All language subtitles for Adagio.2023.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Fuckin' hell!

It's me without an invite

You're pointing your finger at

But I was never in no circus

It's me with my crew in the dark street

Except for sound and gold
After that nothing's left

It's me
And now try to stop me

They can't hurt us
Your stupid weapons

If money's the root
Of all this evil

Now you know why I can't trust ya...

How's it going?

I can't do it.

Dad, that's normal.

It's hard for everyone.

I've never been able to do it either.

You didn't like the pasta?

It was a lot.

It's hot.

Want me to peel you an apple?

There's ice cream in the freezer.

Alright, I gotta go.

Watch TV.

Alright.

I'm off, call me for anything.

- Lock the door.
- Yeah.

Lock it!

"The Last Night of the World."

This way.

Let him in.

Thanks.

The puppy's in.

Alright.

Lollo.

Go with the basil.

The secret's in the basil.
You gotta put tons in.

Is it good?

Dunno!

No worries, I'll tell you.

You like it?

I think so.

You think?

No, no... it's good.

Luciana?

Your girlfriend's name?

No, it's my mom's.

How cute.

Maybe later, back there...

I got something better.

Pink.

Maybe later.

I'm gonna go grab a drink.

Thanks.

What a sweetie.

Who wants my wand?

Fuckin' fag...

What?

Is it boiling?

Yes.

Put the pasta in, it's so hot in here.

Set the table.

What ya watchin'?

Nothing, it's for work.

It'll be ready in two minutes.
Call your brother.

- Matteo!
- I could've done that, go downstairs.

Matteo!

What the fuck...?

Asshole.

What're we having?

Drain it.

What're you watching?

Work.

Hello?

That fucking thing filmed me!

But it's our stuff, chill.

Tell me when there's cameras!

What's the problem?

They can see me snorting.

And that I'm at this party...

full of male prostitutes.

I don't give a fuck about that!

But I do.

- Your fuckin' problem. Taking photos?
- Yeah.

Go back in and keep going.

They gotta show him with boys and dope.

Yeah, but...

And if he wants a blowjob, you do it.

You got no choice, remember?

Yeah, but this is even worse...

That's what you think.

How is it?

Too much basil.

- I knew it.
- That's actually the secret.

C'mon... it's all green.

It's good.

If you say so.

What's the job?

It's a job.

But what kind?

- Matteo...
- Okay, I'll just eat.

Fuckin' hell.

Excuse me.

- Did you go to the gym?
- Yeah.

They wrecked me.

The puppy's leaving,
does that seem right?

Not at all.

That fucker will hear me now.

Don't forget he's got one of our phones.

I'll get it back.
You take care of the recording.

He'll handle it.

You've reached the voicemail...

Fuckin' prick.

I gotta go out.

- Where you goin'?
- Be right back. I'll bring ice cream.

Granita.

- Don't fuck around.
- Don't worry.

We'll do our best.

Thanks.

Yes?

It's Manuel.

Who?

Manuel, Daytona's son.

Manuel!

Did something happen to your dad?

No. To me.

Can I come up?

Yeah, sure.

Evening.

Good idea, take the elevator.

Then when the power goes out
we'll all have a giggle.

Thank you!

Why didn't you go to your father?

He wouldna understood.

And if he did, he woulda killed me.

And he woulda been right,
getting mixed up like that...

Did you recognize
the guy you took the photos of?

No, I dunno.

For sure he's some big shot.

What do I do now?

Go back there?

I'll call them back.

What can they do to me?

Let's be clear, Manuel,

you're in deep shit.

You know a bunch of stuff
you shouldn't know.

And above all, you got this.

I'm in deep shit.

Yep, real deep shit.

But you did one thing right.

Yeah?

You came to me.

Patch the puppy's cell to
the IMsl Catcher and take me to him.

Patched into the puppy's phone.

Tell me when you're in.

There are surveillance cameras.
I gotta go the long way.

Sorry to bother you, I'm Manuel.

My dad's Mario Coretti, Daytona.

What are you doin' here?

Pol Niùman told me to come here.

He told you that?

I'm in trouble.

You gotta leave.

Please.

I can't do nothin', go home.

Pol Niùman says
they'll look for me there.

That's why...

What?

You gotta go.

