Original subtitles

This film was chosen for competition at Berlin Festival 1986

CAMORRA (a complicated intrigue between women, alleys and crime)

Nunziata!

What is it?

Everyone has their own problems.

Rosario!

I'm doing the math with this damn calculator.

How are you doing the math, by hand? Why not use the calculator?

- That one cheats. - You're such an idiot.

Give it to me, because Baba is coming.

This calculator says 4.80.

According to my calculations, it's 4.25.

- How much is there? - Two million.

Damn it!

I owe him four!

And now, what do I tell that bastard?

Give him a smile. He got a thing for you. You could stay here for free.

Heart made of newsprint

What a town

- Hi, fag. - Hi, Don Baba. Always at your disposal.

She's waiting for you in the living room.

Donna Nunziata, Don Baba is coming.

Oof, another pain in the ass!

Hello, this is Broadway. Who's calling?

No, no! I can't leave the hotel unattended!

But who's speaking?

Oh my God! No, no, no! Yes, yes!

No, no. Have him wait. I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Oh my God, after 20 years.

Vincenzino Scardocchia... The fireman!

My God, look at this face! I'm all messed up!

Calm down, my heart.

Don't be stupid because three lire are missing.

Hey, two million, not three lire!

Get off me!

Don't you understand? Nunziata Perrella & Company's closed.

I rent rooms. Do you want one?

But when you were a hooker, you used to make love...

- to me! - Get off me!

When you had that Company, you wanted Baba!

- And now... - No!

My balls...! You slut!

Not now? Now, yes!

Damn you, skunk!

Come here! Don't move, it'll be fun!

I'll open you! Come here!

Get off me, you son of a bitch!

- Now I like it! - No!

Damn you!

What a fucking joke! I have responsibilities.

They made me leave the reception unattended.

Vincenzino the fireman... These assholes have no respect.

Fuck you!

Ignorant, rude and even bad people!

- But what happened? - Yeah, what happened...

- They made a crank call. - Why?

"I'm Vincenzino the fireman. Wait for me at the corner bar."

- Ah! The fireman!

- So he didn't die 20 years ago. - He told you to fuck off!

Me? He never cried for me.

- Rosario! - What's this shouting?

Jesus, from the hotel!

- What is this? Where's Nunziata? - My God, what happened?

What happened?

- You didn't see anything? - Luckily.

What do you mean?

My mom always said...

blessed is he who knows nothing about cuckolding and murders.

OK, I might believe you...

but the shooter thinks he killed you, with all that blood.

When he finds out you're still alive, how will he know you didn't seen him?

He must kill you immediately.

So we are your only hope.

You? Yes...

Then I'm really in trouble.

Look, I didn't see anyone.

But if I did, I'd tell anyone but you.

Is that clear?

You're wasting time, and I'm wasting blood.

There it is, Captain.

Hypodermic syringe in the tentacle...

The word is testicle, Lo Conte!

So are you when you give me a light. I quit smoking!

- Mummy! Mummy! - My God, Donna Nunziata!

Stop it!

What happened? Donna Nunziata, you need anything?

- For you, Sergeant. - You may go, thanks.

- Well? - Nunziata Perrella.

From a very poor family. Prostitute at 13.

She stopped 10 years ago.

She already had a son.

But 4 or 5 years ago, didn't she live with that Acquasanta...

- what's his name... Frankie? - Yes, but she no longer does.

Now she runs this hotel with a woman named Sofia...

who owns a dance school.

OK, let them in.

Buonanno Antonio, also known as Toto.

It's me, why?

- So the dance school isn't yours? - Why not? It's mine.

And who's Sofia? They say it belongs to Sofia.

Sergeant, you want to know too much!

- Also known as Sofia. - It's so simple!

Hey, I beg your pardon! Let's go, kids. We're not wanted here.

Were you alone in your room? Did anyone see you?

No, nobody.

And when you ran up, because of all those screams...

did you see anyone... besides the victims?

Nobody. Thank God, no.

Why "thank God"?

Thank God because my mom always said...

blessed is he who knows nothing about cuckolding and murders.

- Do you have the same mom as Nunziata? - No, why?

She says "luckily" and you "thank God".

For someone who doesn't have an alibi, I think you are too witty.

You need some witnesses, Sofia!

Do you suspect me?

Sofia, you were there.

Ah, is that so?

Am I free now or under arrest?

Scram!

One moment, this way.

Down.

- Is this your son? - Bartolomeo Rocco, alias Baba.

Mr. Bartolomeo Rocco! And hats off.

Is this your son's key ring?

This one? No.

- Was your son involved with drugs? - My son was a good boy.

Of course.

But do you have any idea who killed him?

He was with a woman, wasn't he?

Maybe someone involved in a love affair.

A love affair? No drugs?

Then, how about... this?

That song... A woman was singing it today.

Just as someone was killing my son.

My son...

He took an innocent creature and made her do this shitty business!

You bastard. Come here!

Do you hear me? He put her in the street!

Look at her, she's an innocent!

