"WHEN GOD HANDS YOU A GIFT, HE ALSO HANDS YOU A WHIP;
AND THE WHIP IS INTENDED SOLELY FOR SELF-FLAGELLATlON."
TRUMAN CAPOTE
Hey, Vallanzasca, get moving!
Wait, l've got hot water for once! Damn!
Yeah, you're using it all up. Now, stop. Come on!
Hands off, dickhead!
How many times have l told you to speak proper ltalian to me?
Don't speak slang to me. Get it, dickhead?
Let's go.
ISOLATlON UNIT MAXlMUM SECURlTY PRlSON
ARlANO IRPlNO 1 981
Vallanzasca Renato.
Number 38529-H.
Born in Milan on May 4th, 1 950.
It may sound strange to you, but I never could stand bullies...
...not even as a kid.
In fact, my first job was freeing the circus animals.
You can't leave a tiger caged up like that.
My first gang was made up of Antonella...
...my little sister from Naples who lived upstairs from me...
...Enzo, a braggart even at that age...
...and Giorgio, an altar boy who later entered the seminary.
I almost forgot, there was Faustino too.
They nailed me for that tiger.
It was Giorgio's fault. He blabbed during confession.
All in all, reform school wasn't so bad.
It was good training for my future career.
Then we started doing our first jobs.
Heaters, irons, household items, soccer balls...
...all stuff we'd keep in our secret clubhouse...
...and then sell at a cheap price around the neighborhood.
This heater's nice. I'm interested. But are you sure it works?
Yes, ma'am, it does. It does.
Kids grew up fast in those days.
So many things happened. Small things, big things.
That day, for example, was a tough one.
Ennio was my brother, a god to me...
...the only person I really listened to.
His wife had died the week before. They said he had killed her.
They said it was my first step towards what I would become.
But I'm not so sure.
Hey! Dipshit! Listen to me!
Some are born cockroaches.
Dipshit!
Others scientists.
You bastard and your whoring mother--
Some are clerks, some Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
These guys in front of me, for example...
...were born to be guards.
And me, I was born to be a thief.
Angels of Evil
-Mr. Taxi, they let you out! -Hi, Pino.
GIAMBELLlNO DISTRICT, MlLAN 1 972
Pino, still stealing cheese?
-Who told you? -You fucking stink.
-Take a shower after work! -Leave me alone!
-Hi, Renato! -Hey!
Hi, Renatino!
Hey, Renato. This is a friend of mine.
You treat yourself well!
Am l supposed to drink your backwash? Fuck, order something!
A drink!
-Hey! A drink for Renato! Come on! -Well?
See that brunette?
I had her come just for you, Renatino.
Only dances with girls and hasn't put out for anyone.
The Calabrian?
Nothing to it, watch this.
Careful, Renato, she'll make you look like an idiot.
What's your name?
He'll screw her. Renato's great.
Come with me, I'll show you something really nice.
Let me in.
Sure, Renatino.
Strip.
I want you naked before this cigarette burns out.
No, I'm not up for it.
Baby...
...my cigarette's almost out.
What are you playing at?
I saw how you were looking at me.
-Take it off. -Stop. You'll tear it!
Stay put. l'll do it myself.
See? That's it.
Good girl.
Give them to me. Fuck, what class!
Spit out your gum.
Wait, before you put it in, put the money on the table.
You know what? You broke my balls.
You made me go soft.
Like l'd waste my time with a fucking Zulu like you, goddamn it!
Wait!
What do you want?
Give them back.
Know what l think?
You and I can be friends.
Know what l think? You're one smart cookie.
-Come on, take the money. No lip. -All right.
What are you doing? Give it here.
I'll throw in the bombs, but no less than a grand.
Take this now and l'll give you the rest next week.
-Pull the safety or it won't fire. -l know.
-l don't have a girlfriend, you know? -lt doesn't work.
-What's wrong? -That dickhead put a hole in my foot!
