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(truck rumbling)

(engine revs)

(singing in foreign language)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Hi, kid, how ya been?

- Rambo!

It's Rambo, Papa!

- Here. (chuckles)

Hello, Maria.

- It's you!

How marvelous to see you.

- Thanks.

- Hey, welcome back, badass!

Good to know you're still alive.

Wait just a moment,
I'll be right with you.

- [Rambo] Uh-huh.

- What a surprise, here, come in.

- [Rambo] Thanks.

- Sit down.

- [Luigino] Mama, now that Rambo's here,

I don't have to go to school.

- Oh no, you're going to
school this very second

and you can see Rambo this evening, right?

- Yeah, right.

- We must be going, see
you in about an hour.

- Luigino.

What's round and red and rides a big mare?

- [Luigino] What?

- The Lone Orange.

(all laughing)

See you later.

- Well, how bout this, eh? (chuckling)

- Here.

- Where the hell you
been the last six months?

- I've been around.

- Someone said you'd been in Marseilles.

- Did they?

- You gonna stay here
for a bit, you think?

- I dunno.

You know the saying, I don't wanna gather

too much moss.

- Listen, Rambo, a man like
you could do big things

in Milan nowadays.

- Playing sheriff with you?

- Ah, you finally noticed
what I'm wearing, huh?

- [Rambo] Yeah, you're a night watchman.

- Come on, don't kid around, listen.

Listen Rambo, it's serious.

It's an organized private police force.

You know how fast crime's
escalating, robberies,

killings, kidnappings.

So now if anyone wants
protection, they can hire us.

It's good work, well-paid, and satisfying.

Isn't it a good idea?

You and I'd make a great twosome.

- I don't have flat enough
feet for a policeman.

- Look, the criminal
element has got the city

bottled up tight, they might
just as easily kill you.

- Yeah, and a bus might knock me down.

You know how it is, I
try not to bother anyone

in this life in the hopes
that nobody will bother me.

That's a philosophy I've
always tried to stick to.

It's worked pretty well up to now.

Come on, gonna walk me down?

- Must've cost a fortune,
beautiful, isn't it?

- [Kid] Hey, Michele, come on!

- Hey, only the best, Rambo, eh?

It's quite a piece of machinery.

Look, I'm sorry about
that suggestion of mine.

The idea of you working with me.

- What do you mean, you're sorry?

- I got a feeling I offended you.

- You would never offend me with anything

you suggested.

Listen, by the way,
where's the headquarters of

this police force of yours?

- In Via de Cesare, number eight.

- Uh-huh, tomorrow I'll
drop in just to take a look.

- Yeah, do that.

(motorcycle engine roars)

- Ciao, Flora.
- Ciao,

I've eaten so much rice, my stomach

feels like a paddy field.

- What do you think'll help it?

- I'll try the Fernet Branca

- Right.

Double?

- Why not?

So what's new in this
wonderful, marvelous world?

- Nothing exciting.

Yesterday, I saw Rambo.

- Rambo, my God, it came true, then.

- What did?

- I'll tell you.

Yesterday I was taking a snooze, you know,

I was half awake, and there was Rambo on a

big white horse riding across the horizon.

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(men grunting and yelling)

- Lelio, go and relieve Taliano.

Are you a Rambo, buddy of Scalia's, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Shake, Commandante Ferrari.

- Pleasure.

- I've been hearing a lot
about you from Scalia.

- Don't listen to him.

(man shouting)

- Hey!

Hey, get over here, come and
watch your buddy performing.

- I saw.

- Aw, come on, Rambo, I
wasn't doing anything.

Get over here and I'll really
show you a thing or two.

- I suppose you wanna
give me a lesson, right?

- Right, get your coat off.

(men grunting)

Clear the floor, guys.

Okay, you ready?

- No, I'm gonna fight my way, okay?

(men grunting)
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- Hie!

(men grunting)

- Huh.

(men grunting)

All right, let's go.

- Haa!

(men grunting)

- Haa!

- No more, man.

All right, so you're better in karate.

But I'll get you in the
next one, don't worry.

- You got some other one?

- Yeah, sure.

(gun firing)

(Rambo laughing)

(gun firing)

- Any more?

- Nope, nope, that'll be enough.

So you're better than
me on the range, too.

But if you were a criminal, I'd win.

- I think I'd bet on Scalia.

- A 90% probability that
you wouldn't get away.

- All right, prove it.

Okay, I'm ready.

- [Scalia] All right, go on, shoot.

No, no, no, at me.

- At you?

- [Scalia] Yeah, at me, shoot me.

- You must be crazy.

- Try and kill me, come on, shoot.

- For a minute I thought you were kidding.

- No, not at the head, not at the head!

(gun firing)

- Not at the head, eh?

Not at the head, go
on, take that Vest off.

- Not bad, eh?

Was my idea that we started wearing them.

Normally in the excitement
of a gun battle,

one shoots at the chest
area, the biggest target.

- But you didn't fall
for that little trick,

did you, which makes you very smart.

Listen, if you want, tomorrow
you can come back here

and sign on with us.

- No thanks, I was just
fooling around to keep

this dummy happy.

- He'll be here tomorrow
morning, leave me to it,

I'll fix it.

- Uh-uh, no you won't.

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

- Giuseppe!

- Hey, what are you-

(men grunting)

- Let go of me!

