All language subtitles for Synd.sad 1975

(funky disco music)

(engine roars)

(distant opera music)

(door buzzes)

- 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. - Uh huh.

- What a surprise, come in.

- Thanks.

- Sit down.

- 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 a bout an hour.

- Luigino, what's round and red
and rides a big mare.

- What?

- A lone orange.

(laughs) See you later.

- Well how bout this huh.

- Here.

- Where the hell have you been
the last six months?

- I've been around.

- Someone said you'd been
in Marseilles.

- Did they?

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

- I don't know.

You know the saying, I don't want to
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?

- 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.

Huh, isn't it a good idea.

You and I'd make a great twosome.

- I don't have flat enough
feet for policemen.

- 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 no one
will bother me.

That's the philosophy I've
always tried to stick to,

it's worked pretty well up to now.

Come on, gonna walk me down?

- Hmm.

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

- [Kid] Hey Miguel come on!

- Hey only the best Rambo, huh?

That'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 suggest.

Listen by the way, where is
the headquarters

of this police force of yours?

- In Via De Chesseliberate.

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

- Yeah do that.

- [Bartender] Ciao Flora.

- Ciao, I've eaten so much rice,

my stomach feels like a patty field.

- What do you think might help it?

- I'll try a Fernet-Branca.

- Alright, 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?

- Well 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.

(jazzy music)

(grunts)

- Lilli, go and relieve Beliano.

Are you Rambo, buddy of
Scalia's right?

Shake, Giampiero Marsili.

- Pleasure.

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

- Don't listen to him.

- Hey.

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

- I saw.

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

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

- I suppose you want to give
me a lesson right?

- Right, get you coat off.

Clear the floor guys, okay, ready?

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

(funky music) (thuds)

(thuds) (grunts)

(grunts)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(grunt)

Alright let's go!

(grunts)

- No more Rammy.

Okay, 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 fires)

(chuckles)

(gun fires)

- Any more?

- 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.

- Alright, prove it.

Okay, I'm ready.

- Alright, go on shoot.

No, no no, at me.

- At you?

- [Pino] 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 fires)

- Huh?

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

- Not bad eh, it was my idea that
we start wearing them.

Marvel 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.

- No you won't.

(tense music)

- Giuseppe!

(thuds)

(grunts)

- [Jon-Pierro] Let go of me!

No, help, let go, Papa, help!

- Jon-Pierro!

This is Marsili, yes, Dr. Marsili,

they've kidnapped my son!

Yes, Sansiro, the villa at 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, the 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.

- Give me an orange Luigino.

- And now off to bed huh?

- Rambo.

- [Rambo] Yeah?

- You know how to find
a pretty broad?

- No how do you find her?

- [Luigino] Delightful.

(chuckles)

- Now off you go, go on.

- [Rambo] Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Listen this is serious Rambo,

and there's good money in it.

We could each make
three million 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 want
to help a buddy?

Maria, you talk to him.

- Does uh,

does this man have any idea
who's against him?

- Not really no, another
industrialist I guess.

- When do the trucks go out again?

- Tomorrow.

I think I know who
pulled this kidnap.

- Yeah?

- There's only one or two
groups in Milan

who could pull off a job like that.

And the most probable
is Franco Conti.

- Ah, he's just a purse snatcher.

- While you were away Conti
grew large gonads

and edged in on the old
Sicilian boss had here.

- Oh yeah, Paterno?

- Yeah.

I know nearly all of Conti's
special heavy's.

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

I think I can find out where they
got that kid hidden,

and bring him out.

- You ought to be in a straight
jacket, you're mad.

- Why do you say a thing like that?

- Well, uh, you're mad that's all.

- [Pino] 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 out of here, as soon as I
found the hiding place

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

It would give me a hell of a lot
of satisfaction Rambo.

Pulling a bunch of Conti boys.

- So you're not doing this job
just for the money huh?

Trying to be a hero, enjoy
a little glory.

- Is there anything wrong with that?

- Well, I don't know.

It's pretty risky work.

- Maybe you're right,
but I enjoy it.

Rambo, 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.

- Alright come on.

(funky music)

- You suppose they'll try anything?

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

- Oh shit.

Hey, am I wrong or did he
already pass us?

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

- Construction work.

Hey, we're in a hurry.

(explodes)

(gun fires)

(funky music)

- Hey, there's someone on our tail.

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

Put that gun away.

