All language subtitles for Concrete Romance 2007

Honestly, I don't get you.

I loan you a load of cash
and you dick me around?

I know, you thought...

I wouldn't last long anyway.

But I'm still here.

So who was the dick?
You or me?

And you've got a little boy!
Who'll take care of him now?

Shit!

- I'm out of cigarettes.
- Good.

Wildcat.

Hi.

And this?

From the woman downstairs.

- Are you crazy? She'll kill you.
- No, she loves me.

Changed your mind?

You sure?

When'll you tell your father
I'm moving in?

Soon.

- We need to celebrate.
- Where are you going?

To get us a bed.

I'll ask Pompo for a van.

- Diego!
- What?

Trust me.

- See you at the bar.
- No...

It's late, I have to go.

- It's incredible.
- What is?

I'm happy.

Listen up!

- Morning, Captain.
- You know who invented the phone?

- It's been a while since school.
- And you've stayed ignorant!

Meucci invented it, an Italian!

But the Americans
claim that they did, liars!

They invented everything!

You see this?
If they ask you who invented it?

- Meucci.
- Meucci, Captain.

Meucci invented it
and I destroy it!

I won't forget. Don't worry.
Have a nice day.

It's me.

Take down this number plate:
CK 14081.

It's a scooter, I want to know
whose it is. Sooner than now.

You have such fucking luck!

You do!
With the ass your sister's got!

What was that about Asia?

- Nothing.
- Asia!

You made it!
I've waited two hours!

I had to wait for the van.
Come here a sec.

- Hey, Diego. Want a drink?
- Later.

- See this?
- Oh, come on!

I asked you a question.
Did you see it?

I'm the only one
who can talk about that ass,

get it?

Congratulate us. As of today,
Asia and I live together.

To living together then!

We have to get a bed.

- Tired of doing it on the floor?
- Yes.

Your friend can say
what he wants though?

- Stop! Cut it our or else...
- Bitch.

You're still busting off
car mirrors?

- You said you'd stop.
- Must've fallen into his hand.

Shut up!

- You're an ass!
- Come on, Asia!

Wait!
Will you help me get the bed?

Good morning.

- Customer service. Is that a bed?
- Yes, why?

There have been thefts here recently,

did you park far away?

- Yes, he parked down there.
- Was there space here? No!

Don't worry, I'll wait with the bed
while you get the car.

- I'll help you load it too.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You could've tipped him!

Later, he won't run away!

Great! I'm a genius!

- Will you tell me what's wrong?
- Nothing.

I don't care about your bullshit.

I want to know
who that scooter belongs to.

I told you,
Petacchi is staying late tonight.

He's been a pain since he got here.

You're no use like this, you know
what I think of useless people.

- You'll have that name tomorrow.
- You'd better hope so.

Hello?

What's up?

Tonight? Yes, but...

it's late and I'm not at home,
I need a shower.

Okay, I'll be there soon as I can.

- Who was that?
- Stefano.

- I'm working tonight.
- He bugs the shit out of me!

- No, he's nice.
- Yeah, right...

Why don't you find another job?

It's the only job we have,
let me keep it!

Or you could get one,
then next time we'll buy a bed!

Ah, I knew it...
I'm working on it.

My dad'll pay
the first six months rent, then...

Then I'll think of something.
Don't worry.

- Go back to being a Pony!
- A Pony!

It's humiliating!

All day long, on all fours,
with little kids riding you!

You idiot!

- You're an idiot!
- Sure!

- Can I have a kiss?
- No!

I'll try Walter, he asked me
for a hand at the bar.

- It's okay as a start...
- Really?

Yes.

- Swear!
- I swear!

- Who'll help me set up the bed?
- Have it ready when I get back

and you won't be sorry.

Know why they call Americans
"gringo"?

- Is it important?
- Just for curiosity's sake.

You want to know or not?

Let's hear it.

As you know, the American army
has green uniforms...

During the revolution
of Pancho Villa,

the Mexicans,
with the little English they knew,

chased them off saying Green, go!"

That's where "gringo" came from!