Help, let go!

Papa, help!

- Gianpiero!

(engine revving)
(tires squealing)

This is Marsili, yes, Doctor Marsili.

They've kidnapped my son.

Yes, San Siro, the villa on the end.

- Look, I know you don't consider
the green stuff important,

but for me it's an essential.

The only reason I got
involved in this work was

because I wanted my son
to have a decent life,

better than mine, anyway.

Let's face it, our
world's a tough place to

grow up in these days.

- Papa, if you get enough
money, will you buy

me a motorcycle like that one of Rambo's?

Well, I mean, maybe a small one.

- We'll see, we'll see.

- Gimme an orange, Luigino.

- And now off to bed, huh?

- Rambo, do you know how
to find a pretty broad?

- No, how do you find her?

- [Luigino] Delightful.

- Now off you go, go on.

- [Rambo] Good night.

- [Luigino] Night.

- Listen, this is serious,
Rambo, and there's

good money in it.

We could each make
3,000,000 lira if we protect

the factory and the trucks
and catch the bastards

who are sabotaging it, not bad, huh?

And if he doesn't get it cleaned up soon,

he'll lose everything.

- So what?

- Let's do it.

I mean, don't you wanna help a buddy?

Maria, you talk to him.

- Does this man have any
idea who's against him?

- Not really, no.

Other industrialists, I guess.

- When do the trucks go out again?

- Tomorrow.

SON OF MARSILI FOUNDER
KIDNAPPED

- [Scalia] I think I know
who pulled this kidnap.

- Yeah?

- There's only one or two groups in Milan

who'd be able to pull off a job like that,

And the most probable is Franco Conti's.

- Ah, Conti's just a purse-snatcher.

- While you were away,
Conti grew large gonads

and edged in on the monopoly of the old

Sicilian boss out here.

- Oh yeah, Paterno?

- Yeah, I know nearly all
of Conti's special heavies.

A bit of perseverance and
a big chunk of good luck,

I think I can find out where
they've got that kid hidden

and bring him out.

- You oughta be in a
straitjacket, you're mad.

- Why do you say a thing like that?

- You're mad, that's all.

- [Scalia] Why?

- Well, maybe the father prefers to pay

and hope they let the boy go.

And besides, you could be
killed, those kidnappers

don't play around, you know.

And if you did it, they'd still get you.

- Get outta here, as soon
as I found the hiding place

I'd simply call for the
police and let them handle it.

It'd get me a hell of a
lot of satisfaction, Rambo,

to pull in a bunch of the Conti boys.

- Ah, so you're not doing
this job just for the money.

Wanna be a hero, get a little glory.

- [Scalia] ls there
anything wrong with that?

- Well, I dunno, it's pretty risky work.

- Yeah, maybe you're
right, but I enjoy it.

Rambo?

- Eh?

- It's risky, yeah, but
it's good fun as well.

I'd much rather be taking
a few risks and be happy

in my work than sit in an
office and die of boredom.

- All right, come on.

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- You suppose they'll try anything?

- I dunno, you hope so though, don't you?

- Oh, shit.

(engine revving)

Hey, am I wrong, or he already passed us?

- [Rambo] I don't recognize the car.

- Construction work.

Hey, we're in a hurry.

(fire roars)

(tires squeal)

(gun firing)

(motorcycle engine revs)

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- Hey, we got someone on our tail.

- Ah, don't be so simple,
can't be one of them.

Put that gun away.

Fuckin' idiot, don't you
understand, put it down.

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Now he's passing, don't
pull anything stupid.

Satisfied?

He's just out for a joyride.

- Yeah, you were right,
the guy was really moving.

(tires squealing)

(man yells)

(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(fire crackles)

Hey, let's get outta here
before this thing blows!

- Hold it, hands on your heads.

There's four bullets still in this gun,

two apiece, equally divided.

(engine revving)

- The way some people drive
is just criminal, isn't it?

Look at that old gas-burner.

(Rambo blowing)

- Well, they're all yours, pal.

- Real nice of ya.

- Oh, yeah, I meant to tell
ya, I wanted to tell ya

that you're really terrific, sensational.

- You get your hand off
that leg of mine, you hear?

(motorcycle engine roars)

- All right, on your feet, let's go.

Go on.

(soft music)

- That's her.
- Get a shot of her,

she's getting out of the car.

(all chattering)

(indistinct)

- Yes, but-

(all chattering)
(camera shutters clicking)

- Please let me alone.

- [Man] One more shot, signora.

- No more questions.

- Who was it that told you about it.

(all chattering)
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- [Marco] Yeah, right, right.

Call me here in an hour.

Yeah, here at the house.
- Marco.

- Ciao.

- Tell me, have you heard anything yet?

- There was a phone call this morning.

It was a tape with his voice on it.

There was no doubt it was
his and he sounded all right.

- Please, Marco.

Don't bring the police in.

My God, how long must we wait?

- It won't be long.

The time it takes to get
the money they're asking

and make the transaction.

- Marco, if it costs us everything,

I want my son.

- You'll have him back,

I promise.

But you have to promise me something too.

Just stay calm and hold yourself together.

- Yes.

Marco, I'm terrified.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

- Nothing.

This may help make us better parents.

It's a reminder of our real values.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, this is he.

Hello?

Hello?

Dead, they hung up.