You piece of shit!

So Baba had only come to collect the rent?

When you sold him the hotel?

I already told you. Three years ago.

OK. Come on, I'll drive you home.

Thanks, Captain, but I'll walk.

I want to get some air.

Wait a minute. Remember the killer is out there looking for you.

We all have to die somehow.

Hey, where are you going?!

Why...?

Why was that piece of shit in your room?!

It'll be better for you if you tell me!

Why was that guy in your room?

Why? Why?!

Come here! Where are you going? Come here!

- What did you tell the Captain? - What do you want?!

You told him you didn't see anything because Baba was fucking you!

Huh? You tell him that?

But that Captain is stupid and he believed in your farce!

You can scream and fuck off!

What do you fucking care, Frankie?

Be careful, Nunziata.

Don't try to play me...

or you'll end up like Baba.

You're still the same.

Get off me!

What a piece of ass!

Excuse me, a person wants to talk to you.

- Who? - Don't worry. Come.

Ah, what a nice scent of a woman!

Baba loved women.

Oh, I know. I'm sorry for you. He was your son.

You're trembling!

Why? The old blind man scares you, sweetie?

Me? I'm not afraid of anything, not even death.

Not even the one who shot you?

He just wanted to scare me too. Like you, like everyone.

I'm used to it.

You're a woman that doesn't talk, I know.

But he might think otherwise.

He too must defend himself, for God's sake.

And who will defend you?

The Rocco family is very powerful.

I think you need protection right now.

Always the same story.

Since I was 13, everybody wanted to protect me.

Then they screwed me.

Anyway, if you want to protect me, I'd really appreciate it.

But I can't tell you who killed your son.

I fainted, I saw nothing.

Do you still want to protect me?

Do you trust me?

Shh!

- Hey, Pummarulella! - Mom!

Pummarulella, tell your mom what I told the Police.

I was silent as the grave, wasn't I?

Sure, as the grave. You're like a corpse.

You rascal!

- You wretched boy! - Your wig!

Pummarulella, come here! Give me back that wig!

Pummarulella, let me get you! You rascal!

- Always the same story with my wig! - Your wig!

- You have to stop it! - Wig, wig!

Stop bothering me!

Are you here? I thought they'd have detained you.

- But they didn't. - And they did wrong.

You know you can't mess with the Roccos.

'O Guaglione, the father. He drove me here.

What did he want from you?

He wanted to know if I saw who killed his son

For that information, he offered me protection.

Did he hurt you?

'O Guaglione...

Well, what did you tell him?

I don't know anything.

I didn't see anything.

Lo Conte, I'm trying to quit smoking! Can't you get that?

Quartullo, this is Captain Puglisi speaking.

Check if Interpol sent any information from New York...

about Buonanno Sofia.

The one who runs a dance school at the Broadway hotel.

Broadway in Naples, not in New York.

What does Sophia Loren have to do with it? Buonanno!

Jesus, what happened?!

What happened?!

My goodness!

He has a syringe in his balls!

The corpse of Nicolino Gargiulo, called Camel,

found a few hours after that of Bartolomeo Rocco,

has an identical signature to the previous murder, a syringe.

At first sight, this could be a revenge by the dreaded Rocco family.

Mrs. Gargiulo, my condolences on your husband death. Courage!

Have courage.

Come here a second.

You run that hotel with Buonanno Antonio.

The owner of that dance school.

Why? Is it forbidden by law?

Where did Buonanno get the money to go into business with you?

- In America. He's a good dancer. - A good dancer.

- He's registered under the name Sofia. - So what?

Antonio.

Antonio!

Come here.

Captain Puglisi asked me many questions about you.

I don't know... as if someone leaked him something.

That you too are involved in this shit job...

in this lousy drug trade.

How did you make money in America?

A million-dollar question.

Don't make fun! Answer me!

How did you make the money?

Just like you did.

Do you want the details?

OK.

Do you have a very strong stomach?

OK.

Let's do a stroll through the sewers.

How did it start?

Yeah...

You know how it started.

Via Doganella. Do you remember?

I'll never forget it.

You were so tiny under that tree.

You wore a red dress and were crying.

Yeah...

your brother took a 13-year-old girl and put her out on the street.

I tried to take you away...

but your lousy brother beat me up and threw you back on that street.

I felt like I was going crazy.

I wanted to kill him, and I tried to.

But the police came and we both ended up in jail.

You don't know what he told me as soon as we got into that hell.

"What you didn't want my sister to do...

you have to do now".

They were four and bigger than me.

And so...

since that first time, and for three years...

I've become worse than a whore.

When I got out of jail, I couldn't stand myself.

So I boarded the first ship I saw.

Because I couldn't go back to you anymore.

That ship was going to America.

Ah... America!

Another world.

Tough and difficult.

But I learned to defend myself...

with my imagination.

And I became Sofia.

And this is my story.

- I just wanted to know about the drugs. - No drugs.

- I never wanted that. - My poor love.

- It was my fault. - No, no.

My love, don't send me away.

