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ANY REFERENCE TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
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[seagulls cawing]
[chattering]
[motorcycle approaching]
-Good evening. -[Sandro] Good evening.
-Good evening, Mohicà. -[Sandro] Good evening, handsome.
-How are you? -Fine.
-Can we get a selfie? -Later.
[man] Okay.
-[Sandro] Good evening. -[woman] Good evening.
Hey, Sandro.
[Sandro] Good evening.
Good evening.
-[Sandro] Hi, Gabbià. -Hi, Sà.
Hey, Sandro.
Good evening.
Good evening, everyone.
Sandro. Mohicano.
Sandro.
You arrived just in time. They're coming out.
[woman] Come! The newlyweds are coming.
Here they are. Open the banner.
Congratulations.
-[crowd cheering] -[cameras clicking]
Congratulations.
[Gabbiá on megaphone] ♪ One day out of the blue ♪
[all] ♪ One day out of the blue ♪
[man] ♪ I fell in love with you ♪
♪ I fell in love with you ♪
♪ My heart was beating fast ♪
♪ Don't ask me why ♪
♪ My wife, you know, she asked me ♪
♪ What am I to you? ♪
♪ You are my life ♪
♪ But I love the Azzurri more ♪
♪ Whoa, oh-oh-oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh ♪
[chattering]
[man] Congratulations to the newlyweds!
[Italian pop music playing]
NAPOLI TEAM DIES AFTER 78 YEARS
COURT OF NAPLES
[crowd chanting]
WE HATE ROME!
[crowd chanting]
SASÀ LIVES
[horn honking]
[Angelo] Finally, you made it!
Guys, I've been calling you for hours.
Ciro spent three hours to get that Little Tony quiff.
And it's not even cool anymore.
[Ciro] You Gypsies, you don't understand fashion.
You're more of a Gypsy than we are!
[man] Lellucc' oh! Come on!
-Oh! -Move on, go!
Let us up, come on.
Chabbù!
Hey, what does he want?
Get the fuck out of there!
Come up! Everybody help!
Come on, Reggio! You go now!
Get a move on, Angelo.
Can you make it?
Alessà! Pull me up!
Fucking Lardass!
Come on, guys, from below.
You have to push him up.
Go...
Go. Come on.
Come on. He can make it.
They can't beat us, guys!
Calm down.
Come on.
Calm down, don't freak out!
I have to check the backpack.
It's for the banners.
Let's go.
[man] Come on!
Raise your fucking hands!
[all] Apache!
A girl called me. "Come on, let's go out."
I was totally out of it. I sent Reggio.
-Seriously? -Let me see.
Yeah. She was calling me by his name, "Roby".
And I was, "Yes, my love".
You will never shag a woman like this.
We shag them between us.
[crowd chanting]
Hey, guys. Hi, Pechegno, bro.
-How are you? -Good, and you?
Ah. Joke.
You have the bombs?
Yeah, we are loaded.
Can I set one off now?
Why do you always have to talk? You have to shut up.
Well done, though. I'll tell you when it's time.
When will you take us to an away game with you?
-If you're good. -We're not good, you know that.
[Pechegno] Teach that to your brother, too. See you later, guys.
Bye, Pechegno.
[Gabbiá] This is our fucking stand.
-So cool. -He's a beast.
[Gabbiá] We're the Apache!
Fucking move!
Honor our friends.
Let's hear it for our friends who aren't here today.
Honor the banned.
[all] Honor the banned.
Honor the banned.
HONOR THE BANNED
[motorcycle approaching]
Hey, Mcintò.
Hey, Sandro.
POLICE STATION
Everything okay?
Good morning.
[man on TV] Napoli, playing at home, wants to win again.
-[knock on door] -[Mcintò] May we?
[Santo] Good morning.
Good morning.
...with a wonderful audience...
IDs.
Still with these IDs, officer? We're still at that point? My God.
Here you are.
All the time we spend here, we could be working with you.
Russo Alessandro.
...even if they are in different championships,
the host team will fight for a hard win
while the Azzurri, five days from the end, are trying to...
DAY 34 OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP
[inaudible dialogue]
[man on radio] ...the Azzurri are winning 3-0 and are easily
leading the game, and...
[in German] Is this mayonnaise?
No, it's salmon.
Oh, Americà! You wanna get rid of these two, or not?
What the fuck?
[Barà] Go away! Come on!
Come on, move!
[in German] Get out!
[in German] One, two, buckle my shoe.
-What do you have here? -[in Italian] Ow! Michelò, what did I do?
[Michelò] Played the asshole you are.
Now you'll listen.
You're always mad at him.
-One more goal, and I win my bet. -A nice present, Michelone.
-I'll take you all to dinner. -[in Italian] Dinner and a present.
You're not just taking us to dinner and saving on the present.
No worries. Have a good day.
[Barà] Are those two still here?
[Michelò] He's coming, shut up.
Wait, let me hear.
I should kick you all out. I lost those two customers.
I didn't say anything.
It was you and you.
Americà, we saved their lives.
Is it our fault you put shit in your sandwiches?
-[Americá] You're still going on? -[Michelò] I want the two sandwiches.
[Americá] I want the 10 dollars.
I'll give you the money, but let me hear the game first.
...another action, another header...
-This bet... -Oh.
Can't we watch it on TV, once in a while?
On the radio. Not on TV.
[Michelò] Another corner, here.
...this match, waiting for the last four games, preparing for the capital
in the last game that will decide the winner of this championship.
[crowd chanting]
[Angelo] How come you've got the keys?
[Pechegno] My uncle got a rebuilding job here.
Get in, quick.
[chanting continues]
[explosion] Fuck off, you shitty Neapolitans!
[horn honks, then engine revs]
-Hey, Sandro. -[Sandro] Hey, Angiolè.
-[Angelo] Open up. -[Sandro] Yeah.
-Bloody hell. -I'm destroying you.
-You're hopeless! -What the fuck? Did you see that?
