but it wasn't much.
We only play for small change.

That's not what I heard. What
did you do after the poker game?

He went home. We were there until
you came for us, to bring us here.

Have you finished?

You must have realised my clients
had nothing to do with this murder.

That's not for you as a lawyer
to decide.

In the meantime we'll do
a paraffin test on you.

To see if you've fired
a gun in the last few hours.

And with this,
you'll serve a spell in jail.

Are you arresting them?

Don't worry, I'll have you
out in a couple of days.

You've got a cheek coming here.

Tell me what we're going
to do with this bungler.

I'm sorry, I did all I could.
They're doing a paraffin test.

I wipe my ass
with the paraffin test.

If the results come out positive,
it means they fired the gun.

Then not even the can
can save them.

- All we have to do is wait.
- No.

I'll find out for myself
if they killed him.

Your friends are in a hurry
to get you out of here.

If I were you,
I'd ask myself why.

And then I'd ask myself
if I'd be better off talking.

You're better off in jail
than in the morgue.

I've been looking
for you all day.

I was all on my own, with the police
in the house looking for you.

- Libano's dead.
- I know.

But I found out from the radio.

That's why I rushed off, and
that's why they're looking for me.

Why the fuck
didn't you tell me?

I went looking for you
in all the hospitals!

Thank goodness I called Gigi
who told me to try Bar Franco.

What's the meaning of this?

Go home, Roberta,
we'll talk about it later.

I've got business to do.

But I promise you
I'll make up for it.

- Where's Dandi?
- He's busy. What's up?

Don't ask me, ask Zio Carlo.

I haven't got long,
tell me what he wants.

- He's got some important business.
- Business?

Tell Zio Carlo something for me.
And tell him to listen carefully.

Libano's dead. And where I come from
you pay for blood with more blood.

Until then, I want no more
business, and no bullshit.

- What does Dandi have to say?
- He says what I say.

I could tell you were angry.

How are you supposed to feel
when your friend gets killed?

What are you thinking?

That Libano had strayed
from the track,

but he didn't deserve
to die like that.

- Yes?
- It's me, darling.

- What does he want?
- I don't know.

Come in.

Forgive me, but there's this guy
outside who wants to talk to Dandi.

- Who?
- A guy called... Nembo Kid.

Good toad,
now go and lie down again.

To what do I owe this visit?

Get out!
Go in there!

You too!

I'll skip the condolences
and get straight to the point.

When one boss dies,
you elect another. Right?

But it appears you choose
your own kings.

Don't talk in riddles,
I'm not in the mood.

Freddo's already decided
who's in charge, and it's not you.

- What was so urgent?
- Are you making the decisions now?

- What are you talking about?
- Zio Carlo.

I heard you spoke
for both of us.

I don't like people coming
and telling me what to do.

Or those who rummage around
in friends' homes.

- What do you mean?
- Libano's home.

Someone got rid of everything
that was in there.

- When were you going to tell me?
- When you came back from the retreat.

Listen to you! You practically
stood before Libano's corpse

holding a ticket and a suitcase.

Tell me something,
why did you stay?

What is it? Do you want
to take Libano's place?

I don't want a fucking thing!

And no one can take Libano's place.

There's someone who thinks
differently. He offered me the job.

What are you fucking
talking about?

They asked me to get rid of Libano
and take charge of things.

- Who?
- Your friends, the Buffoni brothers.

They were the first
to mention the Gemito brothers.

What are you getting at?

I had this doubt.

We were racking our brains
over who had killed Libano...

But what if one of
the crew pulled that trigger?

Libano had lost his marbles.

- And you agreed.
- No, I fucking didn't!

You didn't only
tell me he was losing it,

you asked me to take his place.

- Or am I mistaken?
- It was just for something to say.

- We were all pissed off.
- You mustn't say things like that.

You shouldn't even think them!

Freddo, you're acting for yourself,
you want to leave here with Roberta.

If Libano meant so much to you,
you would have stayed.

What the fuck are you saying?

Freddo, we had nothing to do
with Libano's death.

You've gotta believe me.

Let's say I believe you then.

But it'll take ages to get rid
of the stink of shit on you.

Yes?

