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"WHEN GOD HANDS YOU A GIFT, HE ALSO HANDS YOU A WHIP;

AND THE WHIP IS INTENDED SOLELY FOR SELF-FLAGELLATION."

TRUMAN CAPOTE

Hey, Vallanzasca, get moving!

Wait, I've got hot water for once! Damn!

Yeah, you're using it all up. Now, stop. Come on!

Hands off, dickhead!

How many times have I told you to speak proper Italian to me?

Don't speak slang to me. Get it, dickhead?

Let's go.

ISOLATION UNIT

MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON

ARIANO IRPINO 1981

Vallanzasca Renato.

Number 38529-H.

Born in Milan on May 4th, 1950.

It may sound strange to you, but I never could stand bullies...

...not even as a kid.

In fact, my first job was freeing the circus animals.

You can't leave a tiger caged up like that.

My first gang was made up of Antonella...

...my little sister from Naples who lived upstairs from me...

...Enzo, a braggart even at that age...

...and Giorgio, an altar boy who later entered the seminary.

I almost forgot, there was Faustino too.

They nailed me for that tiger.

It was Giorgio's fault. He blabbed during confession.

All in all, reform school wasn't so bad.

It' was good training for my future career.

Then we started doing our first jobs.

Heaters, irons, household items, soccer balls...

...all stuff we'd keep in our secret clubhouse...

...and then sell at' a cheap price around the neighbourhood.

This heater's nice. I'm interested. But are you sure it works?

Yes, ma'am, it does. It does.

Kids grew up fast in those days.

So many things happened. Small things, big things.

That clay, for example, was a tough one.

Ennio was my brother, a god to me...

...the only person I really listened to.

His wife had died the week before. They said he had killed her.

They said it was my first step towards what I would become.

But I'm not so sure.

Hey! Dipshit! Listen to me!

Some are born cockroaches.

Dipshit!

Others scientists.

You bastard and your whoring mother--

Some are clerks, some Mother Teresa of Calcutta.

These guys in front of me, for example...

...were born to be guards.

And me, I was born to be a thief.

Angels of Evil

- Mr. Taxi, they let you out! - Hi, Pino.

GIAMBELLINO DISTRICT, MILAN 1972

Pino, still stealing cheese?

- Who told you? - You fucking stink.

- Take a shower after work! - Leave me alone!

- Hi, Renato! - Hey!

Hi, Renatino!

Hey, Renato. This is a friend of mine.

You treat yourself well!

Am I supposed to drink your backwash? Fuck, order something!

A drink!

- Hey! A drink for Renato! Come on! - Well?

See that brunette?

I had her come just for you, Renatino.

Only dances with girls and hasn't put out for anyone.

The Calabrian?

Nothing to it, watch this.

Careful, Renato, she'll make you look like an idiot.

What's your name?

He'll screw her. Renato's great.

Come with me, I'll show you something really nice.

Let me in.

Sure, Renatino.

Strip.

I want you naked before this cigarette burns out.

No, I'm not up for it.

Baby...

...my cigarette's almost out.

What are you playing at?

I saw how you were looking at me.

- Take it off. - Stop. You'll tear it!

Stay put. I'll do it myself.

See? That's it.

Good girl.

Give them to me. Fuck, what class!

Spit out your gum.

Wait, before you put it in, put the money on the table.

You know what? You broke my balls.

You made me go soft.

Like I'd waste my time with a fucking Zulu like you, goddamn it!

Wait!

What do you want?

Give them back.

Know what I think?

You and I can be friends.

Know what I think? You're one smart cookie.

- Come on, take the money. No lip. - All right.

What are you doing? Give it here.

I'll throw in the bombs, but no less than a grand.

Take this now and I'll give you the rest next week.

- Pull the safety or it won't fire. - I know.

- I don't have a girlfriend, you know? - It doesn't work.

- What's wrong? - That dickhead put a hole in my foot!

Christ, fuck, don't touch it! What the fuck did you do?

Stay calm! Don't move!

I knew it.

I'm a dickhead because I knew it.

I swear I knew it.

You play with a submachine gun like a couple of idiots.

Fuck! Look at the blood, Renato.

Shut up. Get that shoe off.

You won't bleed to death.

Come on. Use your scarf, tie it here.

You two.

Weapons aren't for shooting, weapons are for scaring.

You understand?

When it's time to shoot, you have to be good.

Okay?

"Good" meaning what?

Meaning there's no turning back.

- How's your foot? - It fucking hurts.

Did you use my salve?

What salve, Renato? I lost a toe!

Be careful, those guys overdo it with that stuff, understand?

Be careful yourself. What if he'd hit your pecker?

There.

Slam into him good. Go.

Open.

Give me the keys to the back. Come on, the keys to the back!

The keys to the back, shit!

Give him the fucking keys!

Come on! Fast! Hurry, Enzo!

Fucking moron, give me those keys or I'll shoot you!

Pull those keys out! Come here.

You dickhead, give me the keys!

- Pull those fucking keys out! - Fuck, give us the keys!

Hey, guys, here!

Come here with that car!

Watch out! Watch out!

The engine got flooded! Fuck, it doesn't start!

Fuck, what did you do?

Take off! Fuck, the cops! Push it! Push it!

Listen to me. You get offended.

You get offended, but you shouldn't.

I said, you bought that suit in a department store, it shows.

Stop, Renato! You're boring.

Excuse me, see this? You can tell by the buttons, by the lapels.

By the buttons, by the lapels. Beautiful, yes.

You can see this is a tailor-made suit. Are you fucking joking?

It's from Florence!

This is the future, it's from New Zealand.

It's a new kind of wool.

Yeah, New Guinea!

Listen to who's talking!

Hey, that's Francis Turatello.

Did you see? It's him, all right.

Listen to me. See my shoes?

- Renato, it's Francis Turatello! - I know. I saw him. So?

That's Ciccio Banana!

If he hears you call him that, you're fucked.

I asked for champagne an hour ago.

Come here.

I asked for champagne over an hour ago. Do I need to make a written request?

A little patience.

Patience, my foot!

You go around the tables...

...wagging your tail for big shots.

- Who are those guys? - They're from the outskirts of the city.

They look cocky. They're in the wrong place.

All right. We don't care, do we?

As usual, right, Francis?

Get that fucking champagne! Please. Be a good boy. We're thirsty.

- Like it? - Yes, yes. I love it.

Good.

Fuck, that's Antonella!

- Where? - There!

- That's not Antonella. - It is!

Fuck, that's Antonella.

Antonella!

- Enzo, Renato? - Antonella!

- Excuse me. - Make it fast.

Oh, my gosh!

Little sister! You've bloomed!

Come off it!

- Hi, dummies! - Let me hug you!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing, sitting with the big shots?

I have nice friends! What do you think?

I got married, I opened a shop on Montenapoleone.

You do Francis' hair too?

I do. Who's this pretty girl?

My woman.

- Hi. Antonella, a pleasure. - Consuelo.

She's my little sister. We grew up together.

Me, her and this jerk were always together.

She used to give me the pieces of cheese she stole at the dairy.

- Do you like it? - You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy.

- Come on top of me. - All right.

Beautiful!

Who the fuck is that?

Who's that?

