All language subtitles for Romanzo.Criminale.La.Serie.S02E04

- Want to hear the MP scream?
- It's not my kind of thing.

Police!

Open up! Police!

Search everywhere.

The police are here.

What are you doing here?

Search everywhere!

- Good morning, commissioner.
- How are things?

- Take them away.
- Take it easy.

That's what
those two were doing in here.

- Take it all as evidence.
- What shall we do with her?

Take her away too.

Have you been arguing again?

Angelina's become
an endless pit.

A new car, jaguar fur coat...
Jaguar!

Can you imagine how I feel?

This bag would
only last her two days.

She wants to open a perfumery now.
Six windows in the Infernetto area.

Six windows?
Practically a supermarket!

Let's go.

Get undressed.

Everything.

I tell you what, if she opens a shop,
you'll save on perfume.

Yes, but she'll get tired of it after
six months and want something else.

Isn't it about time
you told her to fuck off?

- Where's Sardo got to?
- Are you changing the subject?

She's been squeezing
your balls for years.

No, carry on.

When nature calls...

Why all these men?
We're not here to cheat you.

That's right. Here's the money.
Where's the coke?

The coke.

There's a problem with that.

A problem?
What kind of problem?

I'm really pissed off.

I want a double share
from now on, and Libano's patch,

which you gave
that fuckin' chick by mistake.

Otherwise anyone
who wants to snort in Rome

will have to go
and buy it somewhere else.

You can put it back now.

Your name might be "Proud eye",
but as for everything else...

- Fucker!
- Let's go.

He's even taken our money,
the son of a bitch.

- What are you doin' here?
- I've come to see how you are.

Just great.

- What about your arm?
- My arm's fine.

Thank God.

Because when I came out
of the operating theatre alive,

I asked myself
why God Almighty

would want to save
a son of a bitch sinner like me.

But then I realised.

It's so I can do justice,

and clean the world
of all the snakes like Dandi.

Leave God alone,
and leave Dandi alone too.

No.

How can I?

No one can refuse Our Lord,
not even you.

And if you don't like it,
you can leave.

Yes, you're right.
I'll be seein' you.

Freddo.

Do you know what your problem is?
You like being the boss,

but you're not Libano,
you don't have his balls.

Or you would have
sorted Dandi out by now.

You just don't understand.
As my lawyer, you will get a move on,

go where you have to go, and not
come back until you get Patrizia out!

That's right, good.

- What do you want?
- Freddo wants to talk to you.

- He can come here.
- No, at Franco's.

He says it's something
that concerns the whole crew.

Is that so? Well, tell him I've
got other things to think about.

No, he says to come straight away.

Let's go then.

My fuckin' problems have become
everyone's business now.

Mario Borsi and Lorenzo Blini.
What's your real role?

What it says there. Officials of
the Interior Ministry. Just like you.

Then what were you
doing in that brothel?

We like a certain type of woman.
Just like you.

But I don't amuse myself
filming MPs being whipped.

You're using that place for your
blackmail. But on whose orders?

Who's behind you?

Perhaps a spell in jail
will clear your heads.

Take them away.

Sir, this is Ines Buontempo.

She knew they were filming,
she even got paid extra for it.

Good. Now we can
charge them with extortion.

Take her away.

First we have to prove they were
blackmailing the Honorable Altamonti.

If we want to nail them,
we'll have to grill Cinzia Vallesi.

- No, she's only a pawn.
- Commissioner,

forget your feelings for her,
you've protected her enough.

Let me get this straight...

you're Sardo's friend,
how come you didn't know about this?

I told you. Since Ricotta sided
with you to kill Gemito,

Sardo doesn't trust
anyone anymore, not even me.

But he's like a dog,
his bark is worse than his bite.

Double share just means
you readjust his share a little.

And it's not the end of the world
if you give him Libano's patch.

But Donatella's Nembo Kid's woman,
and he could give us some problems.

The problem is we'll soon be out of
cocaine. Where will we get supplies?

Yes, we've only got a week's supply
left. Do we sell them talcum powder?

Let's give Sardo the patch.

We have to get Patrizia out of jail
and take out Scialoja.

Kill Scialoja to get Patrizia out?
We've got enough problems.

I reckon you have
too many problems.

How come you're always bringing
this Donatella from Latina into it?

You don't want
to ask her something, do you?

I've hit the nail on the head, eh?

No, you fuckin' haven't!

If we give way to him today,
tomorrow Sardo will want even more,

and in a month's time
we'll be back working for others.

Fine words.

And seeing no one could give a fuck
here, I'll take care of Patrizia.

You please yourselves.
Go fuck yourselves!

It's not only a case of prostitution,
we're talking blackmail here.

We're talking about years in jail.

- Are you worried about me?
- Who are those men?