- All this thieving, murder,
kidnapping, rape, and mugging.

Things were better in the
war during the occupation.

- By the way, have you seen Scalia around?

- No, sorry, he hasn't been
in for a couple of weeks.

- If you do, tell him I'd like
to talk to him, all right?

- [Bartender] Right.

- Gotta go now, keep
this for me, would you?

- [Bartender] Sure.

- See you later.
- [Bartender] Ciao.

- [Flora] Rambo, Rambo!

- Well, hi.

- Hi.

Now make me feel good by telling
me you were looking for me.

- All right, I was looking for you.

- And that you never once
stopped thinking about little me

during the past eight months.

- I thought of you
every second, all right?

- Well, if you insist
on coming home with me,

what could I say, my dear?

- Here, come on.

(engine revving)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Scalia] Flora, it's
Scalia, is Rambo there?

- Yes, hang on.

Rambo, it's for you, it's Scalia.

- Put some clothes on.

Yeah?

- [Scalia] Hi, it's me.

- Where've you been, I was
lookin' all over for you.

- Listen, I've done it,
Rambo, I've found out where

they're holding the boy,
the one who was kidnapped

Monday, and it was
Conti's bunch who did it.

It wasn't easy, I had
to break a few heads,

but I did it.

Now listen, all the
planning was done by Duval.

- How's that?

- [Scalia] Philip Duval.

- No one I know.

- Look man, what about it,
will you give me a hand?

- No way, I don't wanna be a dead hero.

Pino, listen, give it to the police.

Let them handle it now.

- You must be crazy.

No, forget it, it's my
big chance, I'm not about

to throw it away.

Now listen, I'll see you in
an hour at Pepe's Garage,

all right, and don't fink out, huh?

Ciao.

- Hey, now, just a second.

Well, buddy, you've got
a long wait at Pepe's.

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(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(Scalia groans)

(Scalia grunting)

(dramatic music)

- Let's go.

(camera shutter clicking)

- This is car 13 calling headquarters,

car 13 calling headquarters,
do you read, over.

I'm on that side road that
runs parallel with the

Via Aventina, there's a body here.

Looks like an accident, we called the-

(crowd muttering)

- Pino!

Pino! (sobbing)

This wasn't an accident,
it wasn't an accident,

he was killed.

- I know it, and I know who did it.

- He was murdered, all
right, so he must've been

onto a hot one.

And he was the best I ever had.

Would you mind giving
these to his wife, Rambo?

I don't imagine we'll be seeing you again.

But did you give any thought to accepting

the job I originally offered you?

- I didn't.

- [Ferrari] Think about it, will you?

- First of all, I gotta find someone.

(gun firing)

- Flattening a bullet
has an explosive effect.

You realize that's against the law.

- So is kidnapping against
the law, and murder.

(gun firing)

(many race car engines roaring)

- Hey, Rambo, how's life treatin' ya?

- Pretty good.

You know a man around called Duval?

- Nah, but then I don't know everyone.

(engines revving)

(bells ringing)

- Well, I'll see you
tomorrow night, all right?

I gotta go.
- Yeah, see ya.

You think Duval will be in this evening?

- Who, Duval?

I dunno, I haven't seen him
around in the past week or so.

(bells ringing)

(crowd murmuring)

- [Announcer] Iron Handle
has just won the San Marco

stakes for three year olds at Aniano.

He was the pre-race
favorite at three to two.

- Which one's Duval?

(suspenseful music)

- With the cigarette.

(suspenseful music continues)

(Duval groans)

(men grunting)

- Tell me something,
how'd you kill Scalia?

With just one blow?

(Duval groaning)

Eh, or was it two or three?

- Wasn't me that killed Scalia.

- I don't wanna know that shit, man.

It's my script and I know all the lines.

Now, you want me to stop
killing off characters,

you're gonna give me
the dialogue as written.

(Duval groaning)

The Marsili kid, tell me
where he's been hidden.

- I don't know, I don't know anything.

- [Rambo] You didn't
learn your lines, huh?

- Let go!

- I'll think about it,
but not until you tell me

where the kid's being held.

- I'll tell you! (gasping)

He's in a warehouse.

- [Rambo] Where?

- Not far from here.

- Whereabouts?

- It's eight miles along
the road that leads to the

lake at Vinoya, it's the only one there.

You can't miss it.

(Duval gasps)

(gun firing)

- Bad luck, kiddo.

- That's right, of
course, tell him I will.

And make the arrangements
for the payment, all right?

And make them understand, I'll do anything

to get the boy back.

He's all right, darling, but
they want two billion lira.

They refuse to bargain.

- Poor little Gianpiero.

We'll need a week to
raise an amount like that,

and that means another week he suffers

at the hands of those bastards.

- Inspector.

- Yes, I heard everything, Doctor.

- Then you understand
how it has to be handled.

It's absolutely essential the police

stay out of it 100%.

My son could be killed if they interfere.

- I understand, but
when you do finally get

your boy back, you'll have
to cooperate, Dr Marsili.

- I'll be glad to do
anything, I assure you.

- Then I'll see the police
stay out of it until

the ransom's in their
hands and your boy is home.

Do keep me up to date, though, you may

just find you'll need us.

(dramatic music)

- Hello there, I want a
word with the old man.

- You say you want to talk to the old man?

- Ah, well, Paterno's all right.