-Fuck you. You thumped him. -You don't know how to play.
Don't piss me off, okay?
That's it. I don't want to play anymore. Let's go eat.
-Come on. Stop it. -I don't want to play anymore.
-Come on, let's finish the game. -Stop it.
-Don't get pissed. -Enough.
We have to eat, Angelo. Enough.
-Come on, Sandro. Stop it. -No.
-Sandro. -No.
-Come on. Let's finish. -Finish what? It's 6-0.
Come on.
Sandro!
Sandro, don't get pissed off. Come here.
Always with a joystick in your hand. Don't you have a girlfriend?
I have women everywhere. Half the school is after me.
You're the one who never gets laid, Sandro.
Half the school? Do you go to school now?
Yeah, the school of doobies, don't you know?
Ah... Shut up.
What are you doing, Sandro?
-Spaghetti, oil and garlic. Ready. -My God.
Spaghetti, oil and garlic.
Who knows what you're feeding me now.
What are you talking about? I'll show you my spaghetti.
What a nice smell, Angiolè.
-At least put some parmesan on. -Come on. You can't put parmesan on this.
No way.
Parmesan on oil and garlic, no way.
I refuse to give it to you.
At most, I could do you "runaway clams".
What's that?
When you sprinkle lots of parsley on it,
and it gives you the impression it is spaghetti with clams,
but people used to do that many years ago when they couldn't afford that.
My mom used to cook that.
-Enjoy. -Enjoy, Angiolè.
Mm! Anyway, it was amazing at the game.
A bunch of us got beneath the Brescia end,
and we launched a load of bombs, you should have seen that.
They were running in all directions, like ants.
Bombs, Angelo?
You've got bombs in your head.
What are you doing?
Nothing, I wanted a sip.
Well, ask for it.
Sandro, can I have a sip?
Now you can have a sip.
-Thank you, Sandro. -You're welcome.
[rap music playing over speakers]
[man 1] Where did you get this?
-[man 2] Look at this. -[man 3] Did you get it at some party?
If I throw that in your face, it'll break your head!
[man 2] Someone gave it to me.
Oh, that's why.
When I go there, I'll tell them.
-"You smoke it," you have to say to them. -Only two puffs...
-[Angelo] He's totally out of it. -Fuck you, Angiolè.
Watch for the lines.
Lardass!
What have you done here, you fucking dick?
Maestro.
[Gabbiá] Do you want me to kick you out?
-Give it to me. -What are they doing?
You deserve a punch in your mouth.
I just said watch the lines.
Did you hear me?
Oh! Did you hear me?
Oh, Gabbià...
You're such a dick!
Cool down.
-[Gabbiá] He's pissing me off. -What pissed you off? Go get a joint.
Fiorellì...
we explained this to you. Do you wanna learn or not?
The lines should be straight.
Guys, is there a can of white?
Sure, here.
[Pechegno] Fix that mess.
See?
Easy.
Look how good Angioletto is.
You see this good hand?
Tomorrow, come to my house and paint my bathroom.
Fiore. Handsome.
You need to chill, keep calm.
They have to stop bothering me.
They're kids, they're learning. Come on.
Hey, Mohicà.
Let me have a shot on that bike. I'll fly from here to Ponticelli.
Hey, don't you have a home to go to?
You wanna take us to your house?
Always in the fucking way.
"Let's burn the capital"?
What's that?
Pechegno, have you turned stupid or what?
Why? It's the banner, what's the problem?
Without the authorization of the group? Really?
-It's done now. -[Barà] You shut up.
We decided that in the stadium.
-[Barà] You? And who the fuck are you? -Yeah.
We founded the group.
We have been banned. We get to decide.
Bará, if we wait for you on every decision,
we'll get old.
Here's another one.
Yeah, but decisions have to be made in meetings with everyone.
And you all know that.
And anyway, away fans in Rome are banned for sure.
[Pechegno] Sa', banned or not, we don't give a shit, we have to go.
You taught us that.
This is the last chance. Do we have to stay here like idiots?
Maybe you didn't understand, bro.
Listen to me,
nobody has to go to Rome.
Nobody has permission to go to Rome.
The debate ends here, full stop.
Now get rid of this fucking thing on the wall.
Come here, you.
[Bará] Mcintò, you are a dickhead as well, though.
-Let's get this down. -How was I supposed to know?
And what were you doing here?
Why are you getting mixed up in this shit?
[Bará] Guys, we have to think before doing things...
Sà, where are we going?
-It's a surprise, don't worry. -We've been walking for hours.
What is this place, Sà?
[pigeons cooing]
Angelo.
Angiolè, where are you?
Sà, I'm here.
[Sandro] What the fuck are you doing there? Get down and help me.
[Angelo] Coming.
[Sandro] Angelo, get that sheeting and put it here.
If the banner gets dirty, Barabba will get mad.
That year, with Atalanta, we fought so hard!
I got stabbed.
I've still got the scar.
That's gross.
A few months later,
I got a message from one of their leaders
inviting us to this Atalanta party.
They have this party every year,
and this message said:
"We'd be honored to welcome our Neapolitan rivals."
We had a laugh at this. We're enemies, and they're inviting us to a party.
Are they crazy?
About ten of us got together.
There were Barabba,
Mcintosh, O' Nan', and your brother, Sasà.
We set off in two cars, and we got there.
Angiolè, once we got there,
it was total madness, thousands of people, singing,
tear gas, smoke bombs, even a tank.
A tank?
Angiolè, a tank. They're madder than us.
Anyway, we took our position in a corner, all suspicious,
ready to kick off at the first sign of trouble.
Because we were ready for anything.
We had bars, chains...
Then these two from Bergamo said to me,
"Hey, Napoli, relax a little, have a beer. Cool".
In that weird accent they have.
We look at each other:
"What do we do?"
And we decide to have a beer, a second, a third, and 15 minutes later,
we were all drunk.
Barabba was dancing, pouring beer on his head.
