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M_I_SForEver

OCTOBER 1994

(Zecco): When I was a boy,

old people who were
emigrating to America,

in the early parts
of the 1900s,

were telling me that one day
Calabria and Sicilia

would be joined by a bridge,
like the one in Brooklyn.

My friends, I intend to end
my days in our motherland.

And I have pledged
to see that bridge

over the Straits of Messina
before I die.

(Frank laughs)
- Same here, Gerlando.

And now let's get down to it.

Uh, construction costs...
In yet?

(Gerlando): North of 8 billion!

Otto miliardi
American dollars.

And that's just for the bridge!

I'll have a complete breakdown
by the end of the month.

But Francesco...

...you're gonna
be swimming in money!

(chuckles) All of it clean!
- We all will.

(in Italian): Let's wait
before we pop the champagne.

- Come on!

(Zecco, in English): I've thrown
my hooks over the whole consortium.

Everything's going smoothly.

(birds chirping)

VENEZUELA, OCTOBER 1994

(rooster crowing)

- Juan!

(speaking in Spanish)

(in English): It's your advance.

You're gonna
get the rest after.

Are we clear?

- For sure.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yes, I'm okay.

- I'm counting on you, eh.

Juan said you were good.

- So we have a good chance?
Is what you're saying?

- More than a chance.

How about a guarantee?

- I hear the government
coalition isn't so sturdy.

- Sturdy as Gibraltar.

And what about you, compa?
Huh? You gonna hold up?

- I'm sturdier than Gibraltar!

I have a new lady.
She's 26.

I... I put a smile
on her face every night!

(laughing)

(in Italian):
Up in there.

(in French):
Everybody in place!

(conversing indistinctly)

Paul, a little to the left.
Get in there.

You too, Tony!

Your parents are gonna be proud!
Venezuela!

(team shouting): Venezuela!

(birds chirping)

(horse trotting)

(In English):
One last thing, Francesco...

We're somewhat preoccupied
by the situation in Quebec.

The bikers' war, you know?

- With all the commotion,
we fear that the authorities

will ratchet up the pressure
on your operations, Frank.

- No worry about this.

I am taking care of it.

Trust me.

- We do, Frank.

- Mi saluto, ciao!

(speaking in Italian)

(phone hanging up)

(tapping)

(distant vehicles driving)

(church bell ringing)

(talking indistinctly)

(truck engine revving)

(birds chirping)

(crickets creaking)

(singing in Italian)

(all singing along)

(all speaking in Italian)

(bottle pops)
(cheering, applauding)

- Salute!

(clinking)

(in Italian): As you know,
the stars are aligned.

The government coalition
in Italy

is solid.
(murmurs of agreement)

It's headed by a prime minister

who understands
the importance of business.

And that is very important,

both for our motherland...

For Montreal's Italian
community.

(calling out in agreement)

And for our family.

So...

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the election
of a new government in Italy.

(all): Cheers!

(glasses clinking)

(in French):
And now,

my son Patrizio has some
announcements to make.

Go ahead.

(in Italian): Thanks, Dad.

(in French): First, I'd like
to raise a glass to...

(Frank, in English):
No problem. No problem.

(Tom): Hey, Zizi,
how you doing?

- Tom, what you doin' here?

Hey, what's the matter?
You don't call, you just...

- You ask me what the fuck
I'm doing here?

(indistinct discussion)

(Zizi, pleading in Italian)

(in English):
What are you doing?

- I want to see Frank.
- Come, come... please.

What's happened?
What's the problem?

- I don't get it. Everybody is
celebrating, I'm bein' left out?

(Frank): Please, c'mon...
- Why didn't you invite me?

- We'll go in the kitchen
and then we talk...

- Why the fuck am I being
left out, man?

- Hey...

(whispering)

(chuckles)

Caterina!
(in Italian): Yes, I'm coming.

Do me a favor, take this plate
and get out of my sight.

(laughing uncomfortably)

(in English): You know?
Tommy has always been a little impulsive.

(Frank, in Italian):
Please, continue.

(in French): I'd like to
toast Sofie's success.

She's back from Milan
with a Master's degree

in international banking law.

(cheering, applauding)

(distant cheering, applauding)

I'd also like to announce

that Sofie and I got
engaged in Italy.

(in Italian): I'm sure...

you'll be the perfect wife...

for my son.

Thank you.
(laughing)

There's just one tiny problem.

She's only half Sicilian.

Forget about it!

- It doesn't matter!
- Leave her alone!

- My mother was born in Sicily.

In Saleni, near Erice.

Erice!

(distant crowd noise)

(door opening)

(in English):
Don Francesco.

Why am I being treated
like this?

- What can I do for you?

- I've been with the Paternò
family for over forty years.

(in Italian):
After 50,000 trips...

(in English): I sweat blood
and tears for this family.

- You've earned millions,
yes.

(in Italian):
Yes, I've made money, but...

(in English):
...I hear things.

Like this gathering tonight...

I heard something's brewin'.

What I don't get is why
I'm being left out,

like a fuckin' schnook!

- What did you hear?

- What did I hear?

Some big project
in our motherland.

To launder billions.

Enough to pull you out
and clear your name.

(chuckle)

I wasn't born yesterday,
Frank.

And I got a few friends
in high places too.

(in Italian): Franco.
I'm 65 years old.

(in English): I got kids.
I got grandkids, for fuck's sake.

I'd like to clear my name too!

Look, I'm sorry.

But I just don't get this.

I just don't get this.

- Ah, Tomasso, Tomasso.

You have a fucking big mouth.

- Me?

- Mm-hm. You.
(mumbles): Big mouth...

- You must be careful.

You have to work with me.

- Frank,
I always worked with you.

- I know. I know.

For now,
what I want you to do is

call that Greek investor
of yours.

- Caleb Xenakis.
- Caleb Xenakis.

- Yeah. What about him?

- You tell that malaca
Greek...

(chuckles)

...that we need
our money back, eh?

By the end of the week.

- But, Frank, be reasonable.

He's got your money invested
all over the place.

Tens of millions of dollars...

- Woh, woh, woh!

Hmm.

One hundred million.

- Plus my 25 million,

and Lino's 25 million.

- Yes. 150 million.

Plus 20% return
on our investment.

It means, 180 million.

- Sta minchia!
By the end of the week?

But why do you want so much so soon?
- Listen.

Or he gives us
the money back, eh.

Or we pay him a visit.

- Sure. I'll see what I can do.
- Okay.

(in Italian): Thank you.
I appreciate it.

(in English): No problem.
No problem, Frank.

- Now, Tom, you go home...

Don't worry. Yes, it's too late.

Heh?

You relax with your family,
okay?

Heh?

And don't worry,
you'll benefit, eh?

But, please...
Please, Tommy, eh...

...keep your mouth shut!!

- Okay, Frank, Frank...
Frank, okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I get it. I get it.
I get it.

I'm sorry.

- Tommy?

(in Italian): Yes?
- My regards to Gianna.

- I appreciate it.

(in Italian):
They're not poisoned, are they?

(laughing)

(kicking)

(engine running)

(Patrizio, in English):
I love you.

- I know.

(couple laughing)

(Patrizio): Okay,
I'll call you tomorrow?

(Sophie): Yeah.
(Patrizio): Okay.

(Sophie): Bye.

(Patrizio): Bye.
(car door opening, closing)

(engine noise distancing)

(Henri, in French): Hello.

- You're not asleep?

- Patrizio isn't
the right boy for you.

Those people always end up in
prison or with a bullet in the head.

It doesn't change from one
generation to the next.