Want me to get it cold from the fridge?

Daytona, Pol Niùman...

I hoped I'd never hear
those names again.

Silvia, I swear
I don't know why he came here.

I swear.

They're dead to me.

We made a deal you and me:
you gotta stay on your side.

I just came over here for a moment.

Don't complicate things, Romeo.

Why don't you get it?
I got a broken heart too.

I opened the door, I nearly had a fit.

He looked just like Lollo.

I get it, that's why I let you come back.

But you gotta stay on your side,

'cause my heart breaks
even when I see you.

You get it?

I'm in.

Copy that.

Go upstairs.

You're close.

You reached the target.

Over.

Come on in.

I was expecting you.

Show me your hands.

Don't worry, I'm alone.

Where's the boy?

- You needn't worry about him.
- I'll decide that.

Tell me where he is or I'll lose it.

He's just a kid.

He doesn't even realize
the shit you've put him in.

Who you wanna fuck over,
a guy who's rolling in it?

A politician?

None of your fuckin' business!

Are you stupid?

You dunno a fuckin' thing, you hear me?

I gotta put my hand in my pocket.

Don't move.

I got something for you in my pocket.

Slowly.

Here.

Don't worry,

I won't say anything.

How much they paying you
for this job? 80, 100?

You give me 20%
and I'll send him back to finish the job.

You blackmailing me?

Holy fuck!

I came here to get the phone back,

now I'll have to shoot you in the face!

You fuckin' blind?

It depends.

You blind and you're trying
to fuck with me?

You're being an asshole to a guy
who wants to help you.

You're the asshole!

Now you're pissing me off!

- I wouldn't if I were you.
- On your knees!

Hands on your head.

You sure you're alone?

You won't solve anything like this.

Shut up.

You won't solve anything like this...

You better make a deal with me
or you'll never find the kid.

- And he knows everything.
- Shut up!

Fuck!

Where the fuck are you, blind man?

Motherfucking son of a bitch!

I told you.

Now we gotta make a deal.

Did you get the puppy?

What the fuck you talkin' about?

We're on our way.

No, I'll lose the signal!

Bruno, I don't know
if we got enough footage.

- Pol Niùman said...
- I've fuckin' had it with you!

What are you doing here?

I said you gotta leave!

You hear me?

Pol Niùman said you'd kick me out.

And that I had to do everything
to stay here.

What the fuck's this?

You okay?

It's nothing. It went straight through.

What now?

Clean up the blood,
the shells, the prints.

- How many did you fire?
- Seven.

Where?

They will have called the cops.
We got 15 minutes.

The fuck you talkin' about?
What about him?

- He's a Magliana Gang member.
- You serious?

But he don't count for shit no more.

The kid knows who you are.

He knows.

I told that to your boss...

I can't see, but he can't hear.

Shut up.

We'll fix everything, boss.

After all, we're good people, right?

- He's gotta tell us where the kid is!
- I tried.

We'll find him.

Boss, you'll never find the kid.

Ever.

Blind man...

take a deep breath.

Fuck off!

We keep going
and finish what we started.

Vasco, you're underestimating this.

If I did, that guy'd still be alive.

Or was it better to let
an old Gang member hold us by the balls?

I'm just saying be careful.

Gunshots reported
at No. 90 Via Casilina Vecchia.

Exercise maximum caution.

It took 'em over an hour to get there,
what you worried about?

Well, I am worried.

We're approaching the scene.

Notify us of details immediately...

Yeah, I'm at the scene.

- I'll update you asap.
- Copy that.

Kiddo.

What're you doing?

Got your backpack ready for tomorrow?

Put your brother on.

Matteo, I'll be home late.

A film's okay,
but not the crap you watch.

Lollo can't stay up late,
we gotta leave tomorrow at 9:30.

Alright.

Love you.

Cover your wound.

Good evening. License and registration.

You hear me? License and registration.

I can hear. Can you see?

Don't you recognize your superiors?

- I beg your pardon.
- Pardon, my ass.

- You never go to the passenger side.
- The car was coming from...

And if they don't give you
their documents, you just wait?

Go.

Officer.

Yes, sir.

Go.

And what did these cops do?

They caught me with some blow.

What does "some" mean?

A lot, enough to get me in the shit.