- Oh, you wanna talk to Paterno.

You're absolutely sure.

- Yeah, well, isn't this where he lives?

- Yeah, only there are two
Paternos, he and his son.

- The old man, the father.

- You'll never guess who's here.

Rambo.

- [Paterno] Him, after such a long time.

(intercom buzzing)

- Well, do we put a
bullet through his head?

- [Paterno] No no, no, let him come in.

- Okay.

No, we're gonna talk to him!

- If you're carrying
a gun, I'd be happy to

look after it for you, right, Franco?

- Right.

- Hmmm?

- Hmmm.

- What cheek, to come back
to Milan and visit me.

- You haven't forgotten Hamburg yet?

- I shall never forget it.

- Well, it's obvious Hamburg
was bad luck for you.

- Why were you fighting me?

- Ever occur to you that
it was the situation

and not me personally?

- You have no idea how often
I asked myself that question

and never got an answer.

Had I been sure of the contrary

I would have killed you long ago.

Now, what about this
kidnapped child and the

two billion lira I am to make out of it?

- Like I said, you do the heavy work,

give me 10% for telling you
where the kid's stashed.

- I'm no kidnapper, and you
don't give a damn about money,

otherwise you'd have plenty by now.

I never have been able to figure out

what you've got in your head.

- Maybe if we ask him real nicely

he'll tell us.

- Huh?

Ah, thanks.

- Don't try it, I'm not kidding.

You realize how improbable
it is that you'll

get out of here alive?

- Hey, Paterno, better tell
the young man to stay cool.

Or you'll suddenly find
out he made a mistake.

- Cut it out, if he says
it's true, it must be true.

- Now gimme the gun.

- [Paterno] Give it back to him.

- Yeah.

All right, how bout I show you the place?

- How do you know I'll do it?

- Simple matter of reasoning,
you hate Conti, right?

You hate the man and what he's doing.

He's trouble, you wanna remain in control.

And another thing, Conti
needs money very badly.

If you take the boy
away, he'll be screwed.

It's a pretty good
chance for you to get him

out of your hair forever.

- My son will go with you.

I am old, I don't go out now.

- What caused that thing there?

- An accident in Switzerland last year.

- All right, then.

- Rambo.

You should not have come back here.

It won't be luck for either of us.

- You say that for me?

- For you, for me, I
don't know, I just feel

you should not have come back.

- Ah, well, I'm sorry.

So long, Paterno, come on, kid.

(tense music)

- [Rambo] Recognize any of 'em?

- Yep.

They're Conti's boys,
all right, dressed up

as factory workers.

- Well, it's up to you, you plan it.

- And you mean 10%'s enough for you?

- Sure.

- That's a good proposition,
Very fair, right Franco?

- Right.

- Papa wasn't too happy
in the least about it.

- He has his ideas, I
have mine, right, Franco?

- [Franco] Right.

- So Papa's getting old, huh?

When you gonna hit the place, tomorrow?

- Tomorrow, yeah, so get lost, got it?

(tense music)

(engine revving)

(tense music continues)

(suspenseful music)

- Think I'll go home and cry.

(pop music)

(balls clattering)

- Your telephone ain't
workin' today, right?

- No, it ain't workin.

- We heard you got a
lotta cash on you today.

Why don't you let us win a little of it?

- Who gave you the idea,
the younger Paterno?

- He said to drink a couple
of shots to your health.

- Ah, I appreciate that, please go ahead.

- Listen, just hand us over the cash.

- The what?

- You heard, wise guy, the
cash he gave you just now.

- Ah, well.

- Yeah, that's better.

- And this.

(men grunting)

(bell rings)

- Leave him alone.

This one's all mine.

- Yeah, stay out of the way, I'm all his.

(men grunting)

(men grunting)

(toilet flushing)

Yeah, you look real
hygienic sitting there.

You're next.

Come on.

(men grunting)

(cue bonks)

(man groans)

Friend, you won a consolation prize, here.

For your hospital bill.

- Here's your bottle, Rambo.

- Thanks.

Here, pass it around.

- Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

- We're looking for your friend, Rambo.

- He ain't here.

- He ain't, huh?
- No.

- He's right.

- I get the feeling that you're not

going to find Rambo tonight.

- Why?
- Because whenever he's

as flush as he is today,

he's more than likely to
disappear in his spending.

- And you've no idea where
he might have disappeared to?

- (chuckling) where would you disappear to

to have fun with a bundle of cash?

- Hell, there's 1 000 places.

- Bing-boing.

You hit the jackpot.

He's in 1 000 places.

- Hi there.

I wanna talk to the boss.

- Oh yeah, what do you
wanna talk about, haircuts?

- A business deal.

- What kinda deal?

- None of your business.

(tense music)

You see, this thing that I
wanna talk to your boss about,

I can save him at least
a million lira a month.

- You can tell me what the
deal is, the boss ain't

here right now.

- Oh, he's not here.

Real pity, isn't it?

Hey, I guess I shoulda realized
the boss wasn't around,

it's pretty obvious nobody's working.

Tell me, the boss must
pay you pretty poorly.

- Why do you say that?

- I dunno, you all look so disagreeable.

Ah well, doesn't matter.

Getting late, think I better go, so long.

- You might as well wait,
the boss won't be long now.

- Ah.

All right then, I'll wait 10 minutes.