I've been watching them
for 30 years.

- And you've been doing business
with them for 30 years.

- I dress them.
It's not the same.

- Pat says his father's going
legit within a few years.

- If Pat says so...

- Dad! Frank knows a lot
of people in banking.

He has contacts
all over the world.

He says he'll help me.

- Like he's helping
your brother?

- If it weren't for Vincent, I
could never have gone to Milan.

Did you know
it cost him $60,000?

- You have to wonder
where he gets it.

Anyway, what I say always goes
in one ear and out the other.

- That's not true.

Your opinion matters to me.

- Sure!

- It's my life, Dad.

(alarm sounding)

YARMOUTH, NOVA SCOTIA

(in English):
It's okay, he's with us.

(electric saw whirs)

- Hey, Vinnie!
- Giaco!

Welcome back bud!
- Good to see you, man.

(in French):
How's it going?

(in English): My fucking back
is killing me, man.

(in French):
I'd only do this for you.

(in English):
Better be worth it.

(in French):
Jesus, Bill, what are you doing?

- This is it, Vince!

- Who's he? You said it was
just you and me.

- The bags are 25 kg each.
I couldn't do it by myself.

Bill's a friend.

- Well, I don't know Bill.

- I know your father, though.

We did business together
a couple years ago.

- You see?
He knows your father!

(in English): What the fuck!

(in French): Calm down.
It's just like I told you.

(in English)
Just you and me, bro.

(splashes)

(in French): Help me so
we can get out of here.

(clicks tongue)

("Sarà perché ti amo,"
playing)

(Toto, in English):
Oh! Looks who's here!

(Vince): He-hey! Birdie!

(Birdie): Hey! How you doing?
It's fuckin' time!

(Vince): How are ya?
(Birdie): Where've you been?

(Toto): Hey, shut the fuck up,
and get back to work.

(Birdie): Vaffanculo!

(Toto, in French): OK, Vince, here's
your cut from the time you've been gone.

You need to get rid
of this, subito.

The dope too.
I can't keep it here.

- Give me a couple days, OK?

- Tommy Yap-Yap knows
someone downtown.

Mad Sal does business with him.

I hear he's good.
- I've got my own guy.

(in English): How the fuck
did you pass all this?

(in French):
He just helped me unload it.

(in English):
It's all me, man.

(in French): I drove 18 hours
to bring back your shit.

- Well, that's what unloading is.
What's your problem?

- It's the way you say it.
I don't like your tone.

(snickers)

- Are you having a
hissy fit, Jackie?

That tone.
(In English): Come on, man.

(in French):
You scored big. Fine.

You don't have
to be a dick about it.

(sighs)

The guy on the boat
didn't have to die.

Hey!

The cops are going to get
involved. You don't want that.

The family too.
We don't want that.

- I didn't trust him.
- Bullshit!

- He tried to steal from me.
- You wanted to shut him up.

You're burning bridges.
You're always on your own.

You don't tell me
anything anymore.

(in English):
You're taking fucking risks,

you understand?

(in French):
My deal, my call.

- You think my father
won't ask you questions?

- I think he'll just be proud
and happy to fill his pockets.

- Vince!

(in English): Come.

(laughing)

Come here.

(clears throat)

I need you to listen to me.

Are you listening?

(in French): What?

- You've been gone a while.
You've missed some stuff, OK?

I'm bringing the Irish, the
bikers and the gangs together.

(in English):
We're settin' up a cartel.

We don't need no fuckin'
heat right now. Capisci?

(in French):
You're cute when you're angry!

(breaks out laughing)
(in English): You're an asshole.

(in French):
Great to see you too!

(in English):
You're an asshole.

- Hey.

(in French): Seriously...

Thanks for everything, man.

(in English): You're welcome.

(laughing)

(in French): I'm starving!
- A sub from Dino's?

(Giaco, in English): Fuckin' A!

(in French): First, I'd like to
thank Reg for hosting us at his club.

And I want to congratulate you
all for agreeing to be here,

despite your differences.

- Frank, before we begin,
I mentioned something to Giaco.

I want him to apologize
to my brother.

- In your dreams, limey.

(in English):
I'm Irish, you fuckhead.

(in French):
It's not negotiable.

(in English): Otherwise,
we're out of here.

(in French):
I didn't touch his brother.

(in English): No.

You just had some niggers
do it for you.

(speaking in creole)
- Hey! Hey!

(in French):
Say that again, asshole!

(in English): Sit the fuck down.
- Fuck You!

- Guys. Stop acting
like fuckin' animals.

- Fuck you.

(Frank clinking on glass)

- Have a seat, gentlemen,
thank you.

(in French): Listen, Giaco worked
very hard to bring us all together.

It would be a shame if...

You've been warring for years.

And what has come of it?

Deaths, injuries,

widows, orphans.

Regge...

People are taking to the streets
to march against you.

- That was an accident.
Collateral damage.

We offered the kid's mom
$2 million.

- That's nice.
Did she take it?

(silence)

We have to stop all this,
my friends.

Our territory
has become unstable.

Our sales have dropped 22%
over the last two years.

My police contacts think
you're an embarrassment.

We have to be disciplined.

(in English): Low profile, heh?
Low profile.

(in French): We'll make a lot
more money by working together

than by shooting each other.

Hmm?

So listen to what I have
to say, then we'll-

Anybody have a pen?

(clears throat)

- No.

- Maybe a knife,
but not a pen.

(laughs)

I have a pen.

Rusty, Billy,
in addition to the port,

I'm giving you Dorval.

- The Lebanese have Dorval.

- We'll take care
of that prick, Ayoub.

- Consider it a gift.

Reg, I'll supply your gang
and no one else.

300 kg to start.

- Blow?
- Smack, $40 million worth.

(in English):
When the fuck did that come in?

(in French):
That's my secret, cutie pie!

(laughs quietly)

- Regge...

Giaco tells me you've agreed
to a 70-30 split.

OK, fine.

I'll bump you up to 65...

35.

Toussaint, I'm offering you
5% of imports.

- Okay.

(in Italian):
All good?

(in English):
From now on...

(in French): Vince is going to
handle all your business, not Giaco.

- You can't do this to me.

(speaks softly, in Italian):
I did all the work.

(in French):
I want serious partners.

Businessmen.

Not savages.

(in English):
No fuckups, guys.

Ah!

(chuckles)

(in Italian):
Don't fuck this up.

(in French):
Thank you, everyone.

(in French): Frank was pretty
fucking generous.

- Make the most of it!

- Seriously, Vince,
am I missing something?

- He's right.

We'll make a lot more money
working together.

- He and his men
aren't risking much.

- They've been here
for 30 years.

They have all the suppliers
and the contacts.

- That's true. By the way,
I just hired a new waitress.

She's from the Caribbean,
and she's kinky as fuck.

- The Sicilian
is pretty kinky, too.

Yeah!

There's beer in the fridge.
The hard liquor's over there.

You've got your own?
Come in! Put some music on!

- This place is
fucking nice, Vince!

(crowd ruckus)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting, moaning)

(gasping)

(in French): Just because we've done
this once doesn't make me yours, OK?

- How many times would it take?

- You can't afford me.

(sniffs)

(in Italian): Is that
all you've got, Vincenzo?

(in French):
Is that it?

(giggles)

(moaning)

(Frank, in English):
How can you behave like this...

like such a dumbass?

(mocking in Italian)

(shouting in English): Never
disagree with me in front of anyone!!

Never!! Never!! Never!!

(gasping in pain)

(swallowing hard, groans)

- For crissakes, Pa,

I been bustin' my balls
for months

to get us this sweet deal.