Look me in the eye when you talk to me.

They offered me an exchange:

if I went to a party,
they'd make it all go away.

To a party?

Yeah, a weird party.
There was a guy dressed as a woman.

There was food and drinks.

Blow.

There was a few kids like me.

It's the twentieth time
the lights have gone out today!

It's all burning, look.

What were you s'posed
to do at this party?

Nothing.

They gave me a phone,

I had to take photos
and see who was there.

Then I was s'posed
to tell 'em everything.

Only there was this camera there.

Scared me shitless, so I split.

And now they're after me.

Why did Pol Niùman send you here?

Is your dad involved in this?

No, he's got nothin' to do with it.

He don't know nothin' about it
and he mustn't find out.

I went straight to Pol Niùman,

he told me he'd take care of it

and he sent me to you.

He said you're the right person,

the one who could help me out.

Me, the right person?

That's what he said?

Yeah.

Will you help me?

Stay here.

If you make any noise
I'll shove your ass over the edge.

Yeah.

And put back what you took.

If there was no danger Pol Niùman
wouldn't have sent me here, right?

I dunno.

I'll patch you up,

but if it starts bleeding
you gotta go to the hospital.

I don't want to do internal stitches.

- Just hurry up.
- I'm doing my best.

Try not to move
'cause I dunno if it'll hold.

Look who's here.

Snookums!

- What are you doing here at this hour?
- I missed you.

I can imagine.

While you were here jerking off,

we wrapped up those four,
tell that to your boss.

Actually, you know what?
I'll tell him myself.

- Call him.
- No, leave him alone.

For once he's with his kids.

Anyway, dude, congratulations.

See ya, snookums.

You're late.

We do what we can.

Where's the video?

It's not ready yet.

Why?

The power's going on and off,
the blackouts.

We're editing it,

but there's everything you need.

Can you see him?

You got it all?

The blow, the boys?

Everything.

- I want to reassure my clients.
- You can.

Yeah, but I need it in two hours.

Tomorrow morning.

Get the money ready.

The kid's father's also in the Gang.

He's even above the guy you killed.

A list of priors this long, dude.

You shoulda checked.

Massimo, chill out.

Why the fuck should I chill out?

The shit's gonna hit the fan!

What the fuck you scared of?
They're walking dead!

And we brought 'em back to life.

I got a two-month-old son,

I don't wanna go to jail
for chump change.

I got two kids
and a lawyer eating my ass!

Without that chump change, I'll lose 'em.

You fed the broker a bunch of bullshit.

Who knows if we'll ever see that money!

You can see him snorting coke in drag.
It's more than enough.

Even if the video comes out,
there's a kid who knows who we are

and that we killed the blind man.

We'll tell the broker
we had a technical hitch.

Let's end it here.

You gonna pay back
the 50 grand advance?

It's bullshit, Bruno.

And we still got the problem of the kid.

He's the only problem we got.

We gotta find the little motherfucker
and everything'll be fine.

And after we find him?

Let's find him first.

Matteo.

I can't take Lollo to summer camp,
you take him.

For fuck's sake...

I'm sorry but I'm slammed with work.

- What time is it?
- 5:30am.

You're telling me now?

I gotta go out again.

- What time does he have to be there?
- At 10:00am.

I got four more hours.

I'll set your alarm for 9:00am.

I'll leave some money on the table.

I'm sorry.

Morning. Got a friend who's bright?

- Why?
- You got one, or not?

But why?

He's gotta pick up your father.
I gotta speak to him.

Don't you know he's not all there?

If I didn't, I woulda already
shot him in the head.

What?

My son died because of your father.

And I did twelve years because of him.

- Pol Niùman knew about it?
- What do you think?

- So why'd he send me to you?
- That's what I'd like to know.

Maybe it's best if I go.

No, you're staying here.

I'm sorry...

Call your friend.

You want me to help you or not?

You sure he's bright?

Romeo?

What do I gotta do?

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- Who are you?
- Daytona, it's Paolo.

Paolo?

Manuel's friend.

The one with the star.

Paolo.

Daytona, you gotta come with me.

Yeah, it's for Manuel.

Get dressed and I'll explain.

- Lock the door.
- No need, we're going straight out.

A8...

D6...

A8...

D6...

A7...

A8...