- Hey, I get the impression
we met each other a while ago.

- Yeah, last time I was
on Vacation, it was.

I met you in a blue grotto.

- [Man] Hell, I ain't no prevert.

- Ah, well, we all have our little faults.

- I don't really know,
but I'm not convinced.

He's got a funny attitude.

- [Franco] I see, did
he give you his name?

- No, boss, I think it's
better you come and check

the whole thing out.

- [Franco] I'll be down in a minute.

- All right.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

- [Rambo] Are you the boss?

- Yes, and I'm a Very busy
man, I'm afraid I can only

give you five minutes.

- Well, that'll be enough.
- How about in my office?

Please, go ahead.

In there.

- All right.

- Tell all the men to stay on the alert,

there's something wrong.

I think he's probably just a ding-a-ling,

but you can't tell.

(tense music)

- To begin with, the world
is a very violent place.

- [Franco] Everybody knows that, so what?

- What do you mean, so what?

Ha, so what, somehow you have
to protect yourself, right?

Just like all the industrialists.

That's why I'm here, to
offer you our protection.

- Protection racket, huh?

- No, you've got
completely the wrong idea.

I said protection, not protection racket,

it's not that, believe me.

You've gotta understand
that I'm representing

an organization that's completely legal,

the lowest prices anywhere.

I mean, we could save you let's
say maybe a million a month.

- Thanks, I'm not
interested, I've got nothing

to protect here.

- Well, I beg to differ, and
I advise you to think it over.

Many factories are very easy to sabotage.

You know, workers can
be bought for nothing.

And there's kidnapping.

You, one of your children.

Do you realize the industry it's becoming?

There's a hell of a lot of money in it.

- Well, any kidnappers would
be wise to leave us alone.

- It's up to you, but don't
forget, we'd insure you

against all kinds of trouble.

- Hey, boss, there's some
kind of official Van outside.

- Except for them.

(tense music)

That's it, Mr Bastard Conti, run.

(suspenseful music)

- Francois, get out there
and ask what they want,

and act normally.

(suspenseful music)

- They're Paterno's boys!

(gun firing)
(man cries out)

(guns firing)
(man grunting)

(guns firing)

- Here.

(guns firing)

- There were only supposed
to be four of them.

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(glass shattering)

(guns firing)

(gun firing)
(man grunts)

- Now there's nothing to be
frightened of, Gianpiero,

you don't know me, but my
name's Rambo and I've come

to get you out of here.

I'll take you home, all right?

You'll soon be home
with your mom and papa.

Let's just get these ropes off you.

(men grunting)

Okay, come on, let's go.

(guns firing)

- They're holding it,
we're not gaining ground,

let's get out of here.

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(glass shattering)

- Stay right where you are.

Now get away from the kid.

You've got five seconds, then I kill him.

Walk over to me, Gianpiero.

Walk over here, come on.

All right, first the kid.

- You better do what he
says, I'll come back later.

Don't worry, huh?

- Rambo, I don't wanna go.

- You have to, Gianpiero, go on, go on.

- Get over here, kid.

(guns firing)

(funk music)

(gun firing)
(man grunting)

- Get in, let's get outta here.

(funk music continues)

(motorcycle engine revs)

- That bastard security cop must've been

working with somebody.

- What do we do with the bodies?

- [Conti] We lose any men?

- Four, they lost three.

Well, what now, Boss?

- Right, what now?

First problem, we've gotta get the boy

away from here.

Then we'll worry about giving the Paternos

a little visit in return.

They won't forget it for many years.

(birds chirping)

(door knocking)

- Morning, sir.

- [Marco] Good morning, Inspector.

- Any news?

- No, nothing.

Gloria and I haven't left
our telephones for a second.

The deal's been set, it seemed all right.

They got the cash at the bank.

Do you think anything
could have gone wrong?

- [Inspector] No, don't worry.

Your son's much too precious to them.

- They might just kill him
anyway when they get the money.

Did you come here for a reason?

- Yeah, I want you to look at a photo.

Do you know this man?

- I told you, I couldn't
do any identifying.

A quick glimpse of a
man getting into a BMW.

Who is he?

- A known racketeer, Philip Duval.

We found his body late yesterday

in an apartment near the river.

It might be a lead to follow.

He's the kind that would
go in for kidnapping.

- You promised to stay out of it.

No investigations that would hurt my son,

and I think the Commissioner would agree.

- Thank you, Rambo, without your help,

we'd be starving, you realize that?

But this is too much.

- Don't worry about it, Maria.

Just think of it as if Pino had given

it to me to look after.

- Why was he killed, Rambo?

- Because, because he was trying to catch

a bunch of criminals on his own.

- Was he a brave man?

- Sure, and he was on the ball as well.

- That's something I
never want you to forget,

so don't, hm?

Huh?

- [Luigino] I won't.

- Listen, Maria, if you
need me, leave a message

at the bar, I go by every day, all right?

Ah, I almost forgot.

I promised your father that I'd buy you

a motorcycle, one like mine.

Well, maybe a little slower, huh?

But you gotta be a good boy, understand?

Ciao.

Ciao, Maria.

- [Maria] Ciao.

(crowd chattering)

- Six, nine.

(dealer speaking foreign language)

(roulette ball clattering)

(all chattering)

- [Woman] No, no, no,
no, explain it to me,

please, I don't understand.