- Freddo, it's Puma. I've got news.
- Meet me here at the bar.

There's this guy at Torre Angela
who claims he killed Libano.

- His name's Porco, Bello Porco.
- Beato Porco.

- Yes, Beato Porco.
- I know him.

He's a fool, he drinks like a fish,
he can barely stand up.

- Let's not waste time on bullshit.
- It's what I heard.

We'll never get anywhere
if we listen to everybody.

- Yes, what the fuck are we doing?
- Calm down!

We're still trying to work out
if the Gemitos killed Libano or not.

If this Beato Porco knows something,
we have to get him to spit it out.

If he doesn't know,
we'll dump him back into his crap.

That sounds fair.
I'll go and take a look.

Yes, but take Fierolocchio
and Scrocchiazeppi with you.

I'll say goodbye. I'm getting out
of here. I'm going to Cuba.

A new life awaits me. I only have to
worry about sharks killing me there.

Freddo, watch your back.

- Thanks for the tip-off.
- No, thank the Madonna.

It's a goodbye present.

Watch your back, my friend.

Let's take this Beato Porco
out to pasture.

They say he was the King of Rome,
but he fell at the first blow.

What a fucker!

And then those friends of his,
those four hell-raisers,

they were staring at him like
a bunch of fuckers. You know what?

If he was the King of Rome, bring me
his crown, because I'm the Emperor.

- So you were the one who shot him?
- Yeah? Think I'm talking bullshit?

- You're not?
- No, buddy.

- Why, who are you?
- We're the hell-raisers.

- The fuckers, his friends.
- You don't believe him, do you?

- Can't you see he can barely stand?
- I can see that.

What the fuck have you done?

- What came over you?
- He shouldn't have mentioned Libano.

No one must mention his name!

Come on, let's go.

You were supposed to get him to talk,
not fill him with lead.

He knew fuck all anyway.

Fierolocchio, don't answer back.
Just were to carry out my orders.

Don't take it out
on everyone, Dandi.

I killed Beato Porco, now
he'll stop talking about Libano.

Now everyone knows they mustn't
even mention Libano. Right, Freddo?

We said "no bloodshed until
we're sure!" That's what we said.

- Or am I mistaken?
- What are you doing?

Pulling out like
these cowards here?

I'm not pulling out, but if you botch
things up, you'll ruin everything.

- And who the fuck are you?
- They're with me.

Secco, have you brought
the Riace Bronzes with you?

You can't be
too careful these days.

This is all
I was able to get my hands on.

Good man!

Easy! Down, boys!
I'm not touching your master.

I'll go and give him
the funeral he deserves.

I'll come with you.

I don't want it. If that's what you
came for, you can take it away again.

Wait.

Pietro deserved
the finest funeral in Rome.

You give me the okay,
and I'll take care of it.

Pietro will have the funeral
I can give him. I'm his mother.

What are you talking about?
Libano was no ordinary guy.

You fill your mouths
with all this bullshit.

If my son had been an ordinary guy,
I wouldn't be mourning him now.

He'd still be alive.
Just an ordinary guy, but alive.

You can set fire to that.

We'll give him
a good send off then.

We can't do anything
without her consent.

She's his mother.

Do you want Libano
to have a pauper's funeral?

There's nothing
we can do, Bufalo.

You're a bunch of fuckers.

Soleri wouldn't talk business with
Zio Carlo, and he's giving orders.

- What's De Angelis doing?
- Nothing for now.

But his crew shot this guy.

- A man called Beato Porco.
- Who claimed he shot Proietti.

It's time we let them know
who killed their boss.

This is Libano's legacy.
And it's only the start.

- Any witnesses?
- No one saw anything, sir.

Of course. These holes just appeared.
Like stigmata.

- Any results from the paraffin test?
- No, not yet.

If they don't hurry,
we'll have to let the Gemitos go.

Which one's Libano's coffin?
Pietro Proietti.

I'll check the book.

- It's over there.
- Lead the way.

That one.

Are you sure?

Number 14.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I didn't hear from you all day.

I know, Roberta.
I'm sorry, but I was busy.

I thought you didn't have any contact
with those people any more.