I've been workin'
my fuckin' ass off

for 70-30 tilted our way.

You downsize us to 65-35
in a snap!

You shoved me aside.

You put Vince on top.

Yeah, I am pissed.

And that fucker...

acting like a
prima donna lately.

- He put 20 million in
our pocket. Give him a break.

- He's just trying
to impress you. It's a sickness.

- Doing a fine job as well.

- He's not your son, fuck!

I'm your son!

I'm your son.

(gasping)

- Listen, Giaco.

(sighs)
You made for us a good deal.

And I'm proud of you.

The 5% I gave up,
is to make sure

they stay good.

Hm.

The Irish, tff!
The bikers, pff!

Vince...
(mimes spitting)

They got a big fat smile
in their faces.

But in a few months,

there will be so much dope
in the street...

they have to cut prices.

And the cops will be
breathing down their necks.

I don't want my son

caught in the storm,
with his dick in the hand, heh?

(struggling)

(cork tumbling, liquid pouring)

Call Mike in Moncton.

(sipping)

(in Italian):
I have to know.

How did that son
of a whore Vince...

manage to import all that?

I have to know everything.

Go.

Go.

Giaco.

(sighs, in English):
Don't let your jealousy...

...cloud your judgement.

Hm?

Heh?

Smile. Heh, smile! Smile!

(crying)

(in Italian): Go, go...

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales)

(conversing in Italian)

(Frank, in English): Do you
think he actually would do this?

(Giaco): A soccer team
from Laval.

The bodies had to be
brought back home.

No customs check, barely.

(in Italian): That's crazy!

- Let him talk.

(in English): The plane with the
coffins made a repair stop in Yarmouth

at around 10 pm.

I did what you told me to.

I had the logs checked.

That's less than 50 klicks
from where Vince unloaded.

It fits.

It fits.
(Zizi): Okay.

(in Italian):
Everything's good.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Unless they snuck them
up our asses,

there are no bugs here.

(in English):
Makes no fuckin' sense!

How could he've known
there'd be an accident?

- Si!
- He could...

...if he planned it.

- Ehh...

(Giaco): Sorry.

Scusi.

- Son of a bitch!
Bastardo!

SUSPICIOUS ACCIDENT
GOVERNMENT ORDERS INQUIRY

- We need to contact Reuben Salas
at Public Safety, in Caracas.

Now... We owe Salas
quite a lot as it is,

so it's gonna cost us.

But.

What we need the official
findings to say

that this was
a fucking accident.

Contact Bino,
at the funeral home.

Tell him to put one of those dead
stiffs from the plane on the slab

and see what he finds.

Word gets out that we've been
using dead kids as mules...

the press, the whole fuckin' army
will come bangin' down our doors.

(sighs): This could compromise
our deal in Italy.

- Wouldn't it be simpler,

if we just brought Vince in
and asked him a few questions?

- He'll just deny everything.
- Hmm.

- No.

For the time being,
nothing changes between the two of you.

(taps)

- Nothing changes.

(in French):
Caleb, it's simple.

He just wants to know
if the cash was transferred.

$180 million, yeah.

Caleb, stop jerking me around!

Yes or no? Good!

(in English):
Have fun.

(in French): Hello! Where is
Caleb Xenakis' office?

- Mr. Xenakis is busy.

- It's kind of urgent.

- Who can I say is here?

- Where is his damn office?

- It's there, but Mr. Xenakis
is in the conference room.

- Down that way?
- Yes.

- OK, the Greek,
the meeting's over!

Everyone else out! Come on!

- Who are you?
- A $180 million cold call.

We can do this in front
of them, if you want.

- Go on.
I'll meet you all later.

Get the hell out!
Come on, ma'am! Go!

Shit!

Go, go, go!

You either
transfer the cash now,

or you eat through a straw
for the next six months.

- Mr. Xenakis,
is everything all right?

- Yes, it's fine, Julie.

- Should I call security?

- Everything's fine, Julie.

Offer everyone coffee.
I'll be with them soon.

- Sure!

- Thank you, Julie.

(thugs, in unison):
Thank you, Julie.

- I want you
to transfer 120 here,

30 here and another 30 here.

- Come on!
It doesn't work that way!

- In five seconds,
you'll get another.

One, two, three...

- I can't.
The funds are frozen!

- Four, five!

(groans)

One!

(unhooks phone receiver)
Two!

- I'm being prevented from liquidating
it, but I'll fix it, I swear!

But I have to go to an exchange
office. I can't do it here.

I'll even take a polygraph
if you don't believe me!

I can't do more than that.
I swear on my mother's head!

- Three!

- Don't you think
I'd do it if I could?

(tsking)
- Caleb!

I think a man would take
a lot of pain for $180 million.

- No, no, no!

(loud groans,
bludgeoning)

- He wants a coffee.

- Mr. Xenakis?

Oh, my God!
(gasping)

- Close the fucking door!

(whimpering)

(door closing)

(Frank, in English):
Hey, Gia, how did it go?

It's done?

No, no, no!
I don't care what he says, eh?

He's full of shit!

What?

A polygraph?

Pff! Whatever.

I want my money back
by tomorrow, latest...

Okay?

Ciao. Ciao.

Ah...!

Tell Vince
I'm really disappointed.

Ciao.
(snapping)

(Russo): Fucking Greek's
got a death wish.

(in French): My father says
he's fucking disappointed.

- Of course, 'cause
if you'd been with us,

we'd have the money in a nice,
big suitcase, right?

(in English):
Let's get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah.

(engine running)

(in French):
Sof, I'm here.

(laughs)
Okay.

(giddy laughter)

- Hey!
(laughing)

What's with the moustache?
You're such a gino!

- Hey, you're marrying a gino!
(laughing)

- It's been too long.

I have something for you.

Here.

It's from Milan.

It's to thank you.
For everything.

- Sof...

- How about an account
in Switzerland or the islands?

- I've got all that.
This is just my little stash.

My piggy bank.

Three turns the other way.

Two turns back.

1,200 ounces. Same amount
in the other two boxes.

This is the address of a Jew

who'll pay cash
for the bars, no paperwork.

Have you ever seen
$3.2 million USD?

(grunts)

59, 34, 92.

Remember that.

If anything happens to me,
it's all yours.

My little sister
will never go hungry.

Mom always thought
I was a good-for-nothing.

She wrote me off
when I was just a kid.

She didn't even want
to see me on her deathbed.

- You two hadn't spoken
in 10 years.

- Who do you think paid for her
treatments in the States?

Pops, with his shitty salary?
Hell no!

He swallowed his pride
and came to me.

No one ever knew.

Especially not Mom.

Our father's a proud,
upstanding man, but he's weak.

Couldn't take care of his wife.

Couldn't help his kids.

- He was willing
to take you on at the shop.

(laughing)

- Say that again
without laughing!

Nobody tells me
what to do anymore.

I'm respected.

Pat's a good guy.

He's crazy about you.

I know he's part
of your plan, but...

- My plan?

(in English):
Come on, Sof...

(laughs subtly)

(in French):
But Pat's weak, too.

Watch out.

With the Paternos,
blood comes first.

Never forget that.

- Vincent...

What's going on?

- Some people are playing games.

I can't read Giaco lately.

(in Italian):
The boy from Laval,

his name is Marco Riolo.

I play scopa
with his grandfather.

- What is it, Bino?

(Bino):
The chest cavity is empty.

They took out the organs,

as if they wanted to do
an autopsy before embalming him.

- Did they do an autopsy?

- No. It's not in the report
from the coroner in Caracas.

