All language subtitles for Highway.Racer.1977.srt - eng(3)

HIGHWAY RACER

You wanna bet?
Come on, let's make a bet.

- But what's the stake?
- As much as you like.

- 5, 10, 100... Whatever. Come on.
- Fuck off. You only live once.

Exactly, only once.
So you can't live life like an asshole.

So you're saying in order to not live life
like an asshole, you gotta risk it?

If you want to get out of the muck,
you have to pay a price.

And I want out!

Then get out of it,
but do it when I'm not there.

Come on, poopy-pants,
you're lucky I got a grip on this ride.

- You know, Tagliaferri can kiss my ass.
- Yes.

So you want to butt heads with Tagliaferri?
He's a legend.

Ifl had more cylinder capacity,
I'd become a legend too.

- Along with the whole car.
- Legends live in garages these days?

Wisecracker. Give me one year,

and everybody in Rome
will only talk about me, you'll see!

One year...

And you think you'll still be alive
in a year, as crazy as you are?

You think this thing's like a donkey?

- They're wild beasts with 120HP.
- Wild beasts?

You don't have a clue.
Have you ever seen a naked one?

Have you ever stripped her
part for part? No!

- So what are you talking about?
- I'm not saying anything.

When you feel her vibrating below you,
it's not a car anymore, it's music.

When the pistons are dancing, music.
The whistling of the wind, music.

- The bursting of a tire...
- Music!

- A funeral march...
- Still music.

- You really are crazy.
- You gotta be crazy, my friend.

Leave my face alone!

My friend, life's like a soup

that has to be cooked
with a pinch of craziness.

- You know who said that?
- Nobody said that.

Then I say it.

Green car with Roman
license plate: A 56943.

It didn't stop at police road block in
Via Flaminia. Now driving along the Tiber.

That's for us.

- Shark 6 and Double-sail 21.
- Yes, Shark 6?

- Are we in too?
- We're the only ones there, moron!

Look, he's right in front of us.

Then we can call it off. A squad car's
already in pursuit. I don't see anybody.

Yeah, total this one too.
Then you can ride a bike next time.

Why do you wanna overtake
the squad car?

To see who's faster.

- You got soda in your engine?
- What do you care?

Holy Mary!

You'll get me killed.

Goddamn it.

- Look at this.
- What is it?

Shark 6 outpacing the squad car.

Tagliaferri!

Come here and check this out.

One of your guys
is playing the asshole.

Always him, huh?

Radio him.

Shark 6. Respond, Shark 6.

He's switched off the radio.

You're shitting your pants
right now, right?

No, I've already shit my pants.

- Now there's only one left.
- And the patrol car?

- You shook him off.
- Then we'll lose them too.

Let him see your taillight.

Watch out! Brakes!

They parked around a tree.

You were lucky. When you go
to the park next time, go on foot.

- Asshole.
- Likewise.

One moment.

Even acting crazy takes practice.

Ifl had a 2,000 instead of a 1,600,
this wouldn't have happened.

No, it's not a question of cylinders
but of brain capacity.

- Okay, my mistake. Let's go, boys.
- I'm not done yet.

I feel terrible.

I don't like your driving style one bit.

You don't hit the brakes
in a curve at high speed.

- But he braked too!
- No, Palma, they didn't brake.

They accelerated.

That's a trick even little kids know.

You just need to connect the stop lights
with a switch, and there you go.

And now and again, a great racing driver
like yourself falls for it.

- Then you go flying.
- I didn't know that.

You don't know a lot of things.
That's not a problem.

There aren'tjust racing drivers
in the police force.

I joined the police to drive,
and that's what I'm gonna do!

What you do is up to me.

Get that into your brain.
If you've got one.

- Get him out of here.
- Come on.

There are also other opportunities
in the police.

Remember that.

Holy words...
I'm in real rough shape, thanks to you.

Asshole.

I hope you'll be staying longer in Rome,
Mr. Dossena.

Rome is always Rome, Mr. Sergio.

Once you're here,
you don't ever want to leave.

Yes, but you're from Nice.

The French Riviera is always
the French Riviera, isn't it?

- Yes, yes.
- All done, Mr. Dossena.

I hope you're satisfied
this time as well.

- Thank you.
- Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.

You're next, sir.

The mileage is important these days,

and this one manages
easily 10 miles per liter.

Sure, that's what they say.
In reality, it'll make 7 or 8 miles max.

- Sure, if you drive in races.
- Me, races?

Do I look like someone
who drives in races?

No, not you, just in general,
if you wanna go crazy from time to time.

Go crazy?
Miss, do you think I...

- Not you, but the one driving the car.
- I'll drive it!

Francesca!

Marco.
Just a minute, please.

So this is how you spend
your convalescence?

Listen, save me the sermon, please.
This isn't the time.

- With you, it's never the right time.
- Exactly, you got it.

- Miss?
- One moment.

- What does he want?
- I'm working. He's a customer.

Fine, but now I'm here.
Or am I interrupting?

No, but you better wait outside.

- I'll finish here soon.
- Take your time, I'm going.

No, wait!

- Did you just come to fight?
- There's nothing else I can do with you.

Well, you can leave
your bad mood at home.

