Here we are, the summer of 1979.
The days that changed our lives, as well as that of many others.
You could already smell the scent of the 1980s.
And it was the scent of money.
Money travelling from both sides of the Atlantic Ocean.
Money arrived here and, from here, heroin left.
- C'mon Saro, go, go, go, go! - Police!
- C'mon Saro, go. - Police!
Look everywhere.
Don't let them fool you. Go, Saro, go.
Search everywhere, even in the other room.
Saro, go look in the other room.
That had been my friend Boris' great intuition:
Sicily had become a big drug refinery.
The Mafia bought it, processed it and sent it to America
and, from America, came huge sums of money,
which is the thing mafiosi care about most.
There's nothing worse than touching their money
to make them angry.
Luchino, it's three thousand Lira. Don't fuck with me
and don't get me even more pissed off.
Coins, primiera and seven of coins.
- Totò. - What?
- I have the seven of coins. - What?
- Well... - Well what?
No, nothing.
Exactly.
Go make a phone call.
Luchino, forgot anything? The money. Three thousand Lira.
Gentlemen, cheques, receipts, bank statements,
they're like fingerprints.
Get your hands on the right piece of paper
and they're fucked, alright?
That's why we need to get everything while we're here,
every single receipt, okay?
- Of course, sir. - Then c'mon, let's go.
- Giuliano speaking. - Mr. Giuliano, you're a dead man.
Sir, shall we go?
Yes.
Totò?
I phoned.
But I don't understand...
What are we doing with these phone calls?
Why warn?
Luchino, you're problem is that you're still a sodding farmer.
We're in the city now
and we make phone calls out of respect.
Those days that would have changed everything
were still carefree to us: we finally had our new house.
See? Cotto tiles everywhere and everything is new, all the finishes.
And I asked the neighbours: there's always water here.
Good Pia, so now you can wash your hair every day.
Well done, Lorenzo. It took a while, it did...
And look at this kitchen!
It makes you want to cook, it's all new.
- ...but it's nice, I must say. - Thanks.
I underestimated you.
I never did. How many square metres?
Around 130, I think.
Gosh, bigger than ours! It's huge.
Well done, well done.
Listen but, I mean...
Can you afford it?
Well, in the end, it was a bargain.
Just think we're paying the same money as in the old house.
See? Lorenzo has a good nose for business.
What? Of course not. It was a stroke of luck.
No, you have to make your own luck. And apparently you did, this time.
Well done, well done.
You finally learned.
Don't reply, don't listen to him. You know what he's like.
He can't stand when someone does better than him.
- No one's doing better than me here. - See?
Dad, it's huge! Thank you.
- Dad, it's great! - Yes, thank you!
- So, do you like it? - Yes!
When are you moving in?
Well, I'm signing the contract today
and we can start moving in straight away, right?
I can't wait. It'll be like a new start for us.
- Listen... there's one thing... - What?
You must tell me how you did this.
- Well, I... - You must tell me.
No, he couldn't tell him how he did it.
He couldn't even tell himself.
So, do you like the house?
- Very much. - Good, good.
So, the contract lasts four years and can be renewed.
The rent is low and controlled. The flat has just been renovated,
but if there's anything you want to change,
also considering the sensitivity shown to our cause,
the bank would be more than happy to comply.
No, no, it's perfect.
I'm actually a little embarrassed, considering the price,
it's practically a gift.
Of course it isn't! It's the least we could do.
Well, could we maybe not mention this again?
As you wish.
So... just a few signatures here.
Here, and it's done.
There, good. Thanks.
I'd say that at least accommodation won't be a problem anymore.
Right, can I at least thank Mr. Guarneri?
Well, not today, I'm afraid, but I'll thank him for you.
- Goodbye, Giammarresi. - Goodbye.
Can't we call anyone else?
It'll take us a week to confiscate all this stuff.
Let's take these for the time being, then we'll talk to Giuliano
and see what he says, okay? - Right.
Here, I'll be right behind you.
- Going down? - Hem... yes. Do we all fit?
- Giammarresi! - Yes?
Sorry, I forgot, here are your keys.
- Thanks. - So, enjoy.
