All language subtitles for Romanzo.Criminale.La.Serie.S02E09

Can I have a cigarette?

They've always
looked on me as "The Rat",

only good for testing the stuff,
or cleaning up the rubbish,

like sewer rats do.

But you see, commissioner,
I might be a rat,

but I'm not one
of the dirty guys.

Write this down.

I belong to
the biggest criminal gang in Rome.

We run the whole business,

drug peddling,
prostitution, gambling.

Who are the bosses?

Let go of me, fuck you!

Fuck you!

You left the drug dealing
to Donatella.

- But who's holding the money?
- Secco.

- Talk to him from now on.
- But Secco's a son of a...

He'll be better than Trentadenari.
And anyway, we don't have time.

Sorcio is singing like a nightingale.
The trial's coming up,

and we can't stop business.

He's giving himself airs.

I don't give a damn about the money,
what are you doing about Freddo?

- My brother's dead and he's alive.
- You're not to touch Freddo.

We have to be united, or we'll be
playing into Scialoja's hands.

I'm not playing.

When the trial's over,
we all go our separate ways.

Is that clear, Buffoni?

Not at all.
Perhaps you can wait, but I can't.

I'll go and talk to Freddo,
you keep your eye on Buffoni.

It's the wrong moment
to screw things up. Let's go.

Look how confident he is.

He's like
a rooster in a hen coop.

Come on, everyone inside.
Inside!

Come on!
Go to your cells!

Inside!

Look at his lordship, he's not
letting on to his friends any more.

You can go.

- I want you to get me moved.
- No, the trial's coming up.

Think of something, tell them I'm
sick, I've got diabetes, an allergy.

I'm not staying here
till Christmas.

I don't know.
Perhaps you need a tumour.

- Suspected lymphoma.
- I've got all the symptoms.

Loss of appetite,
itching, night sweats.

We'll have to look into it.
You can't mess around with cancer.

We'll carry out
a histological examination.

Thanks, I'll go and get ready.

Will you see to the transfer?

That's not necessary, we'll just send
a sample of the tissue to the lab.

It's not necessary?
What do you mean?

You can stay here until the results
come through. Choose a bed.

We're here today for a trial
we have waited seven years for.

The trial of a criminal gang

that has dominated Rome with
every kind of illegal activity.

And it has done so, as never
before, totally undisturbed,

first by wiping out its rivals, then
by alliances with Mafia and Camorra.

A reconstruction
that is now possible

thanks to the collaboration of one
of the original members of the gang.

What if they don't believe him? He
is a crook and a murderer after all.

Have you got a better idea?

The gang is finished. They had to use
four cages to keep them apart.

Bufalo wants to kill Dandi, who's
got himself sent to the infirmary.

Have I got this right? You want
to persuade Bufalo to collaborate?

If not him, someone else.
One out of the five will do.

Someone who will confirm Sorcio's
story that a criminal gang exists.

Secco's tightened the purse strings.
Our payouts have been halved.

- What?
- He says times are hard.

Times are hard
for assholes like us.

How did Dandi manage
to get himself moved?

That's right,
I wonder how much it cost him.

And he paid for it with our money,
the son of a bitch!

Listen to these dummies
kicking up a fuss.

All this din because
Dandi's sticking it up your ass?

- And I thought you liked it.
- Bufalo, go fuck yourself!

That's right,
I reckon they're howls of pleasure.

Mr. Maurizio Annibaldi
to the stand, please.

You shit!

- Traitor!
- Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- Silence in court!
- You filth!

- Silence!
- Worm!

Silence! Or I will
clear the court.

To form a gang on equal footing that
could take over the whole drug market

was Libano's idea.

And to fund it he organized
the kidnapping of Baron Rosellini.

That's when he joined
Freddo's unit.

Who was in these units?

With Libano, De Angelis, Fabiani
and Sabatini, known as Bufalo.

With Freddo, Marconi, Ruggero Buffoni
and his brother Sergio.

Who kept the contacts
with the Mafia and Camorra?

Libano, Freddo and Dandi.
Mainly Dandi with the Mafia...

..especially after Libano's death.
- Your Honour, forgive me.

The witness is saying some very
interesting things about my clients,

but we don't know when he joined,
or what role he had in this band.

I was in it
right from the beginning,

first as a tester
and then as an area leader.

We'd like to know what
Mr. Annibaldi means by "tester".

- A tester of what?
- Heroin.

- And how did you test it?
- By shooting up.

So Mr. Annibaldi
is a drug addict.

- Since when?
- The question is irrelevant.

I am merely trying to establish
how reliable the witness is.

It's not up to you to decide
how relevant the questions are.

Answer the question. How long
have you been taking drugs?

- About ten years.
- So not only are we to believe

that a chronic drug addict
has been put in charge of an area,

but that his testimony
is reliable too.