Christ, fuck, don't touch it! What the fuck did you do?
Stay calm! Don't move!
I knew it.
I'm a dickhead because l knew it.
I swear l knew it.
You play with a submachine gun like a couple of idiots.
Fuck! Look at the blood, Renato.
Shut up. Get that shoe off.
You won't bleed to death.
Come on. Use your scarf, tie it here.
You two.
Weapons aren't for shooting, weapons are for scaring.
You understand?
When it's time to shoot, you have to be good.
Okay?
"Good" meaning what?
Meaning there's no turning back.
-How's your foot? -lt fucking hurts.
Did you use my salve?
What salve, Renato? I lost a toe!
Be careful, those guys overdo it with that stuff, understand?
Be careful yourself. What if he'd hit your pecker?
There.
Slam into him good. Go.
Open.
Give me the keys to the back. Come on, the keys to the back!
The keys to the back, shit!
Give him the fucking keys!
Come on! Fast! Hurry, Enzo!
Fucking moron, give me those keys or I'll shoot you!
Pull those keys out! Come here.
You dickhead, give me the keys!
-Pull those fucking keys out! -Fuck, give us the keys!
Hey, guys, here!
Come here with that car!
Watch out! Watch out!
The engine got flooded! Fuck, it doesn't start!
Fuck, what did you do?
Take off! Fuck, the cops! Push it! Push it!
Listen to me. You get offended.
You get offended, but you shouldn't.
I said, you bought that suit in a department store, it shows.
Stop, Renato! You're boring.
Excuse me, see this? You can tell by the buttons, by the lapels.
By the buttons, by the lapels. Beautiful, yes.
You can see this is a tailor-made suit. Are you fucking joking?
It's from Florence!
This is the future, it's from New Zealand.
It's a new kind of wool.
Yeah, New Guinea!
Listen to who's talking!
Hey, that's Francis Turatello.
Did you see? lt's him, all right.
Listen to me. See my shoes?
-Renato, it's Francis Turatello! -l know. l saw him. So?
That's Ciccio Banana!
If he hears you call him that, you're fucked.
I asked for champagne an hour ago.
Come here.
I asked for champagne over an hour ago. Do I need to make a written request?
A little patience.
Patience, my foot!
You go around the tables...
...wagging your tail for big shots.
-Who are those guys? -They're from the outskirts of the city.
They look cocky. They're in the wrong place.
All right. We don't care, do we?
As usual, right, Francis?
Get that fucking champagne! Please. Be a good boy. We're thirsty.
-Like it? -Yes, yes. l love it.
Good.
Fuck, that's Antonella!
-Where? -There!
-That's not Antonella. -lt is!
Fuck, that's Antonella.
Antonella!
-Enzo, Renato? -Antonella!
-Excuse me. -Make it fast.
Oh, my gosh!
Little sister! You've bloomed!
Come off it!
-Hi, dummies! -Let me hug you!
What are you doing here?
What are you doing, sitting with the big shots?
I have nice friends! What do you think?
I got married, I opened a shop on Montenapoleone.
You do Francis' hair too?
I do. Who's this pretty girl?
My woman.
-Hi. Antonella, a pleasure. -Consuelo.
She's my little sister. We grew up together.
Me, her and this jerk were always together.
She used to give me the pieces of cheese she stole at the dairy.
Do you like it? You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy.
-Come on top of me. -All right.
Beautiful!
Who the fuck is that?
Who's that?
Something's wrong.
What do we do?
Fucking hell! You dickheads!
Oh! What the fuck's going on?
This is a search warrant. Are you Renato?
Why beat down the door? You could wait for me to open.
Search everywhere. Be thorough.
Come here, honey. Come here.
If you'd get out, we could get dressed.
-Calm down. Calm down. -All right.
Tell me what you're looking for.
I know exactly what l'm looking for.
Commissioner?
Vallanzasca, what's 77 divided by four mean?
How the fuck should l know? Play the numbers in the lottery.