O' Nan acting like a dancing instructor, Mcintosh hitting on all the women.
They decide to take us to the disco.
We get to the disco and keep drinking.
We were so drunk that we were hugging like a gang of poofs.
And there I realized that between Naples and Bergamo,
North and South, deep down, we're the same.
Then we got out and started walking.
I see a guy. I'm like, "Fuck, I know him".
WILD SPIRIT
-I realize who he is. -[Angelo] Who?
-[Sandro] The guy who stabbed me. I swear. -Really?
[Sandro] I gave him a Glasgow kiss and he hit the ground.
As the others saw me, Barabba started hitting them,
and he drew blood every time.
-Michelone, he is a giant. -I can imagine.
[Sandro] He was picking them up like rag dolls, banging them on the ground.
The best thing was that your brother Sasà was an eel when he fought
because he was skinny.
Bang, bang, bang and away. But in the end, even if we were drunk,
we killed them all...
[moaning]
Sorry, I have to go.
You need to go?
Where are you going?
I need to go.
You really are a slut.
[Stefà] Drop dead.
You can't leave me like this.
[Angelo] We're watching the game together?
[Sandro] No, Sunday I have to work, I can't.
[Angelo] Take the day off.
[Stefà] Get inside.
-What do you want? -Get inside, I said!
What do you want?
-I'm talking, can't you see? -No, I can't. Go.
Go home, Angelo.
-Bye, Sà. -Bye, Angiolè.
[Stefà] You're still bothering my son?
Stefà, I am trying to protect him.
Have you seen yourself?
You really think you have something to teach him?
You already got one of my sons killed.
I never want to see you again. Go away.
Move!
[chattering]
[moaning]
Easy, you're wrecking the bed.
Hang on, I'm coming.
[both moaning]
But you didn't come, I'm sorry.
Yes, I did before, you didn't notice?
Yeah, maybe I know when.
But what's this kind of tattoo here?
Oh, yeah.
It's a retro gecko.
It's out of style now. [laughing]
Well, you wanna talk about mine?
Which?
Look at this.
What is it?
It was supposed to be two dolphins, but they look like salted anchovies.
Hey.
What's the matter?
Sorry, I'm not used to this.
To what?
Seeing an ass?
Silly.
You did everything.
Well, every now and then you just follow your instinct.
[sighs]
What are you doing? You leaving?
Yeah.
Why don't you stay, we'll have another joint.
No, look, you don't have to say that.
No, okay.
I'd stay, if it was up to me.
But...
my son's at home.
I can't go back there with dilated pupils, you know.
No, that's okay.
What will we do? Can I call you?
Well...
I'll see you.
Yeah?
I've got a membership at the Stufe.
-All right. -Bye.
Bye.
[door opens, then closes]
-Hey, Pè. -Hey, you okay?
-Yeah. -Hi, Mcintò.
The pen doesn't work. What a police station!
Do they give you toilet paper, at least?
No, we bring it from home.
[Mcintò] I should have known.
DAY 35 OF CHAMPIONSHIP
Batman, Perastor,
Barillbisukseh...
This isn't going to be five minutes. What are we doing here?
Play this over.
-Over? Okay. -Over.
Over. We're done.
Biusbaispor, Diablamspor, Under...
-Aspor? Without the T? -No T at the end.
Is it possible, ten of us
were not able to scrape 50 euros to go to Florence?
Next time we'll rob someplace.
Yeah, listen to this.
The most you could rob is a deli.
You'll grab two mozzarellas and four slices of smoked ham.
Shut up. I'll beat you.
[Roby] Yeah. Watch out.
[chattering]
He'll beat you.
Guys! Shut up.
What's he want? Get out of here.
Get out there, go.
-[Angelo] Oh, he's loony. -[Roby] He's got a cue.
[all shouting]
[man on TV] ...the action is fast, unexpected...
Guys. Shoot. Shoot.
...and it's a goal!
Unbelievable! Only two minutes before the end...
[man on radio] ...the corner flag. The Azzurri are leading.
A banger shocked everyone, also here, in the radio booth
coming from the host section and also tear bombs.
Napoli fans could be banned now.
That's bad because the Azzurri have easy games now.
And now we see also
a really bad banner, "Let's burn the capital," a really bad one.
-They are showing now, even inappropriate, -[inaudible dialogue]
really inexplicable.
-Hey. -Terry.
Sorry.
You're here?
-So are you. -Yeah, but I work here.
I know.
Okay, listen, I'm going to wash this off me.
Are you leaving already?
Well...
-What else should I do? -I wanted to ask-- I mean, invite you...
To your place?
No, outside, to dinner.
There's a place near here
where the fish is really good.
-Really? -Yes, I go there a lot. They're friends.
The fish is fresh.
What do you say? Maybe later? I'm done in a minute.
If you have nothing to do and you fancy it.
All right, I'm gonna take a shower now.
So, I'll wait for you? See you later?
Hey, I'm warning you, they only use plastic plates.
All right. I got it.
-But it's really good. -Really good. Okay.
They've got a razor clam to die for.
You like razor clam?
Do I like razor clam?
Move on, dummy.
[car alarm beeps]
Terry, excuse me one moment.
-What? -Just a moment.
Sure.
[Sandro] What the fuck are you doing here?
What the fuck are we doing here? We need to go now.
Go where, Barà?
Hey, did you hear what happened in Florence?
Yeah, I did.
So, we need to go now and kick the shit out of them.
All right, I'll speak to Pechegno.
Talk to Pechegno? What the fuck are you gonna say to Pechegno?
-Tell me what's going on. -Nothing.
-Everything's okay. -Nothing?
You've lost interest in the group. Your head's elsewhere.
Mohicà, bro, what is it?
I'm fine, Bará, don't worry.
Right. If you're okay, we need to go now.
We have to go together, as always.
Tell me something.
Me, these guys, without you, where would we be going?
Are you Mohicano or not?
Okay, wait.
