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OCTOBER 1994

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.

- Same here, Gerlando.

And now let's get down to it.

Uh, construction costs... In yet?

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!

All of it clean! - We all will.

Let's wait before we pop the champagne.

- Come on!

I've thrown my hooks over the whole consortium.

Everything's going smoothly.

VENEZUELA, OCTOBER 1994

- Juan!

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!

Up in there.

Everybody in place!

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

You too, Tony!

Your parents are gonna be proud! Venezuela!

Venezuela!

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!

- Salute!

As you know, the stars are aligned.

The government coalition in Italy

is solid.

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.

And for our family.

So...

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the election of a new government in Italy.

Cheers!

And now,

my son Patrizio has some announcements to make.

Go ahead.

Thanks, Dad.

First, I'd like to raise a glass to...

No problem. No problem.

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?

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?

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...

Caterina! Yes, I'm coming.

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

You know? Tommy has always been a little impulsive.

Please, continue.

I'd like to toast Sofie's success.

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

in international banking law.

I'd also like to announce

that Sofie and I got engaged in Italy.

I'm sure...

you'll be the perfect wife...

for my son.

Thank you.

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!

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.

After 50,000 trips...

I sweat blood and tears for this family.

- You've earned millions, yes.

Yes, I've made money, but...

...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.

I wasn't born yesterday, Frank.

And I got a few friends in high places too.

Franco. I'm 65 years old.

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. - 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...

...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.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

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?

Yes? - My regards to Gianna.

- I appreciate it.

They're not poisoned, are they?

I love you.

- I know.

Okay, I'll call you tomorrow?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

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.

YARMOUTH, NOVA SCOTIA

It's okay, he's with us.

- Hey, Vinnie! - Giaco!

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

How's it going?

My fucking back is killing me, man.

I'd only do this for you.

Better be worth it.

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!

What the fuck!

Calm down. It's just like I told you.

Just you and me, bro.

Help me so we can get out of here.

Oh! Looks who's here!

He-hey! Birdie!

Hey! How you doing? It's fuckin' time!

- How are ya? - Where've you been?

Hey, shut the fuck up, and get back to work.

Vaffanculo!

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.

How the fuck did you pass all this?

He just helped me unload it.

It's all me, man.

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.

- Are you having a hissy fit, Jackie?

- That tone. - Come on, man.

You scored big. Fine.

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

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.

You're taking fucking risks,

you understand?

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!

Come.

Come here.

I need you to listen to me.

Are you listening?

What?

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

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

We're settin' up a cartel.

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

You're cute when you're angry!

You're an asshole.

Great to see you too!

You're an asshole.

- Hey.

Seriously...

Thanks for everything, man.

You're welcome.

I'm starving! - A sub from Dino's?

Fuckin' A!

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.

I'm Irish, you fuckhead.

It's not negotiable.

Otherwise, we're out of here.

I didn't touch his brother.

No.

You just had some niggers do it for you.

Hey! Hey!

Say that again, asshole!

Sit the fuck down. - Fuck You!

- Guys. Stop acting like fuckin' animals.

- Fuck you.

- Have a seat, gentlemen, thank you.

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?

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.

Low profile, heh? Low profile.

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?

- No.

- Maybe a knife, but not a pen.

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.

When the fuck did that come in?

That's my secret, cutie pie!

- 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.

All good?

From now on...

Vince is going to handle all your business, not Giaco.

- You can't do this to me.

I did all the work.

I want serious partners.

Businessmen.

Not savages.

No fuckups, guys.

Ah!

Don't fuck this up.

Thank you, everyone.

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!

Just because we've done this once doesn't make me yours, OK?

- How many times would it take?

- You can't afford me.

Is that all you've got, Vincenzo?

Is that it?

How can you behave like this...

like such a dumbass?

Never disagree with me in front of anyone!!

Never!! Never!! Never!!

- 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.

- Listen, Giaco.

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...

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?

Call Mike in Moncton.

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.

Don't let your jealousy...

...cloud your judgement.

Hm?

Heh?

Smile. Heh, smile! Smile!

Go, go...

Do you think he actually would do this?

A soccer team from Laval.

The bodies had to be brought back home.

No customs check, barely.

That's crazy!

- Let him talk.

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. - Okay.

Everything's good.

- You sure? - Yes.

Unless they snuck them up our asses,

there are no bugs here.

Makes no fuckin' sense!

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

- Si! - He could...

...if he planned it.