You too.
- Are you done? These binders are heavy. - Of course.
Of course, just like everyone else, I was oblivious to my father's suffering.
I was on holiday, and I couldn't wait to go to the beach with Alice,
but my world was collapsing too.
Sebastiano!
- He's already gone out. - What? And where did he go?
I don't know. He left very early.
- Did he take his bathing suit? - No, that's still here.
Well, did he look angry?
Angry? He hasn't said a word in two days.
Do you know why?
I don't either.
Why did you make us come here in such a hurry?
Sebastiano ran away. And it's your fault.
Again with this?
If you hadn't told him his father was in jail...
- I just told him the truth. - He didn't want to know the truth!
- I did tell him I was joking. - Does it look like he's an idiot?
I'm an idiot.
I'm a real idiot.
Maybe he didn't run away, maybe he just went somewhere.
We might be able to find him.
We should split up.
Alice and I could go to the fish market. He helps his uncle sometimes.
- You could go... - Can't we all go together?
Alright, let's go together.
Marco.
Talking about idiots, these two would win the prize:
my dumb sister and that genius Torino.
Sorry, I had my music on.
What's that?
It's called a walkman. My father brought it home from Japan.
Listen.
Amazing.
What are you doing? Are you going out with this wind?
It's called sailing, the windier, the better.
Oh right.
Shall we go for a swim first?
Yes, Simonetta's almost here, if she fancies a swim too...
Can I tell you something?
You're such a bore.
- Angela, it was you who told me... - Leave it, I'll go by myself.
Tomorrow?
We'll see. Bye.
Angela, wait.
You can keep it for today.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I don't need it on the boat.
But you must give it back tomorrow, so we will have to see each other.
Thanks.
Bye.
We're looking for our friend, Sebastiano.
Our friend Sebastiano, and why are you here?
- Well, because it's a church. - It is a church, so what?
So we thought that someone desperate might need comfort,
and this is the house of the Lord, right?
This is indeed the house of the Lord. But I haven't seen him.
If you see him, can you send him home, please?
Can I send him home, please. Of course.
I'll even light a candle for St. Leonard.
- For who? - You dumbass.
St. Leonard.
Protector of prisoners, I care about him a lot.
And if you dumbass had attended Sunday school,
you would have learned it off by heart by now.
I'm busy now, c'mon. Bye, see you.
Say hi to your illustrious parents for me.
- Thanks a lot. - For what? I did say illustrious.
You don't say hi to anyone. Go, go.
What now? Where do we go?
I think that, thanks to Brother Giacinto and St. Leonard,
Sebastiano will turn up, eventually.
Fofò, sometimes I wonder whether you truly mean what you say.
- Why? What did I say? - Why, Fofò? Why?
Because you trust Saints, and we trust reason.
I didn't get it.
What if he went there?
- To St. Leonard's monastery? - Oh dear...
Why are you leaving?
Arturo, you can come out.
Thanks, Brother Giacinto.
Arturo, you must tell me what you did.
I refused to pay for protection.
First, they bleed me dry, and now they want to skin me too.
- They want to skin you... - Exactly.
These are difficult times, Arturo.
Tomorrow or the day after, I'll take my wife and leave.
I'm going north.
Going north... Where? Where? To do what? North...
You can stay here as long as you want.
This is your house, nobody can harm a hair on your head.
So to speak.
Thank you, Brother Giacinto.
Thank you.
One more.
Last one.
You can go, go.
Just a second, tell me. Who's looking for Arturo Ardigò?
He's here.
You can have him, but I don't want any trouble, got it?
You must do it.
Don Masino decided it.
Why me?
Because you're still a virgin.
Aren't you thinking about your career?
Do you want to remain a soldier all your life?
No, of course I want a career.
But, I mean, technically, I'm in charge with collections.
You're really funny, you know?
You need to do it tonight.
And you need to do it well,
because Brother Giacinto doesn't want any trouble.
Everything must go:
the body and this too.
Oi, what's with the faces? Play! You were playing...
- C'mon. Your turn. - C'mon!
C'mon, I give you this card.
- I like it. - You do?
Take this!