I always loved you.

I died of shame for your love.

If you send me away...

If you send me away now...

I'll kill myself.

What about your relationship with Frankie Acquasanta?

You dated him for four years.

How can you explain a sickness?

He's a bully...

strong. With that smile and his smuggler's eyes.

His chest smelled of the sea.

Then the drugs came and changed everything.

And now he disgusts me more than the others.

But don't worry, darling.

I love you.

Do you hear me?

You're the one I love.

She is so talented.

Hey, Acquasanta paid for this party.

You know I don't like it.

But he was very insistent. Besides, he bought the whole villa.

He wants me to turn this villa into a residence.

Shh! We'll talk later.

Frankie, didn't you hear?

Nicolino "Camel" was not killed by the Roccos.

They wanted to avenge Baba...

but when they went to do the job, Nicolino had already been killed.

Look in the lovely face of 10 billion lire.

In front... and in profile.

Look how you stare at me.

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

Tony, I'm saying that inside the ass of some beautiful Buddha statuette,

a huge quantity of Chinese drugs is coming to Naples from Hong Kong.

Top quality.

But that was a Baba Rocco's deal.

Well... don't put limits to Divine Providence.

Nicolino tried too, and they killed him like a dog.

- Hey, what's your game? - What game?

The game is doing our fucking business.

Hey, this is about 10 fucking billion.

Are you giving me this good news at Carmela's party?

Yes, sir. Why not?

What's the problem?

Why? Are you afraid of your wife?

Donna Carmela! The Iron Lady, the Thatcher!

My God! Did she zip your balls in her purse?

Carmela knows nothing and she must not know anything!

We've been more afraid of her than the police for years.

- Does she suspect anything? - No, but...

So, what are you afraid of?

You're a builder, I'm a crook.

This is a declaration of war.

A bad "tarantella" with the Roccos will begin.

Let's dance, Tony! Let's dance.

Son of a...

Come on.

- Hey, welcome back! - Hey, Pummarulella!

Congratulations, Frankie, you bought a beautiful villa.

Greek architecture of the 18th century. A big deal!

Tony will turn it into a very luxurious residence.

Hi, everybody.

I want to propose a toast in honor of Donna Carmela...

and Don Frankie too.

Let's raise a glass to our beautiful Carmela Capone.

Best wishes and a thousand of these days.

Here. This is a small gift from your husband.

Holy mother of God! A diamond!

Tony, you're really crazy! Thanks, my love.

The jeweler would've liked to deliver it himself...

but I was coming here, so...

Thanks, I'll write you a check right away.

Hey, what's the hurry? You're not going anywhere.

Hey Frankie, my Mom still has a lovely voice.

Sure. Beautiful, beautiful.

"Here...

it may rain ink...

but blacker than that...

I cannot become"...

said the beetle.

Nunziata, you're looking for trouble.

You go around everywhere like a fool.

Aren't you scared?

- From whom? - From me.

You're wrong.

My God, I miss the days when...

you insulted me and threw things in my face.

I miss you even when you were a whore.

It was quite expensive but...

a great love.

What do you want?

What are you trying to do?

What do you expect?

It's useless. There's nothing to do.

You disgust me.

You know.

I disgust you...

You disgust me.

I disgust you...

but you're trembling. Why?

I know why.

Because you're like me.

You're an obsession... in my head... in my guts.

You're worse than a disease!

Then get over it, because I don't want to see you anymore.

I hate you!

I know.

- I hate you! - Yes.

That's hatred.

Of course.

- That's hatred, isn't it? - Yes.

That's hatred...

Hatred...

Is that hatred?

- I hate you. - So, let's make hate.

Nunziata, you're still in love with me.

- As you once were. - As I once were...

Once there was Frankie, a cigarette smuggler.

He was strong, nice, good and brave.

You were different.

You smelled of sea at that time.

What a pity.

Look, Nunziata...

I made a lot of money.

- Oh, yeah? - No, I mean it.

I only need a big score, then I'll stop this dirty job.

I swear to God. If you want, we can keep this villa for us.

Me, you and Pummarulella.

My God, I saw him earlier. How much he's grown!

He kissed me. He misses Uncle Frankie.

Or we can go elsewhere. Wherever you like.

Brazil, Australia, America.

And we'll get married.

Always Frankie Acquasanta.

He's always hanging around you.

He's like a snake...

waiting for the right moment to bite you again.

Then, when you finish the restaurant, you have to start the residence.

Carmela, I'm a builder.

I have to build with someone.

Yes, but not only with Frankie Acquasanta.

This is enough.

You always work for him, Only for him.

I know you very well.

What will people think? That you are partners.

Just like before.

He's a bad man.

Besides, I remember...

the nights you went to sea with him to get cigarettes.

I was scared to death.

Look, Tony...

Now, Our Lady has done the miracle of getting you a good job.

Carmela, without underestimating Our Lady...

Frankie Acquasanta did that miracle too.

He gave us the money to build houses, restaurants...

Don't blaspheme!