What? [laughs]
-Nothing. -We'll do it another time?
Yeah, we need to put it off.
All right.
-Sorry. -Don't worry.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
-Have fun. -Yeah, well.
-Bye. -Bye.
[engine starts]
[Sandro] Let's go.
Come on.
Hey, wake up.
-Oh! -Oh.
Wake up, we're here.
My head's sore. [groans]
Come on, move, Gabbià. Look, they're all asleep.
Oh!
Wake up, guys. Come on.
Hey.
Come on, we're in Naples.
Come on!
Hey! Wake up! Come on! You have to wake the fuck up!
[all] ♪ The color of my heart Is white and blue ♪
God, this guy.
♪ I was born to support you ♪
♪ Against the law Stadium bans and repression ♪
[inaudible]
[Angelo] Look at her, what a pussy.
[Roby] Who is it? NancyB2003, she's old stuff.
You know why they call her NancyB? You know what B stands for?
"Blowjob."
I'll ask her, "B stands for blowjob?"
Yeah, ask her.
"Does B...
stand for..."
[man shouting over megaphone]
Roma fan, piece of shit!
[all clapping]
[crowd cheering and whistling]
Guys, calm down.
You see what we did in Florence?
Yeah?
[cheering]
In Rome, we have to be a thousand times worse.
[cheering continues]
The capital!
[all] Let's burn the capital!
The capital.
Let's burn the capital.
The capital.
Let's burn the capital.
The capital.
Let's burn the capital.
[Pechegno] Whoa. Shh!
Cool it, guys.
Keep calm.
Hey, Sandro.
[chattering]
Keep calm.
Keep calm, guys.
Relax.
Hey, Bará.
Get down from there, you.
Hey, down.
Dickhead, get down.
In a minute.
Get down.
I see you're celebrating.
Well done.
So, you really have balls.
What the fuck was that?
You even have the nerve to come here and celebrate?
After what you did in Florence?
What? You know nothing now, yeah?
The banner, smoke bombs in the pitch?
And the group didn't know a fuck about that.
-Come on, Sa'. -Oh.
You shut up, Gabbiá. You have to shut up.
There are people here who've given their blood for 30 years.
They've given their whole lives,
soul and body.
Because they believe in it like they believe in the Mother of God.
We had meetings after meetings to decide
to avoid being used.
To avoid being labeled.
And what do you do today? What?
You throw everything down the crapper.
What the fuck? Have you got any brains?
Think!
Decisions are made together.
Because one ultra on his own isn't worth a fucking thing.
You're not worth a fucking thing.
You're a nobody!
I'm a nobody.
Yeah. On my own, I'm a nobody.
It's when I'm with you...
It's when I'm with you all that I feel like a real Apache.
That's the difference.
The group!
Do you understand? Yes or no?
The cat got your tongues, eh?
Go, Mcintò.
[Mcintò] I wanna see those hands, guys.
I went to Mozambique.
[all] I went to Mozambique!
And I peeled a finger.
It got infected.
I had to get it amputated.
Finger.
-Leg. -Leg.
You wanna dance the samba?
[all grunting]
[Angelo] Waiter.
-Waiter. -[Sandro] What a dick.
Here.
-[Angelo] Thanks, Sandro. -[Sandro] Let's take this from here.
Hey, what the fuck? My sweatshirt. Look at this.
Not even a bite.
-What have you done? -What can I do?
Fifty years old and you can't even eat a kebab.
-All right, it will come out. -As long as this doesn't get dirty.
Anyway, you were a beast.
Yeah, a beast.
Once upon a time.
Twenty years ago, maybe.
What am I doing?
[Sandro] And I'm the one who can't even eat a kebab.
[Italian ballad playing over speakers]
[Gabbiá] Le', you're there all alone, eh?
-Come here. -[Mcintò] Are you having a good time?
Come.
♪ Here where the sea sparkles ♪
[Gabbiá] Mcintò give it to me.
♪ And the wind blows hard ♪
♪ On the old terrace Facing the Gulf of Sorrento ♪
-He's got the lighter. -My God.
You're unbelievable. You have to chill out.
I got my own.
[Bará] This Mcintosh is useless.
I understand now.
[Mcintò] When are we going for another swim?
In a while.
Hey, this pot doesn't work.
Did you eat your sandwich, little boy?
Here you go, Bará. Cook yourself some mussels tonight.
-Why don't you? -I'm out for dinner tonight.
The one from the baths?
Mohicano is in love.
♪ I really love you ♪
[all] ♪ I really love you ♪
Assholes!
♪ So very, very much ♪
♪ It's a bond now ♪
[ballad continues playing]
[hip-hop music playing over speakers]
[Roby] Hey, look at your brother.
How is that possible? You're identical. He gets a shag and you don't.
You've never shagged. Eat your chips.
-Hey, Paperi'. -Hi, guys.
Where's Angiolett'?
He still hasn't appeared.
[Fiorellì] Angelo!
-Angelo! -Angiolè.
My pals are calling me. Hang on.
[Roby] Angelo!
Hang on, love, my pals are calling.
-[Roby] Angiolè. -[Fiorellì] He always does that.
What the fuck do you want?
[Roby] Get a move on. You having a wank?
[Fiorellì] Come on. We're leaving.
-What are you doing? -Go with your idiot friends.
-Come on. Really? -Get lost.
Give me five minutes and I'll be down.
Make sure you wipe yourself clean.
Guys, so?
Mom, I'm going out.
Don't be late.
[Roby] Hey, Chabbù.
[Chabbù] Good morning, guys.
Hey, Chabbù. You okay?
-Bro. -Hey, Chabbù.
[Pechegno] Guys.
Attention, please, come here.
Come, come here.
[Pechegno] First of all, I want to thank you all.
Because if you are here...
it means you think the same way as us, and we have the same mentality.
And I want to propose a toast...
to the Apache.
Who, unfortunately, are retiring.
-To the Apache, guys. -[all] To the Apache!