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

He's passing, don't pull
anything stupid.

Had you fired, we'd be
stopped for sure.

- Yeah you were right, but the
fuzz was really moving.

(screams)

(gun fires)

(crashes)

- Hey, let's get out of here
before this thing blows.

- Hold it, hands on your heads.

There's four bullets
left in this gun.

Two apiece, equally divided.

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

Look at that old gas burner.

- Well, they're all yours pal.

- How nice of you.

Oh yeah, I meant to tell you,

I wanted to tell you that you
were really terrific,

sensational.

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

(motorcycle engine roars)

Alright, on your feet, let's go,
come on.

- 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.

- Alright.

- Alright, gotta go now, keep
this around will you?

- Sure.

- See you later.

- Ciao.

- [Flora] Rambo, Rambo!

- Well hi.

- Hi, now make me feel
good by telling me

you were looking for me.

- Alright I was looking for you.

- And that you never once
stopped thinking

about lil' me during the
past eight months.

- I thought of you every
second alright?

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

what can I say my dear.

- Here, come on.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

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

- Yes, hang on, Rambo it's
for you it's Scalia.

- Put some clothes on.

Yeah?

- [Pino] Hi, it's Pino.

- Where have you been, I was
looking 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.

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.

- Who's that?

- [Pino] Philip Duval.

- Oh I know.

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

- No way, I don't want
to be dead hero.

Pino listen, give it to the police

and 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.

Now don't flake out, huh, ciao.

- Hey now just a second.

Now buddy, you've got a
long way to Pepe's.

(hostile music)

(crashes)

(grunts)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(tense music)

- Let's go, come on.

- [Policeman] 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 Aventinez,
there's a body here.

Looks like an accident,
we called the CA.

- Pino!

Pino!

(sobs)

This wasn't an accident,

it wasn't an accident he was killed.

- I know, and I know who did it.

- He was murdered alright,

so he must've been on to 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.

Did you give any thought to
accepting the job

I originally offered you.

- No I didn't.

- [Giampiero] Well think
about it will you?

- First of all I've got
to find someone.

(gun fires)

- Flat nail bullet has an
explosive effect.

You realize that's against the law?

- So is kidnapping against the law,
and murder.

(gun fires)

(loud engine roars)

- Hey Rambo, how's life
treating you?

- Pretty good.

You know a man around called Duval?

- No, but then I don't
know everyone.

(pinball machine dings)

- Well I'll see you tomorrow night,
I gotta go.

- Yeah see ya.

You think Duval will be
in this evening?

- Who Duval, I don't know I
haven't seen him around

in the past week or so.

- [Announcer] Iron
Handle has just won

the San Marcos Stakes for three
year olds at Anyono.

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

- Which one's Duval?

(tense music)

- With the cigarette.

(thuds) (grunts)

(thuds)

(thuds)

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

With just one blow?

Huh, or was it two or three?

- It wasn't me that killed Scalia.

- I don't want to know that shit,
man.

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

Now you want me to start
killing off characters,

or are you gonna give me the
dialogue as written?

(thuds)

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

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

- Didn't know your lines huh?

- Let go. (gasps)

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

where the kid's being held.

- I'll tell you. (gasps)

He's in a white house.

- Where?

- Not far from here.

- Where abouts?

- 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. (gasps)

(gun fires) (crashes)

- Bad luck kiddo.

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

And make the arrangements for
the payment alright.

And make them understand,

I'll do anything to get
the boy back.

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

They refuse to bargain.

- Poor little Jon-Pierro.

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

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.

You'll keep me up to date though.

You may just find you'll need us.

(tense 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 alright.

- Oh, you wanna talk to Paterno.

- Uh huh.

- You're absolutely sure.

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

- Yeah, only there are two
Paterno's, he and his son.

- The old man, the father.

- You'll never guess who's here.

Rambo.

- Him?

After such a long time.

(phone buzzes)

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

- 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.

- Hm?

- Hmm.

- 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?

- Did it ever occur to you that
it was a situation,

and not me personally?

- You have no idea how often I ask
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 that 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,

or else you'd have plenty by now.

I never have been able
to figure out,

what you got in your head.

- Maybe if we ask him real
nicely he'll tell us.

- Huh, oh thanks.

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

Realize how improbable it is that
you get out of here alive?

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

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

- Cut it out.

If he says it's true,
it must be true.

- Now give me my gun.

- [Paterno] Give it back to him.