I've a few things to set straight.
I'll bury my friend, then we can go.

Do you still want to?

Do you?

Bufalo's gone crazy, he's stolen
Libano's body from the morgue.

- Where is he?
- Inside.

You wait here.

What the fuck
were you thinking of?

I want to give him a proper burial.
He was an emperor.

You lot don't give a fuck.
Not even you.

Why would I be here if I didn't?

I just want to give him
the burial he deserves.

It's not for us
to decide this time.

Not this time.

But there is one thing we can do.
Send him off the way he'd want it.

Call the others then.
We'll have one last time with him.

It's tasty!

- Delicious!
- There's more, nice and hot.

- Mine's cold.
- Almost as good as my ma's.

Easy, Ruggero.
You'd think you'd never eaten.

- I've not had any this good for ages.
- I bet you haven't.

- They're Zio Remo's "rigatoni".
- Really?

- Libano only ate the best.
- How did you get them this late?

Well done, Zio Remo.

Now I know who killed Libano.
Zio Remo, with all this pepper!

- It's the way it should be.
- Pass me another. Any beer?

- Any pasta left?
- You'll be joining Libano.

Let's put a plate in his coffin.

What the fuck is he on about?

Buffoni, no more drink,
we're talking bullshit.

- To Libanese!
- To Libano!

He took us off the street
to show us paradise.

- Yes, but he got there first.
- He's always been one step ahead.

- To Libano!
- To Libanese!

To our crew!

Zio Carlo wants to talk to you.

He'll wait for you
when it's all over.

Just you.

- I don't want to hear it.
- Well, you should.

Do you want to know
who killed Libanese?

If you have something to say,
come straight out with it.

- The tests on the Gemito brothers.
- They're the killers.

Maurizio, to be precise.

It'll take this report some time
to arrive on Scialoja's desk.

In the meantime the magistrate's
letting the Gemitos go.

What do you want?

- To talk to you.
- About what?

- About us.
- There is no "us".

I'm a whore, and you're a cop.

So either you question me,
or I have nothing to say to you.

Have a seat.

We need to talk business.
Explain it to him.

We need to hide a friend,
a fugitive, a big shot.

- What do you want us to do?
- Find him a place to hide.

Take him some stuff,
move him around now and then.

To make sure he's safe.

- In exchange for what? Gratitude?
- A free drug load.

- What do you want me to do?
- Get Freddo to see reason.

Or you can do the job yourself,
and the profits are yours.

It's not easy
protecting a fugitive.

I can't do you
this favour, Zio Carlo.

I've just buried my friend,
I have other business to see to.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong with you?
Refusing to help Zio Carlo?

I don't have time
to do him any favours.

Do you want to end up
with a pauper's burial like Libanese?

- What's Libanese got to do with it?
- He has.

Libanese made the wrong decisions,

and only if you make the right choice
will you live and die a king.

Remember that.

- Mister Prosecutor?
- The Gemitos have been released.

- What do you mean?
- Forensics haven't sent the results

of the paraffin test
and we couldn't hold them any longer.

The investigating magistrate
has signed their release.

They're handing them
over to the gang.

It's their death sentence.

- Are we safe in here?
- At least we're in a crowd.

They can't slaughter everyone
just to get at us.

I'll get hold of a gun
and find us a place to hide.

- Have you been busy?
- Yes.

- Lunch with Zio Carlo.
- The food was good then.

I didn't touch a thing, I walked out.
I refused to help him,

the way Libanese would have done.

We don't need trouble if we want
to keep the crew going.

Like Chip 'n Dale.

They were at the cemetery, they told
me the Gemitos killed Libano.

- It's true then?
- It would appear so.

The Gemitos are
at the betting shop.

- Both of them?
- I don't know.

- Let's go.
- I'll go on my own.

It'll be worse
if they catch both of us.

Watch your back.

But it's only a handgun.

- Shall I go?
- No.

You want nothing more
to do with me?

- What's wrong?
- Call an ambulance.

What happened?

Remo! Remo!

Remo, no! What the fuck...
No, Remo!

- Get rid of this.
- Leave it to me. Freddo!

- About Libano...
- Forget about it.

Thanks.