- Ehh...

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.

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.

- Nothing changes.

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!

Have fun.

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.

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!

One!

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?

- Caleb!

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

- No, no, no!

- He wants a coffee.

- Mr. Xenakis?

Oh, my God!

- Close the fucking door!

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.

Fucking Greek's got a death wish.

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?

Let's get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah.

Sof, I'm here.

Okay.

- Hey!

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

- Hey, you're marrying a gino!

- 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?

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.

- 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?

Come on, Sof...

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.

The boy from Laval,

his name is Marco Riolo.

I play scopa with his grandfather.

- What is it, 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.

How many kilos in a body?

Four. Five if you really shove them in.

Thank you very much.

Do they have any chance of getting their investment back?

- Yes.

- 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.

- 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...

Guys! What the fuck are you doin'?!

Enough screwing around!

Hey! Use your fucking skull!

We'll see how much you love your $180 million!

Woo!!

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

On his mother's head!

Now where...?

What's he doing?

What the...?

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.

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.

He pissed himself.

- No! Caleb! - Yeah!

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

We're joking. - You're hungry?

Come on, come on, come on.

- Santu cristu, Caleb...

- Hey, Tommy.

I'll introduce you to Pierre.

Hey, girls, it's a holdup!

This is Manon, my best girl.

- Mr. Marois will see you.

Thank you, beautiful!

Holy fuck.

ELECTRONIC SURVEILLANCE CENTER MONTREAL

Hey...

Thank you.

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!

Who do you think you're talking to, you little brat?

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

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.

Vinnie, Sal, we have to talk.

Frank promised me...

Shut your mouth!

- I've made this family a fortune.

Shut up, you idiot!

If you want to chat in private,

we have an office next door.

- Good move!

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

Take all the fucking time in the world.

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.

What the hell is his name?

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.

Come on.

ANTOINE DION, DEPUTY MINISTER OF JUSTICE

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.

OK. OK, thanks.

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.

Good. Good show.

Tell the minister he can count on us in two years.

Good.

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.

Vince is becoming quite a liability to the family.

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!

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.

Trust your father. Don't worry.

For the moment, I need you behave like a man.

I need you behave...

...like soldiers. Hmm?

Heh?

Call Vince.

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

At Cesare, okay?

Where are you going?

What d'you want me to tell him?

Pa?

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

...the Greek.

Vincent.

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?

Good night.

Good night.

You'll give this to Zizi and the Russos.

Make him disappear.

Slow...

...and painful.

What do those bastards want?

Busting my balls!

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.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

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.

Get the fuck outta the car, you rat fuck.

Get the fuck in the car.

Get in the car, you rat fuck.

Hello!

Hey, Giaco. What's up?

Congratulate me for what?

Ah, okay. 11:30 is fine.

OK. See you later.

Is he dead?

Dead? No, he should be so fuckin' lucky.

Motherfucker's done yappin' though.

Send that to the boss.

- Is this his fuckin' tongue?

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'. - 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?

- Now bone that sack o' shit

and bring me the meat.

- Okay.

Okay, okay. - Get it done.

Hello, Cheech. Everything good?

Yeah, yeah.

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.

Bon appétit!

Hey, Vinnie. - Hi!

Nice touch.

It's like seeing an old friend again.

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

Fuck you, frog!

Is your father here?

- He's upstairs waiting for you.

Hey, Vinnie, wait up.

I know things have been weird between us for a while, but...

You made some good moves. You really did.

You deserve everything you get.

C'mon, no hard feelings man.

- Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie...

How are you, hm?

Frank isn't here?

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

- You can all eat...

You really fucked it up.

First, the cops found the guy you whacked in New Brunswick.

They found your phone number.

How fuckin' stupid.

Second...

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.

Loss of honor.

You understand?

Frati finu alla morti...

- Frati finu alla morti...

Brothers for life, to the death.

- Frati finu alla morti...

- Frati...

Go fuck yourself.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

MONTREAL 1980

Hey, Giaco...

How does it feel?

Not great.

What about you?

Their jaws were pretty damn hard.

Hey, man...

I'll never forget what you did for me.

- You would've done the same, man.

No...

I mean it.

Vincent, come here.

So...

Five against two?

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!

- 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.

Maybe so. But they're your family.

She threw me out!

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!

- 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.

And you have to respect that.

I want to, but we don't think the same way.

Thank you, my love!

- You're welcome, honey!

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

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?

Hey, Vinnie! Sleep tight.