How's Pietro?

How old is he now, seven?

It's hard not watching
your son grow up, isn't it?

In spite of all Vasta's tricks,
he'll be grown up when you get out.

- While Dandi...
- What is it, commissioner?

Are you afraid Sorcio's
not up to it?

Sorcio interested me so little,
that I took a look around me

and saw Dandi in a separate cage,
then moved to the infirmary.

So I thought perhaps he doesn't love
you as much as he did.

You're not interested in Dandi.
You can't stand him.

And I wonder why?

Perhaps with all his money he can
buy himself a reduced sentence,

and he'll leave you
to rot in jail.

Think it over.

Look who's here!

Well, what's new?

Someone's upset with me.
Why's that?

- I said we had to stick together.
- I know nothing about it.

Don't be like that, or
I'll think you're in on it too.

He's pissed off 'cause
our payout's been halved.

- By who?
- Secco.

- What's that got to do with me?
- Who put him in charge of the money?

Let me get back to work.

What do you think? After all,
you're in jail because of me.

Don't worry,
I would be happy to sort you out.

It's just that I'm serving 20 years,
and I don't need another murder.

Now let me go.

- Ricotta.
- What do you want now?

You're right,
20 years is a long time.

The trial's coming up soon.

If you protect me,
I'll get you time knocked off.

Cut it out, Dandi,
you've tricked me once already.

That was in the past.

You can trust me now.

First you tell me to halve the
payouts, now I'm to double them?

At least until the trial's over.

We have to stick together.

So from now on double the payouts
and tell them I ordered you to.

- I'm the asshole, you're the hero.
- That's right, you get the idea.

One other thing.

Get my fuckin' wife to tell you
why she's not coming to court.

Hey, guess what.

The money's arrived, all of it.
Double payout, even the arrears.

- Perhaps Dandi isn't such a shit.
- He is a shit, but he's not stupid.

- He knows when to grin and bear it.
- Bufalo's right,

Dandi's treating us like kids,
and you're falling for it.

I would like Mr. Annibaldi to
describe the circumstances that led

to the death of Maurizio Gemito
in January 1981.

According to Dandi, it was
the Gemitos who killed Libano.

So Freddo and Ruggero Buffoni
went to the betting shop.

And who actually
stabbed Gemito?

Freddo.

- Your Honour, forgive me.
- Silence, please!

We would like
to ask Mr. Annibaldi

..if he was there when it happened.
- No.

And he was not there
when Sergio Buffoni was killed,

which was also carried out
by Fabrizio Soleri according to him.

- No, I wasn't.
- So the witness

admits he considers
Soleri guilty,

though he never actually saw either
of the murders with his own eyes.

So it's all hearsay.
We are wondering if these rumours

reached the witness when he was
under the influence of some drug.

Avvocato Vasta...

But I was there
when Freddo tried to kill me.

And I was there
when he took Sergio away.

Perhaps you were there,
but there's no proof,

either of your attempted murder,
or of Sergio Buffoni's murder.

Avvocato Vasta, please!

If the lawyers agree then,
I would say

we adjourn for 20 minutes.
Alright?

- Can I have a word?
- What do you want?

You give me a hand to take Freddo
out, and I'll help you kill Dandi.

There's a problem with that.

Dandi is a traitor who deserves
to die, Freddo doesn't.

He's a fair man, and he was right
to kill that Judas brother of yours.

- Don't you insult my brother!
- Or what will you do to me?

I'd saved this for Dandi,
but I can always try it out on you.

Put that down.

You want to settle accounts with
Freddo? Okay, but do it yourself.

Go fuck yourself!

I don't think
it's very good idea.

Her testimony
could turn out to be a boomerang.

That depends on you,
put her in a tight spot.

Scialoja, I'm a prosecutor who
listens to what a witness has to say,

not a commissioner giving someone
the third degree. Remember that.

And you remember that this is a war,
and all's fair in war.

At the request of the Prosecution,
I call to the witness stand

Miss Roberta Vannucci.

Miss Vannucci, you know
Fabrizio Soleri well, don't you?

You were dating his brother,

and then you lived with
the accused for about two years.

And in all that time,
you never realized

that behind his job as a builder,
there might be something else?

I was a student, then I started work
and only saw Fabrizio in the evening.

We were just a normal couple. I never
knew anything about his business.

You say you only
saw him in the evening?

And yet you declared

that you spent the afternoon
of January 23rd, 1981 with him,

when according to Annibaldi,

your boyfriend was at the betting
shop killing Remo Gemito.

No, I remember
that day very well.

I got off work early,
and I went home.

Fabrizio and I
were about to split up,

and we spent the afternoon
looking for a solution.