Your bullshits made me hungry.
Pull over at that restaurant.

You have to polish the antinico!

- What...
- the fuck!

How can you fall for it every time?

I don't get your joke!

If you don't understand
something, don't say "What?".

- But I never understand.
- Just don't say "what?"

- Understood?
- What?

- What'll it be?
- Is the cook Italian?

I'm the cook.
No Africans here.

Since when do those savages
know how to cook?

I'll have the spaghetti carbonara.

- And for the gentleman?
- The host barbequed on a spear.

You may have heard my remark.

I didn't mean to offend anyone,
just reassure him

that ours is a traditional menu!

- You done?
- Yes.

Bring me a steak, rare.

Excuse me.

What an asshole!

- Hi.
- About time!

- Sorry, but...
- Hurry up!

Take these to that black guy's table.
Tell him they're on the house.

Here we are.

- We didn't order this.
- Compliments of the house!

The girl's got talent.

- You know those two?
- Never saw them before, why?

The white guy just ate me up
with his eyes.

So what's new?

I don't know. I don't like him.

He threw the phone so hard,
the pieces flew everywhere.

- How come?
- He's nuts.

Since his bike accident,
he's been nuts.

I remember. Your dad pulled him out
from under that car.

Your father ever send you a postcard?

- Of course! From Mecozzi.
- What...

the fuck!

You like it?

I haven't tasted it yet.

Taste it then.

You don't waste time, do you?

I mean the wine.

It's terrible. But who knows...

maybe you could offer me
something else.

- Such as?
- Think about it,

you'll find something I'd like.

I think your taste is too difficult.

True, but tonight I could settle.

You might, but I won't.

Get this poison out of here.

Ok.

Know why we say "OK"?

During
the American Civil War battles

the soldiers marked the number
of the deceased on each tent.

When there were none,
they'd write "0 K",

the abbreviation for Zero Killed.

Since then "OK" means
"Everything's fine".

I knew you'd give me something
that I liked.

Said, care for some?

- Of course.
- Please, stop.

Honey.

Is this an hour to come home?

That bastard boss of yours
didn't lift a finger.

I told you...

when everyone had gone,

the black guy pulled out a gun,

Stefano closed the shutters
and I...

What was the black guy's name?

I don't know,
the other one called him Said.

You were right
to not call the police.

Why?

I don't know what you're thinking,
but let it go.

Don't worry.

Go to the doctor for a visit.

Don't say a word about all this.

Not to anyone, you got it?

- I'm going.
- Where?

Relax. I just want to find out
who these guys are.

The police squad
was carrying out

a search for the fugitive...

Still no word
from that son of a bitch Cola.

Why does this scooter
mean so much to you?

What do you see out there?

The usual traffic.

Wrong!

Armored cement.

No postcards for your Japanese,
no monuments,

no churches, no Colosseum,

just armored cement.

From Casal Bruciato to Pietralata,
down the Tiburtina

to San Basilio.

Then north toward Fidene
and Prima Porta...

This is the real Rome.

I want everyone,

when they pass by those buildings
to know that this is all mine.

Not even a fly gets squashed
without my knowing about it.

- You follow?
- Yes.

So tell me, can I be respected

if some little dickhead
can ruin my new car?

- No.
- Bravo.

That's why you'll break his legs.

Nice car, Silvio.
You won the lottery?

Moroni, if you don't play,
you can't win.

- Mancini.
- Good morning.

I've got a problem
with my password again.

Could you check this out for me?

There's a theft report
for this scooter

at the San Lorenzo headquarters,
a week ago.

Does this have something to do
with your case?

Good morning, sir. Nothing.
It's a favor for a friend.

Silvio, get the car and wait for me,
we have work to do.

You mean I'm partnering with you?

- You mind?
- No...

- Lorenzetti?
- He's undercover.

Now get a move on.

Sir, do you want a print out
of this inquiry?

No, don't worry about it.

- Print one and take it to my office.
- Right away.

Thanks.

The shipment arrived at the port,
but don't worry.

The police themselves
will provide the escort home.