Something's wrong.

What do we do?

Fucking hell! You dickheads!

Oh! What the fuck's going on?

This is a search warrant. Are you Renato?

Why beat down the door? You could wait for me to open.

Search everywhere. Be thorough.

Come here, honey. Come here.

If you'd get out, we could get dressed.

- Calm down. Calm down. - All right.

Tell me what you're looking for.

I know exactly what I'm looking for.

Commissioner?

Vallanzasca, what's 77 divided by four mean?

How the fuck should I know? Play the numbers in the lottery.

I'll tell you, 77,000 is the heist and four is the number of robbers.

Does the Supermercati Lombardi security van ring a bell?

Playing dirty? Where did you find that?

I found it in the umbrella stand, commissioner.

- Umbrella stand? - Yeah.

That's a riot! Do I look like the umbrella type?

There's no umbrella stand!

I'm wrong, it was in the underwear drawer. You wear those, right?

Son of a bitch.

You lose, Vallanzasca. Take them both away. The girl too.

Commissioner, she has nothing to do with this.

The judge will decide.

Handcuff them both!

SAN VITTORE PRISON, MILAN

NOVEMBER 1972

Address?

Via Vincenzo Monti.

Via Vincenzo Monti.

Put that cigarette out, please.

What number?

I don't remember.

Jeez, he doesn't remember.

Didn't I say to put that out? Come on!

- Go fuck yourself. - What? What did you say?

Go fuck yourself.

Sergeant, drop it. He's a touchy son of a bitch.

I'm out of here in a week, careful.

Are you fucking threatening me?

Listen up, dipshit! In here, I'm the one who-

BARI PRISON, June 1973

She was four ells wide She was beautiful, she was good

She was wise, that big wench

She had the colour of milk and wine

She was Giovannino's treasure

I had a 12-hour train ride.

Know what that means?

And I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant, do you see?

I sent a telegram to you and to Renato.

If you don't let me see him, I'll chain myself to the gate, understand?

If I may, Vallanzasca. Raise your arm, I'll untie you.

Does it hurt here?

You piece of shit.

My woman put the fear of God into you!

Shave, make yourself presentable.

Yeah, what the fuck? Will makeup do?

We'll find something for the bruises. Something the women use.

Malosso, go and look for it.

Are you serious?

Careful. I need to give you a shot.

You're so beautiful, my love!

What a belly!

Beautiful!

They wanted to send me away.

They said you'd been transferred. I raised hell.

You're my lioness.

- Hey. - How can I live without you?

Don't cry.

Another five years, it's hard. I can't make it.

Don't cry. I just said you're my lioness.

Hang in there, I'll think of something.

Yes. Tell me why you took the fall.

- You get six years and they walk. - Forget it. That was my decision.

You play the hero, and me?

You play the hero's woman.

What did they do to you?

Nothing. My balls are like melons. Forget it.

Bastards! What the fuck did you do to him?

Consuelo, settle down. You have to stay calm with this belly.

I promise, the two of you won't be on your own, you understand?

Yes.

I'll be out before the baby comes.

What a nice belly. Look at that belly! Look at that belly!

Hey, little guy! Come on out.

- Fuck all of you, you pieces of shit! - Adeli, call the commander!

Fuck all of you, you pieces of shit!

My son was born a month ago, you shitheads, and you don't tell me!

I want news about the transfer!

Goddamned fucking pieces of shit!

I'm telling you for the last time. Send me to Milan right now.

They barricaded themselves in the cell.

Milan now or we'll go all the way.

There'll be two corpses in this cell.

- Cut, you bastard! - I can't do it.

You bastard, cut!

Renato, I can't do it.

Vallanzasca, stop it. The transfer order is already here.

Show me the fucking order!

Give me the order, you fucking shit!

Go get that order!

SAN VITTORE PRISON, MILAN

three years later 1976

Here's my big guy. You've got so big!

You're growing so fast!

Give your daddy a kiss. Want to give your daddy a kiss?

Want to give your daddy a kiss?

- Come on! - Give him back, he's tired.

He's tired? Why is he tired?

He's not sleeping well at night.

Why isn't he sleeping well?

He's edgy, I don't know.

You're edgy? Then you're just like your daddy!

You're not sleeping? Is that true?

Good boy, play with this ball.

Wow, you're in a great mood.

Are you sick? What's wrong? Got your period?

Why did you cut your hair?

Why? Why?

What? Am I not allowed?

Listen, how do you get by? How do you get by?

Do you masturbate?

Yes or no? I jerk off like hell.

Renato, it's not funny.

It's not funny? Are you seeing someone?

No.

It's been three and a half years, are you seeing someone?

I'm not seeing anyone.

- You're not seeing anyone? - No.

I can tell. Are you screwing someone?

- No. I'm not screwing anyone. - Tell me. Fuck, tell me.

I said I'm not.

Give me my son for a minute.

Come to Daddy.

When Daddy gets out, you know where he'll take you?

To the beach! Want to go?

I'm seeing someone.

I want a normal family for him.

A father who picks him up from school.

Tell me who.

What does it matter?

What does he do?

- He's a businessman. - In what?

Buttons.

Don't be a bitch.

We have to go. He has to eat.

Consuelo.

Don't be a bitch, understand?

Guard! Guard!

BASSI HOSPITAL MILAN

Here's your medicine.

- Good night. - Bye.

Here. Don't squander it all on whores.

Yo, guys!

Come on, Maria, we're busting him out. It will be my pleasure.

I care, he's a friend.

- Renato. If only they were all like you. - Forget it. You know what?

Small change isn't enough anymore...

...because if you get caught, they lock you up and throw away the key.

We have to aim higher...

...but it takes a certain calibre of people.

A top-notch team.

I called Sergio, who you don't know.

He's a bread-stick rep, but he's a natural.

He's an ace with a submachine gun.

Here he is.

Then there's Faustino.

A childhood friend, we did time in reform school together.

He's a great guy.

Done some top-quality work lately. Top quality.

He's the bravest guy I ever met.

LODI PRISON

Then there's your husband.

Beppe can go 125 miles an hour on a motorbike!

We're breaking you out of here! Catch this piece.

Hey, guys. If anyone wants to come along...

...olly, olly oxen free!

You understand, Maria?

No exaggeration, with your husband and these two...

...I could easily steal the chair...

...from under the pope's ass while he says Mass at St. Peter's.

If we're good, we'll have a team like no other in Italy.

We'll blow the lid off this city.

We'll blow the lid off the hinterland of all of Milan and Lombardy.

We'll bleed them of their last cent.

A moment of attention! Please, down on the floor.

Relax. We're professionals. No one will get hurt.

Mr. Manager, please cooperate and we'll be gone in a minute.

Ma'am, down on the floor. Like the others. Don't you see?

Don't look at me! Keep your head down!

Come on, use the bags. Use the bags.

Very good.

Quick and painless! Good job, everybody!

Please stay down for a few minutes. Thank you.

Horrible writing. You learn to write in night school?

- What's wrong with it? - It sucks.

Hands up! Behave and nothing will happen!

Everybody down on the floor! Hands up!

Why did you wait so long?

Don't look at me.

Open your fucking hands! I'm talking to you!

Good job. You're good.