The flying squad arrived this morning
at the headquarters of the Bank of Trinacria,
where searching is still underway.
The detectives are investigating a series of operations
that seem to involve both the managers and people connected to Cosa Nostra...
Giammarresi.
Cusumano, for Goodness' sake!
- Don't you ever knock? - Sorry.
- What? - It's just that, I wanted to say...
do we have to beg you?
Don't you want to celebrate your new house?
- Out. - C'mon.
- Out! - What are you like!
- Lorenzo, you have a heart of gold. - Not all that glitters is gold.
Gotcha!
- What were you doing? - What do you think?
What do you think, Massimo?
You told me to meet you here as I needed to ask you something.
Oh, right. Ask me, though, not her.
Give me one too.
Good morning my love, please, how are you...
How rude!
Give me one too.
Women are all the same. You marry them
and they cling to you like an octopus.
- What did you have to tell me? - Nothing, I...
C'mon, Lorenzo, I haven't got time to mess around, what?
As you know everyone,
this Mr. Guarneri, Director of the Bank of Trinacria,
what kind of person is he?
Why are you asking?
Nothing, he's the one who got me the house,
he's the father of a friend...
- Your friend? - Of course not!
- Of a friend of Salvuccio's. - C'mon, he gave you a house
because he's the father of a friend of Salvuccio's.
Could you please answer?
I'm saying nothing.
Why?
If I tell you he's an exquisite person,
you'll think he's dishonest because I said so.
If I tell you he's dishonest, then he's dishonest.
So I'm saying nothing, okay?
Lorenzo, you would even question a winning lottery ticket.
What happened? Did you kill someone to get the house?
Of course not! I did him...
...a favour. I helped something along...
Well done!
Take your prize and enjoy it!
There are worse sins in the world.
Well, you may be right, Massimo. I worry too much.
- I'm going. Bye, Patrizia. - Bye, Lorenzo.
- You're sending him kisses now? - But they're flying kisses.
Give me another, actually, give me two.
- But Massimo... - Shush!
And I'm not coming back for dinner tonight, either.
I knew it.
Stay here.
Hi, Seba.
- What do you want? - We wanted to know how you were.
You all knew it.
Seba...
- Hi. So, is she your... - Alice?
I mean, do you ever do anything normal?
You take her to a prison instead of the beach?
Well, it's about to rain.
Anyway, he found out.
Go in, I'll be right there.
Sebastiano...
- What's going on? - I don't know.
- Is he still mad at me? - He's mad at everyone.
C'mon, don't worry. Chin up.
Salvatore, a word. Come here.
She's pretty. How are things going?
- We're almost there. - That's good, then.
Actually, she'll be leaving for Switzerland soon.
She's going to boarding school. She may never come back.
Then we need to make her fall for you fast.
So she'll come back early or not go at all.
We need a great idea.
Let me think about it, see you at the bar, okay?
Bye, Alice. Sebastiano, hang in there!
I didn't know whether to believe him as he was a very busy man.
When would he find the time to think about me and Alice?
But he did find the time and the right words for Seba.
Hey kid, let's face it. How many times did you see him
while you thought he was working on a ship?
Now you can see him once a week.
He did a stupid thing, something really silly.
I know how these things work.
With a good lawyer, he'll be free in less than no time.
It would have been months if we was really in Japan.
Look at me. Right?
So now my two dumb friends were friends again,
and we were all together once more.
Even if not for long.
So is your father defending my father?
I asked and he promised and he always keeps his word.
For free?
Aren't we friends? C'mon Seba, you know what I'm like,
I talk and I don't even know what I'm saying.
But, this Switzerland thing, do you want to go?
- No, I don't. - Don't go, then.
How do I do that? I'm not the one deciding.
They can't make you do something you don't want to.
Can't they? Don't they ever make you do things you don't want to?
Not the dentist!
Salvatore, please! He's not going to hurt you.
Please, Salvatore!
All the time, but they don't last long.
And the dentist is nearby.
- The dentist? - Just saying.
Switzerland is far away and for a long time.
I needed a miracle to make Alice stay, rather than an idea.