Better safe than sorry,

with the scum around here.

Everything ready at the abandoned
plant to handle it?

Yes.

Pass me the chief.

It's the slimeball.

- Yes.
- The scooter is reported as stolen.

There was a theft report last week
at San Lorenzo.

- What time will you be at the port?
- Not today.

- What does that fucking mean?
- I'm partnered with Petacchi today,

I can't move a finger.

I've got to hang up now.

Let's go.

That worthless piece of shit!

What happened?

80 kilos of cocaine
crossed the ocean,

and now because of that smarmy cop
I can't move it the last 100 Km!

Tell the port
the shipment won't move today.

Last night, more cars
were set on fire in the capital...

- Shall I go pay him a visit?
- No.

I still need him, for now.

Another car lost to the flames
of vandals last night in Rome...

12 cars burned
in the Casal Bertone area,

in East Rome.

This is the third act of vandalism
involving cars and motorbikes...

Get me Cima.

- Hey, Pompo.
- Hi.

- Have you eaten?
- Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

- How do you do it? It's an oven here.
- If you want a beer, take one!

- You need the van again?
- No.

I've got a scooter for you.

Did you steal it?

- Have you started stealing now?
- It just so happened...

It happened!

Your father never even stole a nail,
but you had everything you needed!

As long as he felt like it,
but then who saw him again?

Have you thought about your mother?

If they arrest you, she'll die.

If I was looking for a sermon,
I'd have gone to church. Bye.

Where are you fucking going?

Let me see this greased lightening.

You snatch it
from the Vatican Museum?

200 euros.

Don't shoot too high, eh?

I'm doing you a favor!

Listen, you've been around a while...

You know some guy who goes around
with a black bodyguard named Said?

- What business you got with them?
- No, I just noticed them...

Continue just noticing them
from a distance.

- Why? Who are they?
- That's The Chief. He's a developer.

But he runs drugs and prostitution
from Casale to Prima Porta.

What kind of name's that:
"The Chief"?

He pushed stretchers
when he was younger.

20 years ago, he came to Rome,
and that's where peace ended.

Anyone who crosses him
ends up dead.

- Thanks, bye Pompo.
- See you.

Ciao, Unca!

Why aren't you at school?

- Want a hand?
- No, I'm fine thanks.

- What did that asshole do to you?
- Nothing.

You think I'm an idiot?
I'll report him!

Go home, mom's waiting for you.

I wrote down the license plate.

I'll report him
for stealing the scooter.

Samuele, that's enough.
Just go, don't be a pain in the ass.

- Good morning, guys.
- Hello. What a surprise!

- Diego's not with you?
- No, ma'am.

Haven't seen him yet.

- How's university going?
- Great, thanks.

- You're a good kid, Mattia.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Bye.

- You called for me?
- I need two guys for a little job.

But not the usual ones. Clean guys.

What kind of little job?

Excuse me, Chief. I still have to
get used to this smoking thing.

I want some cars set on fire,
including this one.

- When?
- Tonight.

Renato told me you're my man.

- Go on.
- Who's he?

A friend, don't worry.

It's an easy little job.

- 200 euros.
- Is it smoke?

In away...

Come outside, I'll explain.

- I saw Asia today.
- So?

Do it again and I'll report you.

What are you talking about?
You study but you don't get shit!

You don't scare me.
You don't scare anyone!

Cut it out, or I'll hurt you!

That's what you said to her?
"'I hurt you"?

Your sister was raped last night
by two bastards in the restaurant.

I've spent all day looking for them,
all I needed was you.

- Did you tell the police?
- Of course!

So they can tell us it was her fault.

Samuele saw the marks on my neck.

- He thinks it was you.
- He's always been a little dick.

He worries about me.

Then let him worry about The Chief!

Who's The Chief?

The bastard who raped you.

How do you know?

I tried to sell Pompo
a scooter today,

he knows everyone.

So he's in the loop?

According to Pompo,
he is the loop.

You promised me you'd see
Walter about that job...

- Walter?
- Listen, just let it go.

- What?
- Let it go.