Keep on like this and we'll hire you. Good job.

Hey, Robin Hood. Are you trying to make the neighbourhood rich?

Good evening.

Thank you.

You are such a jerk!

- Who are those guys? - The guy with the glasses just shot up.

Why are you laughing? I don't see any women here.

The club is still empty. You'll see a lot of pussy here soon.

Francis' clubs are great. Believe me.

That's why I'm here. You're laughing, but where are the drinks?

Francis! I'm Enzo, remember me?

Yes, you're an associate of that freak, Renato.

So what?

I wanted you to meet Spaghettino, a friend from Sicily.

Yes, sure. Later. In the meantime, order a drink.

- See? - A bottle of champagne.

- He's really nice. - He sure is.

- Where in Czechoslovakia? - Brno.

- Never heard of it. - They make good beer.

What can you tell me?

Francis! I'm honoured by your hospitality.

My pleasure.

You took advantage of Manini's and Torinese's wives.

Next time I'll rip your balls off.

You son of a bitch!

Who's a son of a bitch?

What the fuck? I meant him, not Francis!

Are you nuts? Going around stabbing people!

You brought a rat in here.

What rat? How was I supposed to know?

Get the fuck out.

- I'll tell Renato. - Threatening me?

- Get out. - What are you looking at?

Get out of here! Take him out!

I was pissed off with Spaghettino, that's the truth.

How was I supposed to know he was screwing the wrong girls?

I didn't want to do a fucking thing to Francis.

And I wind up with a knife in my back.

Fifteen stitches.

You're stripping right here? Knock it off.

I'm sorry, but what can I do?

Listen, Antonella. We're all good guys, no need for bad blood between us.

He may be angel-faced and come from heaven itself...

...but we need to have a sit-down to clear this up.

So? Why are you telling me?

You do his hair, right?

- Meaning? - Look, we know you're thick as thieves.

- Fuck off, you idiot. I'm married. - Antonella, let's straighten this out.

Set up a meeting and that'll be that. Please.

All right. I'll see what I can do.

But watch out. Don't be so funny.

- You know who's backing Francesco. - I'm shitting my pants!

It's for his little brother Enzo, but it's really just an excuse.

He admires you and wants to meet you.

Meet with him if you can.

When he fixes on an idea, he's really stubborn.

I wouldn't want a war and he doesn't want to step on your toes.

I almost forgot.

Do you like it?

Thank you, Francesco, you're so sweet!

Thank you. It's beautiful.

Remember that I'm Francis Turatello.

He is Renato Vallanzasca. He has to know his place.

That way nothing will happen and we're all better off.

Five million.

A card, please.

TURATELLO'S CLUB

Six to the dealer.

A king. Nothing.

We lost.

The dealer has 10 million. This game! I've run out of money.

Wait a second.

Here it is. Dealer.

- A bomb! - Calm down!

- What the fuck are you doing? - Shut up, bastard!

Ladies and gentlemen, hands up.

Jewels and cash, please.

This is a fucking mistake. You're making a mistake.

Shut up! I can make all the mistakes I want.

Give me all the money. Come on.

Stay put, don't move. You turn around. Come on.

Is the fear of Ciccio Banana putting you all to sleep?

They did not show up with a knife.

They had a grenade. They were armed to the teeth.

What grenade? What are you saying? Only you saw it.

- Francis. - Listen, Carmelo.

You came all the way from Catania to be made a fool?

You'll be back to making toast and sandwiches.

Francis, the guys at the door were asleep.

I was in there by myself and I tried to avoid a massacre.

Was I wrong? Was I wrong, Joseph?

- No. It's true, Francis. - Shut up.

Thirty million in money orders.

"A lot of good guys in jail are eating great, despite you. R.V."

Vallanzasca has more balls than brains.

We made him look like a big man, with my money!

Francis, first he takes your money, then the club, next he'll take you!

Then take care of it!

- Give me 24 hours... -24 hours, Carmelo?

- You got 12 hours. Let's go! Now! - Okay.

Three cowards. Useless!

- We start with Comasina. - Let's kill them all.

Fuck. I have another idea.

- How will you cut it? - Just a trim. One centimeter.

All right.

Hi.

Put your foot down.

Is that your son?

His daddy's spitting image.

Let's go, Lucio.

Hello, Renato? Hello?

Catch up to them.

On the side.

- Who's this fucking idiot? - Signal Francis.

What the fuck is it?

Some asshole is on Redhead's tail.

Pass him.

Speed up. Come on.

They're still following us. Slow it down a bit.

What the fuck do you want?

You, piece of shit, I'll kill you.

Fuck off!

Son of a bitch.

Let's stay out of town for a few days now.

We should learn from the Calabrians.

Lock the poor fool in your house and rake in the dough...

...no shots, no sweat.

It's obvious kidnapping gets you more than robbery, of course.

Don't worry, I'll convince Renato even if he doesn't like the idea.

He's Renatino and I created Renatino, you know!

I get to the counter, I look over it.

Fuck, a mountain of money.

An army of clerks counting bills, sorting them and putting them in bags...

...like Scrooge McDuck.

Then two sheriffs come, load it all on a cart...

...that looks like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow...

...and take it to the back rooms.

What is it? Is it the mint?

The tax office in Piazza Vetra.

In the centre of Milan?

If a pin drops, World War Three breaks out.

23 OCTOBER 1976

The outlaw who killed State Police Officer Bruno Lucchesi and wounded another...

...is Renato Vallanzasca from Milan.

He's a dangerous bank robber.

It happened on the Florence Sea highway.

The stolen car that the bandit was driving...

...was being chased because it was going 125 miles an hour.

The car was stopped at the Montecatini exit.

As the officers were checking his documents, he fired.

Last September, Vallanzasca escaped from the Bassi Hospital in Milan...

Driving license number 49--

I wanted to get here fast, so I was flooring it.

I made two or three passes.

The state police pulled me over.

In the mess...

...instead of giving them my fake license...

...I gave them yours.

Excuse me, Nunzio.

You go zigzagging at 125 miles for no reason and then get yourself stopped.

Hightail it at least! Why in the world kill a state cop?

He's fucking right. Why leave a witness then?

Plug the other cop too, you piece of shit.

What's he saying? Shut up, idiot!

Don't run off at the mouth. Think! Now there's a corpse...

...and all the cops are after us!

Thanks to His Lordship, it all changes.

All right. Renato, if you say so...

...I'll turn myself in.

Oh, please, should I shed a tear?

Fuck, don't you realise? He gave them Renato's license!

Anybody else's, who'd give a fuck?

But Renato's gets us all caught!

Understand? Fuck! You're an asshole!

Fuck off, you piece of shit junkie!

He's never fucked up, right?

He's a shithead.

Well, partner?

This changes everything.

What do we do about tomorrow's job?

Do we forget it?

- Go back north? - And then what?

We all enter the seminary?

There's no turning back now.

I agree.

- The tip's good. - Yeah, it's an easy job.

- We'll recoup expenses, head to Milan. - All right.

- Ladies and gentlemen, hello. - Down! Face down. Face down!

This is a robbery. Get your hands down, you'll only make things worse.

The manager! Who's the manager? Come on. The manager!