Daytona.

It's cool in here.

Your son showed up
at my place last night.

He's mixed up with the cops.

You don't know nothing, right?

They nabbed him with some blow
so to avoid getting arrested,

he agreed to do a little job
but he pissed himself and left.

And now they're looking for him.

- He says that's what happened.
- A9.

He's not really my son, Giuseppe,
he's adopted.

It's something else,
I've never been able to love him.

H6. What number you got?

Look at me.

It's me, the Camel.

Camel?

Your son came to my place.

Pol Niùman sent him.

Then Pol Niùman got killed.
What's goin' on?

Pol Niùman?

He went blind, did you know?

Or was it Pino Overspender?

No, no, it was Pol Niùman.

You're the Camel.
Sorry, I didn't recognize you.

Damn old age
and it's worse every day.

How do you get by?

My fuckin' business.

I'm a sort of scrap collector.

Camel.

I'm sorry for Lollo and for you.

I didn't even come to visit you.

With this damn crazy head of mine...

it's hard.

It comes and goes, you know.

Wait ten minutes before leaving.

Get to the doctors' offices over there,
at the end there's a door,

go through it and there's stairs.

Got that?

Offices, door, stairs.

Good.

Why?

Maybe someone followed you.

Who?

Do what I said.

See ya, Camel.

Camel!

Daytona, I hate you.

I hate you.

With all my heart.

I hate you!

Twelve years in prison because of you!

I thought of my son every single minute.

I don't give a fuck
if your head works or not,

I was outta my head every single minute!

Every single minute.

Every single minute.

This is my pain.

I got your son,

if you got me mixed up in this,
I'll kill him first, then you!

Sit down, I'll do it.

I saw the kid,

he was coming down the stairs.

You were right,

he looks like Lollo.

And you're an asshole, Romeo.

He did it all.

I kicked him out.

He broke the door.

I was just trying to understand.

But even if that's true, what changes?

What?

You come back, they come back...

Everything comes back.

Nina.

Hi.

- Anyone been looking for me?
- Here?

No.

Do me a favor?

It's dead, will you charge it for me?

Thanks.

What did you find?

A gym, the names of a few friends,

including the one that brought Daytona
to the hospital this morning.

- Girlfriends?
- No.

In the list of Daytona's priors
there's two names that recur,

one's...

Giuseppe Cavallari,
aka Pino Overspender, died a year ago.

The other one's Romeo Baretta,

aka the Camel.

He did ten years plus two
in a forensic psychiatric hospital.

An animal.

He was released a month ago
on medical grounds.

He's got cancer.

Bruno, what is it?

- The old man's coming back.
- I'll fix everything and we'll leave.

Wait.

Okay, I'll meet you there.

He didn't stop at the entrance.

I'll go with Bruno.

Me?

You stay here
in case the kid shows up.

We'll see if the old man
leads us to his son.

If you need the car, it's downstairs,
20 yards up on the left.

1, 2, 3...

25 mikes from the cross street
on the right.

I see you.

Morning, Daytona.

125 / 15...

makes 15.

Whaddaya doin' with these numbers?

I gotta exercise my brain.

My illness.

And does it work?

It don't cost nothin'.

Hey, Daytona.

- 5 x 50...
- That's how it is now.

Equals 250.

Times being what they are.

Even the government cuts pensions.

But not by half.

Daytona, I'm givin' ya half
'cause it's you.

There's people who don't get
nothin' no more, you should be happy.

Daytona.

7 x 8?

31!

Way to go!

Where the fuck's he going now?

You trying to kill yourself?

Get outta here!

Jeez, look at the state he's in.

Where is he?

If you move I'll slit your throat!

Hands on the wheel.

Drive.

You gotta forget it all.

About Manuel, about me.

All of it.

Nothing ever fucking happened.

Fair enough, but we just
wanna talk to the kid.

- Before he fucks up again...
- Bullshit!

- You know who I am...
- Yeah.

So you also know
we mind our own fucking business,

but if you step on our toes...

Everyone goes their own fuckin' way.

It's best for everyone. Are we clear?

Alright.

Bruno, pull over.

No way, keep going.

See your cop cousins' sign?

Now slow down.

- What the fuck...?
- Shut up.

Stop.

I wanna trust you.