No, I want to keep it with me!

I don't have to answer to anyone,
not even you!

Ah, I see.
So why are we still together?

Exactly what I'm thinking.
We'd better split.

Bye,babe.

Marco, listen. Just think about it.

- I'm sick of being the victim all the time.
- You, the victim?

And I'm the crazy one here, huh?
Have a nice day, Missy.

No,no,no,
you must be completely crazy!

If you have to repair it anyway,
what would a few changes cost you?

You really don't understand.

You're asking me
to manipulate state property.

Then tell the state, ifl have to risk
my life, at least I want to do it my way!

I have to tell them that?
Go tell them yourself.

Listen, maybe I've found a solution.

I've an idea, let me use the workshop.

- I'll take care of the rest, alright?
- Okay, there's only a few of us here.

We'll get busted anyway, in the end.

I'll come here when everybody's left.
I'll do it at night.

Who would find out?

Give me this chance, Maresciallo.

They're driving around
in their souped-up beasts.

I'm not saying
I want to draw level with them,

but I don't want to lose
from the start either.

You understand me.

You're not one of those guys
who went into the force

just to collect their paycheck
at the end of the month.

- Why, then?
- Well, to give meaning to your life.

To feel like...

- You get it, right?
- No.

- How can I explain?
- Listen...

Just stop talking.
Come here and do whatever you like.

- Then you'll stop bugging me.
- Thanks, Maresciallo, thank you.

- You're a real friend.
- A friend, my ass.

If your boss finds out,
don't count on me.

I don't exist and won't lift a finger
for this engine. Remember that!

- Tonight, thirty busted out.
- Thirty! Holy Mary!

- No, your mama wasn't one of them.
- Wisecracker.

Twenty-nine, to be precise.
Number 30 was the warden.

When he heard about it,
he hauled ass.

Let's notjoke around.

In two days I'll get my promotion,
and I don't want it revoked.

- Might happen.
- Bite me.

Basilicata, don't you realize
they're busting your balls?

They're all jealous.

They don't like me defecting to the ministry
while they're working on the front line.

Yes, they're special people, young
people who... What? Who's my partner?

- There, it's Palma, right?
- But he's still in convalescence!

He's recovered. The car's fixed too.

By the way, did the shop
already return it?

- Yeah, yeah.
- I went through hell.

Another day in hell...

Why am I always assigned
to this crazy ass Palma?

I've got a terrible headache.

- So I'm crazy, huh?
- Who said that?

So you're not scared
to ride with me?

No, I'm not scared,
I'm shitting my pants.

Come on!

With you, it's always high speed.

Notjust by car, but also on foot.

Why don't you take
some valerian in the morning?

It's like you've got pepper up your ass.

Easy, easy, easy!

Why did you soup up the car?

This car?
It seems even less powerful to me.

Get out.

Are you shitting me, huh?

I noticed right away that it's souped up.
Right when you started the engine.

- It's true, it's souped up.
- Who gave you the permission?

- Come on, who authorized it?
- Nobody.

And why did you give yourself
the permission?

Do you think you can do
whatever you feel like?

This ain't no cathouse!
I don't need trouble with anybody!

- And before you ruin me...
- I don't want to ruin anybody.

- Then why did you soup up the car?
- You know that better than me.

- You shouldn't be surprised.
- Speak clearly. What are you saying?

- You used to do the same thing!
- What do you mean?

That you're entitled to do
everything I did?

- Why am I not allowed?
- You're not allowed!

You're afraid I'm better than you!
That's it!

What did you say?

Because you want to stay
the only great driver in the police force!

- That's why you won't get off my case!
- Listen, you son of a bitch.

I'm not beating the shit out of you
because I'm your superior.

- And we're at police headquarters.
- We can go outside if you like.

If there's a next time,
then I might take you up on that.

You'll find your disciplinary sanctions
when you get back here.

I'll be damned...

Come on.

- Are we ready, Pistone?
- Everything's ready.

Let's go.

It's crazy.

He's capable of sending me back on patrol.
What do you think?

That he's right.

You know he was even more gung-ho
in his day than me?

I've got all the newspapers
from back then. Got them all up here.

Where do you have them?

- All up here.
- Ah, okay.

In July 1960, a squad car stopped
a Maserati at the Piazza di Spagna

that had been stolen the night before.

In front of Termini Station,
another squad car was waiting

with the now famous Tagliaferri
behind the wheel.

After he'd overtaken the first squad car...

Hey, he overtook another squad car!
Got it?

Yeah, I got it.
He overtook the other squad car.

But there's more.

October 1961.

A criminal's fast car was pursued

and forced against a wall
by a high-powered squad car.

A 2,000, presumably souped-up.

So? It's just the way I told you, right?
He did exactly the same things.

But Palma can't. Why not?

- Why?
- I have no idea.

Because he knows
that Palma's better than him.

- So he keeps him on a short leash.
- That's not the reason.

He's angry because you destroy
all his cars.

- What are you staring at?
- You think this is a car?

It's even souped up.

Oh, yeah? You know what?
That's not good enough for me!

He, however...

January 1962.

- The fearless driver...
- The fearless driver...

- ...of the mobile task force...
- ...of the mobile task force...