Or is it that the only way
to see me again is to arrest me?

Tell me what you really want.

Let me go back to my cell.

Take her away.

Sir, we received a phone call.

From the Chamber of Deputies.

We need more coke. Scrape it off
the walls, look in the sewers!

- We have to...
- Go on!

I'm going.

Listen, Napoli, if Sardo
doesn't trust you anymore...

..why should I?
- Because I'm here

answering your questions.

- What if I ask you where he's hiding?
- I don't know.

- But I can find out.
- Then you tell Fiero and Scrocchia.

And what do you want to do
when we know? Take him out?

That depends on him.
He's the one raising his voice.

But Sardo is still
Don Mimmo's godson, right?

Maybe, or maybe not.

In the Camorra, those in charge one
day can be below ground the next.

- I can ask Napoli how things stand.
- Good man.

And come back with the right answers.

Because if you change your shirt too
often, you end up naked as a corpse.

Please take a seat, commissioner.

Mr. Altamonti.

I wanted to thank you for the speed
and discretion you have used.

If it hadn't been for you, those
rogues would have blackmailed me.

- But?
- I want that video.

- I'm sorry, it's evidence.
- You don't understand...

The girl you were with admitted
knowing you were being filmed.

It was all part of the plan.

We want you to press charges too,
help us to clean up this business.

No, you help me instead.

If you let me have that video, you
will find yourself a loyal friend.

Someone who could make
you a police chief.

I can't see myself
as police chief.

- You're making a big mistake here.
- It wouldn't be my first. Goodbye.

Alright, Mr. Altamonti,
don't worry.

Yes?

Expel this fuckin' cocaine.

There, my brother's done.

Remind you of anything?
Happy memories.

Like shit they were.

Is that all you've got?

- It's not even 100 grammes.
- I can't get any more than this in.

It's all we brought, because
we were told that here in Rome

there's a gang of fuckers
who control the whole market.

- And who are these "fuckers"?
- All they're good for is shooting.

Alright. If they're fuckers,
we'll easily fool them.

But next time you can bring us
double this amount. Okay?

Here.

You take it from him.

What the fuck!

- Are you sure this is the way?
- Trentadenari drew me the map.

- Think Sardo would hide in a wood?
- Shut up and get a move on!

Fuck it, my new shoes!

Here it is. Quiet.

- Look at this villa!
- So much for being a fugitive!

- There's Sardo.
- He's not alone.

A couple of bodyguards
aren't a problem.

I don't like it,
there aren't enough of them.

Let's take a look around.

There's fucking loads of them!

Fiero, he's got
an army of them here.

Hey, what's with
the heavy breathing?

Are you jerking off?

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Vegetarian diet?
I thought you liked your meat raw.

Who the fuck are you?
How did you get in?

All these questions... to someone
who's brought you a bundle of money.

And as much again
when the job's finished.

- I don't do anything strange though.
- No, don't worry.

All you have to do is act. That won't
be a problem for you though, will it?

It's part of your job.

You can't shoot cops.

Because a dead cop can cause
more trouble than a living one.

And it's bad for business.

That fucker arrested my woman.

Your woman's a hooker then?

Because a boss's woman stays home
with her children where we come from.

Things are a little different here.

You asked for my advice,
and I've given it to you.

I meant no disrespect.

- Can this woman harm you in any way?
- No, I don't think so.

Then forget about her.

You need a proper woman.
Do you understand?

- Think he understood?
- He understood.

He knows giving orders
is better than screwing.

By the way...
this business in Milan,

the vice chairman
who doesn't want to become chairman.

If they'd arrested my woman...

I'd have shot the cop
between the eyes.

But not you.

You need the Sicilian to tell you
who to screw and who not to.

What the fuck do you want?

If you want to ditch Patrizia,
that's your problem.

But who'll be next?
One of the gang?

Fuck off!

- Hi. Am I disturbing you?
- You always do.

I went to see Patrizia. I wanted to
know if you'd spoken to the lawyer,

and if there's any news.

Perhaps there's something
you want to tell her.

Tell her I think
about her all the time.

The morning's search.
Not even 100 grammes of the stuff.

We'll have to come to some agreement
with Sardo if we want to peddle coke.

- What do they say in Naples?
- It's not that simple,

..Sardo's well-respected.
- What about the villa?

- Crawling in bodyguards.
- And fuckin' huge Dobermans.

- What guns are they carrying?
- It'd be suicide to try to get in.

Two dogs and three bodyguards
and you shit your pants!

- It's not only that.
- What's the problem then?

We're startin' a war
with the Camorra over a woman.

- Are we sure it's worth it?
- He's right.

Nembo Kid's been killed
outside a bank in Milan.

Was he carrying out a robbery?