Let it go? How can I?

Let's just forget this ever happened,
move on...

How can you ask me to do that?

There's no need...

It wasn't my fault.

You're sure
that's the license plate?

It's right.

If I knew it was that cop's car,
I'd have done it for free.

You know him?

Last year he locked Diego up
for breaking car mirrors.

Let's go and come back later.

Not too late, I start work at 5.

- What a pain! You can be so cander.
- What...

the fuck!

Wait a second...
Get off!

You piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

What are you doing here?

I have to talk to you.

- Where does your Chinese friend live?
- Pang?

He's not Chinese,
he's Korean, from the south.

- Whatever.
- He lives in Santa Maria di Galeria.

By the church. Why?

I need a gun.

You, a gun?
You wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Your mom was looking for you.
- Thanks.

Good morning!

The Chiefs looking for
a black scooter, stolen. You seen it?

Honestly, no.

Why's he looking for it?

- If I can ask...
- If it shows up, call me right away.

Ok.

- And this?
- Oh right, I forgot!

Someone left it here one night,
after I closed.

Must have been used
to snatch a purse...

- Have you seen Silvio?
- He's got the day off.

Last night
pyromaniacs set some cars on fire

and his was one of them.

- His new car?
- Yep!

I say it was the guy
whose parking place he snagged.

- What do you mean?
- I was on duty last night.

There was a license plate written
on the ground by his car.

- Like the place was reserved.
- You remember the number?

Mazzini, are the pictures
of the car burnings done?

Will you send them to my office?
Thanks.

You remember now, you jerk?

I don't know who brought it.

It was out front when I opened!

You've got to believe me.

You want to piss me off today.

Listen...

If someone comes to ask money for it,
I'll let you know.

Ok?

Believe me!

- It's true.
- Shut your mouth!

This is the report
Cola was looking for.

These two numbers are the same.

That's helpful, right?

I don't know, maybe.

This photo was never taken,
I'll take responsibility for it.

What an honor! Our police friend
deigns to pay us a visit!

What need was there
to burn my car?

What you erroneously refer to
as your car

was purchased by the generous
contributions of myself.

Generous and punctual.

You have been neither
generous nor punctual recently.

I already explained...

Since Petacchi got transferred to us,
I can't move.

Yet you found the time to come today.

I have 80 kilos of coke
held up at the port,

that's unpleasant for me.

For curiosity's sake...

What's with the license plate?

A little shit on a scooter

knocked the side mirrors off
some cars...

among which my new Mercedes.

He drove by with his foot up
and broke it?

Yes.

The little dick
didn't learn his lesson!

What little dick
are you talking about?

Months back, I arrested a kid
who had this same nice little habit.

That wasn't enough to teach him.

- What was his name?
- Diego Santini, I think.

Santini...

- You know where he lives?
- Garbatella, I think.

- I'll check out the address.
- You handle the coke shipment.

Said will take care of it.

Shall I call you a taxi?

Go to Cima.

The two guys that burned the cars
are from Garbatella,

maybe they know Santini.

And remember...

when you find him...

make sure he knows why you do it.

How's Asia?

- We've decided to live together.
- So what's new?

I haven't been home much lately,
have I?

Asia is a good girl.
She works, studies...

I'm happy for you.

Any word about work for you?

So?

They need a brain surgeon
at the Policlinic.

- I think I'll accept the offer.
- You little scoundrel!

I'll send you to the brain surgeon
if you keep fooling around!

Mom...

I need the car
for a couple of days.

The keys are there.

Thanks.

Remember how much fun
we had that day?

- Do you want it? Take it!
- No, thanks.

Do it for me.
Just to remember.

I forgot about it some time ago!

Listen...

we always fight about this.

This time, at least,
will you let it go?

Fine...

Just looking in the mirror
must make you think of him!

You look so much alike,
how can you forget him?

Forget him?
He chose to go!

When he realized he was a failure,
he ran off.

For me,
dad was like this ashtray here,

where no one even smokes.

You've been in this museum
waiting for him to call for 12 years.

When will you forget him?

