Original subtitles

Good shot! Too bad that you crossed the line.

I don't think so.

Everybody saw it, you crossed the line.

- Filippo, what do you say? - These are two points for Angela.

We want to forget years of rules?

Whatever…

I think we'd make a couple together.

First contexts and you try to pick me up?

- I'm already married. - But you have a nice left.

We'd make a nice couple. you and I.

Sorry, I gotta go.

Angela, promise me at least to think about it?

Now let's go home and I'll make you a bottle.

Yeah, and then we're putting in the limoncello.

- What a fool! - She likes limoncello!

Stop it!

Daddy's beauty.

Let's get out of here!

Fuck you!

Go! Go!

They've made vanish the other car?

- Fuck! - What is it?

We forgot the Tedesco.

Someone has to go. to get him

- or he stay there until morning. - That's precise.

For a while. we'd so much fun, huh?

I'm glad that you had a good time.

This is just the beginning.

Did you go away again tonight?

Yes.

Ah.

Should I know anything else?

That I have a nice left.

What do you say, this one?

Daddy!

- Better the other one. - In the other one, her eyes are closed.

We choose as daddy he doesn't understand anything.

Carlo?

Yeah, that's fine. Five minutes.

I gotta go.

I love you, you know.

Bye.

What do we do now?

Let's look at the new photos.

Let's see what we got here.

Look at that pretty Carlottina.

Nice daddy here.

It was raining down corpses.

Blood Days

that the newspapers had renamed "Ides of March."

In Corleone there was no shooting for 15 years,

a sign that it was happening something important.

And for us of total darkness.

The girl is alive.

With all the blows it's a miracle.

Marshal!

Saverio.

Look at the woman's last name.

Giammona.

Giovanna Giammona.

A month earlier, had been touched his brother Giuseppe.

Both incensed, brother and sister.

People who, as far as we knew about it,

had not much to share with the Mafia.

Like the two Moroccans found in Brancaccio.

In that case, the modalities of the murder

seemed to rule out the mafioso motive.

But the shell casings brought us back to the same guns

that they had fired in Corleone.

A few days later it's the turn of Antonino Giuseppe Vallecchia,

stage name Gianni Giannuzzo.

In an underworld environment known as the Singer.

A "neomelodico" who used to perform at village parties and weddings,

especially the mafiosi ones.

White Lupara.

A faceless demon sowed death undisturbed

and I'm waiting, hoping that he'd strike again

just to be able to to give him a name.

"Who is this without death

that goes for the kingdom of the dead people?"

Dead people.

What do you say?

No, it's nothing. Divine Comedy.

- How does it help us? - Books are always useful.

Let's start over from chapter one.

- This: Francesco Montalto. - Yes.

Pressure regent of Villabate,

son of boss Salvatore Montalto called Totò Loyal Dog,

historical ally of the Corleonesi.

Somebody's gonna kill him and Bagarella takes revenge.

- Simple, linear. - Yes, I know.

But then why all these innocent people?

Why?

Maybe they've changed the alliances.

New names, new people...

Perhaps Bagarella and his ones have freaked out.

- Why now? - Territory problems?

Lack of respect?

Too much blood mix-ups your brain.

- Okay, I'm out of here. - How are you leaving?

It's almost 8:00, I've stayed too long.

I come home at night

and I'm trying not to take with me these deaths.

And I avoid bringing here the problems I have at home.

Watertight compartments, you should try it.

- You don't look so good. - No?

How did you said? Too blood mix-ups the brain.

That goes for us, too.

Go home, Saverio.

Oh! Easy.

You've been here for 4 hours.

Patience makes the hunter. Patience!

Yes, patience...

- Repeat your sentences, too. - But what sentences?

You haven't figured it out yet who's fucking with you?

The footprints go in there. Now you'll see.

- I'm fine. - Giada, where are you going?

- Come on. - Oh!

Let's get to know this boar.

- Giada, what are you doing? - Are you coming or are you staying?

Easy.

Let's go.

Doctor...

Doctor.

Come on, I'll get you home.

Last one and we're leaving.

Another one, please.

Thank you.

Cheers.

- Morning, guys. - Let's go home, come on.

- Giada also called. - No, to the prosecutor office.

Breakfast?

He knows nothing. Nino was right.

We got the wrong guy.

Wait, I'll do it.

He liked to dance, this fetus?

At least that's how he's going to dance.

Who's next?

His partner Marcello Grado.

- The son of Tanino blue eyes - Add Carmine too.

The one who has the haberdashery under my house.

Every day I leave the house and here he is, looking at me.

I don't think it has anything to do with this story.