After they're examined,

the organs are usually

placed in a bag

and put back in the body.

But there was nothing here.
It's not normal.

(breaths deeply)

(Frank): How many kilos
in a body?

(Bino): Four. Five if you
really shove them in.

(conversation becomes
indistinct)

Thank you very much.

(in French): Do they have any chance
of getting their investment back?

- Yes.
(polygraph machine whirring)

- A good chance?
- An excellent chance.

- It moved!

- He's nervous.
It shows on the test.

That doesn't mean he's lying.

- The money's frozen.

- Are you a fucking thief?

- No threats.
It skews the results.

- Answer me!

- No. I'm honest.

- You've never stolen
from anyone?

- Never. I swear
on my mother's head.

(Velcro tearing)

- What are you doing?

- You can see
he's telling the truth!

He's right.

- He even swore
on his mother's head.

- Yeah!

Give me a few months, and
there won't be a problem.

I'll sort everything out
without any...

(ruckus)

(Giaco, in English): Guys!
What the fuck are you doin'?!

(in French):
Enough screwing around!

(Giaco, in English):
Hey! Use your fucking skull!

(in French): We'll see how much
you love your $180 million!

(shouting): Woo!!

This is what happens
when you lie to me, you fucker!

(Xenakis choking, screams)

On his mother's head!

Now where...?

(Giaco, in English):
What's he doing?

(Xenakis): What the...?

(cries out)

(Giaco, in French): Vince,
if you do this, we lose it all.

- Exactly!

- Are you a fucking thief?
- No. No.

- Watch! This will be
your face in a minute.

(groaning loudly)

Are you a fucking thief?
- Yes, yes, yes!

- Did you steal from Frank?
- Yes!

- Are you gonna pay him back?
- OK!

- Good!

Call your father. He won't
be disappointed this time.

(Xenakis crying) (Toto,
in English): He pissed himself.

(Mad Sal): No! Caleb!
(Toto): Yeah!

- It's a joke.
We're fucking around, buddy.

We're joking.
- You're hungry?

(exhales)

(street noise)

(Mad Sal): Come on, come on, come on.
(car door closing)

- Santu cristu, Caleb...

- Hey, Tommy.

(in French):
I'll introduce you to Pierre.

(ringing)

(door buzzing)

Hey, girls, it's a holdup!

This is Manon, my best girl.

- Mr. Marois will see you.

(in Italian):
Thank you, beautiful!

(officer, in English):
Holy fuck.

ELECTRONIC SURVEILLANCE
CENTER MONTREAL

(sighs): Hey...

Thank you.

(in French): Thanks.

- Pierre Marois,
Vincent Gamache.

A friend and an associate.
- Pleasure.

- This is Caleb Xenakis.

Don't worry.
He just woke up.

Pierre is a friend.
We have lunch every week.

Vincent is working
on big things.

- How can I help you?

- I'd like to transfer money to
Switzerland and Liechtenstein.

- From?
- Liberia and the Caymans.

- How much are we talking about?

- $180 million.

- OK! Business is good!

- Frank Paterno has big plans.
- Jesus, Tommy!

- It's for his deal in Italy.
I bet you're in on it.

- I'm not,
and you talk too much.

Pierre is like family.

He's been moving money for us
since 1990.

There are no secrets here.

- It's fine. It's none
of my business.

- Exactly!

(Tommy, in Italian): Who do you think
you're talking to, you little brat?

I was running Saint-Léonard
when you were still in diapers.

(in French):
Yap-Yap's gonna get it.

- He's gonna wind up
in the river.

- The accounts and amounts
are all there.

- OK. When do you want
to do the transfer?

- Now.

(Tommy): Vinnie, Sal,
we have to talk.

(in English):
Frank promised me...

(in French):
Shut your mouth!

- I've made this family
a fortune.

(in Italian):
Shut up, you idiot!

(in French): If you want
to chat in private,

we have an office next door.

- Good move!

- It's all right.
We'll go outside.

(Mad Sal, in English): Take all
the fucking time in the world.

(in French): Are you nuts,
saying all that in front of a stranger?

- Pierre isn't a stranger.
He's a friend.

- I don't know him!

- You're like a son to Frank.
I can't believe you didn't know.

- Know what?

- The deal of the century.
Billions.

The Italian government wants
to build a bridge to Sicily.

The Sicilians and the 'Ndrangheta
all have their fingers in the pie.

I talked to my people in Italy.

It's Gerlando Zecco,
Frank's front man in Rome.

The same Zecco who
made a killing

off the Olympics in '76.

He's dealing with a guy in London.
I don't know his name.

And an Algerian from Paris.

(in Italian):
What the hell is his name?

(in French): Salim Mansouri.
His company is Sahara Funds.

Why do you think he wants
his $180 million so fast?

He's trying to get it all so
he can invest in the deal.

- Shit! I'd give my paycheck
to have a mic out there.

- What do you want me to do?

- Vince...

You're tight with Frank.
You have direct access.

Help me talk to him,
and I'll give you a nice cut.

- You're right
that I'm like a son to him.

And I'd never go
behind his back.

If you wanna keep breathing,
do like me.

Okay?

- Okay, Vince.

(in English): Come on.

ANTOINE DION,
DEPUTY MINISTER OF JUSTICE

(in French):
Things are happening, Ricardo.

I have a briefing with the RCMP.

- When?
- The 14th.

- Who are they after?
- I don't know.

But if I were you, I'd tell
my people to be very careful.

(in Italian):
OK. OK, thanks.

(in French): How's the parole
amendment coming along?

- I saw the minister yesterday.

They'll vote on it
just before the break.

It's buried in one giant
omnibus bill.

A needle in a haystack!

A sixth of the sentence
for non-violent crimes.

Money laundering
is around 8-10 years.

Divided by six, that's
18 months. That's fine.

(in English): Good. Good show.

(in French): Tell the minister
he can count on us in two years.

(in English): Good.

(in French):
There's something else.

The police found a body
in a dumpster in New Brunswick.

A smuggler with a pretty
long criminal record.

The problem is that he had Vincent
Gamache's phone number on him.

Since he's connected
to the Paternos...

- Is that all they have?

- Well, they're investigating.

(Galati, in English): Vince is becoming
quite a liability to the family.

(Giaco): Hey, what are we
talking about here?

Vinnie's practically family, Pa.

- That bridge is your key
for a decent life...

Money, respect, power!
The bridge!

(Patrizio): You get rid of
Vinnie, she's gonna leave me.

- He had it comin'.
I say no mercy.

- No mercy?! I can't lose Sofia
over this, Pa.

- Ah...
What a romantic couple, you are!

Hmm?

Listen to me.

You are not the priority
for the moment, okay?

- Not the priority?
- No.

I'm sure that Sofia
will come around. Don't worry.

(in Italian): Trust your father.
Don't worry.

(in English): For the moment,
I need you behave like a man.

(stuttering)

I need you behave...

...like soldiers. Hmm?

Heh?

Call Vince.

Arrange a meeting with him
at 11 o'clock, tomorrow evening.

At Cesare, okay?

(in Italian):
Where are you going?

(Giaco, in English):
What d'you want me to tell him?

Pa?
(repeats in Italian)

- Say to him I want to
congratulate with him about...

...the Greek.

(knocking)

Vincent.

(in French): Sorry to bother you
this late, but it's important.

- I'm listening.

- It's Yap-Yap.

We went to see Pierre Marois
for the transfer with Xenakis.

Yap-Yap kept talking
about a big deal

that you're doing in Italy.

We told him to shut up,
but he wouldn't stop.

- Did he mention my name?