- I want to help you find them.
- Forget it, kid.

- I want to help...
- You're the last thing I need!

She's my sister, damn it!

Maybe it's time you learn to live
in the real world.

Get in.

- I'm sorry for yesterday.
- Listen...

I'll take you with me
on one condition.

Your sister can't know about it.

- Got it?
- Got it, where are we going?

Asia doesn't want to work here
anymore.

You owe her two months pay,
so I came for it.

She said you owe her 600 euros.

- And I need it now.
- Do I look like an ATM?

I'm really sorry about what happened,
but...

between me and you,
she asked for it.

They were two thugs,
dangerous types...

- So by acting a certain way...
- What way?

Look, I know your sister!

She kisses up to certain clients
for a bigger tip!

Piece of shit.

What are you doing?

I'll take this for now,
but I'll be back.

- Got something for me?
- Yes.

The man who left this
says to talk to that guy there.

Sit down.

I heard you're looking for me.

You did a good job yesterday.

- If you have others...
- I'll let you know.

I have one now that's perfect
for your friend Diego.

Where can I find him?

I haven't seen him for a few days,
but he goes home at night.

- Where's that?
- Via Bertossi, 2.

How do I know it's him?

Glock 17. Austrian iron.
9 Calibur.

17 shot steel barrel.

Lightweight barrel:
weighs 900 grams loaded.

Anatomic grip,
ambidextrous manual grip.

Used by the FBI.

Smith and Wesson special. Chromed.

Short barrel.
Inoxidized steel, satin finish.

Rubber grip.

One kilo 75 grams empty.
6 shots.

Kicks ass!

Is it real?

You like it?

- How much you want for this one?
- 1000.

- I've only got 600.
- Get another 400 and it's yours.

And if I take it anyway?

I'll say that one is not loaded.

I'm a terrible mother.

No, that's not true.

It's true, it is. Look at you!

It's a couple of scratches.

It's not too late to help your son,
you understand?

Yes...

I'll talk to Diego.

Maybe...

we'll go away for a few days...

- What do you think?
- That's better.

Relax, everything will be fine.

Diego's a good kid.

Don't move.
I said don't turn around, Santini!

- Let's get in your car.
- Who are you? What do you want?

To give you a little lesson.

What did I do to you?

If for the mirrors
I have to break your legs,

then this bullshit's going to
cost you an extra arm.

- Thank God you came back.
- I left my backpack in the car.

Who was that?

I don't know.

What happened?

How did you find him?

This is the man who raped me.

He found me.

- I have to get out of here.
- Wait! Talk to the police, please.

- I love you.
- Me too, so much.

Go home,
I'll sleep at Pompo's tonight.

Don't say a word, clear?

Take them to the station.

Who are they?

Brother and sister:
Asia and Samuele Morelli.

They happened to be here,
heard the shot

but only saw a car drive off.

Maybe they're lying.

Wasn't he the bodyguard for Zorzi,
"The Chief"?

I think so.

Ugly situation, eh?

- Any witnesses?
- No.

Only Mrs Mazzini
who lives in that house.

She heard the shot...

The prince entered the dragon's cave
very quietly,

he thought the dragon was asleep.

- But he wasn't.
- Why?

Because he'd gone out to dinner
and had too much to eat.

So the prince found himself face
to face with the terrible dragon.

Just a second.

You're certain it's Said?

Daddy, what then? The prince?

The prince killed the dragon.

- Where did you meet Puccio?
- At the university.

You're cute, you know?

- Pass it around?
- Just a sec.

- You sure are a prost.
- What...

the fuck!

Take a look around.

What the fuck is going on?

Ladies, get out of here!

You've seen nothing.

Shut the door.

Why are you doing...

May I?

We're in a hurry to track down
a friend of yours...

Diego Santini.

I haven't seen him in ages.

Wrong answer.

I know nothing!
What are you doing?

- Tell me where to find him.
- He was leaving Rome this morning.

- Going where?
- Some town, I don't know the name.

- You know where he could be now?
- In that town.

Listen you immigrant shit,
your friend shot one of our men.