- ...due to special achievements...
- ...due to special achievements...

- ...was promoted to Vice-Brigadier!
- ...was promoted to Vice-Brigadier!

And he got a Ferrari.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Finally, a car that's worthy
of Tagliaferri.

And a car that's worthy of Palma,
when will I get that? When will I get that?

When I leave.

Then they'll give you a nice, big car.

Thanks.

At exactly 12:30 pm.

What did you say?
Banca di Roma in Via Bossi?

- Robbery at Banca di Roma, Via Bossi.
- Attention, calling all cars in San Paolo.

NOthing yet?

Looks like someone
wrote down the license plate.

Now turn right.

Straight ahead.

Exactly. Then the second left.

- Car 4?
- Yes, Double-sail.

- Where are you, car 4?
- In Ostiense.

Then head to Via Bartolomeo Bossi,
in the San Paolo region.

- Via Bartolomeo Bossi 73, 73.
- Via Bartolomeo Bossi 73.

- Exactly, bank robbery in progress.
- Okay, roger that.

- No information about the car?
- Possibly...

Tell me slowly.

Now.

Attention, attention.
Calling all cars in the San Paolo region.

We are looking for a brown Citroen,
license plate Palermo 479-111.

All cars should circle that zone.
Give me your positions.

A-P Latino.

Alright, Shark 6, did you write down
the license plate?

- Yes. License plate Palermo 479-111.
- Right, confirmed. On your way.

Okay.

Come on. Aren't we going
to the assigned location?

And what the hell would we do there?

I want to get that car.

- Where was the robbery?
- There.

Then we're going that way.

- Today it's the San Paolo guys' turn.
- Fortunately. I'm exhausted.

You think I'm not? Tell me about it.

Hey!
That's the car from the robbery.

- It's impossible they're here already.
- The plate's correct. I'll call HQ.

- Did you say Flaminia?
- What happened?

Car 32 spotted the Citroén
on Via Flaminia.

Call the others back.

- Patrol car 3, go to Flaminia.
- Roger that.

Patrol car 12, head over
to Flaminia as well.

Affirmative. On our way.

- That's impossible...
- License plate Palermo 479-111.

Where are they heading?

Easy, patrol car 1 , easy.

Press the button and talk slowly.

- I said, it's total chaos here.
- Calling all cars, watch out...

Wait a minute.
Let's try to figure this out.

There's not much to understand.
There are two Citroéns.

- Idenficalones?
-ldenficaL

Look, I got both of them here.

And our cars are here. Look.

- Let's split them into groups.
- Alright.

Attention. There are two cars
from the robbery. They're identical.

Patrol cars 4 and 12,
head towards the Olympic Village.

Attention. Sara 20 and
patrol cars 10 and 32,

head to Aventin
and the surrounding areas.

Attention. As soon as one of you
spots the Citroén,

give me your position.

We'll then send you
two more cars for backup.

Did you hear?
We're driving in the wrong area.

One of them has to go through here.

Look, there it is!
What did I tell you?

We've spotted one of them.

Good. Be careful, they're armed.

- We've got a Shark behind us.
- Good, let's make him dance a little.

And then we're gone.

Double-sail, we've spotted
the second car.

Good. I'll send you car 12.

Hello, Double-sail,
we're in pursuit now too.

Good, stay in pursuit. They're trying
to leave town via the EUR quarter.

- Yes. Yes, alright.
- We've got them on the hook.

Alright.

If the one I'm thinking of
is behind this mess,

then we've got nobody on the hook.

Positions have already
been transmitted.

Archive, Todano. Yes, bring me the file
on "Dossena, Jean-Paul".

Yes, "ll Nizzardo".

I want to check the latest entries.
No, right away.

Don't!

Holy Mary!

Shark 6, where are you?
Where are you?

I don't know where I am,
but I feel sick!

- Patrol car 12, where are you?
- With number 4.

We're very close.

12, respond.
This is Double-sail 21. 12, respond.

Double-sail, send an ambulance.
An officer's hurt.

That's it. The pursuit is off.

Attention, all cars.
The pursuit is called off.

He says we have to stop the pursuit!

I won't stop anything! Tell him that!

I have to tell him?
Am I the one playing the hero?

Is he still behind us?

- Yeah, this son of a bitch is tenacious.
- We'll shake him now.

Come on, forget about it.
You won't catch them.

You sure about that?

Forget about it.

Listen, I'll tell Double-sail 21.
Then you'll be in trouble.

If you don't stop,
you'll be the one in trouble.

Now watch me screw them over.

No! I want to die in my bed!

- Here, we've got them, see?
- And a heap of trouble!

It might be him.
He was recently spotted in Rome.

- He hasn't pulled a job in five years.
- You know, when you least expect it...

Maresciallo.
Shark 6 doesn't want to stop the pursuit.

- Who is it? Palma?
- Yes, just him. Everyone else has given up.

Palma, this is Tagliaferri.

- He wants to talk to you.
- Stop bugging me.

Maresciallo, he doesn't wanna talk,
and I'm in fear of dying!

We think the robbery was organized
by ll Nizzardo.

He's an extremely good driver.
One who's really got talent.