- A couple times.

- Thank you.

I know I can always
count on you.

Hm?

(in Italian):
Good night.

(in French): Good night.

(Frank, in English): You'll give
this to Zizi and the Russos.

(in Italian):
Make him disappear.

(in English):
Slow...

...and painful.

(police siren sounding)

(in Italian):
What do those bastards want?

Busting my balls!

(in French): Turn off the engine
and put the keys on the roof.

- What's up, amigo?

I thought I was driving
below the limit.

Is my taillight out?

My wife is expecting me
for dinner.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

(in English):
What the fuck?

What's going on?

(Birdie chuckles):
What do you think is going on?

- Now you follow us
nice 'n sweet,

or I'll end you right here,

you fuckin' blabberin'
piece of shit.

- Guys, gimme a break.

(punching, groans)

(Birdie): Get the fuck outta
the car, you rat fuck.

(Tommy pleading indistinctly)

(Birdie): Get the fuck
in the car.

Get in the car,
you rat fuck.

(sighs)

(car speeding away)

(electric razor humming)

(phone ringing)

(in French): Hello!

(in English): Hey, Giaco.
What's up?

(in French):
Congratulate me for what?

Ah, okay. 11:30 is fine.

OK. See you later.

(phone hanging up)

("Sarà perché ti amo," playing)

(Toto, in English):
Is he dead?

(Birdie): Dead? No,
he should be so fuckin' lucky.

Motherfucker's done
yappin' though.

Send that to the boss.

- Is this his fuckin' tongue?

(Birdie): I ain't done
undressing him yet.

I'm gonna need
a little more time.

- Birdie...

Finish this, okay?

- Why you bustin'
my fuckin' balls?

What did Frank say?

Slow and painful,

that's what I'm fuckin' doin'.
(Toto): And you done good.

Now finish it.
You hear me?

- How about this?
Why don't you go fuck yourself,

and lemme do my fuckin' job?

(gun fires)

(song continues playing)

- Now bone that sack o' shit

and bring me the meat.

- Okay.

Okay, okay.
- Get it done.

(song intensifies)

(in Italian): Hello, Cheech.
Everything good?

Yeah, yeah.

(in English): Listen...

Tell the boss, uh,
it was a beautiful evening.

He'll understand.

Oh, Chichi...

Tell the boys who eat
at Dino's...

...lay off the sausage
this week.

Just trust me.

(in Italian): Bon appétit!

(in French): Hey, Vinnie.
- Hi!

(in English):
Nice touch.

(in French): It's like seeing
an old friend again.

- Yeah, I was looking
too much like a gino.

(laughing, speaking in English):
Fuck you, frog!

(in French):
Is your father here?

- He's upstairs waiting for you.

(in English):
Hey, Vinnie, wait up.

(in French): I know things have been
weird between us for a while, but...

(in English): You made some
good moves. You really did.

(in French):
You deserve everything you get.

(in English): C'mon,
no hard feelings man.

- Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie...

(exhales)

(in Italian): How are you, hm?

(Vince, in French):
Frank isn't here?

- Frank's busy tonight.
I'm replacing him.

- You can all eat...

(gunshot, screams in pain)

(striking)

(distant beating)

(Giaco, in English):
You really fucked it up.

(in French): First, the cops found
the guy you whacked in New Brunswick.

They found your phone number.

(in English):
How fuckin' stupid.

(in Italian): Second...

(in French): The kids.

The bus. Imagine the shit
we'd be in if that got out?

You're out of the family.
You don't exist.

No authority, no cuts,
no privileges.

We never wanna see
your face again.

(in Italian):
Loss of honor.

You understand?

(in Italian):
Frati finu alla morti...

- Frati finu alla morti...

(Young Giaco, in French):
Brothers for life, to the death.

- Frati finu alla morti...

- Frati...

(in Italian):
Go fuck yourself.

(ominous thunder rumbling)

(screams in French): Hey!
What do you think you're doing?

MONTREAL 1980

(young Vince): Hey, Giaco...

How does it feel?

(Young Giaco): Not great.

(in English): What about you?

(in French): Their jaws
were pretty damn hard.

(both laughing)

(in English): Hey, man...

(in French): I'll never forget
what you did for me.

- You would've done the same,
man.

(in English): No...

I mean it.

(in French):
Vincent, come here.

So...

Five against two?

(Vince winces)

(chuckles)

You're no coward.

- It's just a sprain.
It's nothing.

No, sir. I can't.
- Yes, you can.

You saved my boy.

It's fantastic.

- It's for Sunday?
- Yes, Sunday.

Thank you, Monique!
That's wonderful! Thank you!

- Get out!
- Screw you!

- I don't wanna see you anymore!
- Your wife is crazy!

(indistinct screaming)

- You, get to school!
- Vincent, wait!

- Bags full of dope!
Your son is a criminal!

- But...
- Hello, Paola!

- Sofie! Come back here!

I'm sorry.
Monique will be with you.

I'll be right back.
- No problem.

- You're sweet.

They piss me off.
They're always on my back.

(Frank): Maybe so.
But they're your family.

(Vince): She threw me out!

(Frank): It was just a fight.
Everything will work out.

You'll apologize.

- I'm not going crawling back!

I've got good contacts.
I'm making $3,000 a week.

That's more than my father
makes with his rags!

(Frank laughing)

(tapping)

- Listen to me.

You see this? Your father
made this in the '70s.

I've been wearing it
for 10 years.

Look how well-cut it is.

You know why?

Because your father
is a master of his craft.

(in Italian):
And you have to respect that.

(In French): I want to,
but we don't think the same way.

(in Italian):
Thank you, my love!

- You're welcome, honey!

- Did you add the eggplant?
- Yes! It's taken care of.

(in French):
I feel more like you guys.

I feel at home here.

I'm asking if I can work
for your family.

I'll do anything.

- Are you really willing
to do anything?

(grunting)

(sighs)

(Chichi, in English):
Hey, Vinnie! Sleep tight.

(car driving away)

(Chichi, in French): It's time
to pop your cherry, kid.

(in English): Now, Vinnie...

Let me introduce you
to this rat fuck here.

(in French): Lino has to do
10 years because of him.

(in English): Lu-Lu,
give this piece of shit a rinse, will ya?

(groaning)

Fuckin' scum!

- No! No! No, please!
Please don't. Please?

(in French):
It's loaded and ready.

(in English): No!!

No! No! No! Anything.

Anything you want.

I'll do anything. Please...

(in French): Come on! Do it
before we start crying.

(pleading continues)

- Do it.

(gun fires, silence)

(in English): Hey! Look at me.
Look at me.

You okay? Huh?

(in Italian): Give me the gun.

(in English):
Now is the best part.

You get to do the filet.

You cut him in two pieces...

(in French): Half goes here,
the other half there.

(in English): Stop fuckin' around,
will you? (bursting laughter)

Leave the kid alone. Huh?

- Pops?

(in French): You OK?
- I've been better.

- What can I do for you?

- Can I go upstairs?

- Maybe you don't know, but
your mother's not doing well.

- Yeah, I know.
It's metastasized.

Sof filled me in.

I'll be good.

- I don't know, Vincent.

- We could order in.
I'll pay.

(sighs)

- She's lost her hair. She
doesn't want to see anyone.

We could grab a burger,
just you and me.

It's been a long time
since we had a good chat.

- I just wanna be home
with my family.

- Given her state, I don't think
seeing you would be good for her.

You understand?

(hollering): Fuck!!

Screw you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!!

(Vince shouting in distance)

(Vince): Fuck you, man!

(indistinct chattering)

- Papa!