I'll tell you, 77,000 is the heist and four is the number of robbers.
Does the Supermercati Lombardi security van ring a bell?
Playing dirty? Where did you find that?
I found it in the umbrella stand, commissioner.
-Umbrella stand? -Yeah.
That's a riot! Do I look like the umbrella type?
There's no umbrella stand!
I'm wrong, it was in the underwear drawer. You wear those, right?
Son of a bitch.
You lose, Vallanzasca. Take them both away. The girl too.
Commissioner, she has nothing to do with this.
The judge will decide. Handcuff them both!
SAN VITTORE PRISON, MlLAN NOVEMBER 1 972
Address?
Via Vincenzo Monti.
Put that cigarette out, please.
What number?
I don't remember.
Jeez, he doesn't remember.
Didn't l say to put that out? Come on!
-Go fuck yourself. -What? What did you say?
Go fuck yourself.
Sergeant, drop it. He's a touchy son of a bitch.
I'm out of here in a week, careful.
Are you fucking threatening me?
Listen up, dipshit! In here, l'm the one who--
BARI PRlSON june 1 973
She was four ells wide She was beautiful, she was good
She was wise, that big wench
She had the color of milk and wine
She was Giovannino's treasure
I had a 1 2-hour train ride.
Know what that means?
And l'm pregnant! I'm pregnant, do you see?
I sent a telegram to you and to Renato.
If you don't let me see him, I'll chain myself to the gate, understand?
If l may, Vallanzasca. Raise your arm, l'll untie you.
Does it hurt here?
You piece of shit.
My woman put the fear of God into you!
Shave, make yourself presentable.
Yeah, what the fuck? Will makeup do?
We'll find something for the bruises. Something the women use.
Malosso, go and look for it.
Are you serious?
Careful. l need to give you a shot.
You're so beautiful, my love!
What a belly!
Beautiful!
They wanted to send me away.
They said you'd been transferred. I raised hell.
You're my lioness.
-Hey. -How can I live without you?
Don't cry.
Another five years, it's hard. I can't make it.
Don't cry. I just said you're my lioness.
Hang in there, I'll think of something.
Yes. Tell me why you took the fall.
-You get six years and they walk. -Forget it. That was my decision.
You play the hero, and me?
You play the hero's woman.
What did they do to you?
Nothing. My balls are like melons. Forget it.
Bastards! What the fuck did you do to him?
Consuelo, settle down. You have to stay calm with this belly.
I promise, the two of you won't be on your own, you understand?
Yes.
I'll be out before the baby comes.
What a nice belly. Look at that belly! Look at that belly!
Hey, little guy! Come on out.
-Fuck all of you, you pieces of shit! -Adeli, call the commander!
Fuck all of you, you pieces of shit!
My son was born a month ago, you shitheads, and you don't tell me!
I want news about the transfer!
Goddamned fucking pieces of shit!
I'm telling you for the last time. Send me to Milan right now.
They barricaded themselves in the cell.
Milan now or we'll go all the way.
There'll be two corpses in this cell.
-Cut, you bastard! -l can't do it.
You bastard, cut!
Renato, l can't do it.
Vallanzasca, stop it. The transfer order is already here.
Show me the fucking order!
Give me the order, you fucking shit!
Go get that order!
SAN VITTORE PRISON, MlLAN three years later 1 976
Here's my big guy. You've gotten so big!
You're growing so fast!
Give your daddy a kiss. Want to give your daddy a kiss?
-Come on! -Give him back, he's tired.
He's tired? Why is he tired?
He's not sleeping well at night.
Why isn't he sleeping well?
He's edgy, l don't know.
You're edgy? Then you're just like your daddy!
You're not sleeping? Is that true?
Good boy, play with this ball.
Wow, you're in a great mood.
Are you sick? What's wrong? Got your period?
Why did you cut your hair?
Why? Why?
What? Am l not allowed?
Listen, how do you get by? How do you get by?
Do you masturbate?