(doorbell rings)

(man grunts)

- All right, everybody.

Anyone that tries anything
collects a bullet.

- [Man] Get out of here,
go on, get out of here.

(all yelling)
(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(all shouting)

(all screaming)

- Get over there.

Get down.

(gun firing)

On your knees, you.

- Go on.
- Your knees!

- [Man] Go on, go on,
go on, get over there!

- On that side.

And you, you run along and report to that

son of a bitch, your boss.

Go on, get moving.

If any of you decide you
want to come here again,

you'll find the stakes
a hell of a lot harder

than you found em tonight!

(gun firing)

(women screaming)

- You must have guts and go ahead with it.

All things considered, we've been through

more trouble than Conti.

Now the son of a bitch thinks
he's stronger than we are.

An impression that must
be quickly corrected

before his ambition drives him mad.

Very difficult to talk to crazy people.

He must get it in his
head that we are running

gambling houses for profits, not losses.

And this time, I will take
care of the details myself.

- My plan to get Conti was perfect.

If it failed, it was
because Rambo went and

blew the whistle.

- No, no, otherwise,
Conti would've been there

waiting, ready to shoot.

- What now?

- Well, we'll have to kill
Rambo before he spoils things.

But first, Conti.

Always handle your enemies one by one.

(tense music)

- [Man] Get out, out.

- What do you want?

What are you gonna do to me?

- Nothing, right, Franco?

- Right.
- Come on.

- That's it.

Over here.

(seat ripping)

- Here it is!

(dramatic music)

- No!
- Stay put!

- No, please.

No. (grunting)

(dramatic music)

WAR BETWEEN THE KILLED

A drug dealer returned to
Milan with a carload of heroin

- You really stirred up the shit.

You satisfied now?

- No, not yet, I'll have to bug you

for another few days.

- You, bug me?

You're kidding.

You're making me into a real
life heroine, I love it.

And besides, you'll
always be in debt to me

for being the only one to help you when

you were in danger.

- Whattya want, tearful thanks?

- No, you might send
me a postcard when you

run off over the horizon.

- Why do you think I'll run off again?

- Because I know you, Rambo.

- Well, where do you think I'll go?

- My God, I don't know, anywhere.

All you care about is to keep moving.

It's just the way you are, darling.

- [Rambo] Yup, I guess so.

- This struggle is going
to be hell for both of us,

Conti, be sensible, we've
got to live in peace.

You can talk to my son
just as though you were

talking to me.

Yes, yes, I know, I know, we started it,

but you'd better agree to a truce.

A man named Rambo, you say?

Yes, I know, that's the
first thing we must settle.

We'll do it together, like pals.

Make the arrangements with my son.

Goodbye.

Are you happy?

- Yeah, well, it was high time.

- What do you mean, high time?

I make all the decisions
here, when and as I wish.

I don't need your help.

I'll do it myself.

- Is that right?

If I were in your position,
I wouldn't say that.

(door crashing)

- Who are you, what do you want?

Well, answer me!

- [Man] Come here, beautiful.

- What do you want?

Let me go!

Get out of here!

- He's not here.

- I think she'll tell us
exactly where to find him.

- No, look, I don't know. (gasps)

- What's this coy act?

You'll strip off in front
of a big audience for

10,000 lira and you act shy with us?

I think you're putting me on, Flora.

Right, Franco?

- Right.

(Flora gasps)

- Where's Rambo?

- I don't know.

- I said, where is he?

- I tell you, I don't know!

- You're lying, you know where he is!

Damn it, you're gonna talk, lady,

if I have to tear you to pieces.

- I don't know!

- You're lying.

- I'm not lying!

- We'll see about that.

- Come on, sweetheart, make it easy

on yourself and tell us.

Come on!

(Flora sobs)

- [Franco] No more
lying, now, where is he?

- I don't know.

- You're still lying, now
where's Rambo gone, huh?

Come on, we don't wanna hurt you.

Where is that bastard?

- Ah, it's my turn again.

Listen, sweetheart, we're
only just beginning.

Now then-

- Leave me alone. (gasps)

(foot thudding)
(dramatic music)

- Hey Boss, you killed her.

- (sniffing) serves her right.

- [Rambo] Hi, Pops.

- Hi.

- [Rambo] Seen Flora?

- No, your buddy's wife
called, though, Maria.

Wants to see you.

- When did she call?

- About half an hour ago.

- Huh.

- [Maria] Hello, hello?

- Maria, this is Rambo,
I got your message.

- [Maria] I need your help, Rambo.

Something's happened to Luigino.

- What do you mean, Maria?

- He's disappeared.

He went to school as usual today and

he didn't come back, I
don't know what to do.

I looked in all the places he plays in

and none of his friends know anything.

- [Rambo] Well, I'm sure
nothing serious has happened,

he's a smart kid.

- Oh, Rambo, I hope you're right.

- Sure I am, I'm dead right, anyway I'll

see you in a while.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(clock ticking)

- [Conti] Hold it right there.

(clock ticking loudly)

(gun firing)

(Maria screaming)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

Don't forget, huh?

You've been out, and there he was,

dead, when you returned.

- Hey, come on, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- Boo.

(Maria gasps)

Hmmm?

- Huh?

- The idea was Pino's.

I could do with a drink.

Take care, it's still hot.

Here, keep it as a good luck charm.