If you make me regret it,
you'll regret it more.

I'm gonna kill you.

- What now?
- We can't make a fuckin' move.

Let's go.

They're looking for you.

Dad?

Hey, Dad.

Mario.

My name's Mario.

Listen to me, Manuel,

at your age I'd already left home.

I did my bit,
now you're on your own.

I heard you found a way
to make a living, right?

It's not me who needs you.

So we're good then.

You don't know what you're saying.

It comes and goes, you know.

You're Manuel, I'm Daytona.

Luciana died six years ago, on May 10th.

It's working!

Go and get your things.

- They're looking for me...
- No one's looking for you anymore.

I took care of it this time. Goodbye.

When you're done, lock the house.

Hey, Manuel.

- You got any dope at home?
- No.

- A couple of joints, why?
- Strange movements.

- What movements?
- People I've never seen on the stairs.

Maybe I'm paranoid,
but better not to risk it.

I ditched everything.
Let's hope I didn't fuck up.

Suspected of murder,
between 16 and 20 years of age.

Thin build, shaved hair.
Five feet six.

First three numbers
from the scooter license plate:

961.

They filmed him going
into the blind man's.

If they find him, we're done for.

We'll find him first.
Fuckin' hell...

And don't tell Massimo a fuckin' thing!

There he is!

They're at my house.

The cops.

How do you know?

Dad always locks the door.

It's a fixation.

The door was closed but unlocked.

I don't know where to go.

You shoulda stayed here.

I was careful, no one followed me.

You were careful, huh?

You left your scooter downstairs!

Why did you go to your place?

- My dad...
- Your dad, what?

He told me he took care of it, but...

What was he s'posed to take care of?
see, he's involved?

No, on the contrary.

- I gotta warn him.
- Turn that thing off.

- Why?
- Because!

Turn it off and get rid of your scooter.

C'mon, move!

Let's get outta here.

And my scooter?

Scooters have license plates.
Maybe they even know yours, huh?

I'll leave it here.

Now tell me the truth.

You sellin' coke?

Why?

- With that face?
- Why, what's my face like?

The face of a guy who'd shit himself
tricking out his scooter.

Tell me the truth.

Why were they after you?

I told you.

Don't bullshit me!

Cut the crap!

Better?

This fuckin' heat.

It's not normal.

You want the truth?

They caught me sucking a guy's cock.

Why did you do that?

For money.

What did you need money for?

The same as everyone else.

Maybe to take a girl out to dinner,

to buy myself something nice,

something I like.

I only did it to live better.

Give 'em to me.

I can't hear a thing.

Hold on.

Can you hear it?

Can you hear it?

They told me

that if I didn't do what they said
they'd trash me.

The thought my dad would find out,

that he'd know everything
and about all the others...

You know what the worst thing is?

The shit you listen to
with these headphones.

You gotta leave, Manuel.

You got anyone outside Rome,
where they can't get to you?

No. I mean, I don't think so.

Think about it.

You can't stay here anymore.

6 x 7, 42.

Divided by 2, x 4...

Quit clowning around, asshole.

My head... it comes and goes.

Please, don't hurt me.

I don't even know who the fuck you are.

You're pissing me off!

This bullshit that you're not all there,
save it for your friends.

Keep this up
and I'll knock your lights out.

You hear me?

You hear me?

I dunno where he is.

The blind man's dead
'cause he tried playing smart.

I'll see you end up the same way!

7 x 8, 56.

I'm sick of this shit.

You filthy old bastard!

Apparently, you don't
give a fuck if you die.

How about living smeared in shit?

You wanna know
how we caught your son?

You recognize him?

Look!

See what he's doing?

Look.

Look what your son's doing.

It'll be in the papers
they hand out in the subway.

Daytona's son, a male prostitute.

And everyone will know it's not true
that you're not all there.

The father, a sewer rat.

The son, a male prostitute.

Think about it.

Think about it hard...

because if a son acts like that,

it means his father's a piece of shit.

A father who doesn't hear
from his son or see him.

A father who doesn't give
a shit about his son.

So, Daytona,

if you don't give a shit about him,

tell us where he is.

Is he with another of your buddies?

Out with it.

Do what you've always done,

don't give a shit

and save your ass.

3 x 42, 126.