- Hey.

(in French): Ah... Come.

(in Italian): You OK?

Heh?

You all know my friend.

- Yes!
- Hello!

- What's his name?
- Vince.

- Vince!
Welcome, Vince!

(in English):
Have a seat.

(in Italian): You remember his son?
- Yes!

(in Italian): Lucia, bring him
something to eat. Right away.

Vince.

(Vince's dad, in French):
What happened?

(Sofie): He told me to watch out
for the Paternos.

- Can you give us a minute?

(cries softly)
(shushing)

It'll be all right, OK?

Vincent, it's me, Dad.

This might seem strange, but...

This could be a
blessing in disguise.

(latch opening)

It's up to you.

It's never too late to change.

Heh?

Same for me.

I can change, too.

(gun loading)

(in English): Gee,
you're in a happy mood.

- Fuck, yeah!

The Italian Government held
a press conference.

The numbers are mind-blowing.

- E dai...
- Split goes 2/3s state, 1/3 private sector.

Our side, the Sicilians,

would get the lion's share

of private sector investments.

(man): How much is that?

- North of 60%.

Zecco says it all depends
on the...

deal he can cut
with the Calabrese.

- What are we lookin' at?

- Just under 3 billion.
- Ah.

- Our family would get to invest
between 1.5 to 1.8 billion.

(laughs)
(in Italian): Jesus Christ!

(in Italian): But...
(in English): What's the return?

- Over 100,000 cars

and 200 trains will cross
that bridge every day.

Long story short...

through the tollbooths alone,

the family'd get to recoup
close to a mil a day.

Laundered and legal.

(excited whooping)
(groaning skeptically)

(in Italian):
Dad, did you hear that?

Close to a million a day,
just sitting on our ass!

(laughter)

And another million
in our socks!

(laughter)

(Chichi): Frank? Sorry, but...

(in English): We have
a situation over here.

- What? Wait. Wait, wait.

(in Italian): Get rid of this.

- Henri.

OK, OK! It's all right,
everyone!

(in French):
You and I have to talk.

- You want to talk?

Fine, let's talk.

But not like this.

- Where?

- Listen...
- No. You listen.

If you ever touch my family
again, I'll kill you, Frank.

Godfather or pope,
a bullet's a bullet!

And believe me,
I won't hesitate.

I don't want to see you
or your sons.

You're all a bunch of crooks!

Not in my house or in my shop.
You're all dead to me now.

- That will be complicated,
Henri.

- Is that right?

- You want to sit down?

We can discuss.
- There's nothing to discuss!

I just want to hear you say
that you'll leave us alone!

- I'll sit down, then.

If you'll allow me.

You watched
my sons grow up, Henri,

just as I watched
your kids grow up.

My family respects yours,

just as your family
has always respected mine.

Three generations, Henri.
Three generations!

We're connected!

For bad and for good.

- Don't try to get
my guard down. It won't work.

- You know as well as I do

that I would never let my son
marry just anybody.

And you know better than I do

that the number
of candidates is limited.

But Sofie...

Careful. We don't want
to hurt ourselves.

She's special.

(in English): She has
something... You know?

She's clever.

(in French):
It would be an honor

to have her join our family.

- You're either deaf
or very, very slow!

- Wait. We'll explain
the situation to her.

Then she can decide.

Henri, we don't choose
our lives.

Not mine, not yours.

We don't choose to be born
in Sicily rather than here.

We don't choose to have a fine
tailor for a father rather than...

...a man of honor.

It's like...

Yes, it's a roll of the dice.

- You're not responsible
for anything, then?

Vincent just tripped and fell
on his face, is that it?

- Ah, sons. We do
everything for them.

Right?
- Yes.

- We guide them. We protect them.
We try to help them.

That's the way it's always been.

But you never know how
it'll turn out in the end.

Most of all...

We don't know who
they really are.

What Vincent did in Vene...

Have you read the papers?
- Like everyone.

- Well, what Vincent did
in Venezuela...

...has nothing to do with you
or with anyone else.

That was his choice.

- What do you mean?

(sighs)

- Henri, I have something
very difficult to tell you.

Yes.

Very difficult.

Henri!

Your gun.

- Listen, buddy.

I don't wanna break
your heart, but...

Your career in
organized crime...

...is on its last legs.

- We're willing
to make you an offer.

It might not pay as well
as what you made before,

but we're a lot nicer.

(Vince snickers)

(officer, in English): Hey!
Stop fucking around, you motherfucker!

You got no friends anymore.

(in French): The only thing
waiting for you out there

is a bullet in the head.

(footsteps approaching)

(sighs heavily)

(knocking)

- Antoine! How are you?

- Great! You?

- This is
Corporal Pierre Marois.

- Pleased to meet you,
Deputy Minister.

- Thank you for seeing me.

- We're doing a trace
in Switzerland.

A $5 million transfer
from the IMCM

to four bank accounts in Lugano.

The money was held by
the Knightshore Financial Group.

- The Greek crook
in the newspaper?

- Caleb Xenakis, yes.

His accounts are in Liberia
and in the Cayman Islands.

The trace we're following
is a fraction

of a $180 million transfer

to some 50 accounts in
Switzerland and Liechtenstein.

- We're following $5 million
out of $180?

Where's the other $175?
- Lost in the wind.

The Paterno family has moles
everywhere in the banking world.

- But the Swiss
are working with us.

- Yes, but the Paternos
split up their transfers,

so the money moves fast

and into accounts that can't
be linked to the family.

- Which is why we have
to act now on our trace.

- There's $2 million USD

in a branch
of the Swiss Federal Bank,

account GIANFRACA 12809.

It's the GIANFRACA
that caught my attention.

- Yes, yes. I got it.

- The Swiss will waive
secrecy for the account.

They'll get us the signatories'
names within 48 hours.

Tell the Justice Minister
and the Prime Minister

that Frank Paterno and his crew

will be behind bars
on Wednesday morning.

-This Wednesday?

- Yes. The day after tomorrow.

- Good work!

They'll be very happy
to hear that.

Where have you been?
It took you long enough!

- Calm down!
What's going on?

- A $180 million transaction with the
International Monetary Centre of Montreal.

- How'd they find out?
- The IMCM is a police operation.

They've been collecting
evidence against you for years.

They're tracing a Swiss account
in Lugano. GIANFRACA 12809.

(Galati, in Italian):
Holy shit!

(Antoine, in French):
They're waiving secrecy.

They're aiming for the top,
Ricardo.

Arrests are coming on Wednesday.

(Galati sighs)
The day after tomorrow.

(Galati, in English):
Brazzo, our man at the bank,

will take care
of that frozen account.

He says it's a cinch.

The problem...

is our other accounts in Lugano,
where money was transferred...

He says it's just
a matter of time

before the authorities
manage to trace them,

and freeze the assets.

Now, none of those accounts

can be linked
directly to the family.

We write them off,
we're off the hook.

- Hm. How much?

- 3 million.

- You want to write off
3 million dollars?!

- Can't we just
transfer the money?

(Galati): We could, but they
will always be traceable.

The only way to kill the trace

is to make cash withdrawals

on the spot and move the money
to other banks.

(in Italian): I'll go
to Switzerland and withdraw it.

(Giacomo): No!

- It's important.
- Enough!

- I'm the only one who
won't attract attention.

- What did I say?

- I could go, too.

- I'm authorized
to close the account.

- Enough, I said!

- If you have another idea,
then say so!

Otherwise, I'm going.

(in English): Alright.

Alright.

Write off the goddam money!

(in French): The name on the
signature card is Gianfranco Capelli.