So either he's come back

or he's got a killer weapon
and brilliant aim!

If you want to save your asses,

tell me where to find Diego.

We don't know!

You see, in life
there's always something to learn.

This, for example,

is a gun.

If you pull the trigger,
you hear a sound, like this.

The only reason you're still alive
is that you're Italian.

So as I see it
you get a second chance.

Where's Diego?

He lives with his girlfriend.
Via Bertossi 2.

He isn't there. Where could he be?
Has he got relatives?

Just his mother
but I don't know her address!

Fine.
That's enough for tonight.

But if you hear anything,
let us know.

Because if I don't find him,
I'll be back for you.

Every night... I'm the boogie man
you're mother told you about.

"Interrogation...
the vehicle used

in the act of vandalism
declared by Santini

as belonging to his girlfriend,
Asia Morelli...

who, called to testify,
confirms.

Asia Morelli.

- Mancini?
- Yes, inspector.

What do we do with those two
in the hall?

The kids?
The boss said to wait for him.

Remember that computer virus
that cancelled all the data from '99?

Go downstairs,
get me the '99 files for armed theft.

- All of them?
- All.

- But that'll take an hour.
- I'm here.

Goon, it's urgent!

Miss Asia, come with me.

Have a seat.

I'm Attorney Terenzi.
I've been called to address

the grave charges which have been
filed against you

and your brother.

What?

Accomplices in a homicide,
that's no joke.

You risk going to jail tonight,
your brother to juvenile hall.

We have nothing to do with it.

That's not what
the Prosecutor's Office thinks.

- It's not possible...
- Don't worry. I'm here now.

But to get you out of trouble...

I'll need some information.

For example, someone who saw you,
who can exonerate you?

Think about it...

If there is someone,
I need to know where they are.

I don't know.

Look at me.

This is your last and only hope.

Do you want your brother
to be locked up?

Let Samuele go home,
he's not involved.

I told you, I'll take care of him.

So...
where is Santini?

I didn't tell anyone about Diego.

What do you know about him?

You're not a lawyer.
Who the fuck are you?

Listen you...

You know
who your little friend shot?

- An asshole.
- True, that's true.

But his friends are a bit pissed off.

If you really care about Diego...

help me find him.

I can save his life.
It all depends on you.

Go to hell!

Will you tell me now?

We'll find him anyway.

Good night.

Sit down.

As you like.

So, will you tell me
what you saw?

Do you know Diego Santini?

The SIM card in the cell phone
we found was his,

so I presume he was there
when Said was killed.

Did he kill him?

There was another murder tonight...

Not far from there.

His name was Mileus Gheorge.

He was Albanian.

He was 22.

- Santini kept himself busy tonight.
- Diego didn't kill Unca!

- No? Why not?
- They were friends.

- Was Said his friend too?
- No.

In fact, he killed him.

It was in self defense,
he wanted to kill Diego!

- Kill him? Why?
- I don't know.

Said said he'd make him pay
for the car mirrors.

Mirrors?

I read something...

Here it is.

"Santini arrested,
charged for damages, six cars..."

He did this again?

A few days ago, but why?

This time,
he kicked off the wrong car mirror.

I don't get it, it's driving me mad!

For fuck's sake!

If this time
Santini stole the scooter,

then how did The Chief
find him so quickly?

Dammit,
in 48 hours not even the Mossad!

What is it?

The report at time of the offense...

signed by?

Silvio Cola.

De Paolis, get me the photo
in the top drawer.

I know it's hard, but please...

Is this the license plate...

of the scooter Diego stole?

I don't remember.

- Yes, that's it.
- Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Where is Diego now?

I don't know.

Ok, let's go.

Mancini...

Keep these two kids here, for now.

Here they're safe.

Commissioner!

Diego...

is at Pompo's.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm sorry...

I'm in trouble.

You don't know what...

- What happened to you?
- They were looking for you.

I don't know what you did,
but you're in deep shit!

So go on, get out.

If they find you here,
I'll be fucked too!

- But what do they want?
- Don't ask me!