- I'm sorry, Rambo, I'm
afraid I was over a barrel.

It was a matter of either you or Luigino,

he would've been killed.

- I realize that.

- Yes, but it was wrong,
wrong to set you up.

You could've been killed.

- If I'd been in your
place, Maria, I would've

done exactly the same thing to save

my son's life, all right?

The thing that's really wrong
is what happened to Pino.

Thanks.

(organ music)

(door clicking)

- We got him, Rambo's
as dead as a doornail.

- Good, good.

I was afraid he might get you.

- Worried about me?

Not about yourself, though.

- I don't give a damn about me.

- Hmmm.

- Who was this Rambo?

They talk about him as
if he were a legend,

as if he was a local folk
hero, but when it comes

right down to it, a bullet killed him

as quick as anybody else.

- [Man] Yeah, right, his luck ran out.

- I'll create a real legend
with big money kidnappings.

I’ve got an idea.

We'll have the Marsili boy do another tape

and send it to his father,
and we'll up the ransom

to two and a half billion.

That won't break

the rich slob.
- I'm all right,

I'm not hurt or anything.

But sometimes I get very frightened.

I've been here so long, Papa.

Please make them send
me home, please don't

leave me here too long, please-

- [Signora Marsili] Oh, God,
what are we gonna do, Marco?

I'm going out of my mind,
I can't take any more.

- Easy now, calm down, it
won't help to have hysterics.

(phone rings)

Marsili.

Yeah, how mu-

But how do I know you won't do this again?

Just a moment, I-

Yes, very well, yeah sure.

They've raised the
ransom by half a billion.

- How could they?

You've made the deal already,
they've given their word,

how could they put the
price up just like that?

- Because they know
that we have no choice.

- What else did they say?

- That we'll be given
the system of payment

within the next day or so, and
I should get the money ready.

(soft music)

- Hey, how are you, Dad?

- Rambo.

- Yep?

- They murdered Flora yesterday afternoon.

- Tell me how it happened.

- They broke into her place and then they

just beat her to death.

Those guys ain't playin' around, Rambo.

If you got any sense you'll
get the hell outta Milan, now.

You're a damn fool.

And so am I, you know you can count on me.

- I'll be a couple hours
at the most, all right?

Wait for me here.

- Right, Boss.

(suspenseful music)

- [Conti] Business is business, get that

through your pretty head.

- [Woman] I know, but I'm
sick and tired of sitting

around in this apartment like a prisoner.

- [Conti] Well, it won't
be for much longer,

so just take it easy, huh?

- How much longer?
- Maybe only tonight.

If everything goes the
way it should, I'll have

this deal closed by the morning.

And in that case, Princess, tomorrow we'll

be on our way to the Cote d'Azur
and a fun couple of months.

- Oh, darling.

- [Conti] All right?

- [Rambo] Conti, Conti.

- [Conti] Who is it?

- [Rambo] It's your guilty conscience.

- But you were, there
was no way you could...

- I want the boy released
now, call up your men.

- The money hasn't been paid.

- You'll have to pretend
you've collected it.

You're the boss, you can work it.

- You won't get away with it.

- Listen, Conti.

Life is just one hole.

You start from a hole, you feed yourself

through a hole, you shit from a hole,

you finish up in a hole.

And the one in this barrel can

put you into that last hole.

- I don't believe you'd pull that trigger.

- The chamber's loaded with dum-dums.

If I put one in your
brain, they'll have to

re-paper the walls.

(gun clicking)

Call them.

- Where do you want the boy?

- 18 kilometers before Cernusco.

- I suppose you'll give him back

for peanuts like the
starving beggar you are.

- Could be you're right,
and I'm a starving beggar.

By God, when I eat though,
I make a pig of myself.

- It's Conti, we collected the cash.

Let the kid go, 18
kilometers outside Cernusco.

30 minutes from now, get it?

Yeah, I know, I know,
but the plan's changed,

just follow my orders.

(handcuffs clicking)

- Hey lady, would you come here?

- I had nothing to do with it!

- I'm sure you didn't, come here anyway.

Take him to the toilet.

Yes, the toilet.

Go on.

Stand next to it.

You too.

Put the cuff through the pipe.

Now your arm, lady, go on.

(woman gasping)

(urine splashes)

I pronounce you man and wife.

(key clinking)

- Do something, you idiot!

- Get lost, you cheap harlot!

(woman gasps)

- Hmm.

(tense music)

- But wasn't, hey, look at that.

Well, if that's Rambo, then
there's something wrong.

- Just somebody who looks like him.

(engine revving)

- That's no lookalike, that's him!

- [Conti] This way, you
idiots, in the bathroom!

- [Man] Hey Boss, you okay?

- The key, it's in the toilet.

Hey, Mario, go see if the
phone is still working.

You got it?

- [Man] Not yet.

- The telephone's still working.

- There you go, Boss.

- They'll have let the boy go by now.

The only thing we can do is go to

the 18th kilometer.

First I gotta call Paterno.

I can't figure out how
we didn't kill Rambo.

- [Man] What's wrong?

- I dunno, but I get
the idea he knows every

single move we're gonna make.

It's like he set it all up in advance.

(engine revving)

- Be very careful, this is extremely risky

and must not come to a bad end.

- We're in it up to our
necks, we can't back out now,

whatever the risk, you understand?