Yes or no? l jerk off like hell.
Renato, it's not funny.
It's not funny? Are you seeing someone?
No.
It's been three and a half years, are you seeing someone?
I'm not seeing anyone.
-You're not seeing anyone? -No.
I can tell. Are you screwing someone?
-No. I'm not screwing anyone. -Tell me. Fuck, tell me.
I said l'm not.
Give me my son for a minute.
Come to Daddy.
When Daddy gets out, you know where he'll take you?
To the beach! Want to go?
I'm seeing someone.
I want a normal family for him.
A father who picks him up from school.
Tell me who.
What does it matter?
What does he do?
-He's a businessman. -ln what?
Buttons.
Don't be a bitch.
We have to go. He has to eat.
Consuelo.
Don't be a bitch, understand?
Guard! Guard!
BASSl HOSPlTAL MILAN
Here's your medicine.
-Good night. -Bye.
Here. Don't squander it all on whores.
Yo, guys!
Come on, Maria, we're busting him out. It will be my pleasure.
I care, he's a friend.
-Renato. lf only they were all like you. -Forget it. You know what?
Small change isn't enough anymore...
...because if you get caught, they lock you up and throw away the key.
We have to aim higher...
...but it takes a certain caliber of people.
A top-notch team.
I called Sergio, who you don't know.
He's a bread-stick rep, but he's a natural.
He's an ace with a submachine gun.
Here he is.
Then there's Faustino.
A childhood friend, we did time in reform school together.
He's a great guy.
Done some top-quality work lately. Top quality.
He's the bravest guy I ever met.
LODI PRISON
Then there's your husband.
Beppe can go 1 25 miles an hour on a motorbike!
We're breaking you out of here! Catch this piece.
Hey, guys. If anyone wants to come along...
...olly, olly oxen free!
You understand, Maria?
No exaggeration, with your husband and these two...
...I could easily steal the chair...
...from under the pope's ass while he says Mass at St. Peter's.
If we're good, we'll have a team like no other in Italy.
We'll blow the lid off this city.
We'll blow the lid off the hinterland of all of Milan and Lombardy.
We'll bleed them of their last cent.
A moment of attention! Please, down on the floor.
Relax. We're professionals. No one will get hurt.
Mr. Manager, please cooperate and we'll be gone in a minute.
Ma'am, down on the floor. Like the others. Don't you see?
Don't look at me! Keep your head down!
Come on, use the bags. Use the bags.
Very good.
Quick and painless! Good job, everybody!
Please stay down for a few minutes. Thank you.
Horrible writing. You learn to write in night school?
-What's wrong with it? -lt sucks.
Hands up! Behave and nothing will happen!
Everybody down on the floor! Hands up!
Why did you wait so long?
Don't look at me.
Open your fucking hands! I'm talking to you!
Good job. You're good.
Keep on like this and we'll hire you. Good job.
Hey, Robin Hood. Are you trying to make the neighborhood rich?
Good evening.
Thank you.
You are such a jerk!
-Who are those guys? -The guy with the glasses just shot up.
Why are you laughing? I don't see any women here.
The club is still empty. You'll see a lot of pussy here soon.
Francis' clubs are great. Believe me.
That's why I'm here. You're laughing, but where are the drinks?
Francis! I'm Enzo, remember me?
Yes, you're an associate of that freak, Renato.
So what?
I wanted you to meet Spaghettino, a friend from Sicily.
Yes, sure. Later. In the meantime, order a drink.
-See? -A bottle of champagne.
-He's really nice. -He sure is.
-Where in Czechoslovakia? -Brno.
-Never heard of it. -They make good beer.
What can you tell me?
Francis! I'm honored by your hospitality.
My pleasure.
You took advantage of Manini's and Torinese's wives.
Next time l'll rip your balls off.
You son of a bitch!
Who's a son of a bitch?
What the fuck? I meant him, not Francis!
Are you nuts? Going around stabbing people!
You brought a rat in here.