Maybe that's who you're dealing with.
Let it go, Palma. You don't know him.

Tell him, I'll stay on his tail
to get to know him! Tell him!

Iwant to get him!

He says, he's pursuing him
because he wants to get to know him.

- I won't forgive him.
- Scared, huh?

- Sure I'm scared.
- I bet you want to get out.

- Yes, please, let me get out.
- No.

- What'll it cost you?
- Shut up!

- You're good, you'll get them on your own.
- Now shut it!

DEAD END

WORK IN PROGRESS

He'd never have made it.
Why did you shoot?

I lured him here on purpose.

Very nice, boys.
The die is cast.

Or, as you say in Rome,
"We got 'em shitfaced!"

And we're gonna get shitfaced too, right?

Come on, get the drinks.

Stop.

No whiskey.

Whenever ll Nizzardo beat
the driver of a squad car,

he used to drink a bottle
of champagne to celebrate.

Two bottles if it was that son of a bitch
Tagliaferri.

Alright, then we'll drink champagne
and think of that asshole Tagliaferri.

Only I call him a son of a bitch.

But they're all assholes, really,
aren't they?

No, not Tagliaferri.

Tagliaferri is a man.

He just stands on the other side.

Yeah, agreed, but we don't give
a damn about it. Let's drink.

- Alright, boys.
- Come on.

- Let's drink to our success.
- Don't spill it.

Cover him up.

I told you to let it go.

- But it was...
- I ordered you to stop.

Now you'll have to stop
for a very long time.

And don't forget
to hand in your report.

In detail!

Excuse me, can you tell me
where I can find Father Longhi?

Down in the workshop,
behind the garden.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey, young man.

- Yes?
- Aren't you Palma?

Yes, Father.

I knew it.

- Marco!
- Father Longhi.

- How are you, my son?
- Good. And you? Back again?

For a year now.
They send us all over, you know.

- It's been 13 years.
- You were a fledgling.

A little crazy but good.

CASHIER

Let's go!

This used to be your workbench.
Do you remember?

Yes.

- What's wrong, Marco?
- Nothing.

Are you trying to kid someone
wearing a soutane?

- No, really, it's nothing.
- I understand, you don't want to talk.

Don't be mad at me,
but us priests have a habit

of sticking our noses
in other people's business.

I didn't mean it like that.

Right, right, certain things
you need to conquer on your own.

The robbery took place in this area.
So the second car has to show up here.

Or here.

Too simple.

This time, the second car will show up
in the same area as the first one.

- What? Together?
- Parallel.

When the first car goes this way,
the other one will flank it here

at a distance of two or three blocks.

You see, two identical cars
in the same area

create the impression
that there's only one.

Once spotted, they'll play our cars
back and forth like ping-pong balls.

- But that's absurd.
- It is absurd...

- A real pleasure, right, boss?
- You have fun, don't you?

Absolutely.
It's a whole other thing.

I worked with Pigeccia,
Mannino and Sepitelli,

but with you it's different.

- Why is it different?
- You've got more imagination.

It's notjust a robbery. It's fun.

It's a game, you know?
And it has international flair.

- The European Community.
- Exactly.

- Here we go, boss!
- Hold on!

Attention, calling all cars
not currently in pursuit.

Patrol the area, but don't leave.

The second Citroén
could show up anywhere.

How many behind us?

- Three, boss.
- Good.

We'll soon see Pistone,
and then we'll split up.

Affirmative.
We'll send an ambulance.

They're both there.

- Tagliaferri, you were right.
- I know.

- What should we do now?
- Yeah, what should we do?

What do you want to do?
They're gone now.

At the moment,
we don't have a lot of facts.

That doesn't rule out, however,

that we will have a usable lead
within the next hours.

But how do you plan to prevent
another incident in the meantime?

It's more about the investigations

that we're currently conducting
in the usual milieus.

Which means
they can't be caught in the act.

I didn't say that it's impossible.

It's very hard to accomplish
that without endangering civilians.

They say the robbery carries the hallmarks
of Jean-Paul Dossena, alias "ll Nizzardo".

Unfortunately, "they say" will do for
the press, but it's not good enough for us.

And neither for the judge.

I'll leave the police force.
I'll drop everything like they dropped me.

- Is this about your boss again?
- Yes, it's always about him.

Sooner or later he'll make me drive
a squad car again, even in uniform.

That's why I want to drop everything.

- What are you gonna do?
- No idea. I'll think of something.

- Maybe become a thief.
- I was afraid you might've changed.

But thank God you're just as crazy
as you used to be.

Maresciallo, you have to believe me.
I don't know anything.

You always say the same thing.
You want to jack up the price?

I'd rather drop dead!
I honestly don't know anything.

Il Nizzardo is a tough cookie.

- He can't be found so easily.
- Beppo... Beppo...

What should I do with you?

- Yes, please?
- Maresciallo Tagliaferri.

Name?

Jean-Paul Dossena.
Just write "ll Nizzardo".

You may go now. But as soon
as you know something, tell me.

As always, Maresciallo.
This time itjust didn't work out.

Il Nizzardo is worse than Mandrake.

- Sometimes here, sometimes there.
- He's here, Maresciallo.

- Who?
- ll Nizzardo.