Want some advice?

Go to the police.
You're better off in jail!

Sooner or later,
The Chief will track you down.

- Got it?
- The police?

I knocked off the black guy!

- You're dead.
- Was I supposed to let him kill me?

Listen...

Go home, get your girlfriend,
and get as far away as you can!

- Got it?
- Where?

How do I know?

All right, I get it...

I'm going.

What's that?

- It's the black guy's gun.
- You're carrying a gun

that killed someone?

Smart move, kid!
My compliments.

Hand it over!

I'll get rid of it for you!

Good morning.

- Is Diego Santini here?
- Who?

- Diego Santini.
- Don't know him.

Wake up, son! The high flying
flag sounded some time ago!

- Is this room empty?
- No.

Have you seen
that good for nothing Santini?

- No, sir.
- I knew it.

He's deserted
the tribute to the flag again!

When you see him,
give him this and send him to me.

Yes, sir.

At ease, son.

Mad bastard!
I'd have killed you.

- Diego!
- Captain, I can't right now.

Your house is full of cockroaches.

Come to mine.

The cockroach upstairs
is blonde and armed.

The same sort of insect that killed
your Albanian friend last night.

Unca?

How do you know?

People talk and don't care
about what a crazy old man hears.

Captain, fuck!

I can't take this anymore!

I want to go to the police.

Good idea.

Will you take me there?

Of course I will.

They're burning the brush
all around you

to force you out into the open.

Tell your mother it's better
you change air for a while.

Mom!

I have to call her!
Where's the phone?

- Where is it?
- I threw it out the window.

Remember?

Darling, it's mom.

Can you call me back?
I've something important to tell you.

I love you.

- Who is it?
- A friend of Diego's. Is he there?

He doesn't live here anymore.

I have to leave him something,
can I come up?

Sure, fourth floor.

- Hello?
- Tanabuso is dead, get out of there.

- What should I do?
- The shipment's arrived.

- I need you at the bridge.
- Ok.

- Load it.
- Ok.

- You know why we say that?
- Say what?

Ok.

- Why we say "OK".
- No, why?

Never mind.

Give me a cigarette.

So you're the one
who broke the mirror off my Mercedes.

I don't believe it.

For a mirror?

This whole mess
for a fucking mirror?

Not just any old mirror,
my mirror on my car,

which you smashed off in my city.

And it was worth enough
to have my mother killed?

And to rape my girlfriend?

Your girlfriend?

That waitress was your girlfriend?

I had no idea, I swear.

But in any case

your girlfriend
wasn't worth my Mercedes' mirror.

Put the gun down, Santini!

Police! Hands in the air!

Did you hear what he said?

He raped my girlfriend.

And he killed my mother.

- Did you hear?
- I heard!

I heard...

Don't worry. Leave him to me.

But now put the gun down.

Don't do anything stupid!

Please.

Bravo, my dear officer.

You can choose the color
of your new car.

You see the importance
of punctuality?

You know something?

Years back I knew another Santini,
before you.

A loser who had the bad idea

to not pay me back
the money I'd lent him.

It must be destiny,
the Santinis and I don't get along.

Get rid of this asshole for me.

Cola, toss the gun!

- I was about to call you, sir.
- Cut the crap.

What a surprise!

Careful, you'll ruin my suit.

You've got nothing on me,
I'll be out in 2 hours

and you'll apologize.

But it won't be enough.

That's the way things work,
you'll be in, I'll be out.

There's nothing you can do about it.

You're born a loser,
you die a loser... Santini.

My father...

wasn't a loser.

You hear?
He wasn't a loser!

The death of Zorzi "The Chief".

Corpses found of Franco Zorzi
and young Diego Santini

we'll paint the walls.

Yes.

In the kitchen, blue.

And here...

- Pink.
- What?

Are you nuts? No!

I read in a magazine
that it's very relaxing.

And if we have a little girl
she'll have a room.

- What if it's a boy?
- He'll get used to it.

- Are you kidding?
- I've decided.

Listen to you!

- So yellow then?
- No!

Green?

I love you.

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