- Yeah.

Alright, how about I show
you the place?

- How do you know I'll do it?

- A simple matter of reasoning.

You hate Conti right?

You hate the man and
what he's doing.

He's trouble and you want to
stay 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.

- Alright then.

- [Paterno] Rambo.

- Hm?

- 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, sorry.

So long Paterno, come on kid.

(mysterious music)

Recognize any of them?

- Yeah.

There Conti's boys alright, dressed
up as factory workers.

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

- And you mean 10% 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)

(cafe music)

- You're telephone ain't
working today, right?

- No, it ain't working.

- We heard you got a lot of
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 wiseguy, the cash he
gave you just now.

- Ah, well.

- Yeah that's better.

- And this. (thuds)

(thuds)

(crashes)

- Leave him alone, this one's
all mine (snaps).

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

(whooshes)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(thuds)

(whooshes)

(thuds) (crashes)

(thuds) (grunts)

(thuds) (crashes)

(toiled flushes)

- Yeah you look real
hygienic sitting there.

You're next, come on.

(thuds)

(doinks) (grunts)

Friend, you won the
consolation prize.

For you're hospital bill.

- Here's your bottle Rambo.

- Thanks.

Here, pass it around.

- Thanks.

Hi there.

I want to talk to the boss.

- Oh yeah, and what do you want to
talk about hair cuts?

- A business deal.

- What kind of deal?

- None of your business.

(tense music)

You see, still I want to 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 ain't here right now?

That's a real pity isn't it.

Yeah, I guess I should've realized
the boss isn't around,

it's pretty obvious,
nobody's working.

Tell me uh, the boss must pay
you pretty poorly.

- Why do you say that?

- Well I don't know, you all
look so disagreeable.

Oh well it doesn't matter.

Oh, getting late, think I better go,
so long.

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

- Alright then, I'll
wait 10 minutes.

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

- Yeah, last August on
vacation it was.

I met you in the Blue Grotto.

- Hell I ain't no pervert.

- We all have our little faults.

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

He's got a funny attitude.

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

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

and check the whole thing out.

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

- Alright.

(funky music)

- Are you the boss?

- Yes, and I'm a very busy man.

I'm afraid I can only give
you five minutes.

- That'll be enough.

- How about in my office.

Please go ahead.

- In there, alright.

- Tell all the men to
stay on the alert,

there's something wrong.

I think he's probablyjust a
ding-a-ling but you can't tell.

(tense music)

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

- Everybody knows that, so what.

- What do you mean so what?

So what, somehow you have to
protect yourself right?

Just like all the industrialists,
that's why I'm here.

To offer you armed protection.

- Protection racket huh?

- Oh no you've got
completely the wrong idea.

I said protection, not
protection racket.

It's not that easy.

You've gotta understand that
I'm representing

an organization that is
completely legal.

Lowest prices anywhere.

I mean we could save you maybe
a million a month.

- Thanks, I'm not interested,

I've got nothing to protect here.

- Ah well, I beg to differ.

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 or
one of your children.

You realize the industry
it's becoming.

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

- Well, kidnappers will be wise
to leave us alone.

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

we'd insure you against all
kinds of trouble.

- He boss there's some kind of
official van outside.

- Except for them.

(tense music)

That's it Mr. Bastard Conti, run.

- Francois, get out there and
ask what the want.

And act normally.

- There Paterno's boys!

(gun fires) (grunts)

(automatic gun fire)

(gun fire)

- Here.

(automatic gun fire)

- There were only supposed
to be four of them.

(gun fires) (gasps)

(automatic gunfire)

(gun fires) (gasps)

- Now there's nothing to be
frightened of Jon-Pierro.

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 alright.

You'll soon be home with
your Momma and Papa.

Let's just get these ropes off you.

(thuds)

Okay come on, let's go.

- They're holding it, we're
not getting ground.

Let's get out of here.

(automatic gunfire)

(glass shatters)

- Stay right where you are.

Now get away from the kid.

You got five seconds,
then I kill him.

Walk over to me Jon-Pierro.

Walk over here come on.

Alright 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 Jon-Pierro, go on,
go on.

- Get over here kid.

(gun fires)

(funky music)

(gun fires)

- Get in let's get out of here!

- That bastard security cop

must've been working with somebody.

- What do we do with the bodies?

- We lose any men?

- Four, they lost three.

Well what now boss?

- Right, what now?