- Holy Mary!
- Out, quickly. He mustn't see you.

Please.

My God, you haven't changed at all.

You haven't changed either, Dossena,
as far as I can see.

May l?

Tell me, do you remember
that one time

when you ended up
in a shop window, thanks to me?

Where was that again?
Oh, right, in Via Nazionale, wasn't it?

Oh, yes. And that time when you
crashed into the Tiber because of me.

Did you forget that?

Oh, those were the days.

Do you have the impression that people
were more courageous back then?

- No idea.
- But, yes...

They don't make 'em
like me and you anymore.

- It's better that people aren't like you.
- But why?

I've put the past behind me.
Forgood.

Dossena, people like us
never really stop.

- I know you drive better than you used to.
- No, I've always been a good driver.

Not always. I caught you
more often than you got away.

- That's the bottom line.
- Yes, but that's not important anymore.

How do you say?
I've put the wheel to rest.

I've got a car, yes,
but it drives on diesel, you know?

- Diesel?
- Diesel.

The souped-up Citroén too?
On diesel, huh?

What Citroén are you talking about?

- Oh, right, you never read the papers.
- I do, butjust the sports.

Sure, since you're responsible
for the crime reports.

Well...

I came here to pay you a visit,
not to be insulted.

You're right, you know, Dossena?

People were more courageous
backthen.

You also had more courage.

Listen to me,
Maresciallo Tagliaferri.

I have nothing to do
with those bank robberies.

- Nothing! You got that?
- Ah, finally.

I have an alibi
as big as the Coliseum!

- You're welcome to check it out.
- I know. ljust wanted to hear it from you.

Well, now I've told you.

- Goodbye.
- See you.

I'm always at your service.

Oh, right, Maresciallo Tagliaferri...

...are you interested in the advice
of an old enemy?

You'll only catch them
sitting on their horses,

otherwise you'll never catch them.

"You'll only catch them
sitting on their horses,

"otherwise you'll never catch them."

ls that exactly how he said it?

Exactly.

Is it really so hard to catch them
with a different approach?

If ll Nizzardo hadn't come here,
probably not.

But he was here.

Which means he feels quite safe
in all other matters.

So what can we do?

I have no idea.

Tagliaferri, you've got an idea
in your head, I just know it.

Now spit it out, so we don't have
to rack our brains anymore.

Well... I'm thinking about smuggling
a snitch into the gang.

They'd have to take him in somehow.
We could give it a try.

But who? A driver?

- A driver, sure.
- What are you talking about?

Il Nizzardo's guys are
all extremely good drivers.

- They're real specialists.
- Our guy will be too.

- You have someone in mind?
- Palma.

- And I also need the Ferrari.
- Which one?

- That one...?
- Yes, that one.

But that's no longer a Ferrari.
That thing's just junk.

I'll take care of transforming it
back into a Ferrari. Don't worry.

Do whatever you think.
You have my authorization.

- Hello, boss.
- Hey, hello.

- Good afternoon.
- Hey, there.

- That's Palma's notice, right?
- That's my business.

Watch it, Tagliaferri,
we're not at the station now!

- I'm not your guy anymore!
- You've never been my guy.

But I'll ensure you will be.

I won't take orders from no one.
Especially not from you!

In this world,
you have to learn to spit blood.

You're just a blabbermouth.

All you have is courage,
and nothing else.

So you're just an asshole,

but you could become a good driver.

I swear I'll make you one.

Will you tear this up
or should I do it?

Tear it up, sir.

You weren't that formal
a moment ago.

Yeah, but a moment ago
I was still a real asshole.

It's yours now.

But I don't know if...

Listen, boy, you've been busting my balls
for two years with all your shit.

Now you have to carry on.
Now I want you to do it.

We have to show them
who we are, Palma.

If they screw us again, we're done.

They'll screw the legal authorities
and us as well.

Then they won't fear anything anymore.

Come on.

Boss, this part of the body
is completely demolished.

A dent every 8 inches.

How's that possible?

Yeah, that axle...

It was ll Nizzardo, right?

That cost him five years
in Regina Coeli prison back then.

- Must've given you great satisfaction.
- You'll get there.

But now we've got to put
our backs into it, got it?

The hardest part is yet to come.
What did you think?

Imbecile.

The way you drive the slalom,
you'll never make it.

Listen, you can only use the gas pedal.

A short brake before you're there,
and then you accelerate.

Brake, then accelerate.
And never touch the clutch.

Got it?
Go, now. Show me.

So as not to lose speed
in a difficult curve,

you need to keep an eye
on the vanishing point.

That's the highest point of a curve,
the crucial point.

As soon as you've reached it,

pull the handbrake,
steer in the opposite direction,

and accelerate immediately
to a high speed.

It's easy, see?
What is it?

Come on now.

Goddamn it!

I can't do it.

- I will never do it.
- But...

I told you you'd be spitting blood.

I've spat enough blood. That's it!

No! Only I get to say, "That's it."
And I haven't said it yet.

This time I'll say it. That's it.

- You give up? I can't hear you.
- I give up!

Oh, you're giving up?
You think it's that easy?

We're up to our necks in this,
you and me, my friend.

In all my life,
I've never done anything by half.