I mean… I get he's which is an old chap.

- So? - I'll take care of it.

- Tomorrow, I'll greet him. - Tony.

Get the fuck him out of my way or I'm gonna gouge his eyes out.

I assure you.

Then who's there?

We're not finished at Villabate.

There are still Di Peri's men.

- There's Uccio. - Bagarella] Who?

Salvatore Barbagallo

and those four assholes at the Franky Bar.

These hands don't they scare you?

Yes.

Do you know how many people did they kill?

Tell me again.

Do you know how many people did they kill you?

Tell me again.

Do you know how many people did they kill you?

- Uccio, what's going on? - Ssh.

Tell me the truth. Should I worry?

Sure.

Do you like being with a bandit?

I'm kidding, my love.

As long as you're with me you can rest easy.

Trust me, okay?

But let's do this.

- I'm taking your car today. - What?

At least I'm quiet.

Here, call you a cab.

Beautiful, we'll give you a ride!

There's plenty of room here. Come on, we're having fun!

Fuck you!

As long as you're with me you can rest easy.

Trust me, okay?

He's always at the Franky Bar, in Villabate with his friends.

It's kind of a rendezvous point.

Then what else does he with these friends?

Carrying weapons, shooting.

On behalf of who, I don't know.

- What did you say his name was? - Uccio.

- Uccio. - Salvatore.

Salvatore.

Salvatore and then?

OK. What else does this Uccio?

He tells me of the weapons he uses,

the dead he killed,

the bodies dissolved in the acid, stuff like that.

- Why does he say that to you? - It excites him.

OK.

Only now he's watching always to his back.

Every time he wants me to see him to a different place.

He's afraid of something.

And you're scared?

It's good of you to come, I can protect you.

But I need something concrete, you know?

A name, a date, a place...

Something that could be checked.

Come on.

I'm sorry. I thought than a coffee...

- Thank you. - They are already sweetened.

- Is there any milk? - No.

But I'm gonna go to the bar and come back.

- It's okay. - Next time I'll remember.

I'm going.

I'm sorry, the names he won't tell me.

Yesterday he told me about a guy, a certain Singer.

- Can you use it? - Go ahead.

He says they took him in the middle of a marriage

and they took him to a warehouse near Villa Abate.

And then they tortured him to get him to confess something.

- Who? Uccio? - No, people he knows.

Let's do that.

I'll give you a new identity, a home and a job.

But you have to do something for me.

Pull out a name, a place, a date,

something that proves that Uccio has something to do with this.

We record everything, we arrest him

- and you don't see him anymore. - I don't want to see him now!

We're here to protect you.

Ready to intervene at any time.

You'd be safer than you are now.

Trust me.

So said he. I have to go.

Promise me you'll think about it.

In Sicily they say

that in times of hunger also a fly liver

may constitute nourishment.

- Zaza. - Doctor.

- Come here for a second, please? - I'll be right there.

Here are my keys to try to understand something

in this war without sense.

A missing neomelodico from nowhere

and a little girl with a lot of desire to change

but too much fear to really do it.

Because we all believe we want to change our life.

But the truth is, without our insecurities, our fears.

we feel lost.

Tiny boats drifting in the ocean.

We all want to change our lives

but who's willing to do that for real?

- Hello, my love. - Hello.

You made me a tripe!

Yeah, I surprised you.

What about you?

It's the last one.

- What's that supposed to mean? - You know.

No, I don't.

He's not drawing anymore.

I'm sorry, but I sent him magazines,

sketchbooks, colors and markers.

Vincenzina.

Look at me.

Vincenzina! Look at me.

How do you think it's going to end this story?

It's not about us. And I told you that before.

It's about that.

Yeah, it's about that.

It has to do with why the little kid, you and Santino took him.

The Virgen never forgive you because you took him!

Carmine, you got a minute?

- Have we met? - Do you know what time it is?

It's 8:30. From today the store opens at 9:00 a.m.

- Why is that? - Because I'm telling you.

What the fuck do you want? Are you trying to scare me?

- Are you going to scare me? - I'm here as a friend.

I'm not the one that you need to be afraid of.

Is that a threat? I'm calling the police.

You say if you call the police they help you?

Now you get it.

- 9:00? - Yes, now go away.

Good morning, Don Luchino.

Bravo Jesus Christ who gave me a pardon.

Someone's looking for you.

I made put on milk for you.

What are you doing tonight?

You're welcome.

This way.

Serena, what a pleasure!

Come on.

You're welcome.

Wine?

You like that, huh? Restaurants, beautiful clothes...

And who doesn't like it?

There are places to live so you don't need the gun.