What rat? How was l supposed to know?
Get the fuck out.
-l'll tell Renato. -Threatening me?
-Get out. -What are you looking at?
Get out of here! Take him out!
I was pissed off with Spaghettino, that's the truth.
How was l supposed to know he was screwing the wrong girls?
I didn't want to do a fucking thing to Francis.
And l wind up with a knife in my back.
Fifteen stitches.
You're stripping right here? Knock it off.
I'm sorry, but what can l do?
Listen, Antonella. We're all good guys, no need for bad blood between us.
He may be angel-faced and come from heaven itself...
...but we need to have a sit-down to clear this up.
So? Why are you telling me?
You do his hair, right?
-Meaning? -Look, we know you're thick as thieves.
-Fuck off, you idiot. l'm married. -Antonella, let's straighten this out.
Set up a meeting and that'll be that. Please.
All right. l'll see what I can do.
But watch out. Don't be so funny.
-You know who's backing Francesco. -l'm shitting my pants!
It's for his little brother Enzo, but it's really just an excuse.
He admires you and wants to meet you.
Meet with him if you can.
When he fixes on an idea, he's really stubborn.
I wouldn't want a war and he doesn't want to step on your toes.
I almost forgot.
Do you like it?
Thank you, Francesco, you're so sweet!
Thank you. It's beautiful.
Remember that l'm Francis Turatello.
He is Renato Vallanzasca. He has to know his place.
That way nothing will happen and we're all better off.
-Five million. -A card, please.
TURATELLO'S CLUB
Six to the dealer.
A king. Nothing.
We lost.
The dealer has 1 0 million. This game! I've run out of money.
Wait a second.
Here it is. Dealer.
-A bomb! -Calm down!
-What the fuck are you doing? -Shut up, bastard!
Ladies and gentlemen, hands up.
Jewels and cash, please.
This is a fucking mistake. You're making a mistake.
Shut up! I can make all the mistakes l want.
Give me all the money. Come on.
Stay put, don't move. You turn around. Come on.
Is the fear of Ciccio Banana putting you all to sleep?
They did not show up with a knife.
They had a grenade. They were armed to the teeth.
What grenade? What are you saying? Only you saw it.
-Francis. -Listen, Carmelo.
You came all the way from Catania to be made a fool?
You'll be back to making toast and sandwiches.
Francis, the guys at the door were asleep.
I was in there by myself and l tried to avoid a massacre.
Was I wrong? Was l wrong, Joseph?
-No. It's true, Francis. -Shut up.
Thirty million in money orders.
"A lot of good guys in jail are eating great, despite you. R.V."
Vallanzasca has more balls than brains.
We made him look like a big man, with my money!
Francis, first he takes your money, then the club, next he'll take you!
Then take care of it!
-Give me 24 hours-- -24 hours, Carmelo?
-You got 12 hours. Let's go! Now! -Okay.
Three cowards. Useless!
-We start with Comasina. -Let's kill them all.
Fuck. l have another idea.
-How will you cut it? -Just a trim. One centimeter.
All right.
Hi.
Put your foot down.
Is that your son?
His daddy's spitting image.
Let's go, Lucio.
Hello, Renato? Hello?
Catch up to them.
On the side.
-Who's this fucking idiot? -Signal Francis.
What the fuck is it?
Some asshole is on Redhead's tail.
Pass him.
Speed up. Come on.
They're still following us. Slow it down a bit.
What the fuck do you want?
You, piece of shit, I'll kill you.
Fuck off!
Son of a bitch.
Let's stay out of town for a few days now.
We should learn from the Calabrians.
Lock the poor fool in your house and rake in the dough...
...no shots, no sweat.
It's obvious kidnapping gets you more than robbery, of course.
Don't worry, l'll convince Renato even if he doesn't like the idea.
He's Renatino and l created Renatino, you know!
I get to the counter, l look over it.
Fuck, a mountain of money.