- I have, though.
- I don't care about what you've done.

- Exactly.
- Now you're making a fuss...

- So I can go, then?
- No!

- Get another guy.
- No!

Perhaps I'm not cut out for this.
I'm an idiot.

You said so often enough.

- Maybe you were wrong about me.
- I'm never wrong.

You've got what it takes to be a champion.
That's what I said and I'll repeat it.

- Repeat it.
- Kiss my ass.

Put on your suit
and get back on the track, you idiot.

In my days it was different.
Today, you really need to know these things.

Do I have to hit the heart?

No, it's enough if you hit the target.

- You mean like that?
- Where did you learn that?

Taught myself, in the countryside.

Three days at the start of training
surely aren't enough.

Well, then...

What do I need them for?

Your arm needs to be higher.

Okay.

And here are the details
of your new identity.

Volpez Moreno,
born in Newcastle, Australia.

British mother, Italian father.
Formula 2 race driver.

Arrested in Monza due
to drug consumption. Now carry on...

Released after a year.
Stopped driving races.

- I worked for the Marseille clan.
- And then?

After a few months as a smuggler,
I went freelance.

- And then?
- Exporting foreign currency.

I got caught in Chiasso
and went to prison for two years.

Two became three because
of an attempted escape with my buddies

whose names... whose names...

Here, take another look.

There, Peppe la Malfa,
armed robbery.

And Bruno Lacané,
arms trafficking.

You need to go over it again.

Listen, you have to convince them
that you're really good with a car.

That shouldn't be so hard.
Right, boss?

When you're with them,
if they take you in,

it's your mission to give us
the day, time and place of the robbery.

And remember to tell us
all the planned escape routes.

Only if we have everything,
can we set an effective trap for them.

In the beginning they'll be
very suspicious. So be on guard.

The smallest mistake,
the slightest suspicion, could be fatal.

- Where will I find them?
- At Gianicolo.

Remember, shoot your mouth off,
then they'll approach you.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

That's all.

Palma?

The name's Moreno.

What is it, boss?

I think I've told you everything.

Oh, yes, one more thing...

Courage, Palma.

You'll only know you've got it
at the very last moment.

Francesca.

What are you doing here
at this hour?

Ever since you've been back on duty,
you've completely disappeared.

You're right. I've been very busy.

New things have come up,
and I'm not done yet.

Come on upstairs,
I'll explain it. Go on in.

You seem worried about something.

We won't be able to see each other
for a while.

- Are you going away?
- In a way.

A special assignment?

No, nothing special.
No need to worry.

It's just duties, completely normal.

Since when have you done
something normal?

It's just normal.

And if it's dangerous?

Don't you worry.

I wouldn't worry about you
if I didn't love you.

Oh, you love me? Since when?

- Who's that?
- It's the second time he's been here.

- I don't like his face.
- Did you see what he's driving?

- He's a guy looking for trouble.
- Just forget about him.

You think we mess with every smart ass
who crosses our path?

- Who cares? It'll be amusing.
- Come on now, let's go.

Come on.

Alright, let's go.
There's nothing else to do anyway.

- Hey, I'll handle him, okay?
- Yeah.

Now we'll have something to laugh at.

- What a nice car he has.
- It has a lovely polish.

- How fast do you think it can go?
- Did you see that taillight?

Hey, look at that.

Man, he really gave it a spit shine.

- I'm sure he even goes to bed with it.
- You can say that again.

- I'll ask him if he could wash mine too.
- Yeah, do that.

Look, how nice. Such pretty seats.

Excuse me.

Listen, is that jalopy yours?

Yes, she's mine, but she's no jalopy.

You're trying to tell me that's a car?

- And a great one at that, when I drive it.
- Good grief.

So it's even got an engine.
I told you so.

How should I know?
I saw pedals on that thing.

Well, I guess you were wrong, then.

- You can pedal off yourselves now.
- No, no.

Now that I know that it has an engine,
I wanna buy it.

- How much?
- She's not for sale.

And you'd also have to be able
to drive her.

Hear that? You'd also have
to be able to drive her!

Listen, I don't find that funny, okay?

And you can drive her?

I don't know. If you wanna find out,
you'll have to pay for it.

You hear that? He's a betting man.

Darling, did they send you here
or did you come all by yourself?

Peppe la Malfa sent me.
You know him?

- Who? The stutterer?
- But isn't he...?

That's where I was
until three months ago.

So you got a car?

This one.

It's my brother's, but it runs well.

- When shall we meet?
- Tonight. When it's dark.

Let's do it. Whoever makes it first
through the arch of Villa Ciarla. Deal?

Deal.
But without looking at the streets.

You mean blindfolded?

Lying down. But if you're scared...

Wait. Easy now.
Where are you going?

- Listen, my name's Moreno.
- I'm Diego.

- Half.
- Half a million?

I got the money.

No, pretty boy, we'll give the money
to the cashier, huh?

Alright, you take the left one,
it's wider.

I'll take the other one.

Come on, let's go.

- Oh, son of a bitch!
- What an impact!

You've got it, huh?
Now you've destroyed my car.

How did he manage
to drive right through the arch?

You couldn't even see it.