He made money with... that shit...

which made all of Naples go crazy...

and killed so many poor boys.

- like Pasqualino. - Carmela...

you swore we wouldn't talk about him anymore, but you do.

As if you like to rub salt in the wound.

Stop it, Carmela.

No. No, sir, I won't.

What are you doing? You're smoking now?

Give me that. It's bad for you.

Nicolino Guagliulo was killed with a syringe...

exactly 12 hours after Baba Rocco.

So this suggests that Nicolino killed Baba?

- Come on, let's be serious! - How can you rule it out?

Inspector, because a revenge is never reciprocal around here.

Here revenge is at least twice as big. Check the statistics.

"Did you kill one of mine? And I'll kill three of yours"!

"Did you put a syringe in my balls?

Then I'll cut your balls off and stick them to your ears"!

Here.

This case is highly unusual.

No one, not even they, have understood what the message is.

Because that's what it's all about: a message!

- Maybe you read too much Agatha Christie. - Captain.

An urgent call from the City Railway Station. It's the Homicide Squad.

Ah! Again with a syringe? I'm coming.

Agatha Christie was right. That's the third one in 24 hours.

This is the third murder with a syringe...

in a series that began with Bartolomeo Rocco...

brother of the well-known Michele Rocco, called the O' Tango...

a prominent exponent of the Neapolitan Camorra...

who is considered one of the major culprits of the war between gangs.

He's been evading capture for 3 years and is probably hiding in South America.

These journalists are such assholes.

The body found today in the train station toilet...

has been identified as Pasquale Salt and Pepper.

Turn that thing off.

Poor Pasquale, ends up like that in a train station.

In a men's toilet with a syringe in the balls, like Baba.

No!

No, Baba, no!

Mom, please!

My goodness.

Ahh! They killed him! They killed Baba!

He shouldn't have died!

But what was he doing in the toilet of the train station?

He was negotiating that stuff from Hong Kong.

They, whoever, they are...

know that Pasquale was like a brother to you.

- They're trying to scare us. - Holy shit!

And they did it.

See the look on your faces.

But I... don't get scared.

The Rocco family is not to be touched.

We'll kill all suspects, whoever they are.

Sure, you're so smart.

In my day we knew what a warning was.

What warning?

This song means nothing.

You've been whistling in my ears for two days.

We are in Naples, everyone sings. This is not proof.

You're right.

But what can I do? Now it's an obsession.

And what do you think that syringe means?

What do you think it means?

Shots for coughing?

It means... drugs.

Many years ago I said...

that poison should never have entered Naples...

because it would have turned against us.

And now we're celebrities...

for producing corpses in industrial quantities.

But how many people do we help live with our money?

Billions of lire that we circulate in Naples.

More than that, throughout Italy!

Unemployment, the depressed economy... How can the poor South eat?

How did they build hospitals, schools, houses for earthquake victims?

With state funding? Eh!

Money circulates here. A lot.

Money, money, money! You like to say billions.

Billion is too big number. It means nothing.

40 or 50 million is a real thing.

You can buy a car, a house...

but 40 billion, 50 billion, 100 billion...

you hear numbers that make people lose their minds.

They don't mean anything to anyone. Nothing!

All of you...

unfortunately, will die for nothing!

We will die because we're a bunch of bastards.

And you?

Yeah, for you it was different.

There was honor.

But, what honor?

Honor, my ass!

All of you, when you needed it, cut throats and balls.

Only the quantity has changed now.

You can no longer understand.

You're too old.

Old age is a bad thing.

Sure, it's a bad thing!

But don't worry, you'll never get to it.

OK.

Let's start over.

Nunziata Perrella.

Come here.

Come here.

You've got thinner.

As a little girl, you were much more promising.

Come here.

Let's see if there is some "pepper" left.

You were a little girl.

How much money did you want? 3,000 lire?

I told Baba they were well spent.

Was it Frankie Acquasanta who killed him?

Yeah? Really?

Yeah, if it was Frankie...

would you say it to me?

Yeah...

and if I tell you it wasn't him, would you believe me?

But how can you say it wasn't him?

You said you fainted. How is that possible?

A hunch? A feeling?

You know, people are right to call you Tango.

You are a nice tango, languid and sensual.

Yes, a hunch.

Yes, a feeling.

Frankie didn't do it.

What a silky skin.

You really want to do it?

Oh dear, I thought I'd make you happy.

I know.

I know.

Do not think that I don't appreciate this privilege.

The women of Naples make poems about your famous nights of love.

I consider the gift you want to give me a great honor.

It's me...

I'm not feeling well.

I'm sorry for you.

I still remember that little girl back then.

See? I'm like that.

I'm forever grateful to a woman who gave me a little pleasure.

That's why I have patience with you.

Donna Elena, come here.

Don't look so gloomy. Lie down near Nunziata.

Lie down.

Like that.

Now, Nunziata, lie on top of Elena.

- To do what? - Like Baba.

You're Baba, she's Nunziata and I'm the killer.

Put yourself in the same position as Baba.