I loved Boris, I trusted him, he was good at his job,
but I couldn't see him working any miracles.
A miracle: from the station to here in only seven minutes.
You look great. Bye.
Come here, my darling, come.
- Will you be able to join us? - If I can, one miracle at a time.
- We'll miss you. - I'll miss you too.
Now enjoy your holiday, okay? Get on before it leaves, c'mon.
- C'mon kids. - Mind the step.
- Is the luggage already on? - Yes.
Right. Bye. Have fun, okay? Don't think about me.
- Bye. - Bye.
I would have wanted to be the one to give him a great idea:
jump on the train, Boris.
Go with your family, away from here. Go!
But I couldn't foresee the future
and already had problems with my present.
Here, these are perfect.
What you mean perfect? They only reach my calves!
Oh well, darling, look at this hem, we can undo it.
As we were moving,
my mum decided to see what to keep and what to give away.
Let's see these. These too, they're fine.
There's a small hole, but we can patch it up.
- Again? - I'm throwing everything!
- Take those things off. - What's gone off?
Angela, honey, you're shouting.
Oh, sorry.
- Anyway, nothing fits me anymore. - Same here.
- Hi. - Hi, dad.
These two, they're your kids.
As we're moving to a better house, they think we're suddenly rich!
No, no, guys. Don't worry. We're still the same, okay?
- But it's fine. - Of course it's fine.
Wait, wait. Let me go. Where are you taking me?
Wait, no!
- Why? - Walk!
- Get in. - Wait.
Get in!
Wait, wait, no!
No, Patrizia, what do you mean someone else?
He mad about you.
Of course it must be about work, don't worry.
I was on the phone to Patrizia.
She says Massimo's acting weird, he treats her badly,
she said he didn't even come home this evening.
Well, what did you expect?
That because he's married he was going to... act differently?
We managed to do quite a lot today.
I think he's acting weird too. What about you? This morning?
This morning what?
Patrizia told me you dropped by to talk to him.
Oh, right. A stupid thing, I asked him for advice on the house.
Anyway, he looked like his usual self.
Lorenzo...
I'm sorry I hurt you.
Let's not talk about it again, okay? Ever again.
I want to look forwards, I want to look to the future,
to what is waiting for us.
It was very kind of Mr. Guarneri to grant us this opportunity,
just because our kids are friends.
Right.
- Should we get him something? - No.
- I already did. - You did? What did you get him?
Honey, didn't we say we were going to look forwards, to the future?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Because I like you.
The kids are still awake, we must be very quiet,
for the last time, though.
Angela...
Are you awake?
What's wrong?
I'm happy about the new house,
but it's the last time we're sleeping in the same room, and I feel bad.
Why are you not seeing Marco anymore?
He's got a girlfriend.
Pity, he was nice.
But I'm happy for him.
It doesn't look like it.
How would you know?
Why does Alice have to leave now that she's finally held my hand?
Why can't good things just be good?
Please, Salvatore, enough with the questions.
No, I held them in long enough.
Now I'm going to asking them all.
Ask away then because,
we'll have two separate rooms when we'll be in the new house,
and you'll have to knock on my door to talk to me.
Why does Seba's dad need a good lawyer if he only did something silly?
Why don't Alice's parents mind sending her far away?
Why doesn't dad seem happy in the new house?
Left unanswered, these questions wouldn't let me sleep so,
even if we were in our new house, I still went to sleep in Angela's bed.
Life...
is a mystery.
I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.
It must have been something to do with,
I don't know... the constellations? Sirocco?
Or with the fact we were men?
Of course, in the conditions we were in,
the morning and the sunlight didn't help.
- Honey, I'm going. - It's half past seven.
I know, but it takes longer to get to work from here, it's rush hour.
- See you later. - Bye...
- Bye, mum. I'm going out. - Where are you going this early?
To the beach with Alice, Fofò and Sebastiano. Bye.
"Ardigò Arturo went missing two days ago."
"The shopkeeper was said to be facing threats of extortions."
"Detectives fear this is yet another case of 'lupara bianca'."
Well done, Massimino!
What a lovely neat job!
Don Masino was right, guys! This guy'll go places.