Your Honour, I will remind
you that at the time a witness

..saw Soleri in the betting shop.
- He later withdrew his statement.

Yes, thanks to the alibi
supplied by the young lady.

I was telling the truth,
Fabrizio was with me that day.

You want to go away?

Why?

Because I'm fucked off
with everything.

They'll send me down,
and I'm not staying in jail.

So find a way to get me
moved to a hospital.

Do it properly, not
like Dandi's pieces of paper.

It'll have to be serious, they don't
let you out for suspected cancer.

Make it serious enough.

It's because of her
you want to leave, eh?

When you're in here, you spend
your time thinking about what was,

and what might have been.

And you gradually
get snuffed out like a candle.

I can't bear it any more.

I want to start a new life,
far away from this filth.

It won't be cheap
and it won't be easy.

But I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

You've finally made your mind up, I'm
not leaving with unfinished business.

You're leaving here feet first.

Hold it!

I don't give a fuck about you,
I don't give a fuck about the gang!

Understand?

Larinese!

What brings you here then?

A robbery.

Listen, does the West Bank robbery
mean anything to you?

- I certainly didn't do it.
- No, it was two smart kids.

Guess what they found
in the safe deposit boxes?

How the fuck do I know? Come on,
can't you see I'm a busy man!

A list of names.
Big business.

Stuff that if used well
will open a lot of doors.

And what names are these?

The missing list of P2 members.

Are you interested?

Give me two billion lire
and the list is yours.

Two billion lire for a piece
of paper? Be serious.

I've never been
more serious in my life.

With that list in your possession,
they'll let you out in a carriage.

I tell you what, think it over.
But hurry up about it.

Look after yourself.

Freddo.

Donatella sent it.

Swollen lymph nodes.
I would say it's glandular fever.

They're transferring you tomorrow
to be on the safe side.

Freddo...

There must have been
an epidemic in our wing.

Stop play-acting,
the doctor's gone now.

What illness
have you brought on?

- And you reckon it's worth it?
- Of course.

I'm not going back in there.

But...

I need to ask you
one last favour.

What?

The Defence tried to discredit in
every way possible the key witness,

Annibaldi, calling him
a drug addict and a murderer.

We feel this is the confirmation
of how dangerous this gang is.

A gang so powerful it can eliminate
or buy all its enemies.

So much so, that only one of them
had to courage to say "enough".

That is why we cannot afford
to waste this opportunity.

We expect the Court to issue
exemplary sentences,

that these criminals
have shown to deserve,

and free the city of a cancer
that has afflicted it for too long.

This is not a small gang
of friendly, restless young men.

It is not only
a family of brutal killers.

They may have grown up on
the streets, but they grew up,

they became adults,
they upped the stakes...

What did the madman
say to you?

To keep out of the way today
because he's going to take out Dandi.

Where will he do that? In the
corridor? The gym? Interview room?

Here.
He wants to do it here.

Let him do it if he wants to.

- What the fuck do you mean?
- If it had been us,

Dandi would already have turned
his head the other way.

- You'd get something out of it too.
- Like fuck I would.

- If Freddo was here...
- He was the second.

He got himself moved to the clinic
without worrying about us. So?

- Have you nothing to say?
- I say they're right.

Dandi didn't lift a finger
to avenge my brother.

Court is adjourned.

Where are you going? Stop!

- What the fuck are you doing?
- It's okay. It's nothing.

Don't worry, you're just a servant,
and I don't kill servants.

I just scar them for life.

- We knew Bufalo was crazy.
- They're keeping him in isolation.

For how long, a week? A month?
Then he'll come looking for me,

if it's the last thing he does in
life. We need to change our tune.

Go and see Larinese, let's take
a look at this fuckin' list.

Watch out, it bites.

Get out.

Where's the money?

And the list?

Put the bag on the floor.

- Tell Dandi it was a pleasure.
- I'll tell him.

I want my record cleaned up
and a few presents for my friends.

Easy, isn't it?

And if we don't agree,
he'll have a copy sent to Scialoja.

Dandi's grown up, and he enjoys
playing our own game.

It won't take much to remind him
where he comes from.

Not now. Let's get
that list off him first,

then we'll present
him with the bill.

I've got a present for you.
It was for Ricotta actually,

whose worth more than
you lot put together.

But they're putting his face back on,
and it'll take them a month.

So I'll let you have it instead.

But only one of you.

I've organized something
for the day the sentence is read out.

- Something?
- Something clean, no guns or bombs.

Clean but safe.

You've organized an escape?
For you and one of us?

No, I'm not coming,
I have other plans.

- Then why only one of us?
- Don't ask any questions.

Do a few sums, work out
how long they'll send you down for,

and whether it's worth running away
or waiting for an amnesty.

When you've got a name,
give me a shout.

Dandi...

Why all this generosity
all of a sudden?