Places where a good-looking girl like you

can find an honest man

who can guarantee you all of this.

- Oh, yeah? Not in Villabate though. - No.

We're working on it.

Tell me the name of a town.

- Milan. - Milan... not bad.

I've lived there. The climate is shit though.

Yes, but there are a lot of stores.

The lights, the subway, the people who don't know you,

who don't know where you came from

- and even don't care about it. - Milan. All right.

Pick up the phone.

That's him.

- Hello, hello? - I've been thinking about you.

- I thought about you, too. - I looked for you before.

- Why aren't you answering? - Sorry, I've been busy.

- See you tonight? - Not tonight.

I'm still at the store.

- When do I finish tomorrow? - Let's go to the motel.

- Let's do it to my home. - Your home? Why yours?

I don't know. The first time I was in my home...

- I'm longing for it. - Fuck, I can't wait.

- Me too. - See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, love.

In Milan.

What makes you stay awake?

I was thinking of going to bed. pretending to be asleep

but now I prefer to send you to fuck off.

Where have you been? Two days without news.

I'm working hard.

You don't work at night, you stay out of the house. It's different.

You prefer to get drunk in a shitty bar

- than come back here. - Did Zaza tell you that?

No, you can smell it.

- You want to crucify me? - No, Saverio.

I want you to talk to me,

to tell me what's going through your head.

Why don't we talk anymore you and I?

Why don't we make love?

Our lives have changed, Giada.

My job has changed, we have a daughter.

- I already know that. - What do you want me to say?

The other day, I found a corpse

with his ball stuck up in the mouth.

There's a war in Palermo.

To understand something about it I gotta get a mafioso laid

with a young girl. Is that you want to know?

I gave up everything I had to be with you.

Don't cut me out.

If to go home you gotta talk to me about this stuff,

- then please tell me about it. - I don't have to talk about that.

I don't need it for a fuck to talk about this.

I need to stay focused.

And if I have to stay out of here to do that, I do.

If you're hungry, there's something in the fridge.

The Singer. We care about him.

If Uccio wanders, report his talk about that.

We need precise news, verifiable.

A first name, a last name, an address.

Then we go in. and it all ends in a heartbeat.

I feel like to be in Nikita.

- The movie. You understand? - No.

She's a half-breaker. and the secret service

- they make her a spy. - How does it end?

She breaks her man's heart and then she disappears.

I'd say we have the name of the operation.

Operation Nikita!

I brought my clothes, do you want to see them?

- No need, I trust you. - I'd like to see it.

I was thinking of a guêpière, but money wasn't enough.

- It's not important. - Take it.

Buy what you need.

You have to give the best of yourself. You have to turn him on,

you gotta drive him crazy, Serena.

The excited man is weak, has no defenses.

The more he's excited, the more he talks.

The more h's excited, the less he thinks that you're trying to fuck him up.

Good girl.

- But you're a maniac. - Conscientiousness.

We're taking a risk on the skin of a 20-year-old girl.

I'm aware of that.

How much does it suck on me this place.

The English lord spoke.

I don't like the scent you're wearing.

It's made of hormones, it costs a lot of money.

Girls go crazy.

The hormones, they take them from horses.

A good syringe in the balls and the scent is ready!

Fuck you, go!

Uccio, let's not get to piss off my dad.

- Do you remember what you have to do? - Yes, I remember.

- Hello? - What are you looking for?

- Where are you? - Mind your own fucking business.

For once, you can't just show off?

- What are you looking for? - You know that.

Take what you have to to take, nothing more.

I'll be watching you.

Fuck, this guy's deranged.

I'm not saying you to dress well, but to show up like this!

- Show up how? - With this shirt!

All this gold like a saint.

Do I have to dress like you?

We have to kill a piece of shit.

- We're not going to women. - Yes, but it takes style.

Even if you're going to kill a Christian.

I'm not giving him time to see the way I'm dressed.

Pinuccio, you're rude.

And laugh, Nino!

- Uccio... - Fuck, come here.

Why this show?

I'm scared, Uccio.

I think that every time could be the last one.

And I fucking like...

All the things you tell me,

the blood,

the dead you killed,

The more I think about it the more I want to fuck.

Tell me about the Neapolitan singer.

What does the Singer have to do with it?

I was thinking at that wedding.

The rings, the white dress...

The newlyweds who swear to themselves everlasting love

and in the other room a man he dies dead.

They didn't kill him there, they took him away.

- And where did they take it? - Why all these questions?

You're playing like cops?

I want to see them, the things you tell me.

Like I'm there.

The restaurant with sea view,

the guests,

the sunset all red...

There is no sea in Roccamena, only mountains.