- I am. - Here he is!

Come on, little gnome, would you take me to the safe?

- It's not... - Listen, I'm already a little edgy.

Take me to the safe, get going! Get going! Come on!

Give me the money, move it!

Are you dead today?

- You're slow, come on. Make it fast. - All right.

Come on.

Fuck!

Fuck it all!

Careful.

Come on, give it here.

Give it to me. You are not so stupid. Give it to me.

What did you do?

Let's go.

Renato. He wanted to be a hero.

You're a dickhead, Enzo. Look at him. He can't even stand up.

We can't risk our lives because you're an asshole!

What the fuck do you want from me?

- Are you trying to teach me my own job? - Do you realise what you've done?

Renato! Do you hear the way they talk to me?

- Stay home for a while. And keep quiet! - But...

You stay home as long as I'll tell you to. Understand?

Let's get out of here.

Come on, let's get out of here! What the fuck are we doing here?

The city of Andria is still very upset after yesterday's bloody robbery.

The robbers belong to a dangerous gang of criminals. ..

...and have been identified.

One of them, Renato Vallanzasca from Milan, was already wanted...

...for the murder of State Police Officer Bruno Lucchesi...

...who was killed near Pistoia.

The police are relentlessly searching for the robbers all over Italy.

These sausages are big and fat.

So tomorrow?

At 8:00. Nunzio will be waiting there.

Don't look at me like that, we're just going to look around.

I could even go alone.

That's right. I'll go alone.

So we won't draw too much attention.

- Do you think I would let you go alone? - Renato, I told you, the job can't be done.

Piazza Vetra is crawling with plain-clothes cops.

Work it out among yourselves, who's coming, who's not.

I'm going to take a look.

Look what I found, a bottle of Barbera wine.

Are the sausages ready?

Why won't this fucking car go?

You've really got it in for me! But I'm not going to be the bad guy this time.

Fuck it all! Fuck it all! Damn car.

Put that thing down. Help me.

Come on! Stop!

- Come on, don't fuck things up. - Listen to me. Don't bust my balls.

- I'm fucking fed up. - Enzo, are you...?

Shut up!

Why do you want to stay here?

Quit busting my balls. Watch it. Understand?

- They'll arrest us. - Shut up!

They'll arrest us if we stay here.

Stop! I said stop!

I don't see anything.

Renato!

Come here.

How the fuck did he find us? Asshole.

Renato.

Renato.

Renato, it's Enzo. Open up.

- Fuck. Renato, open up! - Your little brother's here.

Hi, Renatino.

You must excuse me.

I wanted to come by the other day, but these days a guy never knows what to do.

What the fuck are you talking about, Enzo?

- There was a little problem. - Little Enzo is sick.

What the fuck are you saying? How do you come up with that crap?

Renatino, let me in.

Enzo.

Drop the weapon.

The gun. Put the gun down, Enzo.

Okay.

Renatino.

- My little brother. - Enzo, sit here, calm down.

Sit here.

Look at yourself. Shit!

What happened? What happened?

It's been quite an evening.

He wanted to make a roadblock, Renato.

The police chased after us. It got all screwed up, we had to take off.

At some point we ran out of gas.

We needed a car...

...so we stopped a guy.

You won't believe this, Renato.

The guy went into reverse, trying to escape.

I had to shoot.

I had to.

Is he dead?

We're all dead.

What the fuck are you saying, Enzo? Calm down.

- Renato, it's full of snipers out there. - There's nobody.

- Not only snipers... - There's nobody.

- Calm down, Enzo. Calm down. - We're all dead. Renato. We're all dead.

- Sure. - Renato! We're all dead!

Sure. We're all dead.

Renato! Renato! We're all dead, Renato!

Help! It's full of snipers out there!

Cut it out! There are no snipers. Where are the snipers, dickhead?

They'll kill us! Renato! Renato! They'll kill us!

- I'll show you. Come and see. - No! Renato! No!

- Dickhead! Fuck you and your snipers! - Renato! No! Renato!

Drop the fucking gun. See? See all the snipers?

Renato!

Come and see. It's full of snipers.

Come see how many snipers there are! One sniper there, one here.

I see them! I see them!

- They'll hear us. - Fuck you and your snipers. Dickhead!

I'll wait for you in the car.

Careful. Everything's okay.

Good morning. Cappuccino and croissant, please.

- Coffee for me. - All right. Just a moment.

The guys?

The guys?

- Sorry, who? - Have the guys come by?

- What guys? - The guys.

Are you kidding me? I'm Bonelli from Central, remember?

I come here twice a week. Have the boys come by already?

Please go in, Mr. Bonelli.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Is Felici still in the back there? - Straight ahead.

You, with the cigarette, watch it or I'll report you.

- Yes? - What?

-Identify yourself. - Who's in charge here?

Who gave you permission to work like this? Tex Willer?

Fuck!

Careful!

Down! Down! Down!

Hey!

No!

Fools! Fools!

Who was there? His sister?

No, his mother.

She said she doesn't want your money.

Find his sister, give it to her.

Antonella, where are you going?

Oh, God.

Do you know anything about the cops that rang at my folks' door?

What did you expect? You killed two of them.

So?

I don't want anyone to die.

But they do their job and they get paid for shooting at me.

Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?

Do you realise what a mess you've made?

You want to wage war on the world?

Where are you going? Where are you going?

Where the fuck are you going?

- Let go of me. Let go of me. - Antonella.

Give me a hug. Give me a hug, damn it!

Renato, you must stop it.

Yeah?

Tell your son you'll be picking him up from the morgue...

-...with his balls in his mouth. - Fuck off.

Let's go to bed.

Come here!

Come here.

Let's see your gun.

Give me your documents, your licenses.

Tedde Paolo, resident in Milanetto, Piazza Maggiore, 3.

Gualtieri Francesco, Rho, Via Treviglio, 14.

I'll keep these.

If you take it out on innocent people again--

You have families too. Relatives, kids, mothers, fathers?

Leave my old man alone, okay?

Do we understand each other?

Do we understand each other? Good.

Scaghone, of L'informazione.

What were you like before becoming the outlaw Vallanzasca?

I'm not a victim of society.

My family's not poor and I could have done something else.

But I chose to steal.

So it was just on a whim?

Spoken just like my friend Fausto Benestati...

...who, in Piazza Vetra a few days ago...

...was killed in cold blood by a cop...

...as he lay defenseless on the ground.

- But-- - But you didn't write that in the paper.

- But that's just your version. - Yes.

Don't forget a cop died. What will you do?

I CARRY A BOMB IN MY POCKET I WON'T BE TAKEN ALIVE

No more robberies.

I'll have to find something to do, something that pays me well.

Then I might even retire.

MILAN, 1977

Monzini, yearly turnover, 80 billion.

Rangelli, yearly turnover, 63 billion.

Or there's Cosimini, 45 billion.

Listen to me.

If we have to kidnap someone...

...let's take the daughter of this guy who wants to buy Inter.

Fuck,yeah. We all root for Milan anyway!

But let's kidnap Ronzoni, the engineer too. We'll take two.

Let's speed it up. We get 10 billion, then head to South America.

Don't turn, don't turn, go straight that way.

Stay calm and you'll be fine.