I've behaved badly towards you, and I
want you to have fond memories of me.

What the fuck
is he laughing about?

That's where you got to!

Nice place this,
a little stuffy, maybe.

Come in,
let's get it over with.

After acting the madman all this
time, you've finally convinced me.

I'll get you declared mentally
insane. Will that suit you?

Why are you doing me
this favour?

I got you thrown in jail,
and I'll get you out.

But in exchange I want you from under
my feet, I want you out of my sight.

- What if don't agree?
- You'll serve another 20 years.

And you'll only
leave here feet first.

Well? What do you say?

I knew it, Bufalo.
You're crazy, but you're not stupid.

Have a good journey.

I could go. I have Angelina
and Pietro waiting for me at home.

- Not again!
- You'll get six years at the most.

My mother's on her own, with one son
in jail, the other in the cemetery.

I've an infection
in my good eye now.

Your eyesight's
better than mine.

- You haven't spoken to her all year.
- How do you know we'll get 6 years?

- When do you see your son?
- Mind your own fuckin' business!

- I'll make sure you stay in here.
- We'll play cards for it.

Okay?
The highest card wins.

- Go on.
- Okay, but I'll shuffle.

Fuck it!
I might have known.

Fuck you!

Yeah! Fuck it!
My luck had to turn some time.

- I'll be home with Pietro tonight.
- Say hello to him for us.

In the name of
the Italian People, this Court,

according to articles 572, 582,

610, 628 and 630
of the Penal Code,

declares the defendants
guilty as charged

and sentences them as follows:

Fabrizio Soleri,
to 15 years' imprisonment,

Ruggero Buffoni,
to 8 years' imprisonment.

Lucio Fabiani,
to 8 years' imprisonment.

Fabio Marconi,
to 8 years' imprisonment.

Claudio Sabatini,
to 8 years' confinement

to be served in
a criminal psychiatric hospital

having proved
to be of unsound mind.

Federico Amati,
acquitted for lack of evidence.

That cut on Ricotta's forehead
did him a favour.

He still has to serve 20 years
for killing Gemito.

Mario De Angelis,
acquitted for lack of evidence.

I don't believe it!

The above-mentioned defendants
are also acquitted

of the charge of criminal association
according to article 416

of the Penal Code.

Court is dismissed.

- You wait until we're outside.
- Hey, boss!

- I'm the one you want.
- There's a car waiting outside.

Let me talk to him...
You've got it all wrong.

- You are Scrocchiazeppi?
- Yes.

Say something!
I'm the one you're supposed to take.

I need to see my son!
Say something.

You shit, say something!
Tell him I'm the one they want!

Oh, and to be on the safe side,
I made a copy.

Call it a life
insurance policy.

See the boy out,
I've got things to do.

Where's my wife?

Then find her.

My compliments on the Larinese job.
Nice clean work.

If you decide to go it alone,
just let me know.

Dandi might have all these insurance
policies, but he's not immortal.

In light of this sentence,
which in many ways was surprising,

do we have to rewrite
the criminal history of our city,

and maybe the whole of Italy's? It's
left everyone with a bitter taste.

Certainly not Mario De Angelis
who is a free citizen once more.

Free and a billionaire.

According to the Prosecution,
unlike the judges,

the gang was formed
half-way through the 1960s

by a group of young criminals

who came from
the suburbs of Rome.

The person who turned them
into a close, structured group,

very similar to organizations
like the Mafia and the Camorra,

was, according to investigators,
Pietro Proietti, known as Libano,

due to his dark complexion.

It was Proietti's idea
to kidnap Baron Rosellini.

Other members of the gang
were given lighter sentences.

And one of then, Claudio Sabatini,
known as Bufalo,

who has confessed to
at least two murders,

was declared of unsound mind,

and is to be transferred
to a psychiatric hospital.

The sentence, which was greeted with
shouts of joy by the defendants,

has in actual fact pulled apart
the work of the investigators

by denying the criminal
gang even exists.

Commissioner Nicola Scialoja,
who carried out the investigation,

did not wish to issue a...

- We've lost a battle...
- No.

This is a war we cannot win.

Where's Scialoja?

Get out of the fuckin' way!
Get your hands off me!

Let me through, you shit!

What a surprise!

A police commissioner in my home.
To what do I owe this mark of favour?

Have you come
to honour the victor?

That's not a problem.

Come in, commissioner.
This way.

Can I get you a drink?

Don't let it get to you.

You should be happy, you won't
have to chase after me any more.

I'm free, you're free.

Drop those guns!

Drop those guns!

Patrizia!

Shall I get rid of him?

No.

Clip his wings, that'll stop him
coming here without warning.

Have you come to thank me
for saving your life?

I've come to remind you
you belong to me. Never forget that.