But there was a swimming pool. with the ancient statues.

They took him away in the middle of the marriage.

They put it in the in the trunk

and they took him where they kill the pigs.

We wait.

They strangled him with a fine, fine rope.

And then they ripped him apart, piece by piece.

It dissolves better in acid.

And who did that, my love?

Tell me this isn't happening what I think.

Fuck!

Shut up.

- Wait! Wait! - What the fuck I wait?

Go! Go!

Fuck, I'll kill you!

Shitty spy!

- Freeze, Barbagallo! - Put the gun down!

Easy, you're hurting me!

Fuckhead!

This piece of mud, he didn't even come.

He didn't feel like it today?

Someone must have told him that a villain was waiting for him.

Yes,.

I don't waste the day.

I want to go to Mondello.

If you want to take your things, the time is now.

I don't want anything.

Be careful, in Milan it's cold.

I'll buy my clothes there.

All right, let's go.

Thank you.

You can take the cuffs off.

Salvatore Giuseppe Barbagallo, called Uccio. Right?

It is interesting

the description of the marriage in Roccamena

which is the circumstance in which has been seen for the last time

Antonino Vallecchia, said the Singer.

- So what? - No, I mean...

It's curious that you know all these stories

since the disappearance of Vallecchia

hasn't been reported either by his wife or daughter.

I must have heard it somewhere, maybe I made it up.

We've taken the genius lamp

who invents things and then they come true.

What exactly is the charge?

- I'm busy tonight. - No.

You're not going anywhere.

Abraded serial number.

There's enough to send you to court.

And free me.

Ballistics analysis will tell us something interesting.

We have a lot of murders still looking for a dad.

There's nothing to tell.

I shoot a lot of shit and one gives it to me.

- It's working, isn't it? - Fuck if it works!

It's working like hell.

So well, you're just sitting there handcuffed in the barracks.

Doctor?

- Can I have a cigarette? - It's the last one.

- What's going on? - Another shooting.

In Mondello this time. Two twenty-year-olds unknown to the police.

One of them's still alive. leading to Villa Sofia.

- I'm going. - I'm coming too.

And Barbagallo?

Give him a shower.

Maybe he'll lose the hot spirits.

Putting your feet in the water with coffee in hand...

- I always liked it. - A beautiful sea.

Can you get that, please?

Here's the sugar.

Hello?

Why? you don't answer your cell phone?

I'm sorry, I don't know where I put it on.

Listen to me.

This time it's not a game and there's no bet.

- You'll do as I say. - Yes.

A little punk has taken over a bullet in Mondello.

They took him to the Villa Sofia.

Visit him for me and relieve his pain.

Yes, I'll take care of it.

- Daddy, come on... - What are you doing here? Get out!

Honey, go that way.

What's going on?

Let's go.

You know what I mean? Dying at 20.

Another poor Christ that had nothing to do with it.

He was already in a bad way. when he got here.

Sorry.

Let's hope we have more luck with the other witnesses.

I see it as hard.

How does the tournament work?

Simple as that.

We choose the name for the team and we sign up.

The inscription is 5,000 lire. We can do it right away.

OK.

- I need some ID. - Ah! The documents...

I left them at home. Why is that a problem?

No, no problem. We can sign up tomorrow.

Yes.

What's that?

The transcripts of his confessions to Serena.

The ones we recorded and the ones you told us.

- So what? - Then nothing.

Waste paper.

No names, no objective matches.

- What's that supposed to mean? - In court, it's nothing.

You'll be fine with three, four years

for the abraded serial number on the gun.

It could have been worse.

But I'll deposit tomorrow these acts in court.

So, do you know what's going on?

All Cosa Nostra Know that you, for no reason,

told the secrets of the organization to a woman

that as it turns out, is not even his wife.

She's a young girl.

If I were you, I wouldn't be in a hurry to get out of jail.

Good luck, Uccio.

How does it work?

Let's put it on record that you cooperate with the justice system.

Then we take a car and we're going to Trapani,

away from Palermo and its dead.

A magistrate. And who the fuck is he?

I see him every day.

He's the same one who arrested me four years ago.

The same one who took Mico.

- His name is Barone, right? - Yes, he is.

- How is this Barone? - Excuse me.

- Want some coffee? - No, thank you.

Tony,

keep an eye on Vincenzina.

This is the voice mail of the Barone family.

Leave a message and we'll call you back.

If you can't hear us, insist.

Giada, come in. I know you're home.

I have to go to Trapani for work, a couple of days.

I can't get through. I'll call you when I get there.

Come on.

What about this one?

What's up? Do you like it?

Yes.