- Gian Franco Capelli,
GIANFRACA.

Giacomo-Anna...
- I got it, thanks.

- According to Matteo Brazzo,
the bank manager,

Capelli opened
the account in '88.

(in English): Do we know
where the fuck this guy is?

- Umm. No, not yet.

(in French):
There's no address on file?

- Brazzo said the building
was torn down in 1990.

The Swiss say
they're doing all they...

(screaming): Fuck!!

- Does this change
our plans for tomorrow?

- Fuck it...
We'll go ahead.

- And Paterno?

- We'll pick him up
with the others.

- With what evidence?

- Let's hope the Swiss
follow through.

NOVEMBER 24, 1994
(car peeling out)

By 6:00 a.m. this morning,

one of the biggest police raids in
the nation's history was underway.

Operation Corrida aimed
to infiltrate a vast network

of money laundering, corruption
and influence peddling,

the effects of which
extend across the globe.

("Vitti 'na Crozza," traditional
Italian song, playing)

(song ends)

(in French): My lawyers say that Frank
and his father will get 8-10 years.

The others, around 15.

(in English): I'd like
to hear the judge say that.

(in French): Even if Frank got out
tomorrow, everything's changed.

All his guys are inside.

The Calabrese in Ontario
are already dividing Quebec up.

If we propose something that works
for them, they'll back us for sure.

(in English): I don't know, man.
Sounds fuckin' dicey to me.

(in French): But if we sit back and
wait for Frank's crew to get out,

they'll start bossing us
around again.

- Reg controls the port.
Rusty, Dorval.

I'll fill containers.
Toussaint's soldiers handle contracts.

Not much changes in the end.

- Except we keep more
in our pockets.

- Yeah.

- Paterno collects plenty
just sitting in his café.

Frank doesn't get
his hands dirty.

He subcontracts.

But Vince is with us
in the streets.

We all take risks.
We're all working.

- And I'm putting two
big deals together.

One in Lebanon.
Five tons of hash.

The other down south.
4,000 kg of blow.

I know plenty of people.

And you know I deliver.

- If the split is good, I'm in.

(Rust, in English):
Four thousand kilos?

(in French):
That's your pension, limey.

(in English):
I'm Irish, you fuckhead.

(chuckles)

(Rusty, speaking in French): Let me talk
to my guys, and I'll get back to you.

- Well, get back to me quick,
because we've got money to make!

(laughing)

(knocking)

- I said I never wanted
to see you again.

- Mr. Gamache, listen.

Vince is like a brother to me.

My father always
treated him like a son.

She can't keep
ignoring my brother.

Vincent is the one responsible.

He gave us no choice.
You know as well as I do.

- What's going on?

Is it true?

- What?

- Venezuela?
The kids?

You used their bodies
to smuggle dope?

You set up the accident?

(laughing)

- Who told you that nonsense?

Did Giaco tell you that?
- Tell me he's lying.

- Of course he is! He wants
to turn everyone against me.

He's messing with your head
to keep you close.

Come on, Sofie!

- Frank raised you like a son.
You were making him a fortune.

Why would he have you beaten up?

- With everything
I've done for you,

I deserve
the benefit of the doubt.

- That's why I'm here.

So you can explain yourself.

- There's nothing to explain.
It's them against me.

It's them against us.

- Tell me you didn't do it.

- We're the same blood,
you and I.

We're on the same side.

- Just tell me you didn't do it.

- I was like a son to Frank.

(shallow breathing)

Do you know how much it hurts
to be rejected by your father?

It's happened to me twice.

- You haven't answered
my question, Vincent.

(exhales deeply)

- The Paternos took a
big hit recently.

Big changes are coming.

You'll have to choose
a side, Sofie.

I'm here for you.

I've always been there.

Choose carefully.

You understand?

- Yes.

I understand.

- Your Honor, the prosecution's
evidence is so weak, it's embarrassing.

My client's arrest
was a delaying tactic

designed to help the police
gather evidence against him.

Mr. Paterno is the victim
of police harassment,

which is the basis
for my motion to dismiss.

- I would add that...
- Mr. Paterno...

- Yes, that's me.

- The file states
that you do not have

a credit card or a bank account,

aside from a joint
account with your wife.

No vehicle in your name,

despite being regularly seen
driving luxury automobiles.

- Your Honor,
this has nothing to do...

- Let me finish, counselor.

You have no known source
of employment,

other than claiming to work
at Raffaele Carpets,

a company owned by your
cousin, Raffaele Giacalone.

- No, no, no...
Raffa... ele Giaca... lone.

(sparse laughter)

- Giaca-lone.

- Italian. The most beautiful
language in the world.

- As I was saying...

The company's gross
revenue was $8,034 in 1992

and $22,846 in 1993.

- Times are hard, Your Honor.

- Mr. Paterno...
- Yes.

- what do you say to those who call you
the Godfather of the Canadian mafia?

- Your Honor, I must object.

(tapping)

- Your Honor, I am an honest,
hard-working citizen.

Believe me.

Godfather?

I'm not even sure I understand
what that word means.

If it's about those
who come to see me

because I help them solve
little everyday problems,

then it's true.

I'm always there to help others.

Always.

You know, Your Honor,
Italians are like that.

(laughing)

(in English): Best lawyer in the
country, Mr. Jean Varèse! Remember.

(in French): Mr. Paterno,
just one question!

(frantic questioning)

(in English):
Very happy about today, heh?

(long sigh)

- Fuck.

("Tu vuo' fa l'americano"
playing)

(in Italian):
Ladies and gentlemen!

(in English): A warm
welcome, please,

to our hosts for
this splendid happening.

Caterina and Francesco Paternò!

(applause)

And a hearty greeting, also,

for Giaco Paternò

and his little godson
Vittorio Giacalone.

And now...

A glamorous couple...
(repeats in Italian)

...Patrizio Paternò
and Sofia Gamache!

Now, rumour has it,

I'm told that these two
have big plans for the future!

(crowd cheering, whistling)

And now... Tutti in piedi.
Please rise.

And welcome....

the couple of the day,

celebrating their fiftieth
wedding anniversary...

Il cinquantesimo anniversario
di matrimonio...

Anna and Giacomo Paternò!

(cheering, applause)

- Bravo! Bravo!

(Anna laughing)

(laughing)

(Frank, in Italian):
Good evening, everyone.

(in English):
Thank you very much to be here.

I...

I see friends from all over

that have made a long trip

to celebrate my parents'
anniversary.

(crows exclaiming
congratulations)

Thank you very much. Thank...

I am very,
I'm very touched for this.

Really.
Grazie. Grazie.

Still, I can't help but mention

all those friends
that are not here this night.

My heart goes out
to them and their relatives

that are here this night, eh.

We miss them, dearly.

But I have some good news
to report.

Yes, I was informed that...

changes have been made
to the law.

Yes.

So I hope...

No, no,
I do believe...

I do believe...

...that all our friends
will be here...

for Christmas!

(music playing,
people chattering)

(in French):
Where's your fiancé?

- He's playing with his cousin.

- I don't understand
him sometimes.

Life is too easy for him.
Everything falls into his lap.

(in English):
A true beauty.

So impressive.

How we doing in London, Rav?

- We're all set.
We're ready to go.

- Salim?
- Almost there.

I've transferred most
of the funds to Zecco Inc.

I've yet to move our monies
in Liechtenstein.

I'm being cautious, you know,

since the RCMP is still
investigating over there.

(Zecco): Hah!

I've wired all the kickbacks

to our friends in the coalition.

We're tighter than a nun's cunt.

(groans)

- Ah...