This isn't a happy day for me.
Because I grew up with the Apache.
They taught me everything. They were like a family to me.
But like in all families,
there comes a time when a child has to leave home.
We can't miss the away games, guys.
Especially this year where we can win the league.
We are ultras!
We're like an army
that defends its standards,
its faith, its city.
We've never been scared of anything or anyone.
And nobody can tell us what we have to do.
Because we don't give a fuck.
Today, we found out the game in Rome will be behind closed doors.
-You know what that means? -[man 1] They're scared.
Yeah. They're shitting themselves.
We're going to Rome.
[man 2 exclaims]
And we're going with our new group, which is born today.
Come on, guys.
-[all shout] -[Gabbiá] Listen to me now.
Come, I wanna see you all.
♪ The State passed a law ♪
[all] ♪ And this is what it tells To the cop ♪
♪ As soon as-- ♪
Shh!
♪ As soon as you meet a fan ♪
♪ Arrest him and bring him here ♪
♪ As soon as he arrives at the station ♪
♪ The cop will have to tremble ♪
♪ The law doesn't frighten us ♪
♪ The State won't stop us ♪
♪ In fact, we won't stop ♪
♪ The life of an ultra, everyone knows ♪
♪ Only knows two laws ♪
♪ Consistency and mentality ♪
[Sandro] You've never been to Ischia?
[Terry] No, I haven't.
How is that possible? It is gorgeous.
I've never been. I always went to Procida.
A Neapolitan who doesn't know Ischia...
-I don't. -[man] Excuse me?
Are you Mohicano?
No, you've got the wrong man.
What do you mean? Can you take a picture? Come, you too.
Listen, we're eating, no photos. Take this phone back.
Come on, it's only a photo. What will it cost you? Two minutes.
Come on, take this back. I said no photos.
[man] Hey, bro, what did I ask?
A shitty photo.
Take this fucking phone and go. That's better.
[man] Who the fuck do you think you are?
You're a nobody.
You're history. You're just an old shit.
You want me to crack your skull, asshole?
-Shit, I'll make you eat this. -[Sandro] Look at him.
He has a gun...
[woman] We have kids here.
Get one and you'll feel tough.
-We have kids here. -[man] Show me your balls.
-Where and when you like. -I'll break both of your heads.
-Come on. -You piece of shit.
Get out of here, we're trying to work.
Terry, I'm sorry. I am really sorry.
I used to go to the stadium.
I was part of a group, and my past is a bit unusual.
So what?
I don't give a shit, you know?
Did I ask you who you were?
Did I ask you what you do?
-I don't think so, right? -No.
I don't know if you noticed that we fucked without introducing ourselves,
so we don't have to go out for dinner.
Why don't you keep all this hassle to yourself?
I promise I'll make it up to you.
Fuck off.
Don't be angry. You're not as pretty.
Come on, give me a smile.
Do you love me?
No?
Don't you love me?
No?
I could eat you up.
Why do you have this effect on me?
[electronic music playing over speakers]
[speaking indistinctly]
You have to go away!
I'm totally out of it. I'm so buzzing here. Enough.
Who's gonna drive the scooters, later?
They'll take us.
Look who's here, guys.
Lardass. We'd lost you.
That's why we couldn't find him.
-You're totally gone. -Shh!
[all] Whoa!
[Angelo] What's that?
-Hey, calm down. -Calm down.
What's all this racket?
Bloody hell.
What have you done, son of a bitch?
-Le', here. -No, that's it. I'm done.
-Everything okay, guys? -Yeah.
Are you ready?
But before going to Rome, we need to do a banner.
Of course.
But we have no problems. We have Giotto here.
Let's be serious, guys. Listen to me.
Rome is not going to be a field trip.
They need to know the ultras are back.
They need to be scared. Really scared.
And then we need to do it for your brother
because I haven't forgotten Sasà, Angiolett'.
What the fuck do you know about my brother?
Hey, what's that?
You offended?
You talk about the banner and stuff. Who told you we want to stay with you?
So what? You want to stay with those old shits?
The Apaches are the history of the ultras.
Without them, you wouldn't exist, you know that?
Yeah? History?
I thought you had balls. And all of them, too.
But you're just kids.
Get out of here!
Bunch of kids! Get lost.
Out!
This way.
-Where are you going? -Come.
[man] Fio', come on. What are you doing?
Move! Come on!
This fucking phone.
[man] Lardass! Come here!
Can't see a fucking thing.
All right.
Guys, you have another joint?
A joint? We're all wrecked.
Look at the Lardass. He looks like Barry White.
-Lardass, taking photos as well? -[Fiorellì] Shut the fuck up.
The bastard is too fat for the screen.
Are you pregnant? How many months?
This banner is gorgeous, guys.
If we take this banner to Rome, we'll really piss them off.
They'll tear our heads off if they see this thing.
-The problem is we can't go to Rome. -We have to go.
Wait, why can't we go?
If the group is not coming, we can't go on our own.
But what group? We have to show Gabbiano
and everyone what we're worth. Did you see how they treated us?
Guys, the banner!
The banner!
Lardass, what did you do?
-Fucking Lardass! -What the fuck!
[Fiorellì] I just wanted a photo.
What fucking photo, Lardass?
[man speaking indistinctly over TV]
Officer, can I say something stupid?
For a game behind closed doors, why do we need to come and sign?
-Come on, sign. -Bureaucracy, eh?
[man on TV] ...2-0 for the hosting team, that changed the result immediately...
DAY 36 OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP
[Angelo] Reggio, this thing is all wrong.
-What are you saying? It's okay. -I saw it. The colors are all wrong.
I'll show you.
Look.
[Roby] Hey, Angiolè, come and see. He's right.
Guys, come and see.
Look, look at this thing.
It's all wrong.
It's blue outside and white inside.
What did we do, guys?
-That's true. -I told you we were just wasting our time.
Fucking idiot, I'll knock you out.