6 x 21, 126.

7 x 18, 126.

9 x 14...

What the fuck did you do?

- Shut up, Massimo.
- Get your hands off me!

You killed two people!
We'll get 30 years!

It wasn't supposed to go like this!

If it goes south,
we'll leave you out of it.

I give you my word.

Nothing to do with you, it was me.

Alright?

Now you just need to get rid of him.

Me and Bruno will take care of the kid.

We'll sort it out. Look at me.

Put together what we got
and take it to the broker.

We'll sort it out.

Tell me again, the name
of the other guy from the Gang,

the one who's dying.

And we'll take care of it.

Romeo Baretta,

aka the Camel.

We're heading straight towards it.

Towards what?

The fire.

It's like the end of the world.

How did it happen?

With your son...

A robbery gone wrong.

He died and I ended up in prison.

And was it really my dad's fault?

Your dad told us
it was an easy job.

But when we got there
it was swarming with cops.

It's your dad's fault.

But I shoulda left my son at home.

It's my fault too.

- What happened?
- You'll be quicker on foot.

Go straight to the stairs,

then there's the subway,
take it to the train station.

You got anywhere to go?

Yeah, there's a guy I met at the gym.

He just moved to Bologna.

- Good, Bologna. Got any money?
- Yeah, I got 20 euros.

Hold on.

Here.

Wait a minute.

Put it in your pocket.

Thanks.

Manuel.

- Dad?
- Where are you?

I'm pickin' up the pest
from summer club.

Lorenzo!

All good?

- Depends how you see it.
- Thanks.

Go on. see ya.

Good evening.

We're looking for Mr. Baretta.

He's not here.

We're actually looking for a kid,

suspected of murder: Manuel Coretti.

He's the son of an ex-con
known as Daytona.

There's no kid here.

- You sure?
- Yes.

We have information
he's in touch with your husband.

This heat's unbearable.

May I have a glass of water?

Thank you.

Is it all there?

What the fuck did you do with that kid?

I sent him away.

Don't bullshit me.

I swear, I left him at the Tiburtina
station, he was gonna catch a train.

- What's the matter?
- The cops came.

What the fuck are you up to?

- The cops?
- Yeah.

You shoulda stayed here!

- Hold on.
- Leave me alone!

Wait, calm down.

What'd they wanna know?

About you and the kid,
he's wanted for murder.

- And what did you say?
- That I didn't know anything.

And them?

They asked for a drink of water and left.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why?

Romeo.

I don't know anything either.

He had no place to go,
so I gave him a hand.

Go!

Silvia, we gotta go.

We gotta go, you hear me?

I didn't do nothing,
I just wanted to die here close to you.

We gotta go right now.
Look at me.

This thing just came at me.

We gotta leave immediately!

DUE TO WILDFIRES
ALL TRAINS HAVE BEEN CANCELED

sergeant, what did this kid do?

Murder.

There he is!

Look at 29!

- You got a closer shot?
- Yeah.

Here it is.

No.

It's not him.

I'm sorry, Silvia.

For everything.

But now you gotta leave.

Get out, go on.

The fuck are you saying?

Go to your sister's, I'll call you.

I said get out, for Christ sakes!

Go on!

Don't ever call me again.

Ever again.

"Morphine".

Bruno.

First a one-hour delay
and now it's canceled?

I'm sorry, but between
the fire and the blackouts...

- Ask for a refund.
- I want to go to Bologna.

Find another train.

When's the next train?

The high-speed, in an hour,
but I can't guarantee it.

There's an intercity in 20 minutes,
but it hasn't come in yet.

Give it a try. Platform 16.

Go!

We're police.

You were just talking to a kid,

with headphones around his neck,
in a green shirt.

Stop! Police!

Manuel!

Police!

Did they tell you what we're doing here?

No.

I'm hungry and thirsty.

Me too.

The minister himself put an end
to speculation about his resignation,

announced just now
at a press conference.

Rumors in political circles

talk of compromising
photos and videos...

You done?

Yeah, sorry.

Cool.

Good sound?

Dope.

They're expensive, right?

Yeah. A bit.

Coretti, we need to go back in.

Here, you can have 'em.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

Why?

Because.

They won't let me keep 'em anyway.

Thanks.

Translation
Susan Adler