It's time to pop your cherry, kid.

Now, Vinnie...

Let me introduce you to this rat fuck here.

Lino has to do 10 years because of him.

Lu-Lu, give this piece of shit a rinse, will ya?

Fuckin' scum!

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

It's loaded and ready.

No!!

No! No! No! Anything.

Anything you want.

I'll do anything. Please...

Come on! Do it before we start crying.

- Do it.

Hey! Look at me. Look at me.

You okay? Huh?

Give me the gun.

Now is the best part.

You get to do the filet.

You cut him in two pieces...

Half goes here, the other half there.

Stop fuckin' around, will you?

Leave the kid alone. Huh?

- Pops?

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.

- 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?

Fuck!!

Screw you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!!

Fuck you, man!

- Papa!

- Hey.

Ah... Come.

You OK?

Heh?

You all know my friend.

- Yes! - Hello!

- What's his name? - Vince.

- Vince! Welcome, Vince!

Have a seat.

You remember his son? - Yes!

Lucia, bring him something to eat. Right away.

Vince.

What happened?

He told me to watch out for the Paternos.

- Can you give us a minute?

It'll be all right, OK?

Vincent, it's me, Dad.

This might seem strange, but...

This could be a blessing in disguise.

It's up to you.

It's never too late to change.

Heh?

Same for me.

I can change, too.

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.

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.

Jesus Christ!

- But... - 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.

Dad, did you hear that?

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

And another million in our socks!

Frank? Sorry, but...

We have a situation over here.

- What? Wait. Wait, wait.

Get rid of this.

- Henri.

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

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.

She has something... You know?

She's clever.

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?

- 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.

Hey! Stop fucking around, you motherfucker!

You got no friends anymore.

The only thing waiting for you out there

is a bullet in the head.

- 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.

Holy shit!

They're waiving secrecy.

They're aiming for the top, Ricardo.

Arrests are coming on Wednesday.

The day after tomorrow.

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?

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.

I'll go to Switzerland and withdraw it.

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.

Alright.

Alright.

Write off the goddam money!

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.

Do we know where the fuck this guy is?

- Umm. No, not yet.

There's no address on file?

- Brazzo said the building was torn down in 1990.

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

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

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.

My lawyers say that Frank and his father will get 8-10 years.

The others, around 15.

I'd like to hear the judge say that.

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.

I don't know, man. Sounds fuckin' dicey to me.

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.

Four thousand kilos?

That's your pension, limey.

I'm Irish, you fuckhead.

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!

- 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?

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

Best lawyer in the country, Mr. Jean Varèse! Remember.

Mr. Paterno, just one question!

Very happy about today, heh?

- Fuck.

Ladies and gentlemen!

A warm welcome, please,

to our hosts for this splendid happening.

Caterina and Francesco Paternò!

And a hearty greeting, also,

for Giaco Paternò

and his little godson Vittorio Giacalone.

And now...

A glamorous couple...

...Patrizio Paternò and Sofia Gamache!

Now, rumour has it,

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

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!

- Bravo! Bravo!

Good evening, everyone.

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.

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!

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.

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.

Hah!

I've wired all the kickbacks

to our friends in the coalition.

We're tighter than a nun's cunt.

- Ah...

Sorry.

East.

West.

Hm?

The world is our oyster.

Excuse me. Give me a minute.

I was waiting for you.

- You're not driving.

- Fuck off, Giaco, I'm driving.

- Sofie's driving.

I don't drive stick.

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.

Sofie, I'll drive you home. Come on.

Go with him.

- Nice.

Tabarnak.

- Thank you.

Good night.

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.

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

- That's still there, too.

- I always felt at home there.

Sofie, get down!

Sofie! Get down! Get down! Get down!

Is there anything you want me to do?

- Now, what?

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.

I just need time... - No!!

We're not eating three times a day while my grandson eats dirt.

I want justice.

Let's go.

I'll do what I have to.

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.

I'm sorry.

You never should've been with him.

It's my fault.

- You couldn't have known.

This is so fucked up.

Come sit down.

The two of us...

It can never work.

It's just the way it is.

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.

And you understand about your brother?

Yes.

You know, I'm in favor of this, too.

I know.

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.

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.

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!

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.

- Fuck.

- Fuck! Shit!

- Pops!

Pops!!

Police! Come out!

Show me your hands!

Alright.

Talk.

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.

- 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.

Let's go. That's enough.

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.

- 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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