We don't know yet. There were
two of them, but that's all I know.

God rest his soul. But his death
will solve our problems for us.

Won't it?

Milan. The Vice Chairman of
the Banco Ambrosiano, Roberto Rosone,

was wounded this morning
by two masked gunmen.

One of the assailants
was killed in the attack...

Did you know him?

Known as Nembo Kid...

Quiet!

- Can't we even talk now? Why not?
- Because I say so. And that's final.

And who are you?
The queen of my ass?

- She's Dandi's woman.
- I know that.

How come your Dandi hasn't
pulled you out of here then?

If he'd been my guy, I'd be out
sunbathing in Ostia by now.

It was about 8 in the morning when
the Vice Chairman, Roberto Rosone,

left the head branch
of the Banco Ambrosiano,

and found himself
in a hail of bullets,

which only resulted
in a wound to the right leg.

Couldn't it have waited?

He's only been dead an hour,
and here you are.

- Like a vulture, ready to drop me.
- What are you talking about?

Nembo Kid's dead, and I don't
fuckin' count any more.

It's better to keep
the Camorra happy.

Think I don't know about
Sardo's offer?

Donatella,
I haven't come here to dump you.

Libano's patch remains yours.

- More so than ever.
- Then why have you come?

To see if you need anything.

Yes, I need you
to get out of here.

So you organized the filming?

Yes, but it was the MP's idea.

He liked to watch it afterwards. It
was like a souvenir of the evening.

I just asked
my friends to film us.

And where did you
meet these friends?

On holiday in Greece,
two years ago.

I don't understand.
If it was all arranged,

how come the MP didn't ask them
to film him in the room?

Perhaps the presence
of other people put him off?

In short...

- How much did they pay you?
- Commissioner...

Be quiet! How much did they pay you
to change your story?

Nothing, it's the truth.

It's obvious that if the video wasn't
made with the aim of extorting money,

it is no longer evidence, and must
be returned to its rightful owner.

And that lets the spies
off the hook too.

Goodbye connection between
the gang and the secret services.

That leaves Cinzia Vallesi charged
with running a prostitution ring.

I spoke to Dandi.

He says he thinks about you
all the time.

Is that all he said?

What a shit!

- Perhaps he meant...
- He meant "fend for yourself".

A man should stick by his woman.

I'm here for you, Patrizia.

If there's anything
I can do for you...

Just stay away from Dandi.

Can I have a word?

- What the fuck do you want?
- I only want a word with you.

Take it easy, Freddo.
It's only me.

Easy.

- What the fuck do you want?
- Nice place you've got here, Freddo.

I like it,
you've got yourself a nice set up.

You could have asked
if you only wanted to see my home.

I would have let you in.

What is it you want?

You walked out without letting us
finish what we were saying before.

We're upset about Nembo Kid too,
but his death changes things.

Yes. We can't trigger a war
with the Camorra over Donatella.

We told you...
Let's do a deal with Sardo.

We don't have to take it meekly.
We'll come to some arrangement.

We'll explain it to Donatella. She's
a smart girl, she'll understand.

One way... or another.

What does Dandi say?

You heard what he said, didn't you?
He's in agreement too.

Now listen to what I have to say.

Because if you think Donatella is
the problem, you've no fuckin' idea.

Because you don't
want to understand.

You're a gang of wimps, without
balls or a brain. Now get out!

- Can't we even talk it over?
- Go fuck yourselves! Get out!

All of you!

Are you still here?

Go fuck yourselves!

Get out.

Do you remember this place?

Yes. This is where you made me
walk barefoot back to Rome.

You were just a kid,
you're a grown man now.

You said a few words,
not a novel.

You're still a thug though.

You see, I could tell him to take
you out now, and I'd like that.

But then I think:
Is it worth it?

Because I don't like you.
But we're alike in one thing.

You're able to separate business
from your private life.

- Not like Freddo.
- Just get to the point.

Let's get rid of that fucker
once and for all.

I'm sorry,
I don't think I understand.

Yes, you do understand.

You bring him to me, and we'll
stick him a foot underground.

In exchange we'll back you
as the only boss in Rome.

Dandi, the new King of Rome.

With the Camorra's blessing.
You already have the Mafia's.

Well?
What do you say?

Do you want a lift,
or do you prefer to walk?

Did you go to Infernetto?

Don't bother then, they've already
sold the shop. Know how much for?

Less than 150 million lire.

It was the chance of a lifetime!
But you're always too busy.

You have a gang to run!
Some gang!

Four show-offs playing billiards
in Franco's bar.

She's such a pain in the ass!

Come on, let's toast
to Angelina's broken nose.

No, let's toast
to that other fucker, Freddo.

- Boy! Bring me something to eat.
- I'm sorry, the kitchen's closed.