First problem, we've got to get
the boy away from here.

Then we'll worry about giving
Paterno a little visit

in return.

They won't forget it in many years.

(door opens)

- Morning sir.

- Good morning inspector.

- Any news?

- No, nothing.

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

The deal's been set, it
seemed alright.

I got the cash at the bank.

Do you think anything
could go wrong?

- 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?

An old 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 about 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.

Huh?

- [Luigino] I won't.

(chuckles)

- Now listen Maria, if you need me,

leave a message at the bar, I go
by everyday alright?

Ah, I almost forgot.

I promised your father that I'd
buy you a motorcycle,

one like mine.

Well, maybe a little smaller huh?

You gotta be a good boy, understand?

Ciao, ciao Maria.

- [Maria] Ciao.

(crowd chatters)

- Six, nine.

(dealer speaks in french)

(ball rattles)

- No, no, no explain it to me
please, I don't understand.

- Well it's a very simple system.

(doorbell rings)

(grunts) (intense music)

(thuds)

- Alright everybody,

anyone who tries anything
collects a bullet.

- Get out of here, go on.

(thuds)

(gun fires)

(screams)

(screams)

- Come on get over there!

(gun fires)

- Go on!

- 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 higher

than they were tonight!

(gun fires)

(crashes)

(thuds) (grunts)

- You must have guts an
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
have 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.

(ominous music)

- 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.

(rips)

- Here it is.

- No!

(thuds)

No please.

No.

(gasps)

- You've 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 heroin, 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.

- What do you want, a
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?

- I don't know, anywhere.

All you care about is
to keep moving,

it's just the way you are darling.

- Yep, 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.

(crashes)

- Who are you?

What do you want?

Well answer me?

- 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.

(rips)

- What's this coy act?

You strip off in front of
a big audience

for 10 thousand lira and you
act shy with us,

I think you're putting me on Flora.

Right Franco?

- Right.

(thuds) (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!

- Ow!

- Damn it, you want to talk lady

if I have to tear you into pieces.

- I don't know.

- You're lying.

- I'm not lying.

- We'll see about that!

(sobs) - Come on sweetheart,

make it easy on yourself.

Tell us, come on! (slaps)

(sobs)

- 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 want to hurt ya.

(slaps) Where is the bastard!

- It's my turn again,
listen sweetheart,

we're only just beginning.

- Leave me alone.

(thuds) (gasps)

(thuds) (tense music)

- Hey boss, you killed her.

- Good god.

- You seen Flora?

- No, your buddy's wife
called though,

Maria wants to see you.

- Ah, when did she call?

- About half an hour ago.

- [Maria] Hello, hello?

- Maria this is Rambo,
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,

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.

(tense music)

(clock ticks)

- Hold it right there.

(gun fires)

(screams)

- Don't forget huh, you've been
out and he was dead

when you returned.

- Hey come on let's go!

- Boo!

Hmm?

- Hmm?

- The idea was Pino's.

I could do with a drink.

Oh,

take care it's still hot, here.

Keep it as a good luck charm.

- I'm sorry Rambo.

I'm afraid it was over a barrel,

it was a matter of either
you or Luigino.

He would have been killed.

- I realize that.

- Yes but it was wrong.

Wrong to set you up, you could
have been killed.

- If I'd have been in
your place Maria,

I would have done exactly
the same thing

to save my son's life.

Alright?

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

Thanks.

(tense organ music)

- 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.

- Who was this Rambo,
they talk about him

as if he was a legend.

As if he were a local folk hero.

But when it comes right down to it

a bullet killed him as quick
as anybody else.

- That's 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.

I won't break the rich slob.

- [Jon-Pierro] I'm alright, 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 to long,
please.

- Oh god what are we gonna do Marco?

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

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

(phone rings)

Marsili.

How much?

And 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?

They made the deal already.

They'd 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

in the next day or so.

And I should get the money ready.

(traditional music)

- Hey how are you Bev?

- Rambo.

- Yeah?

- They murdered Flora.

Yesterday afternoon.

- Let me know how it happened.

- They broke into her place

and then they just beat
her to death.

Those guys ain't
playing around Rambo,

if you've got any sense you'll get
the hell out of 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 alright?

Wait for me here. - Right boss.

(tense 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 princess.

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

so just take it easy will ya?

- [Woman] How much longer?

- [Conti] 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 coast of Silla

and a fun couple of months.