[all] Whoa!
Hey. Cool it.
Wait, wait.
-I'll kill him! -Calm down!
What are you doing, you idiot?
I think it's time to talk to Sandro, no?
This fucking shit has to.
They're gonna kill him! He can't go!
[Roby] You're Sandro's pal. You can sort this out.
I have to look like a dick for this moron?
You worry about that?
We're fannying about here just because you don't have balls?
Angiolè, be a man.
Drop dead.
Guys, today as well, we are here to show the banned guys are always here.
Even if we have to sign at the police station,
we're always here.
Even if the game's behind closed doors because of some dick.
The real Apache are here, us.
The diehards.
Fuck those who abandoned us along the way.
We don't follow fashion.
We're not a mass group.
Apache means this as well.
Being ultras out of love.
[all chanting]
-Go, Americà, open that thing. -Michelò, put the banner down here.
-You're not coming, Mohicano? -No, I have to go, Mcintò.
[man 1] What's that, guys?
[man 2] Holy shit!
What's that?
-O' Nà, what happened? -What did they do?
[man 3] Who burned the banner?
-I have to crack their skulls! -[engine starts]
Pieces of shit.
[banging on door]
What the fuck?
[banging continues]
Damn it!
What the fuck are you banging for?
What the fuck do you want?
I've been looking for you all afternoon, Sandro.
-I'm busy, Barà. -Let me in, come on.
Come in. Do what the fuck you want, but do it quickly.
Sandro, we need to decide what to do about them.
Mohicà...
You understand, we need to decide what to do about them.
Barà, I have people coming for dinner, please.
You're preparing clams?
You're busy preparing clams? Yes?
Let me get this clear.
I've got to tell you what the fuck I want to do? Really, Barà?
Sandro. I have to smash Pechegno's fucking head.
-He's taking the group, Sandro. -Come on, Barà.
Sandro, they burnt our banner.
You're worrying about hanging up a picture?
Oh!
Are you serious?
-Don't you understand? -Understand what?
At his age, did we go to away games? Yes or no?
Did we get into fights? Yes or no?
Were we banned? So, what do you want now? There it is.
So, they can do what the fuck they want?
Sandro. You have to get that pussy out of your head.
We need to think about counterattacking.
Do you understand? We need to put them back in their place.
Barà, can I tell you something? From the bottom of my heart.
Fighting, counterattacks,
at the age of 50, with that belly, you're still doing this shit?
We're old now. Look at yourself. We're ridiculous.
What have you become?
-Barà, you should go. -What will you do if I don't?
-Barà, I told you to go. -What will you do if I don't?
I'm fucking sick of it, do you understand?
-I'll tear your head off! -Hands off, asshole.
I'll tear your head off. You understand?
I'm fucking sick of it. You, the group.
Pechegno and that bunch of kids.
All you do is fuck up, and Mohicano has to clean up. I'm fucking sick of it.
You have to go away. Get out of my face.
You have to go. Don't look at me like that. I'm fucking sick of it!
You understand? What is it, Barà?
-Take your hands off me. -Bye, Mohicà.
[door opens, then closes]
[dance music playing over speakers]
-Love, what is it? -Nothing.
It's nice here, ain't it?
You wanna feel me up?
Yeah?
SMOKE SIGNALS
-[Terry] Will you give me a puff? -Yeah, you're right.
-What's up? -Nothing. Everything's cool.
This pot is good, you know? Where did you get it?
-[Terry] You like it? -Yeah.
I'll give you a couple of joints.
[cell phone buzzing]
So, you're beautiful. You're funny.
You give me dope. That means you can't cook.
-Sure I can. -Yes?
Why? Do you want to marry me?
Of course not. Are you crazy?
[buzzing continues]
-You can answer. -No.
-Who is it? -I don't know. I'm here.
Who is it? Tell me.
A friend from the gym, I think.
A friend from the gym at 3 in the morning?
You think I came down with the last shower?
Hey, rain man.
We've only just started going out. Did you think I was a virgin?
I had no doubts about that.
-You wanna know who it is? -Yes.
Yeah?
He's someone I see occasionally.
"Someone I see occasionally"?
[Terry] Mm.
Okay, then go away. Go.
Go and screw whoever the fuck you like, but get out of here.
-Are you serious? -What the fuck are you laughing at?
Yes. I am serious. You think I'm mucking about?
You're not normal.
Listen to this. I'm not normal? Are you?
You're going out with me and seeing someone else? Fuck off, Terry.
You fuck off. What am I doing here?
You fucking troglodyte.
Go play soccer with your pals, go.
That would be much better.
-Definitely. Go. -Yeah.
-You moron. -Get out.
You really did come down with the last shower.
Oh!
I'm stupid, wasting my time.
Out of here. Fuck you.
Asshole.
Get out, yeah. Go.
Go and do whatever the fuck you want.
[door slams shut]
Unbelievable.
[ringing tone]
Sandro!
[doorbell buzzes]
Sa'!
[doorbell buzzes]
[engine revving]
Have you seen Sandro? I've been looking for him.
Me too. Tell him not to show his face around here.
-Why? What happened? -He just better not appear.
-[Angelo] Hey, guys. -Hey, Angiolè.
Angiolè.
I've been looking for Sandro all day. I called and he didn't answer.
I went to his house and he wasn't there. He's not at the Americano's either.
-So what? -[Angelo] Nothing.
They were all pissed off at Americano's.
-Did they find out about us? -No, no way.
But they were armed.
They think it was Pechegno, for sure.
What should we do now?
I think we're still in time. We should go there.
-Where? -To Pechegno.
Are you crazy? They're gonna kill us.
Angiolè, it's done. You should have thought of this sooner.
All right, guys, I'll go on my own.
-Where are you going? Come here. -Come here.
Gabbiano is the hardest.
I'll deal with Gabbiano. Don't worry, Americà.
Don't forget, everyone in the front, me and you at the back, Nano.