An army of clerks counting bills, sorting them and putting them in bags...
...like Scrooge McDuck.
Then two sheriffs come, load it all on a cart...
...that looks like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow...
...and take it to the back rooms.
What is it? ls it the mint?
The tax office in Piazza Vetra.
In the center of Milan?
If a pin drops, World War Three breaks out.
23 OCTOBER 1 976
The outlaw who killed State Police Officer Bruno Lucchesi and wounded another...
...is Renato Vallanzasca from Milan.
He's a dangerous bank robber.
It happened on the Florence Sea highway.
The stolen car that the bandit was driving...
...was being chased because it was going 1 25 miles an hour.
The car was stopped at the Montecatini exit.
As the officers were checking his documents, he fired.
Last September, Vallanzasca escaped from the Bassi Hospital in Milan....
Driving license number 49--
I wanted to get here fast, so l was flooring it.
I made two or three passes.
The state police pulled me over.
In the mess...
...instead of giving them my fake license...
...l gave them yours.
Excuse me, Nunzio.
You go zigzagging at 1 25 miles for no reason and then get yourself stopped.
Hightail it at least! Why in the world kill a state cop?
He's fucking right. Why leave a witness then?
Plug the other cop too, you piece of shit.
What's he saying? Shut up, idiot!
Don't run off at the mouth. Think! Now there's a corpse...
...and all the cops are after us!
Thanks to His Lordship, it all changes.
All right. Renato, if you say so...
...l'll turn myself in.
Oh, please, should l shed a tear?
Fuck, don't you realize? He gave them Renato's license!
Anybody else's, who'd give a fuck?
But Renato's gets us all caught!
Understand? Fuck! You're an asshole!
Fuck off, you piece of shit junkie!
He's never fucked up, right?
He's a shithead.
Well, partner?
This changes everything.
What do we do about tomorrow's job?
Do we forget it?
-Go back north? -And then what?
We all enter the seminary?
There's no turning back now.
I agree.
-The tip's good. -Yeah, it's an easy job.
-We'll recoup expenses, head to Milan. -All right.
-Ladies and gentlemen, hello. -Down! Face down. Face down!
This is a robbery. Get your hands down, you'll only make things worse.
The manager! Who's the manager? Come on. The manager!
-l am. -Here he is!
Come on, little gnome, would you take me to the safe?
-lt's not-- -Listen, l'm already a little edgy.
Take me to the safe, get going! Get going! Come on!
Give me the money, move it!
Are you dead today?
-You're slow, come on. Make it fast. -All right.
Come on.
Fuck!
Fuck it all!
Careful.
Come on, give it here.
Give it to me. You are not so stupid. Give it to me.
What did you do?
Let's go.
Renato. He wanted to be a hero.
You're a dickhead, Enzo. Look at him. He can't even stand up.
We can't risk our lives because you're an asshole!
What the fuck do you want from me?
-Are you trying to teach me my own job? -Do you realize what you've done?
Renato! Do you hear the way they talk to me?
-Stay home for a while. And keep quiet! -But--
You stay home as long as l'll tell you to. Understand?
Let's get out of here.
Come on, let's get out of here! What the fuck are we doing here?
The city of Andria is still very upset after yesterday's bloody robbery.
The robbers belong to a dangerous gang of criminals...
...and have been identified.
One of them, Renato Vallanzasca from Milan, was already wanted...
...for the murder of State Police Officer Bruno Lucchesi...
...who was killed near Pistoia.
The police are relentlessly searching for the robbers all over Italy.
These sausages are big and fat.
So tomorrow?
At 8:00. Nunzio will be waiting there.
Don't look at me like that, we're just going to look around.
I could even go alone.
That's right. l'll go alone.
So we won't draw too much attention.
-Do you think l would let you go alone? -Renato, l told you, the job can't be done.
Piazza Vetra is crawling with plain-clothes cops.
Work it out among yourselves, who's coming, who's not.
I'm going to take a look.