Come on, honey.

I think we were more or less like that.

What do you mean, more or less?

The scene must be exactly reconstructed. This is what it takes.

His left hand...

where was it?

Where was he touching you?

He was touching you... here?

No, sir!

Here. He had it here.

Yes, but with the other hand...

where was he touching you?

He was touching you... here?

No, sir!

Stay calm, baby!

You look like The Two Orphans.

He was fucking you or not?

No, he tried to.

I didn't want to, even if he killed me.

When the killer arrived, what position were you in?

Show me.

Carmela D'Amore...

- You have a beautiful voice. - Thank you.

Don't mention it. I should thank you for this beautiful evening.

Also because I finally know your voice better...

Carmela D'Amore.

I listened to you three days ago in the early afternoon.

You were singing near St. Mary of the Seven Sorrows church.

Me? No.

Oh, no?

A woman was singing the song How beautiful is Naples.

It sounded like your voice.

Ah, maybe the voice was mine, but I wasn't there.

Three days ago I was at home.

I had one of those maddening headaches.

A hammer in the middle of my head.

No. Maybe it was a record, or a tape cassette.

And where can I buy this song, on vinyl, cassette, or whatever?

It will be my pleasure to give it to you.

Carmela! They kidnapped Nunziata!

Maria saw them taking her away in a car!

Who? Where?

It was dark, I don't know. Two boys.

That woman is the only eyewitness.

There are mothers, fathers, brothers...

Three guys were murdered that way.

Their families have the right to know the truth.

Good night.

And please, that song...

It's a father who asks you for it.

Terremoto, let's go.

Ah, Nunziata is at Rocco's house.

The Roccos?

We have to do something!

I'm going there, to find her!

Hey! Where are you going? He'll kill you!

Toto! Wait, it's dangerous! Toto!

Are you Captain Puglisi?

Michele Rocco, called Tango, is not in South America.

There's a secret passage in his kitchen...

behind the wine shelf.

But who's speaking? Hello?!

- Trace this call! - Yes, sir.

Hello?

- Quartullo! - Yes, sir!

Wake up judge Buonocore. I need a warrant now.

- We've found Tango. - Yes, sir.

Lo Conte! Call the central task force.

I need 40 men. You, come here at once!

Call Captain Esposito immediately at the Stella district.

I wanna know all of Frankie Acquasanta's movements. Go!

They started ratting, but they're afraid of revenge.

The conspiracy of silence is over. Nobody here has to sleep tonight!

- All set, Captain. - OK. Three men on that side.

Watch out, boys. Behind those trees!

- What happened?! - Fuck you!

The show is starting.

Only an army with tanks is missing. Do they want to go to war?

Is that for us?

We're honest people!

Go away!

We're looking for Michele Rocco. And don't give us any trouble.

- OK, let's go. - This is a private property!

Mr. Rocco, is it possible to avoid this farce?

Kindly tell your "ladies" to open the door.

Or do I have to read the whole warrant?

What fucking warrant? Go away!

There are old women here.

Ah! the second act is starting. Come on.

Ladies, calm down. Stand back.

Calm down!

Lo Conte! Quartullo! Come with me.

This way.

Open up and without any fuss!

- My God, the Police! - Shut up, asshole!

We know he's in there.

Don't let them in. Let them wait!

Oriana! Oriana, keep them out!

- By hook or by crook. - My God, they got in!

Lo Conte!

On that side. Open up!

Silence! Where Michele Rocco, called O' Tango, eh?

Yes, OK...

Clear the way!

We have to move this cupboard right away!

Lo Conte, got it? Make it move. Call the others.

And see what's behind that door, above the stairs.

Yes, the cold room, the pantry.

Don't open it, everything will be ruined!

Stand back!

Stand back!

Here, help is on the way!

- How dare you? - Don't let them touch anything!

Stand back.

Will you hold still or not?

How dare you?!

Get my lawyer!

- Stop it! - Mr. Rocco!

Can we stop fooling ourselves with this farce?

Move that cupboard, come on!

Come on!

Captain Puglisi, you have five minutes to get out of here.

I have a ticking bomb that will go off at 7:30 sharp.

Mr. Rocco, we are in your house.

With your parents, your children, your women.

Do you really want to blow everyone up?

Well, let's make a deal.

Everybody take three steps back, please.

Everybody back. Back!

Again...

Why are you screaming? Stand back!

No, Michele! Why did you open?! Jesus!

Another crazy woman!

This is a huge miscarriage of justice.

My hands are clean and I'm innocent of any charges you'll make.

These weapons are for self-defense...

against those who want to kill us.

So you have a bomb in self-defense?

Self-defense, yes!

I wish my brother had had it too.

He was killed like a dog...

by some bastard and infamous traitor...

without whose help, you...

would never have found me.

Someone who wants to screw all of us...

and you're playing his game.

- You're a God, Tango! - A God!

Here are my terms:

I want a judge and my lawyer...

- and you don't have to arrest anyone here. - Be quiet!

Including this lady.