Just stop Pechegno, but don't touch him. I wanna split his skull.
I'll hold him for you.
[Barà] Let's hurt them and not ourselves. So, be careful.
There he is.
[man] Guys, Sandro is coming.
-Hey, Barà. -Hey, Mohicà.
Finish this, here.
-You came by bike? -Yeah.
Put a scarf on, it'll be chilly.
Guys, let's go.
[engines starting]
Didn't you do the same as him?
He really gets mad.
You dumbass!
-[men shouting] -Piece of shit!
[man] Where is that piece of shit? There he is!
[Pechegno] Hey, Gabbià!
Gabbià!
-Gabbià! -Where are you going, asshole?
Why did you burn the banner? Huh?
[Pechegno] What banner?
Why did you burn the banner?
-You piece of shit. -I didn't burn any banner.
What did you want to prove? That you have balls?
[Pechegno yelling]
Yeah? That you have balls? Yeah?
Yeah?
Asshole...!
-Don't move! -[yelling]
Sandro!
-Sà! -Asshole.
-Sandro! -[Barà] Asshole.
[Sandro] Stop it, Barabba. Let's go.
Go, go, go.
Come on. Get out. Go.
-Go! Run! -Sà.
-Sandro. -What do you want?
-Sà. -What the fuck do you want?
-Sandro, stop. -What do you want?
We set fire to the banner.
And you think I didn't realize that? Huh?
I wanted to tell you.
What the fuck did you want to tell me? That you're a little shit?
Just like your dickhead of a brother?
-Oh, Angiolè. What happened? -We're here.
-It's nothing. -Let me see.
[Barà] Oh, Sandro.
Sandro!
What the fuck happened?
It's over, Barà.
♪ If this voice ♪
♪ Wakes you up at night ♪
♪ While you're holding ♪
♪ Your husband tight ♪
♪ Stay awake if ♪
♪ You want to stay awake ♪
♪ But pretend you're sound ♪
♪ Asleep ♪
♪ Don't go next to ♪
♪ The window to take a peek ♪
♪ Because you can't mistake ♪
♪ This voice is mine ♪
♪ The same voice I had ♪
♪ Back in the days ♪
♪ When we were strangers ♪
♪ And timidly spoke formally ♪
♪ If this voice ♪
♪ Sings to you in the night ♪
♪ Wakes your husband ♪
♪ Don't be afraid ♪
♪ Tell him there are no names ♪
♪ In my serenade ♪
♪ Tell him to sleep ♪
♪ That everything is all right ♪
♪ Tell him that ♪
♪ Whoever is singing down here ♪
♪ Is crazy ♪
♪ Or is dying of jealousy ♪
♪ He'll be crying ♪
♪ Over a betrayal ♪
♪ He's singing on his own ♪
♪ But who knows why he is singing ♪
♪ If this voice sings ♪
♪ To your heart ♪
♪ The things that I Never sought from you ♪
♪ Or told you ♪
♪ All the ♪
♪ Torment ♪
♪ Of a lost love ♪
♪ All the love ♪
♪ Of a past torment ♪
[dance music playing over speakers]
[man on TV] ...deadlocked in this...
-What's that? -I don't know. They sent me a book.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to have done. Now we'll see.
[Sandro] Officer.
...remember the words of the Azzurri coach...
-[officer] And your friend? Where's he? -[Sandro] I don't know.
...the biggest risk was...
...underestimate the effort...
DAY 37 OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP
[crowd cheering outside]
[door opens, then closes]
-Where have you been? -At the stadium.
-I called you six times. -My phone was dead.
-When I call you, you have to answer. -Who's this dick?
You need to answer.
-What do you want? -You're fucking selfish.
What, now you give a shit about me?
Angelo.
Angiolè, what's going on?
Are you okay?
If you've got problems...
anything,
it's just me and you, okay?
You wanna know what the problem is?
The problem is my father doesn't exist.
My brother is dead.
And now you've decided to be a mother, but you're not able.
No... I'm sorry.
[Angelo yells]
Angelo.
-Angelo, stay. -Get out of my face.
-Angelo. -[man] Listen, calm down.
[Angelo] Get out of the way, you idiot.
[door opens, then closes]
Turkey breast, raw ham is good as well.
-Oh, okay, I prefer that. -Yes.
You have to alternate.
-Can't always eat the same thing. -Sure.
[Terry] Mm-hm.
[man] For lunch, 50 grams of rice with some chicken.
Banana shake, pomegranate.
-You like pomegranate? -[Sandro] Hi, Terry.
It's delicious.
-Terry, stop. I need to talk to you. -Do you know him?
Come on, I need to tell you something.
What?
I wanted to apologize.
-Are you done? -Yes.
Fuck off, then.
[fireworks booming in the distance]
Here, Fiò.
[Fiorellì] One game, guys.
Just one.
[Roby] And what happens if we win? My God.
Guys, Naples will come tumbling down.
The world will come tumbling down.
Guys, we have to go to Rome.
Chabbù, oh!
Let's go. What are we doing here?
Oh, guys, go away. What do you want?
Chabbù, open up.
We have to take the Via Cassia.
It has to be.
No checkpoints from there.
Sure, Gabbià,
but have you seen how many we are? How can we go to Rome?
Bro.
If you're so scared, stay home.
What's this fucking racket?
I have to talk to Gabbiano. Let me in.
Talk to Gabbiano? No one can get in here, guys.
-Let's go. -I have to tell him something.
Do you realize what happened?
So what? I have to talk to him. It's personal.
I don't want to hear a pin drop, nobody's to breathe.
-Understand? -Don't worry.
Or you'll drop me in it with him.
Get in, move.
And if any of you don't want to come, go now.
Get up and leave.
Because I don't give a shit.
But tell me now!
You have to get up and leave, if you don't want to come.
I have no problem. I'll go there alone.
-O' Gabbià. -What?
Look at this.
Chabbù. Oh!
Who the fuck let these brats in here? Huh?