Look what l found, a bottle of Barbera wine.
Are the sausages ready?
Why won't this fucking car go?
You've really got it in for me! But l'm not going to be the bad guy this time.
Fuck it all! Fuck it all! Damn car.
Put that thing down. Help me.
Come on! Stop!
-Come on, don't fuck things up. -Listen to me. Don't bust my balls.
-l'm fucking fed up. -Enzo, are you--?
Shut up!
Why do you want to stay here?
Quit busting my balls. Watch it. Understand?
-They'll arrest us. -Shut up!
They'll arrest us if we stay here.
Stop! I said stop!
I don't see anything.
Renato!
Come here.
How the fuck did he find us? Asshole.
Renato.
Renato, it's Enzo. Open up.
-Fuck. Renato, open up! -Your little brother's here.
Hi, Renatino.
You must excuse me.
I wanted to come by the other day, but these days a guy never knows what to do.
What the fuck are you talking about, Enzo?
-There was a little problem. -Little Enzo is sick.
What the fuck are you saying? How do you come up with that crap?
Renatino, let me in.
Enzo.
Drop the weapon.
The gun. Put the gun down, Enzo.
Okay.
Renatino.
-My little brother. -Enzo, sit here, calm down.
Sit here.
Look at yourself. Shit!
What happened? What happened?
It's been quite an evening.
He wanted to make a roadblock, Renato.
The police chased after us. It got all screwed up, we had to take off.
At some point we ran out of gas.
We needed a car...
...so we stopped a guy.
You won't believe this, Renato.
The guy went into reverse, trying to escape.
I had to shoot.
I had to.
Is he dead?
We're all dead.
What the fuck are you saying, Enzo? Calm down.
-Renato, it's full of snipers out there. -There's nobody.
-Not only snipers-- -There's nobody.
-Calm down, Enzo. Calm down. -We're all dead. Renato. We're all dead.
-Sure. -Renato! We're all dead!
Sure. We're all dead.
Renato! Renato! We're all dead, Renato!
Help! It's full of snipers out there!
Cut it out! There are no snipers. Where are the snipers, dickhead?
They'll kill us! Renato! Renato! They'll kill us!
-l'll show you. Come and see. -No! Renato! No!
-Dickhead! Fuck you and your snipers! -Renato! No! Renato!
Drop the fucking gun. See? See all the snipers?
Renato!
Come and see. lt's full of snipers.
Come see how many snipers there are! One sniper there, one here.
I see them! l see them!
-They'll hear us. -Fuck you and your snipers. Dickhead!
I'll wait for you in the car.
Careful. Everything's okay.
Good morning. Cappuccino and croissant, please.
-Coffee for me. -All right. Just a moment.
The guys?
-Sorry, who? -Have the guys come by?
-What guys? -The guys.
Are you kidding me? I'm Bonelli from Central, remember?
I come here twice a week. Have the boys come by already?
Please go in, Mr. Bonelli.
-Good day. -Good day.
-ls Felici still in the back there? -Straight ahead.
You, with the cigarette, watch it or l'll report you.
-Yes? -What?
-ldentify yourself. -Who's in charge here?
Who gave you permission to work like this? Tex Willer?
Fuck!
Careful!
Down! Down! Down!
Hey!
No!
Fools! Fools!
Who was there? His sister?
No, his mother.
She said she doesn't want your money.
Find his sister, give it to her.
Antonella, where are you going?
Oh, God.
Do you know anything about the cops that rang at my folks' door?
What did you expect? You killed two of them.
So?
I don't want anyone to die.
But they do their job and they get paid for shooting at me.
Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?
Do you realize what a mess you've made?
You want to wage war on the world?
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Where the fuck are you going?
-Let go of me. Let go of me. -Antonella.
Give me a hug. Give me a hug, damn it!
Renato, you must stop it.
Yeah?
Tell your son you'll be picking him up from the morgue...
-...with his balls in his mouth. -Fuck off.
Let's go to bed.