- C'mon, let's drink. - C'mon.
Cheers!
Cheers. Cheers. To us.
With daylight, women became nervous too.
He slithered off like a snake. Believe me, I'm not making this up.
It was the middle of the night.
Patrizia, I think you better talk to him.
He tells me it's for work.
He says I'm the crazy one and that I'm busting his balls!
Really?
Let me help you clean, so I won't think about it.
Go on, there's plenty to clean here.
Where did we keep all this stuff in the old house?
Angela, get a move on!
I need to go, they're calling me.
So we're not seeing each other today too?
What can I tell you? We need to tidy up.
Yes but... all day?
Not even ten minutes for a granita, a chat...
I even made a mixtape for you, Angela.
I don't know.
If it's about the walkman,
I can drop it off at your house or...
Careful, this moment is crucial.
Something finally broke
inside that sort of Tibetan monk from Piedmont transplanted in Palermo.
- Angela... - What?
I don't give a damn about the walkman! I don't.
You can keep it, throw it out the window, or even crush it!
I've been after you like a fool for a whole year.
First Rosario, then Alfonso, I was always waiting,
and you didn't even notice!
You know what, Angela?
You really busted my balls, as you say around here!
And what about the dumb one? Was she swept away by his declaration?
Did her heart and her eyes finally open?
Oi, Torino, talk to your sister that way, okay?
But an idea seemed to creep into her confused mind.
What does it mean "I've been after you for a whole year?"
It may have been too late, though,
because we all know what men do when they're hurt.
- Hi. - Hi.
- This is for you. - You made it for me?
- Yes. - Thanks!
To avoid it being too late for me and Alice too,
that morning I went to look for my friend Boris.
He was my last hope.
It was 12th July 1979.
Does somebody remember what happened in Palermo on that day?
- Were you looking for me? - Yes, but...
Yes, I came alone today. What are you doing here?
- I knew it, you forgot. - Where are you going? Come here!
You really believe I'd forget something that important?
I thought about it and I got it.
The place is in the city centre, it's one of the most beautiful in Palermo.
- It's the Spasimo, do you know it? - No.
You need to take Alice there and follow the music.
What music?
Someone plays music there every night,
but nobody knows who.
You can hear it every night, and it's truly magical. It's magic.
Take her there, it'll be magical for you and Alice too.
Take her there, the rest will come from your heart.
- Thank you. - For what?
Just think about me while you're there.
- Bye. - Bye.
Bye, Salvatore.
Help, help!
The head of the Palermo flying squad, vice-commissioner Boris Giuliano,
was the victim of a deadly ambush this morning,
just after eight o'clock.
Here's vice-commissioner Giuliano.
There were seven shots,
fired from what seems to be a caliber 7.65.
Three of them hit his head and neck.
The assassination took place in Bar Lux in via Francesco di Blasi,
in the residential part of the city.
The head of the flying squad used to go there every morning for coffee
before going to work.
- What's going on? - It's closed.
- What do you mean? - That's what they told us.
- Did they? - Yes...
Cusumano! Can you tell me what...?
It's for you, to celebrate your new house!
Congratulations!
- What is there to celebrate? - Congratulations!
- What is there to celebrate? - Five minutes...
Let go of the bottle!
What is there to celebrate? People are waiting!
Back to work. C'mon, what is this?
Sicilian? He's not even Italian!
Go on, to work, people are waiting.
Honestly. Please, please, come.
- Dad! - Salvuccio.
What happened?
- They killed him. - Who got killed?
Boris.
Boris? But... who told you? What...?
I saw it.
Shush, shush.
You saw it?
Now listen to me, you don't have to mention this to anyone.
To anyone, Salvuccio, please.
Not even in school, to your friends, to mum, to your sister, anyone, got it?
I'm serious, you saw nothing.
Is it done?
Done.
Do you know the difference between us and the rest?
- No. - We're men of our word. C'mon.
I've already shuffled.
No, you deal to the other person first.
- Right. - Right.
Here.
One thousand to me!
THIS SERIES IS DEDICATED TO THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN
WHO FOUGHT AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST THE MAFIA
Subtitles STUDIO ASCI