-Who? -Come on. They're pals, bro.
Whose pals, Chabbù?
Whose?
Get out of here, Chabbù.
What? Huh?
-We wanna come to Rome. -What?
We wanna come to Rome.
-Why do you wanna come to Rome? -To avenge my brother.
And how will you do that?
We'll take blades and knives.
-Do you have the balls to stab them? -Sure.
Yeah?
[makes stabbing noises]
Yes? You got them?
Yes.
Is Lardass coming with you?
Come on. [laughing]
I can't do this anymore. Come on.
Just imagine Lardass in Rome stabbing people.
What is it? You wanna fight with me?
Loser.
Oh.
What are you mad at?
Okay, you can come.
-But go away now. -Bye, Gabbià. Thanks.
Idiot. Oh.
Have you seen them? They have more balls than you.
Yeah?
[Sandro] Terry, please, listen to me.
I have to tell you something important.
-Shall we go to Ischia? -No.
You said you've never been there.
These fucking keys, I can never find them.
-Look, I've got the tickets. -No, Sandro, I don't wanna go.
Come on, Terry, just a day trip.
I said, no. What the hell?
[Sandro groaning]
That's so sore!
You're really stupid, putting your foot there.
I thought you saw it.
Thought I saw it? Why don't you just leave?
Bloody hell. I think it's broken.
How can it be broken? It was nothing.
I think it is.
What?
[Sandro laughing]
You're not stupid. You're an asshole.
[Italian pop music playing]
[exclaims] What...?
What the fuck?
What is it?
Eh?
-[Sandro] Pee. -What are you doing?
It's to disinfect.
[Terry] Gross!
Don't worry. It contains ammonia.
Get rid of this.
-If I had a house here... -Yes?
...uh, what kind of life would I have?
At the beach until 8 or 9 at night.
That's not another life.
This is someone renting a house on Ischia.
Another life. How can I imagine?
I'd like to be an astronaut.
I'd go into space, the universe, to discover other worlds.
-It's another life, that. -How boring.
Boring?
I don't know, Terry, what other life I'd like.
Definitely a quieter one.
I want to take a risk. A life beside you, okay?
-A quieter life? [laughs] -No, right?
[kids yelling]
-Jump! -Go.
[all cheering]
[Terry] Come.
-Where are we going? -It's abandoned.
It's not opening. Come on. Let's go.
Open it.
What a view.
Since I was a kid, I always wanted a house with a sea view.
[dance music playing over speakers]
-Gross. -What, you won't even kiss me?
You won't kiss me?
Now you kiss me.
[all shouting indistinctly]
[doorbell buzzing]
-Hi, Sandro. -Hey, Stefà.
-Is Angelo there? -No.
He hasn't been home for two days.
Did he go to Rome?
Stefà, I don't know if he went to Rome.
And to be honest, I don't wanna know.
Okay, I get it. Goodbye.
Stefà.
I tried my best with Angelo.
He's all I have, Sà.
Bye.
[chattering]
EXIT ROME
POLICE STATION
LAST DAY OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP
Go, go! Come on!
[man] Let's move! Come on!
[all] ♪ Let's burn the capital ♪
♪ Let's burn the capital ♪
Oh, come on, the cops are here. All together.
Come on.
[man] Roma!
[Gabbià] Go with the bangers!
Move!
[all clamoring]
[explosions in the distance]
Come on! Let's go to the Roma fans!
Come on. Let's go to the Roma fans!
[yelling]
Angelo, you okay?
Let's get out of here. Come with me.
Come with me. Let's go.
Let's climb over.
Angelo!
[policeman] Hey! What the fuck are you doing here?
Come here. Get him!
Come.
Stop.
-Stop it, piece of shit. -[Fiorellì yelling]
[Fiorellì] Angelo!
[Fiorellì yelling]
[man] Fucking Neapolitan!
Let's see if you come back to Rome.
Sandro. Let's get out of here.
Here! Come here!
Run, Fiò!
[gunshot]
[applause]
[all] ♪ It's been such a long time ♪
♪ We'll never leave you alone ♪
♪ We're sons of Vesuvius ♪
♪ Maybe one day it's gonna explode ♪
♪ A life with you, on Sunday at three ♪
♪ I can't be without you ♪
♪ When one day I'll be dead I'll look down from the sky ♪
♪ I want so many chants At my funeral ♪
♪ It's been such a long time ♪
♪ We'll never leave you alone ♪
♪ We're sons of Vesuvius ♪
♪ Maybe one day it's gonna explode ♪
♪ A life with you, on Sunday at three ♪
♪ I can't be without you ♪
♪ When one day I'll be dead I'll look down from the sky ♪
♪ I want so many chants At my funeral ♪
♪ It's been such a long time ♪
♪ We'll never leave you alone ♪
♪ We're sons of Vesuvius ♪
♪ Maybe one day it's gonna explode ♪
♪ A life with you, on Sunday at three ♪
♪ I can't be without you ♪
♪ When one day I'll be dead I'll look down from the sky ♪
♪ I want so many chants At my funeral ♪
-[crowd continues singing] -Excuse me.
Have you got a light?
Thanks.
♪ It's been such a long time ♪
♪ We'll never leave you alone ♪
♪ We're sons of Vesuvius ♪
♪ Maybe one day it's gonna explode ♪
♪ A life with you, on Sunday at three ♪
♪ I can't be without you ♪
♪ When one day I'll be dead I'll look down from the sky ♪
♪ I want so many chants At my funeral ♪
♪ It's been such a long time ♪
♪ We'll never leave you alone ♪
♪ We're sons of Vesuvius ♪
♪ Maybe one day it's gonna explode ♪
♪ A life with you, on Sunday at three ♪
♪ I can't be without you ♪
♪ When one day I'll be dead I'll look down from the sky ♪
♪ I want so many chants At my funeral ♪
♪ It's been such a long time... ♪
["The System" playing]
Subtitle translation by Simona Ruggiero