Or else I'll have to hang you upside down like a ham.

I wouldn't want to do that.

Drink this, you'll feel better. Come on. It's just a few drops of Valium.

Here's some clean stuff.

You'll be fine until tomorrow, then you can buy what you want.

You can move freely in this room and the bathroom.

No one will disturb your privacy.

Can I know who you are?

With all this bravado, you're taking a high risk.

No offence, but where do you live?

Don't you read the papers?

- How old is your Marco? - He's 8.

I have a son too. Don't worry, madam. Just consider it as a kind of protection.

You don't know who you might bump into. Sardinians, Calabrians.

You risk ending up as pig food.

Engineer! Come, madam. Come.

Let's give him some pants, pack a bag for him.

Nice to meet you. I'm Renato Vallanzasca.

It's a pleasure.

Please, Mr. Vallanzasca, bring me back soon.

You'll be fine, we know your habits.

One of Rosario's girlfriends.

Two, three, four...

I'd say we're set for a few years. Do we stop here?

What do we do about Magenta, just drop it?

No! After two weeks?

Honestly, I'd like to get Magenta back.

Look, villas aren't cheap in Brazil!

Okay, but after this one, Renato, I'm done.

Why?

I'm done. I talked it over with Maria. I'm done.

Fuck, his mummy won't give him permission.

Come on, I'm teasing.

Look at you, Beppe.

I've never seen you look so elegant on the job. What happened?

Nice, huh? Pure cashmere coat.

The Loro Piana suit's a gift from Maria.

- A big Tex Willer belt. - No! Where did you find this beauty?

It's so handy. I can pull out my piece in a sec.

The last sane one in the group has flipped.

But, Renato, it works! Cut it out, come on.

- Do we go via Bergamo? Or this exit? - Let's take this exit.

- Fuck. - Watch out. Those guys are here for us.

Come on, Renato. Fuck!

- Beppe! Where's Beppe? - Beppe's dead, fuck!

- Where's Beppe? - He's fucking dead!

Police and Carabinieri are hunting for the criminals...

...who fled after killing Officers D'Andrea and Barbarini in cold blood.

Clues point to the Vallanzasca gang.

The criminal who was killed had already been reported--

We ran him over, Sergio.

We crushed him like an animal. It' made a horrible sauna'.

He was already dead, Renato. He was already dead.

His bones, fuck! His bones, Sergio.

It sounded like wood cracking.

Fuck. Beppe, fuck.

He felt nothing. He was already dead.

If it happens to me, drive over me 10 times. I won't give a fuck.

Understand? I won't give a fuck, Renato. If the cops get us, we're dead.

If the Carabinieri do, they'll lock us up and throw away the key.

They're scouring entire neighbourhoods to find us, Renato.

The best thing we can do now is lay low for a while.

I have friends in Rome who'll help. We can ask them.

We must be careful. They're untrustworthy bastards.

Okay? Okay.

On my way to you, I must have seen 10 police roadblocks.

- You got a doctor for Renato? - Of course, that's our first priority.

Are these people reliable?

They run things in Rome.

Cigarettes and medicine.

Come on in.

- Hey, beautiful. - Hi.

- Can I put it here? - Yes. Put it there.

- Here are the keys. - Thank you.

- Don't forget. Don't ask any questions. - Hi, welcome. I'm Carmen. And you?

I'm Ciccio to you.

I told you not to talk.

Listen, Renato, we're in the apartment next door.

We're off to get the surgeon who will fix you up.

- Don't screw too much, you're too weak. - Water.

Well, Ciccio...

...I've been warned, so I won't ask questions.

But if you need something, just ask.

What is it?

Can't sleep?

Does it look like I'm sleeping? Be a good girl.

- Hello? - Put' him on. Right now!

Here he is.

The whole world's moving. It's over. Some son of a bitch sold us out.

Hello?

ROME, 15 FEBRUARY 1977

Who are you?

- I'm loaded with TNT. Understand? - It's for your own good.

- I'll blow up the whole place. - Relax.

No, you fucking relax! You relax, dickhead!

I know you want me dead, you piece of shit.

I don't want to die, okay? But if I die, we all do.

Calm down. We don't even know who you are.

Who are you? Carabinieri or police?

Colonel Fassi, Carabinieri.

I don't believe you. Show me your ID. Pass me your ID through the door.

I'll pass the ID, but don't shoot me.

I won't shoot you. Don't worry. I give you my word.

What's your name? Who are you?

I'm Christopher Columbus!

Christopher Columbus!

Flat on the floor to avoid any machine-gun fire...

Vallanzasca gave himself up to the Carabinieri this morning at 6:00.

What you'll hear now is an excerpt of an impromptu dialogue...

...between Vallanzasca and the reporters immediately after his arrest.

He used a shockingly haughty tone.

Renato, you said you only needed one call to escape abroad.

Why didn't you make it?

- It was too soon. - Renato, why do you kill?

To defend myself.

- Why did you come to Rome? - I like the city.

- How are you? How do you feel? - My ass hurts. I can hardly stand.

And the girl? The girl you were with?

- A girl? - Yes.

There was a girl? I wasn't aware.

Do you think you're Italy's number one outlaw?

Maybe. Maybe. But you're the ones who say it.

- How's your rapport with Turatello? - Not the best.

- Did he rat you out, Renato? - I don't think he has sunk that low.

Is that true the crime world has abandoned you?

- We'll see. - So who betrayed you?

I don't know. But these things come out sooner or later. ..

...and when they do, things will happen that I won't talk about now.

Renato Vallanzasca's violent criminal career ended in just a few hours.

This is the sheet where Vallanzasca was lying.

It is still bloodstained. Who is this criminal, this street bandit?

Renato Vallanzasca shot two police officers...

The hall is crowded with photographers...

...Renato Vallanzasca, ridiculing...

The Minister of the Interior came to the station...

...where Vallanzasca is held and congratulated the Carabinieri.

Renato Vallanzasca is now in Santo Spirito Hospital in Rome.

Police and Carabinieri keep a close watch on him.

He will be operated on in the late afternoon.

Are you the surgeon?

Yes, I am. I'll be operating on you.

Let's do a neat little job, doctor.

I need to be in shape...

-...so I can jump over the prison walls. - I understand.

- The bullet is under the iliac bone. - Proceed.

- To avoid complications, it's best left. - We need the bullet for the trial.

It's your responsibility, then.

Who is it?

What do you want?

What's happening?

- What do you want? - Leave him alone!

You here to watch? Help us.

Shut up!

He brought no money here!

- Where's the fucking 100 million? - We don't have the money!

What the fuck are you saying? Show me where the money is!

Dear Renato, it's 3:00 a.m. in the morning. My husband is sleeping.

I'm in the bathroom, I'm writing.

Since I saw you on TV with your evil sneer, I can't stop thinking about you.

Renato, my name is Letizia and I have been. ...

When I saw you, I knew you were the man of my dreams...

- Are they all for Vallanzasca? - Yeah, officer.

I hope you receive my letters. Why don't you write back?

Renato, since I saw you, I keep thinking about you.

My husband doesn't know what I'm doing.

You know what? I'll send you my picture.

You know, since the moment I saw you, all I think of is you.

Please write back to your Giuliana.