He followed the power line
of the trolleybus, you asshole.

That's how he did it. Take a look.

See them now?
That's exactly how he saw them.

- He can kiss my ass.
- Listen up.

- Who is that son of a bitch?
- A certain Moreno.

He says he's the best driver
and races everybody into the ground.

Hey. He can't say that.

- But he did. And he did it to me.
- Let's see if he can do it to me.

- Mean machine, huh?
- I bet. Considering the price tag.

Yeah, beats a Kawasaki.
I think I want one of those too.

Out of the way.

I was told there's someone who feels
mighty strong when he's in a car.

- Who's that genius?
- That would be me.

- Will you race me?
- Yeah.

What's the stake?

Whatever you like. The car.

- When?
- Right now, if you dare.

Let's go.

So, did you enjoy the warm-up lap?

- You could say so.
- Now listen up. See that cliff edge?

Exactly the right spot for a little dare.
Let's drive up to the cliff now.

Whoever's the closest to it
without dropping in wins. Deal?

Yeah, that's okay with me.

But we'll do it with a turn.

The rear of the car has to be
next to the edge, huh?

With a turn?

A turn?

Come on, your turn!

Hey, Pistone!
You fell into the hole, huh?

You can shove your hole!
The worst part is I fell into the trash.

Looks pretty good on you. Bye!

What a son of a bitch! I guess
that rat will go and tell everybody now.

By the way, Pistone,
how did the story with that guy end?

What guy?

Didn't you tell me about that guy who
was bragging in front of your brother?

- Ah, that one!
- Yes.

- You shut his trap, huh?
- Shut his trap?

He didn't even get to open it.
He still doesn't know what happened.

- Did you bet on the same horse again?
- On Lugard? Sure.

- To me, he's a failure.
- He won'tjust win the race.

- He'll win the combination bet as well.
- What? Him?

They'll outpace him on the next curve.

Christ, with ankle joints like his?
You really don't know a thing about horses.

You know what I did with horses
during the war

when a mounted carabiniere
chased after me?

First, I beat him up
and then I ate his horse!

That's how you became
such an asshole.

Have them pay out the winnings.
I'll see you outside.

Shit.

- Someone's boxed us in.
- For fuck's sake.

We can't get out if he doesn't move.

I'll go look for the owner
and get the keys.

- No, go check if it's unlocked.
- Go check if it's unlocked.

That's no way to park your car.

And of all cars,
it's right in front of ours!

Can't be helped, everything's locked.

- Alright, Pistone, open it.
- Open it?

With what? Are you nuts?

When the owner comes back,
he'll shoot the three of us.

- I don't want to waste time. Open it.
- One moment!

Oh, it's you?
I'm sorry. I'll move it in a second.

You know him?

- What are you talking about? You know me.
- Well, do you know him or not?

- I think I saw him once.
- You think?

A few days ago,
I drove him into the trash.

- The impact must've gone to your head.
- I don't remember.

"He still doesn't know what happened."
My compliments. Pistone's a tough cookie.

I always say,
the tougher the cookie, the better.

Listen, where did you get the Ferrari?

In Como.

- One of those cost me a lot once.
- It only cost me a million.

No, one and a half million, since I had
to fix the brakes and the dampers.

Why don't you join us at Grillo's
this evening?

With pleasure.

- See you, pretty boy.
- I don't know you.

It really wasn't necessary
to invite him to the restaurant.

He could be useful to me,
as a third car.

You really want to let him join us?

At the moment,
I just want to study him a little.

Then learn him by heart.

- It's a risky endeavor.
- Less risky than others.

The secret is to cross the border
at exactly the right moment.

But does it pay?

Yeah, quite well.
Even the banks paid me for it.

Ah, what do you know?
And they say we're the bank robbers!

Those Swiss...

They have a huge interest
in capital flight.

They gave me the names
of the Italians I had to meet,

then I took their money
and brought it to Switzerland.

- Always in the Ferrari?
- No.

I switched cars probably ten times.

- Are you still working for them?
- I wish.

I got caught in Chiasso,
and that was the end of it.

Once you get caught, you're out.

That's the way, no?

Excuse me.

No bugs, boss. The car's clean.

Listen, do you like horses?

Yeah, all kinds.

From those with four legs,
up to those with car tax.

Look, the legs are just like pistons.

And the nostrils,
they're nothing but exhaust pipes.

Fantastic.

The accelerator sits in their chest.

They can smell it
if you want to push them to the max.

Just like driving a car.

If I could start over again,
I'd work with horses.

Instead, life is pretty shit now.

It's not a shit life, it's our life.
The one we were destined to have.

They always say it's society's fault.

Bullshit. Society has its rules,
just like any game.

- If you don't follow them, you pay.
- I think so, too.

You know, Moreno...

Pistone and the others
are empty on the inside.

But you're different.

- A night of fire, huh?
- The two of them were real hungry.

Tell me, Moreno, do you need ajob?

- It's not exactly raining money.
- Would you like to work with me?

It depends.

Hey, if ll Nizzardo wants something,
it depends only on ll Nizzardo.

Remember that.
So, how much do you want?

Forget it.

- If I tell you, you'll only get angry.
- No, tell me. You're a friend.