Sorry.

(sniffles)

(exhales sharply)

East.

West.

Hm?

(in Italian):
The world is our oyster.

(slurping)

(laughter)

(in English):
Excuse me. Give me a minute.

(Sofie): I was waiting for you.

- You're not driving.

- Fuck off, Giaco,
I'm driving.

- Sofie's driving.

(in French):
I don't drive stick.

(in English): Fuckin'...

I'm gonna fix this. It's okay.

Do me a favour.

Can you park this for the night
and get my car?

Thanks.

Ride with Enzo.

- Hey, it's a party.
Lay the fuck off, Giaco!

- Pat!! The party's over.
Do as I say.

(in French): Sofie,
I'll drive you home. Come on.

(in English): Go with him.

- Nice.

Tabarnak.

- Thank you.

(valet): Good night.

(in French):
How's your father doing?

- It's not easy for him.

- Henri's a good guy.
He doesn't deserve all this.

I remember when I was a kid,

my grandfather would pick
me up in the morning

and we'd go to the shop
before it opened.

While your father
was taking his measurements,

your mother would make me hot
chocolate with marshmallows.

She'd sit me down
on a little stool.

- That stool is still there.

It must be a thousand years old.

(laughs)

- And she'd give me a wooden
train to play with.

- That's still there, too.

- I always felt at home there.

(motorcycle engine revving)

(in English):
Sofie, get down!

Sofie! Get down! Get down!
Get down!

(Sofie screaming)

(seat belt unlocking, gasping)

(Galati): Is there anything
you want me to do?

(gasping)

(weeping)

(woman weeping)

(praying in Italian)

- Now, what?

(Patrizio): We all know
who's behind this.

Jacky was right,
we shoulda got rid of that fucking animal.

No mercy this time, Pa.

Not this time.

- Don't worry, my son.
(crying)

I just need time...
- No!!

(in Italian): We're not eating three
times a day while my grandson eats dirt.

I want justice.

Let's go.

(distant women wailing)

(Vince's Dad, in French):
I'll do what I have to.

(officer): You're aware
of the risks?

- I don't see any risk
in talking to my son.

- He's unpredictable.
You never know.

- The people I love are
getting beaten and shot at.

This is my family.

My children.
It has to stop, goddammit!

- My men will give you
instructions

and explain exactly what
information we're trying to get.

(in English):
I'm sorry.

(in French): You never
should've been with him.

It's my fault.

- You couldn't have known.

(in English):
This is so fucked up.

(sniffles)

(in French):
Come sit down.

(in English): The two of us...

(in French):
It can never work.

(in English):
It's just the way it is.

(breath trembling)

(in French):
You know what this means?

It means that you and I are
going to make a life together.

We're going to have kids.

It means that your family
is my family, for better...

Look at me!

It means that your family
is my family,

for better or for worse.

We're going to stay together...

...and be strong for each other.

(Patrizio, in English): And you
understand about your brother?

(Sofia): Yes.

(Patrizio, in French): You know,
I'm in favor of this, too.

(in English): I know.

(Birdie): Yeah, it's me.

He just left his house.

No fucking idea.

Yeah, we're tailin' him now.

Well... Lemme know
if we're still on.

- We know where he's going?

- No, he just drove off.
The guys are tailing him.

- Tell Birdie we're still on.

- No matter where?

- I don't give a shit "where".

Make it happen.

- Okay,
just make this happen.

No matter where.
No matter what.

(in French): I'm ready.

There's a car coming.
I think it's him.

I'm not sure.

Yes, it's him.

It's him.

Hello.

- Hi.

- You want to do this upstairs?

- Upstairs, downstairs,
whatever.

- You want a drink?

- I'll have what you're having.

What's so important
that I had to come here?

- The police brought me in
to question me about you.

- It's not like you had
much to tell them.

What kind of questions?

- They wanted to know if you had
something to do with Giaco's death.

According to them,
the Paternos kicked you out,

and you wanted revenge.

- That's a good way to end up
with cement shoes.

- Not if you have people
with you.

There are rumors that
you've built an alliance.

- They briefed you well, huh?

- They want to know
why you were beaten up.

- I don't really know.

Giaco has always been jealous.

I was moving up fast.
Maybe too fast for him.

(sighs nervously)

What are we doing here?

- What do you mean?

- Why the hell am I here?

- I'm trying to understand.
I want to help you.

- Don't you think you're a
couple years too late?

- They say you met
with Tommy Volpi

at the foreign-exchange place.

He mentioned that Frank
had a deal in Italy.

You went outside at one point.

The police want to know if he gave
you Frank's contacts in Italy.

Hey! Hey!

(microphone rustling)

What did you think?

- Betraying me was never
a problem for you.

Go fuck your wives.
Show's over.

- OK, call 911.
We're out of here.

- Frank will want revenge
for Giaco's death.

Give them the names.
It could save your life.

- I'm not a fucking rat.
- And I'm not a traitor!

I know what happened
in Venezuela.

The kids.
I know all about it.

I didn't tell anyone.

What you did is
unforgivable, Vincent.

But I've also done things
that can't be forgiven!

I wasn't able to protect you.

(groans)

(cries painfully)

(panting)

(crying out)

- Fuck.

- Fuck! Shit!

(screaming)

- Pops!

Pops!!

(distant sirens)

(in English): Police! Come out!

Show me your hands!

(police shouting,
radio chatter)

(door closing)

(officer): Alright.

Talk.

(in French): Gerlando Zecco, Salim
Mansouri. Paterno's contacts in Italy.

- Okay.

Say that again.

- Gerlando Zecco,
Zecco International.

Salim Mansouri, Sahara Funds.

There's another partner.
I don't know who it is.

They plan to build
a bridge in Italy.

- Don't worry.
We can make a deal.

- I know.

("Liberta" playing)

- Sir.

It was me!

I'm the one who made peace

between the bikers
and the street gangs!

Without me, it'll be war again!

Heads will roll!

You don't understand!
They're animals!

Wait. Wait a minute.

The bridge...

The bridge could have been
a wonder of the world.

You understand?
A wonder!

Connecting Sicily to Italy
has always been a dream.

A dream for all Italians.

(in Italian): Let's go.
That's enough.

(Frank clearing throat)

(in French):
You have to watch out, Vincent.

They'll try to kill you
in prison.

Poison your food
or strangle you in the gym.

- Thanks for the warning.

- Or maybe it'll happen
in the shower.

With a knife.

Slit your throat
while you sleep.

Or we'll wait until you get out.

And it'll be a hit,
just like with Giaco and me.

Not even married, and
you're already a Paterno.

My father is dead
because of you.

I'm going to get revenge.

And money won't be an issue.

Not with the withdrawal
I just made.

Mm-hm.

59-34-92.

You told me to make use of it.

("Felicità" playing)

- You piece of shit!
I'm gonna kill you, Sofie!

I'm gonna kill you!
- Let's go!

- You're dead, you bitch!

I won't be inside for long!
Watch your back! You're dead!

You fucking slut!

- Move!
- All right, OK.

- Are you gonna calm down?
- Yes.

Let go of me!
- Calm down!

MONTREAL 2018

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(song continues)

♪ Never learn
from my mistakes ♪

♪ From what I make
you always take ♪

♪ Pick the apple of my eye ♪

♪ Fallin' deep
beneath the tide ♪

♪ Oh can't you see ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Better days
yet to come ♪

♪ Flower gardens
bloomings come ♪

♪ But you prefer
the ones that die ♪

♪ You smother me
until I smile ♪

♪ Oh can't you see? ♪

♪ Oh ♪