Vallanzasca, there are some packages for you.

Tell us something.

Hey, if you gave me a thousand lira for every photo you took of me...

...I'd have bought off the pope by now.

- Renato, I'm Giuliana. - Who?

Giuliana, remember? Your Giuliana. I wrote to you.

Thank you.

Renato? Renato!

I'm Gay from Radio Popolare. Did you get the interview proposal?

Yes, yes, yes. I got it. I got it.

You know what? Give me a few months.

As soon as I escape, I'll come in for it personally.

Thank you. I'm counting on it!

How far were you from Officer Lucchesi when the man shot him?

I was still standing next to the squad car...

...not more than 25 feet from the murderer.

Are you sure the man who fired the gun and Renato Vallanzasca...

...are one and the same person?

Yes, Your Honour.

The same person.

Murderer!

If you were somewhere else and not at the wheel of the stopped car...

...how could the murderer have given...

...a fake license with your picture?

I already told you. I told you.

Long story short, I needed a new fake ID...

...and someone was bringing me one...

...where I was vacationing.

I'll say it once more.

Give this person's name and it's likely the charges will be dropped.

What planet is he from? I did it.

Yes, I did it. Okay.

He says it was me. I did it. I'm the one who killed that cop in Montecatini.

All right? That doesn't change much anyway.

But I want to say something.

You're incriminating me for lots of things I didn't do.

The crimes I did commit, though, you haven't even investigated.

Which says a lot about the incompetence and blatant errors...

...of this country's investigating services.

It's not your place to decide the topic of the discussion.

You just have to answer my questions accurately.

No, then we don't understand each other. We don't understand.

If you think I came to tell you what you want to hear...

...you're terribly wrong. Either let me say what I want or--

All right. All right. The court is adjourned.

I'm not interested in talking to you. I'm leaving.

Have the trial by yourselves.

In accordance with section 583, 416 and 589...

He's a touchy one, this judge!

...of the Italian Penal Code...

...the defendant, Renato Vallanzasca, is sentenced to life in prison.

Plead partial insanity for a reduction of the sentence.

REBIBBIA PRISON, ROME, 1979

That's bullshit, counsel. It's plain I'm perfectly sane...

...but my leg hurts more and more. I don't know why.

You help me get it fixed up and I'll escape.

You go around telling everyone you want to escape, but you shouldn't!

Excuse me, colleague. Excuse me. May I have a word?

My client, Turatello, is coming. There'll be chaos.

They did a great job on your ass.

Get well soon. I won't fight an invalid.

You piece of shit! Come here!

- Settle down! - Come here, you piece of shit!

- Here I am! What are you going to do? - I'll bust up your face!

What? You'll bust up my face?

Settle down. You had better calm down, Renato.

Let go of me!

You choose where and when. Are you the boss of bosses or not?

- Open the door! Come on! - And comb your hair more properly!

- Renato, what are you doing? - Mind your own business.

You mustn't worry about this. I can say all that I want. Understand?

If I want to say I want to escape, I say it. It's my business. Yes, I want to escape!

Shit, I'll do as I please! You help me fix my leg up.

Hey, hey! Guys, come on. Pass me that ball!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Go back inside, today's the wrong day.

- Why don't you sit down? - You sit down.

- Come on, sit down. - You sit down, if you care so much.

All right? No more ceremony.

You started this all by sending Enzo into my club with a rat.

First of all, I didn't send him.

Second, you shouldn't have sent him back with a knife wound.

- All right. Let's just say it was a slip-up. - A slip-up?

Then I ask for a meeting and you treat me like an asshole. Another slip-up?

Hey! So then you hold up my club and make me a laughing stock?

So then you go after my son like a piece of shit Mafioso?

Your son? What the fuck are you talking about?

You sent two guys to threaten my ex and my son...

...like a piece of shit Mafioso! Did you forget?

I didn't send anyone! I would never do anything like this!

I swear, when I find out who did it, I'll send you his head on a platter.

What are you trying to pull? Are you fucking with me?

I'm not fucking with you. I want to save your ass, all right?

And why's that?

I don't know, it was love at first sight.

I have a soft spot for you.

Fuck, there's no such thing as a serious discussion with you.

Let me lean on you, I can't stand up anymore.

What the fuck did they do to you?

How's it going?

You're sure he was a surgeon before he killed his wife?

Calm down. He'll make you good as new.

Gauze.

They left you a nice little present. It was developing gangrene.

They left gauze in my ass, those bastards!

I have nothing to sew it with.

He has to take meds every day and not move for two weeks.

- Then he can get back on the crutches. - Take care of him.

- Okay, Francis. - Good job, Barna.

Thank you.

I'm moving into the next cell in a few days.

Your ass aside, you're in trouble.

You'll get another couple of life sentences.

Speak for yourself.

You're getting a few years too.

Rumour has it your Sicilian driver wants to take over.

When you get out, are you going to be his butler?

That piece of shit was planted there by the Catanians.

They're flooding Milan with their heroin and now they want my clubs.

I'm going to have to smash a few heads.

I'll smash them one by one, like melons.

Jesus, what are they thinking?

You know, it's the perverse fantasies of the Italian housewife.

Renato.

- Yes? - Renato.

What the fuck is so funny?

I got a terrific idea.

- Which is? - You have to get married.

What do you mean, Francesco?

You get married and I'll be your best man. We'll be bound by the ring.

- Get married yourself. - I'm already married.

You've got a screw loose!

- I'll explain it tomorrow. - Explain it now.

No, go to sleep. Good night.

No, explain it to me. I can't sleep. Tell me.

- Good night. - Fuck you, good night.

Renatino, believe me. I've thought of everything.

If you got married, it'd be in every paper across Europe.

If I'm your best man, it'd make the headlines in South America.

And if I said the pope will officiate?

Damn! Classy!

Wojtyla's a good sport. I'm not joking.

Just think, "Vallanzasca married by Wojtyla."

-"Turatello best man." - And Al Capone, altar boy.

And I thought I was a megalomaniac!

I'm not sure about the pope, but we can do the rest.

We'll silence everyone thinking we're waiting for the right moment...

...to stab each other in the back.

Camorra and Catanians.

See how worried those motherfuckers look.

We'll be a powerhouse with this wedding, in here and outside.

And who might the unlucky girl be?

What do you care? Draw her name from a hat.

Dear Giuliana, sorry I didn't reply right away.

Thanks for the pictures, they're beautiful.

You 're a queen in that bathing suit My queen.

The visit you asked for won't be easy...

...but I'll talk to the director today.

I have a surprise for you. I want to ask you--

I'll ask you when you're here in Rome.

I'm waiting for you, Renato.

I don't know. How will I break it to my father?

Where will we get married?

How about here at my place?

Here? In prison? Are you crazy? What will I tell my father?

Are you of age or not?

Look. I'll get on my knees.

Hey, wait a minute, can't you see I'm proposing?

I chose you over all of them. Make me happy, Giuliana.

- I don't know. I'm a little overwhelmed. - Listen, darling, I have to go now.

They need me for the table soccer tournament playoffs.

Take your time. Even a couple of days, okay?

Okay.

Open your blouse a little. Open it a little.

You're such a dummy, come on!