A friend of mine who came to pay me a visit today.

- OK. - This slut!

I'm getting dressed and I'm at your disposal.

One moment, please. Mind if I take a look?

Come in, please. Make yourself at home.

- No tricks, eh? - I am a man of honor.

My bathroom.

Well...

Congratulations.

And congratulations to you too. First that poor Baba...

and now O' Tango. You're a close friend of this family.

Maybe someday you'll be an eyewitness too. It'll be hilarious.

Captain, this suspicious person was prowling around this villa.

Ah, look who's here! Buonanno Antonio!

Now explain to me what you're doing here at this hour.

- He came to get me. - Yeah?

So he waits outside while you make your night visits. Good boy.

Why does everything you say look dirty?

We've only talked about Baba.

- Hey, don't you dare mention Baba! - Don't worry, there's nothing dirty.

- I'm too skinny. - How dare you!

This is a honest family.

He's too good for you. He's crazy about women!

Women of the family, not for sluts like you!

Captain! They killed Tango!

I wanted to be a tobacconist! But here I am!

Agatha Christie, my ass!

He was locked inside a super-armored bathroom.

Everyone else, outside the reinforced door, including 40 policemen...

and he shoots himself and sticks a syringe in his balls.

How is it possible?

Bring me that damn eyewitness who never sees a thing.

Captain...

- I didn't see anything. - Yes, I know.

You were with me and you have nothing to do with it.

But look at this.

My goodness!

Now we have four syringe murders.

Baba, in your house. Or rather, on you.

Nicolino "Camel", whose wife is your friend.

"Salt and Pepper" who, incidentally, had a room in your hotel, so to speak.

And now, Tango. And you were here, as always.

- So were you. - I am a Police Captain.

- Nobody is perfect. - You're witty too.

And Frankie Acquasanta?

What does he have to do with this?

Don't you know what? You were with him for a long time.

Don't you know what he does?

No, I don't.

There are too many things you don't know, dear Ma'am.

What you got there?

Don't you have enough trouble? This is drugs!

What if the next arrest warrant is for Frankie Acquasanta?

Suit yourself. I don't give a shit!

It's a story that's been over for three years.

In short, Captain, what do you want from me?

And Buonanno Antonio? Alias Toto or Sofia.

Your partner and night chaperon.

Oh, I've known him since he was born. He's a good guy.

- Don't touch it! - What is it?

Here is the trick.

Where is it?

Oh, Jesus!

Stay here.

Open up, come on!

Ah, now I see!

I won't have a moment of peace anymore.

I swear before these dead people.

And I want to start again from the beginning.

From that song.

That song doesn't exist. Neither on vinyl, nor on cassette.

It was never recorded.

Then she was there... Carmela D'Amore.

Frankie Acquasanta.

I'm the only eyewitness who may have seen...

or not seen anything.

They're waiting only one name.

And I'll tell them.

Frankie Acquasanta.

Have you gone mad... or what?

Why, didn't you kill them?

Is that what you think?

That's what the police think.

You did it to get that shipment of Chinese stuff.

But what the fuck do you know about it?

You're an asshole! Don't you see that I wanna help you?

Whoever touches that stuff will die. And you have 12 hours to get away...

before the police issue an arrest warrant.

But what's in your head?

What kind of reasoning is that?

First you accuse me that I killed them...

then, to save my life, you want to rat me out...

so either I get killed or I go to jail.

But if I don't touch that stuff and run, I have 12 hours to save myself.

Yes, you must do that.

Forget everything and disappear.

Otherwise, I'll really rat you out.

What are you gonna do?!

Not even my mother can talk to me like that.

You've forgotten who I am!

And who are you?

What do you want to do? Kill me?

Pull your gun out, come on.

Shoot. In front of them

Do you see them? Who do you think they're looking at?

It's like saying you're the killer.

Listen to me for once, 'cause you have no choice.

Forget all that junk and get away...

or you'll die.

- You're a good girl, Nunziata. - Don't mock me.

You're a good girl. I was right.

You're still in love with me. It can't be helped.

You're a bastard, asshole and cocky son of a bitch!

See? You're madly in love!

You're a fucking piece... of shit!

Hey, Frankie!

The old man asked me again for that cassette of the Carmela song.

- The one while they were killing Baba Rocco? - Yes.

Nunziata!

- Nunziata! - She's out.

- Where? - I don't know.

- But what is it? - Pummarulella.

- He was there with two scoundrels. - Who? Where?

They're two lowlifes, two fucking scoundrels!

They sell drugs at Donn'Anna Palace.

Come, for God's sake, run!

Here they are, do you see them? On a red motorbike.

I know them. They sell drugs to children too.

Go!

I'll stay here to wait for Nunziata. Meet us at Donn'Anna Palace!

Pummarulella!

Pummarulella!

- Toto! - Nunziata!

- Have you seen him? - This way.

Hey, they went in there! Inside the gate of Villa Shelley.

Get off me, I'll do it myself!

But this fucking powder can't be eaten or drunk...

with a coke or an ice cream?