If we don't finish it soon, Rambo's gonna

wind up screwing us, and
if he gets away with it,

we could find ourselves in prison.

And that's not for me.

Hamburg is where you blew it.

You had the chance to rub out that

son of a bitch and you didn't.

(dramatic music)

(funk music)

- We're in a hurry, step on it, will ya?

(funk music continues)

(engine revving)

- Gianpiero, Gianpiero.

(engine revving)

(muffled mumbling)

There you are.

Hey, take it easy.

Gonna tweak your mustache now, there.

- You said you'd come
back and you finally did!

- Gianpiero, listen, I
can't take you home yet.

The game we're playing
isn't over, see, because,

because the enemy's still after us.

We have to ambush them like
they do in films, understand?

But don't worry, you'll be
home tomorrow, let's go.

You sit up front, okay, there, hoop la.

Now then, hold on tight and
don't be scared, all right?

- I'm not scared now that you're here.

- Good.

Here we go.

(engine revving)

(funk music)

- [Conti] There's too much
traffic to do anything.

Just keep this distance.

(funk music continues)

- Go on, frag him.

- No, wait a minute.

You might hit the boy by mistake

and then we'd forfeit everything,

his father wouldn't pay out the ransom.

(funk music continues)

- I see a couple of cars
tailing us, not one.

- Watch the road, we'll be all right.

(funk music continues)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- Just a minute.

- What are we gonna do now?

- This is where we're
gonna make our last stand.

- Why did you come to this place?

- 'Cause we'll be able to
put up a good fight here.

- This is exciting, I hope
I can help you out, Rambo.

- I don't see why not, but don't forget,

it's also dangerous,

there's lots of them and only two of us.

- You been to this place before?

- Sure, I've been here
many times, Gianpiero.

It's one of my country mansions.

(engine revving)

All right, let's prepare for action, huh?

Now, ah, here we are,

now we'll even up the odds a little.

Have a look at this.

This'll put a dent in
their egos, I'll bet, huh?

Here, come over here.

Listen, Gianpiero, I
should let you rest now,

I know you must be worn
out, 'cause this won't

be easy to do, only I want your help

and you'll be home in the morning.

- Really, I'm not tired, I can do it.

- [Rambo] Good boy, all right now, listen.

(tense music)

Now.

- One, two, three, four, five, six.

(tense music continues)

- 53, 54, 55, 56,

57, 58, 59, 60,

61, 62, 63, 64,

66, 67.

- 68, 69, 70.

(tense music continues)

(Gianpiero grunting)

- Come on, Gianpiero, now.

(tense music continues)

(flare gun firing)

(gun firing)
(man yells)

(guns firing)

(man screaming)

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(clock chimes)

(door banging)

- [Paterno] All right, come
on, you little bastard.

- No, let go, no!

Let go of me, Rambo, help!

No, let go of me!

Rambo, help, Rambo!

Help!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Go, go!

(engine revving)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun clicks)

(gun firing)

(man grunting)

(engine revving)

- We gotta hide the boy
again, someplace safe.

Step on it.

The villa.

The villa!

Go on, speed up, can't ya?

(engine revving)

(muffled shouting)

Cool it, hear?

(engine revving)

(railroad warning clanging)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)
(funk music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(funk music continues)

(funk music continues)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(muffled shouting)

- So what's losing a couple of men for

two and a half billion?

Right, Franco?

- [Franco] Right.

- Shut up, you, be good, okay?

(funk music continues)

(engine revving)

(gun firing)

- Franco, Franco, Franco!

(gun firing)

- Rambo!

- Hey!

He won't bother us anymore.

Right, Franco?

- You killed my son.

- Yes, I did.

- I feared it ever since you came back.

- He didn't give me
much choice, I'm afraid.

- When did you realize?

- The first moment I saw you last week.

- Before you, only my son knew.

Soon, they will all learn I'm blind

and I'll be just a
sitting duck waiting here

for somebody to kill me.

- That won't happen.

Tomorrow, you must go
to Marseilles, to Rico.

He'll take care of you.

- Why are you interested in rescuing me?

- Well, because in all respects,

you're a man.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

Stay down.

Gianpiero, don't forget what you promised,

not a word, huh?

- Rambo, let me tell my
mother about it, at least,

I mean about you.

- (clicking tongue) Not even your Mama.

I want this to be our secret.

You won't have any trouble
keeping a secret, will you?

- You know, I'd like to
grow up like you, Rambo.

- Be yourself, that's all you
gotta do, and you'll be fine.

And never expect anyone
else to be anything

other than themselves,
can you remember that?

- Yes sir, I will, Rambo.

- Good.

Here we go, huh.

- [Gianpiero] Mama!

- Gianpiero!

- [Gianpiero] Mama!

Oh, Mama.

- [Signora Marsili] Oh,
darling, we've been so worried

about you, and now you're safe.

- [Rambo] Luigino!

(Rambo chuckling)

It's yours.

- Mine?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's fantastic, Rambo!

(horn honks)

(motorcycle engine revs)

- Here, take it.

- You leaving now?

- I'll be back, don't worry, one day.

You're a man now, don't forget that.

Help your mother, all right?

Hmm?

(engine revving)

- [Luigino] Ciao, Rambo!

(funk music)

(engine revving)

(funk music continues)

(funk music continues)

(funk music continues)