- I'm hungry, find me something.
- And what a thing to say!

You're a gang of fuckers.
Who the fuck do you think you are?

Are you the gang? No.

We're the gang. It's taken us
five years to make it what it is,

and you want to ruin everything
for a bitch from Latina?

- What are these?
- I'm sorry, it's all I could find.

Think I'm a monkey
who eats peanuts?

You're the baboon here.
Do you like peanuts? Here.

You eat the peanuts.
Go and get a drink.

Hello, Dandi.

It seems no one can sleep tonight.

We've all got a problem.
And so have you.

A problem called Freddo.

You did well to come,
I might just have the solution.

At least one thing
is clear this time.

Dandi's dumped you.

First he uses you, for as long as
it suits him, then he dumps you.

- Aren't you using me to nail him?
- I'm just doing my job.

Have you got a cigarette?

Dandi used me, you use me.
I've had enough.

I want to make
my own decisions from now on.

Then you can start right now.
You're being released tomorrow.

Of course the charge of running
a brothel still stands,

but it's no use keeping you inside,
you're not the type to squeal.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Long time no see...

Have you solved your problems?
Scialoja, Patrizia?

Everything's sorted.
Cops and whores.

We might even solve the problem
with Sardo. I've spoken to him.

He wants to see us tonight,
he wants to make it up.

He doesn't want to make it up,
he wants our heads,

and he's not getting mine.

So? He's not getting mine either.

I just want to hear
what he has to say.

And if we don't like it, we'll tell
him to fuck off once and for all.

But we both have to do it.
You're not sending me on my own?

- Where's Freddo?
- He likes to travel on his own.

- If he comes, that is.
- He'll come.

Here's the prodigal son.

Seeing we're all here now,
we can begin.

Well, we've sniffed each other,
we've growled at each other,

and we've reached the conclusion
that we need each other.

So let's all lower our swords and
see if we can come to some agreement.

Of course.

This is my proposal:

you get the same share as before,
and Donatella keeps Libano's patch.

That sounds fair.

I..
.

..I just have one more request.

I believe the time has come
for you to go fuck yourself.

No hard feelings.

- All clear outside.
- Good.

Are you all here?

The gang can't disband
because of a couple of "fuck yous".

Let's get a move on,
we have to clean up here.

- You take his head.
- That's his head.

No, those are his feet.
Come on.

Dandi, we'll choose
the place next time.

Out at sea maybe. A boulder round
his neck, and it's goodbye.

But Sardo and I liked this place.

What's so special about it?

- It reminds me of home. Memories.
- Dandi, I just can't work you out.

Okay, let's get
this fuckin' job over with.

There, that's what happens to those
who try to split up the gang.

How long will it take
the Camorra to get in touch?

A week at the most. They'll have
a kilo of coke on their hands,

Sardo gone, and their old Roman
friends ready to talk business.

They might even give us a discount.

Or shoot us all through the head.

All you can talk about is work.
Sardo's gone, let's celebrate.

It's 5 o'clock in the morning,
it's too late even to go whoring.

I've got an idea.

Fierolocchio, you're a revelation.
A true dancer.

You should have seen me as a kid,
the best dancer in Tufello.

You've polished it all off!

It's good, good.

Can't you hear the music?

- You saved my life last night.
- I didn't do it for your sake.

Throw it.

I did it for this fuckin' gang.

- You've not hit a single one.
- You're a bad thrower!

I've done my part.

It's your turn now.

Yes, this is the hard part.

I hit it.

See ya, guys.

Whose grave did you
steal those from?

Come on,
tell me you're not angry with me.

I'll drive.

I knew you weren't angry.
I know you too well for that.

Yes, but throw those flowers away,
I can't stand the smell.

The bitch!

Fancy some coffee?

That's not what
you asked me here for.

No.

I asked you to come because
I want Libano's patch back.

- That was Dandi's idea, wasn't it?
- No, the gang's.

But gangs have a boss, and this boss
told me Trastevere was still mine.

This gang doesn't have a boss, and
as equals we respect decisions taken.

- You can run my patch if you want.
- I don't need your charity.

Libano's patch returns to the gang,
whether you like it or not.

You know what I think? There's no
such thing as a gang without a boss.

So there is a boss, but it's not you.
Look after yourself.

Get in before I change my mind.

Tomorrow you're on special leave
for health reasons.

Why?

Jail is tiring,
you need to get your strength back,

and make sure people forget
your faces for a while.

The decision has been taken.

And now, if you wouldn't mind...

The body of Roberto Calvi was found
this morning in London,

hanging from the scaffolding
under Blackfriars Bridge.

It would appear that the most likely
cause of death is suicide.

We'll meet again sooner or later.

In the meantime, if you still want
Dandi, go to Via dei Marsi, 12."