You're beautiful.

Open up, butler. Come on.

148 EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS LOVE AND SCANDAL

I'M MARRYING RENE' FOR TRUE LOVE

VALLANZASCA: A WIFE AGAINST LIFE SENTENCE

I can't bear it!

You sure know how to throw a party!

- Amazing, eh? - It's like the theatre of the absurd.

- When did you ever go to the theatre? - Forget it.

Listen, I have to tell you something.

They're transferring me the day after tomorrow.

The tough trials are starting.

- Fuck, that's how you tell me? - How should I have told you?

We just got married!

No honeymoon?

Anyway, we'll meet again soon.

Your best man won't leave you hanging.

- I love you. - Come on.

PAVIA PRISON

At the bank in Lodi, there was...

...Vac:is, Benestati...

...Di Serio, Cacace and Renato Vallanzasca.

But at the Credito Italiano in Como...

...there was me, Renato...

...Fumagalli and Benestati.

COURT OF MILAN

COURTROOM 81

- We delivered a case of weapons. - Do you remember where?

A house near Corso Lodi.

- Where, exactly? - Via Mincio.

There's an apartment at 24 Via Mincio in the name of Lo Piccolo Rosario.

Can you point out who received the weapons?

Yes, they're behind those bars.

Could you turn around and identify them for me by name?

The little guy is Lo Piccolo Rosario.

The man who just stood up is Renato Vallanzasca.

Good job!

NOVARA PRISON, 1981

I mean, we've got nothing to lose, right?

You're right, Renato.

I'm not going to just sit here...

...while some rat, a murderer just like you and me...

...walks free around the prison, soon to be released...

...because he sold us out and got a lot of good guys life sentences.

These people have to be wiped out in whichever jail, with whatever means.

I agree.

But if I fix a rat here, who'll guarantee me...

...that someone will knock off the guy in another jail who put me here?

You're so selfish, always thinking about yourself!

I mean, we have to be generous.

In life, you've got to have faith...

...because the Lord moves in mysterious ways, as our friend says.

I didn't talk!

I didn't talk!

You guys sold us out!

Beretta, calibre .765, with three bullets...

...found in a shoebox with a variety of candies.

Origin unknown, addressed to inmate Enzo Carlei.

Don't you get it? Candies? What candies? A gun?

Your custody arrangement will change.

I'm alone, who would send me a gun?

Who would send me a gun? I don't know!

We'll request to the ministry that you be transferred immediately.

- Take him to his cell. - What are you doing?

Take him to his cell.

Someone wants me dead, do you understand?

They're going to kill me and it's your fault! Do you understand?

This is the second.

The championship will be mine. It's easy to play this game.

Renato, if you can't do anything, it doesn't matter.

Enzo. What do you want me to do for you?

Do you want me to tell them, "No, stop, don't touch that rat.

You know, when we were kids we used to share our soup."

But listen.

Besides this act of infamy...

...is there anything else we should talk about?

Do you have something to tell me?

What?

Something that happened at my parents' house a while ago.

No.

Think about it, Enzino. Think hard.

- I don't know. - You don't know.

Okay. Bye, Enzo. See you around.

Go, go.

Shift change. Guys, it's time.

I made you look like shit today too.

Fuck off.

Give me the keys, come on! Give me the keys! Come on!

Open it. I said, open it!

Open up! Open up!

That's right. Move! Move, you bastard.

What are you doing?

Open this fucking door.

Move!

Open my cell too!

Open up! Open this door, come on!

Piece of shit.

Come on, guys! Let's go!

Everybody out!

Renato!

Renato! Renato.

We got the party started.

Your gift's waiting in his cell and the Texan's already taken care of.

This is for you.

Renato, if you don't want to do it, I will.

No, no. I'll handle it.

I have to talk to him first.

Renato, I'm your brother. Renato.

You have to save me Renato. Okay?

You have to save me. Renatino.

Enzo.

Get on your knees, come on. You're not worthy of talking to me.

- You're joking. - Get on your knees, Enzo.

You're joking, are you?

How could you do it?

- What? - How the fuck could you do it, Enzo?

What?

Don't cry. Be a man, Enzo. For once in your life, be a man.

Tell me how the fuck you could steal from my house!

- Beat up my parents. - Renato, it's me, Enzo!

- Be a man. - Renato, it's me, Enzo!

On your knees. On your knees. You're not worthy of talking to me.

I didn't do those things.

- Enzo. - I didn't do those things.

Tell me the truth, damn it. What the fuck did you do, Enzo?

What the fuck did you do? Why did you do it?

For the drugs.

- Why'd you do it? - For the drugs.

You did it for the drugs.

For the drugs!

You beat up my parents for drug money, you piece of shit?

- I'm sorry. - You piece of shit!

I love you.

Enzo, what the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Enzo?

I love you, you're my brother.

Let go of me. Fuck, let go of me. Give me that.

Kill him, Renato. He has to die!

Give me that, you piece of shit. Come on.

Take this, Enzo. Take it.

Take it. Enzo, take this knife.

- I can't do it. - Take this knife.

- Renato, I can't do it. - Enzo.

Stab me, because you're going to die, Enzo.

- Stab me, because you're going to die. - Renato.

Enzo, stab me. You're going to die!

You have to believe me, Renato. I'm not a murderer!

Come on! You fucking hit me!

Come. Come with us. Come.

Renato Vallanzasca led the riot in the maximum security prison in Novara.

A riot only in name because according to the other prisoners...

MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON

ARIANO IRPINO 1981

...it was a pretext to kill inmates

guilty of having informed on them.

Vallanzasca and his gang

have been transferred to other prisons.

Renato?

Renato?

Can I say hello?

- Who are you? - Gaetano.

Gaetano the Roman. Can I say hello?

Respect is fine, but I'm not the Virgin Mary.

Just say hello. If you want to say hello, just do it. Come on.

Renatino, that time when...

- When we had that argument-- - What argument?

Remember? In Cuneo. Don Raffaele was there too. I didn't want--

Don't worry. Don't worry.

I've always really admired you.

Everyone knows, for me you're one of the greats.

Did you hear me, Renato?

Anybody who takes the fall to save his own guys--

- The first one to walk into the bank-- - Quit busting my balls!

I said not to worry!

All right. All right, sorry. All right.

Hey! Gaetano!

Where are you from?

Badu 'e Carros.

- I have a brother-in-law there. - Yeah?

Any news from the world?

Juventus won the championship, Roma took second place.

- And Naples? - Third.

Was Juventus' victory clean? Or did they cheat?

It was so clean.

They invalidated a goal scored by Turone. So clean.

Anything else?

Nothing. By the way, it took five men to kill Turatello.

What are you talking about? They knocked off Turatello?

It happened two weeks ago.

- My God. - They split him wide open.

- Who did it? - I think the order came from outside.

But I don't want to know anything. I don't want to know anything.

BADU E CARROS PRISON

I know that the other inmates who were there didn't even lift a finger to help him.

Those same cowards said he died like a hero.

The look in his eyes petrified them when the first stab came.

You too.

Calm down.

Calm down. It has to be done, Francis.

There's a foul wind blowing. The rules are changing.

And this frenzy of murdering traitors has just added to the mass confusion.