These injections always frightened me, even in my ass!

- He's a little boy. - He's scared.

No, sir! Now I'll do it. I'll show you.

Pummarulella!

Oh my God!

You scumbags!

Jesus!

Let's go!

Nunziata!

There's still a packed oxygen tank in the pantry and they order another one?

That's a scandal! They're all thieves and parasites here!

And then every day they break my balls!

Ma'am, calm down! You have to calm down! He's fine.

You didn't break a single rib of his. Go home.

Oh my God!

No!

This makes five.

Should this also be counted? Because this time there was no syringe.

- It wasn't stuck, but was there. - Oh! Where?

Here it is.

It was on the ground, right near him.

Who passes by and speaks to you

Do not trust

What happened in Naples

The wind passes, rushes, drops, grows, howls, flies

And goes away

People laugh, cry, are born, die

But love must be done

Who...

Who is it? Is it you, Maria?

It's us. The door is closed.

Come on, tell her what happened.

Carmela, I stopped him just in time! He had a syringe here.

And they killed Toto.

They killed him.

- This is his coat. - Toto.

Why Toto? He was innocent.

And why drug Pummarulella?

Why?

Two holy creatures.

I know who's to blame.

Those scumbags, like Frankie Acquasanta.

Those rats!

Just to get that Chinese stuff...

they're killing everyone.

Those rats started with Baba.

Rats? What rats?

Whoever killed Bartolomeo Rocco is not a rat.

Nunziata, Bartolomeo Rocco, Baba...

do you know what a bastard he was?

No, you can't remember it, because you weren't here that day.

"You have to run home, your son is sick".

It was him, on that red motorcycle.

My goodness, I ran... like crazy!

At the corner of the street, I saw Baba, inside his car...

looking at me.

That look on his face...

He knew...

He knew what he had done to me...

what happened to me.

My poor child...

so sweet...

with a little mouth that still tasted of milk...

so young...

he had yet to make his First Communion.

He didn't die of a heart attack.

Tony and I did everything to not let anything known...

to keep it quiet.

Heroin.

At 9 years old!

People were saying, "Stop it, Carmela. Stop it."

"Life must go on."

"Accept it."

Accept it. Accept what?!

I couldn't accept it!

I always had Baba's face before my eyes...

looking at me from his car.

So I walked around like a crazed rat in the sewer.

And there we met all.

So many mothers...

who were following those sewer paths...

that mothers usually don't know...

where infamous people conquer children with candy...

with video games...

pinballs, to drive them crazy.

So we recognized each other.

Each of us...

had written on her face her child.

Some became sluts...

others became drug dealers or died.

I, Maria, Elena...

- The woman of Tango? - Yes.

We found we were many.

Many heartbroken mothers ready for anything...

to stop this calamity that destroys our children.

I'm recording a song, Nunziata.

That old man is blind...

but he has a good ear and a good nose.

There are no recordings of this song.

He was right.

It was I who was singing on the terrace.

From that terrace I watched another terrace where Assunta...

could see the church in the square.

And from there, Assunta could signal to the other women.

When that big shit stain...

by the name of Bartolomeo Rocco, walked towards the hotel...

Assunta made a signal with her bedsheets to Evelina...

and she did it for me.

So I started singing.

Heart made of newsprint

At the signal, Maria called Rosario...

telling him that his old lover, Vincenzino the Fireman...

was waiting for him in a bar.

He rushed outside...

leaving the hotel entrance unattended.

Any killer could walk in and out without being seen.

It was early afternoon.

There was a lesson at the dance school and there was no one around.

So Maria arrived at the hotel without being seen by anyone.

She had to wait for Baba on the stairs...

but you started screaming and there was a risk that someone might arrive.

Scream as long as you want! If that faggot comes, I'll fuck him too!

We were so many and all together.

It was a miracle, but everything went well.

And after Baba, Nicolino Camel.

The syringe I stuck in his body...

was the one I found in Francesco's arm.

My son.

And when I told my husband...

that I had stabbed him with the same syringe...

I had found in my little boy's school bag...

My daughter, Maria Teresa, was only 13 years old.

We are many and we must go on...

until they no longer understand anything and kill each other.

This has to become a massacre.

Did you hear, Tony? That is your Carminella.

She's so full of sunshine and music.

Eh, women are beautiful.

You know, Nunziata wanted to rat me out...

the police want to arrest me... What should I do, what can I do?!

I'm at your disposal.

Where do you want to screw me? Behind? In front? Here?

Hey! I've never killed anyone!

You?

You got rich with that poison!

Me? Ah, just me. Okay.

You don't say anything?

Leave him be!

I can't believe it!

What do you have to do with that crap, with those syringes in the balls?

You want to cover for one of them.

I wanted to cover for you!

It's you who had to feel that!

You must have felt the need to smash the head of that snake...

and break that chain of poison!

How could I?!

I'm a link in that chain!

That's the truth.

You?

And since when?

Since you said "what do you bring in those boxes along with cigarettes?"