I won't get angrV-

Only because it's you...
50 for me, 50 for you.

- Who do you think you are?
- The best you can find.

- Just words.
- Fact!

- Is that enough for Pistone?
- Notjust for him.

Wait a minute.

Are you trying to challenge me?

Absolutely.

Well, this is the right day for it.

Let's go.

Tell me, Moreno, what are the stakes
if you don't have any money?

- Fifty percent of the business, right?
- Okay. Sounds reasonable.

It's not easy to make a jump like that.

But there's a secret.
It's all about acceleration.

You always have to go 130.

Not more and no less.

Always keep it at 130. That's it.

Fantastic.

It's actually real easy.
But only few know about it.

So, why do you want me to know that?

If you've got the courage,
you'd find out yourself sooner or later.

If you don't have the courage,
it's the same as me not telling you.

Well, then...

Alright, 50%.

There's a job coming up
and lwant you in.

A big Job, my man!

- Any news?
- No, nothing yet.

Let's hope it's Palma.

- Hello?
- It's Palma.

- Tell me, were you successful?
- I'm in.

Very good.

Soon they'll tell me the details
of the robbery.

Good work, my boy.

- Alright. I'll call you again.
- Alright, very well.

It worked.

And you will drive to Prenestino.

Agreed?

Okay.

- Do all of you know the routes?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but what about the bank?

You'll read about it in the newspapers.

The weapons.

New stuff, huh?

Be quick. I want to go to the garage
to check the cars.

For you.

Here.

Take that.

Very nice, Moreno.
That way nobody sees it, huh?

Hey, boss.

Did you see how
Moreno carries his gun?

Back at his butt
just like the pigs.

I've always carried it like that.

What if he's not
who he pretends to be?

- What do we know about him anyway?
- Stop it, Pistone.

Wait a minute, your stakes in this
are just as high as ours.

So let's try to stay calm.

You were totally right, you know?

Pistone's not only empty here
but also here.

You miserable son of a...

Don't try that again.

You still haven't learned your lesson
from the other clay.

Think of something else
to discredit me.

How do we know
you're really Moreno?

Do you know Moreno?

No.

So then... who's told you I'm not?

Enough, alright?

You can find information on me
anywhere.

Maybe it's better if I don'tjoin you.

- Doubts can cause difficult situations.
- No, stay.

I wouldn't let you go anyway.
You see?

- It's fun to drive, right?
- Yes, but the expense...

I know, but things cost
one way or another.

Sure, but life gets
more expensive by the day.

It's getting more difficult
to afford anything.

- Well, then, don't buy it.
- I know...

But how can you get by these days
if you don't have a car?

- One moment, please.
- Sure.

Excuse me, where did Marco go?

- Who?
- Marco.

He was with you a minute ago.
When did he get back?

Er... yesterday.

- And he's back on duty already?
- Yes.

- I don't know where the garage is.
- You've not been there yet?

No, but I think it's somewhere
around Trionfale.

- Okay, give me the routes.
- The first car...

Palma ? Hello?

Palma! Palma?
What's going on?

- What do you want?
- Francesca, run!

Marco!

Quick, Pistone, get in!
Hurry! Shit!

That dirty son of a bitch.

- What now?
- They escaped, Maresciallo.

- Let's go, guys.
- That was predictable, huh?

Fuck's sake!

- After all that work...
- Don't sweat it.

It's just a question of time
till he comes out of the woodwork.

Yeah, but the question is when.

We just need to be ready.

We'll catch him sooner or later.

You bet.

I've told you what I'm gonna do.
Now you have to decide for yourselves.

- Do we still listen to him?
- Out of the way!

- The earlier we disappear, the better.
- Get lost, then.

With your arm like that,
I have no use for you anyway.

You don't get it. We're all leaving.
You'll have to do the robbery on your own.

Well, who's staying with me?

He's totally crazy.

- We'll stay.
- Good.

Where are you going? Hey!

- They'll get themselves killed.
- Don't be assholes!

Don't you understand?
You'll have to pay the price!

Pay the price?

You don't understand the payoff,
do you?

The banks close in half an hour.

Are you absolutely positive
he'll follow through with the robbery?

- If I were him, I would.
- Commercial Bank in Via del Corso.

Palma, here we go.
Commercial Bank in Via del Corso.

As soon as I have details,
I'll give you the position.

Theyjust went past Castel Sant'Angelo.

Palma, be careful.

Go straight ahead, along the Tiber,
then cross the Ponte Sisto.

Now towards Trionfale.

Listen, it's better
if you take the highway.

Now they're driving
towards the city limits.

They just came out of the underpass.

Palma, go towards Villa Torini.
Then straight ahead until the crossing.

They've just reached the alley.

Attention, Palma, you're almost there.

Got him, boss!

Now you're on your own.
Step on it.

Boss, he's here, he's arrived.

Let's dance, boys!

Don't shoot! Run!

Freeze, Dossena!

The way you caught me,

a mere traffic cop could've done that.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'll give you one last chance.

- But make it fast.
- Yes, fast.

And he simply got away,
just like that?

Just be patient.

I'm sure there'll be a second time.

There's always a second time.

Right, Palma?

Are you ready?

Let's go.