- Oh darling.

- Alright.

- [Rambo] Conti.

Conti.

- Who is it?

- [Rambo] It's your
guilty conscience.

- But you were,

there was no way you could.

(thuds)

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

- But 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 repaper the walls.

(gun cocks)

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.

- Hm, could be your life that
I'm a starving beggar.

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

- It's Conti, I collected the cash.

Let the kid go, 18 kilometers
outside Cernusco.

30 minutes from now, get it?

Yeah I know, I know, but
the plans changed.

Just follow my orders.

(snaps)

- Hey lady, would you come here?

- I had nothing to do with it.

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

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, go on lady.

(zips)

(tinkles)

(zips)

I pronounce you man and wife.

(chinks)

- Do something you idiot!

- Get lost you cheap harlot.

(gasps)

- Hmm.

(jazzy music)

Well wasn't, hey look at that.

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

- Just somebody who looks like him.

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

- [Conti] This way you idiots!

In the bathroom

- Hey boss you okay?

- The key, it's in the toilet.

Hey Mario, go see if the
phone is still.

You got it?

- 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 got to call Paterno.

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

- What's wrong.

- I don't know, but I get the idea

he knows every single move
we're gonna make.

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

- Be very careful.

This is extremely risky, it must
not come to a bad end.

- We're in up to our necks,

we can't back out now
whatever the risk.

If we don't finish it soon,

Rambo's gonna end 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 rip out
that son of a bitch

and you didn't.

(tense music)

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

- Jon-Pierro,

Jon-Pierro.

(muffled yells)

There you are.

Hey, take it easy, got to tweak
your mustache now.

There.

- You said you'd come back,
and you finally did.

- Now Jon-Pierro 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.

Now then, hold on tight and
don't be scared.

Alright?

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

- Good.

Here we go.

(tense music)

- There's too much traffic
to do anything,

just keep this distance.

- Go on flag him!

- No wait a minute, we might hit
the boy by mistake,

and then we'd forfeit everything.

His father wouldn't pay
out the ransom.

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

- Watch the road, we'll be alright.

- 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?

- Because 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.

Lots of them, but only two of us.

- Have you been to this
place before?

- Sure, I've been here many times,
Jon-Pierro.

It's one of my country mansions.

Alright, 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 will put a dent in
their egos I bet, huh?

Here come over here.

Listen Jon-Pierro, I should
let you rest now,

I know you must be worn out because
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.

- Good boy, alright now listen.

(tense music)

Now.

- One, two, three,

four, five, six.

- 53, 54, 55, 56,

57, 58, 59, 60,

61, 62, 63, 64,

66, 67.

- 68, 69, 70.

- Come on Jon-Pierro, now.

(flare gun fires)

(gun fires)

(automatic gun fires)

(gun fires) (groans)

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

(clock bell rings)

(crashes)

- Alright, come on you
little bastard.

- No let go!

Let go of me, Rambo help!

No, let go of me!

Rambo, help Rambo!

Let go of me, let go of me!

(gun fires)

- Go, go!

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun clicks)

(gun fires)

(gasps)

- We got to hide the boy again,
some place safe.

Step on it, the villa, the villa!

Go on speed up can't ya?

(muffled grunts)

Cool it, ya hear?

(train bell tolls)

(crashes)

(funky music)

(muffled yells)

It's worth losing a couple of men
for two and half billion,

right Franco?

- Right.

- Shut up you, be good you hear?

(funky music)

(gun fires)

Franco, Franco,

Franco!

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (grunts)

- Rambo!

- Hey.

(laughs)

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,

Torigo, he'll take care of you.

- Why are you interested
in rescuing me?

- Well because,

in all respects,

you're a man.

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(funky music)

Stay down.

Jon-Pierro, don't forget
what you promised,

not a word huh?

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

I mean about you.

- Not even your momma, I want
it to be our secret.

You won't have any trouble keeping
it 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, now you
remember that?

- Yes, sir I will Rambo.

- Good.

Here we go huh.

- Momma!

- Jon-Pierro!

- Momma!

Oh, Momma.

- Oh darling, we've been so
worried about you.

And now you're safe.

- Luigino!

It's yours.

- Mine?

It's fantastic Rambo!

(horn beeps)

- Here take 'em.

- You're leaving now?

- I'll be back don't worry.

One day, you're a man now,
don't forget that.

Help your mother alright.

- Bye Rambo.

(funky music)