"For God's sake, not that poison!"

Then, to reassure you...

I swore "not that one, no!"

So this comedy began.

He was the builder and I was the crook.

And nobody had to know it, not even your friend Nunziata.

You...

who held Pasqualino dead in your arms.

But didn't it break your heart?

Tony did what he had to do!

Our little son.

He couldn't back out, but this way he built a house and this show for you.

Our little son...

with that death hole, inside his flesh.

Be reasonable. Where should he go? What was he supposed to do?

Should he have given you more grief?

This is what you told him? You bastard!

Yes, why? Isn't that right?

You wanted to see this poor man with his guts hanging out or his throat cut?

Poor Pasqualino.

Our poor children...

as soon as they start to stand, they begin to suffer.

I remember when I was a child, after the war.

"Do it for mommy. Do it for daddy."

We children did everything among the stones of this city.

My goodness!

We used to steal tanks, rifles, ships!

We used to sell friends, sisters, mothers...

and ourselves, but...

it was to make a living.

Religion... was dressed up as San Gennaro or Our Lady of Pompeii...

but it was always... life.

Life.

But not now. Now it's something else!

Now death is your religion.

Because even the hyenas in the desert defend their children.

A crazy woman.

Yeah...

women of yesteryear were all love...

and understanding. Understanding!

Now you're punch-drunk.

And you no longer understand anything.

That's too bad.

Are you happy now, Don Rocco?

Congratulations. You've always been a man of great class.

Here we are all gathered for this nice lunch and dinner...

this beautiful family party. Very good.

Hey, you were right about that fucking song.

What now?

You want to avenge your children and these women theirs.

Who's next?

Me?

Oh, no, no. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry ladies, but I'm busy.

- Get off me, you bastard! - This sounds bad and inelegant, I know.

But what can I do? Better a living rascal than a dead gentleman.

This way. Get in.

But where are we going?

- Come on, move your feet! - Wait!

Come here.

- This is a special passage. - Wait!

It leads directly to the port. My car is back here.

Let's go get Pummarulella and we ship out immediately.

My God, that was something terrible.

Why is it like nothing happened to you?

Everything happened, but we're safe.

- Yes? - Do you want to save Pummarulella or not?

Of course!

Those crazy women just want to shed blood, they want a massacre.

I can understand them, but let's go.

Let's go, come on!

Get on, come on!

But... what is this stuff, Frankie?

Nunziata, try to understand.

These are billions.

The last one.

No, Frankie. Give me that stuff!

- That mustn't enter here! - Nunziata!

- I don't want that stuff in Naples! - But we need money...

to start a new life elsewhere.

- Give me that or I'll kill you! - Kill who?! I've got the gun!

- Please! - Nunziata!

- OK, do what you want. I'll go. - Frankie!

But what's your plan? Kill me and everyone?

- What's your plan?!- Murderer!

It's useless, even if you kill them all, others will come.

Others will come, because no one turns down a multi-billion lire business.

Murderer!

- Beat it! You're as crazy as those. - You too are a murderer!

We've been killing ourselves for that stuff for years.

And should I turn it down?

Find me one man who would be able to turn it down...

and I swear to God, I'll marry him.

Nunziata, would you grow up?

I pity you. That's disgusting, Frankie.

What happened to all of you? How was it?

What the fuck have you all outlaws become? And why?

For money.

Just to have a car or a television even in the john.

You have the guts...

to pay for these things with the lives of the kids.

You smell like death, Frankie.

But what do you want from me?

This is like a war, with bombing.

People die and children die too.

How many people die each year from drugs? 100, 1000, make it 10,000.

But how many people eat with the money that this trafficking brings?

In the end, money goes to everyone. Let's weigh everything well.

Let's make an exact count between the living and the dead.

What the fuck do we care?! What's it got to do with us?

We're safe. So, either come with me, or fuck you!

- No. - Then, fuck you.

I beg you, Frankie.

Again? Let go of me!

Damn it!

Frankie Acquasanta, where are you going?

- Stay still! - My God!

Or I'll shoot someone.

Put your guns down.

Nunziata, you're such a fool.

I loved you.

Frankie!

Let's forget the whole thing. That's the end.

No, it's just the beginning.

How many have we killed him? 30, 40?

What does it have to do with you? Only we killed him.

We all shot together.

So did I.

That's what we have to tell the judge, to newspapers and television.

40 mothers confess they killed together.

40 killers for every murder!

The whole world will have to talk about it, or it was all in vain.

Wherever there is a child and a mother...

all mothers have to think of the many innocent children killed like this.

Everyone must think about it! They have to be afraid!

How the fuck could they do this trial?

To whom, against whom? Who are the guilty?

Me?

The gangsters, the mobsters, of course.

But even those who shut up and take the money from this shit of a people!

I wonder how many multinationals, banks, newspapers, television!

Or how many governments. Who knows how many!

All guilty.

All of them.

Gentlemen, the Court!

Mothers from Spanish Neighborhood of Naples have participated in this film