So many innocent people are paying the price.

Now I only hope I won't have to bury you too.

Renato, I'm tired of morgues.

Faustino, Beppe.

And I want to remember Enzo too, our little brother.

Please, Renato, that's enough. Enough with all this blood.

I called Consuelo.

The boy is fine. Everything is all right.

He's going to middle school next year.

You're my first visitor since I got here. How did you swing it?

Renato. You know how much I love you.

Try to...

What?

Try to change or you'll die in here.

Change? Change how?

I was born to be a thief.

Fuck, stop!

You need to give up this shit. Stop playing jokes.

Fuck, you know what?

You're just a bunch of fucking sissies.

My father... Fuck! There's a man!

He really hurt me.

LIGURIAN APENNINES, 1987

Bosco, please, this is nonsense.

Corantoni did the night shift.

He couldn't take care of the prisoners' transfer too.

Yes, but you know...

One and two. The restaurant closes at 10.

I understand. Which one, sir?

Which one? Now, let's see...

Sergeant major, there are two beds in there and two in here.

There are three of us, that doesn't work.

Are you an idiot? Three of us, two beds.

Two of us sleep and the other guards the prisoner, don't you think?

- Let's see what we can do. - You guys really take the cake!

Obviously this one's for the prisoner. Come on.

There's a basin. There's a basin.

So if a guy's got to piss at night, there's no trouble.

Fuck, do I have to spell it out for you? Come on.

This must be his. We'll let him sleep here, then.

Officer, take the cuffs off him.

Let's check out the beds. Let's give it a search.

God, it stinks!

- It's okay, sergeant major. - All right.

All right. We'll take care of the bags later.

Mr. Vallanzasca, here are your bags.

Put them there. Thank you. Thank you. I'm tired.

All set, we'll lock the door. Have a good evening.

- Sergeant major! - What is it?

- Are you going to the restaurant? - Yes, we are going now.

- Can you get me something, please? - Pasta or meat?

Get me some fish, maybe some seafood.

- It's been ages since I had any. - Do you think this is The Excelsior?

- Listen, another thing, please. - Yes?

Keep it for me. I'm tired, I need some rest.

I'll knock when I'm hungry.

Vallanzasca, we'll see what we can do. Officer, come with me.

Pino, what are you getting?

Come forward!

Move it along! Go there!

Keep coming, come on! Move it along!

Move it along! Come on! Like this, yes!

Come on! Come on!

Free!

Free!

What kind of trouble did you two get into last night?

Look at your faces!

- We went dancing. - Yes, it shows.

It shows you went dancing.

You look familiar, you know? Where have I seen you? Damn.

- Maybe in a disco. - Do you sing in a band from Vigevano?

Well, I used to sing.

- In a group? - Yeah, yeah.

What's the name of the band?

The Comasina Band.

Yeah, I've heard them. You guys were great.

Yeah. We were great.

See if you like this band.

Wow, it's really cool!

Really cool!

You got a smoke?

Yes.

Yes. Thank you, Serena.

- Can I try these on? - Sure.

- How do I look? - You look very cool.

- Are you sure? - Yes, you're very cool.

Very cool.

Give me this, come on.

I got one thing from her and now I get one thing from you.

- And we're even. - You took 40 years off me in one day.

Antonella who? No, you have the wrong number.

Three, four... Three, four, five, three.

- Where are you now? - Here in Milan.

Then I'll wait for you. You know where, don't you?

- Yes. - Be careful.

Renato? Renato.

- Yes? - Dinner's ready.

Coming, Mum. Coming.

They're looking everywhere for him. Genoa, Liguria, the border, the Riviera.

But so far there's no trace of Renato Vallanzasca.

How he escaped is bewildering and up for debate.

Thank you.

Two million.

- Here. - Why?

In two days, I'll make back a hundred. Don't worry.

They opened the door and discovered he had escaped.

Something to defend yourself with.

What is it?

I don't need that.

Put it away, Dad.

Run away to South America.

Don't worry, Dad. Don't worry.

Bye, Mum.

He mixed with the 1000 people on board the ferry...

...and with the crowd at the pier.

Just one more minute.

We can make it curly if you like.

Then even your own mother wouldn't recognize you.

Sis, what's the matter?

It was a mistake to visit you.

No, no, sorry. I'm going through a very rough time.

Come here. Come here a moment.

I can't stand seeing you so sad.

My little sister.

You were just a child, an angel.

Take me with you.

- Don't be silly. Come on. - But I want to be close to you.

I'd never do that.

Excuse me. Could you tell me where Radio Popolare is?

Radio Popolare?

Piazza Santo Stefano.

It's the second left. Go past Piazza Fontana and Via Larga...

-...and you reach Piazza Santo Stefano. - Very kind of you.

And now what?

Now? Now nothing.

I feel like a shipwreck survivor.

Besides, that kind of crime, the way it used to be...

...the kind I was part of, doesn't exist anymore.

It's over.

Today...

...the kid who shoots an old lady...

...to steal 100,000 lire, I can't relate to him.

The only thing...

...I could tell him is that...

...the moment a man loses his self-esteem...

...believing there's no limit to violence...

...is the moment he's no longer a man.

Of course. Of course. But I'd like to ask you something.

You're thinking very clearly now, rationally...

...but you committed some very cruel crimes.

What can you say to our listeners?

Well...

...I understand the question.

I can't deny I did all sorts of things, you know?

Actually, I made some real messes.

But believe me, I'm not a bad person.

I just have a more pronounced dark side.

I feel like an angel...

...fascinated by darkness.

And after this bullshit, bring on the violins!

All right.

Our interview ends here, we'll be taking phone calls.

- We thank Renato for his time. - No, thank you.

Stop.

- Is that it? - Yes, that's it.

Listen, give me time to get away. Don't air it for three or four hours.

No, no. I will air it this afternoon only.

That's the end of the interview. We are live again, who's on the line?

What are you doing? You're honouring a murderer.

I'd propose a referendum asking for the death penalty for Vallanzasca.

His mother should be ashamed for giving birth to him.

Every opinion is to be respected, especially if it's not anonymous.

No, no, listen. I'm not hiding.

Here's my number: 024585...

Good evening, Mr. I'm Not Afraid of Anyone.

You don't know who I am? You just told me off in no uncertain terms!

I'm Renato. I'm Renato Vallanzasca.

You don't speak anymore? Did your tongue fall off?

I'll talk then. I wanted to say that I respect everyone's opinion.

Yours too.

But it really bothered me...

...that you brought my mum into this.

Relax!

What's your name? Bruno.

With all due respect, I'd never go busting a plumber's balls.

Okay, don't worry, I have to leave you now.

Yes. Bye-bye.

Good evening, documents please.

What are you going to do?

Fuck, how old are you, 13?

- Why? - How old are you?

20, so what?

You hit the jackpot.

I'm Renato Vallanzasca.

Renato Vallanzasca spent many of the following 20 years in prison

both in maximum security units and in daytime isolation.

His cumulative punishment amounts to four life sentences

and 290 years of imprisonment.

He continued his conflict with prison institutions until 1995

when he promised to "bury the hatchet" after his umpteenth attempt to escape.

In 2005 he received permission to marry Antonella.

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