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NETFLIX PRESENTS
You need to empty this. It's overflowing.
I know. I'll take it out later.
Leave the dishes, Dad. I'll do them later.
When do you ever?
Look at this place.
-You've turned it into-- -A pigsty.
An amusement park stall.
And a pigsty too.
What are all these colors for?
All these little comics and things?
Every time I come here, I get depressed.
"Your grandmother kept it spotless."
"You don't work, you don't study."
You kept quiet all evening. Well done. Now you've said it.
You think you're getting at me, but you're only hurting yourself.
Five exams in two years. You call that studying?
Yeah, go on. Make me feel guilty.
I'm the one making you feel guilty?
Right.
Maybe you force me to say the same things over and over.
-Right? -I'm trying, Dad.
You still haven't fixed this?
Waiting for me to fix it, are you?
Just like that hideous electric palm tree.
What's going on in your head? What are you thinking?
If there's anything I can do…
I know it's hard.
I get it. I used to be just like you.
If it weren't for your grandfather…
Do you really think I cared about making wine?
When Siena soccer club wanted me on their youth team,
what was I to do?
Yes, it sucks…
Stop it!
Stop what?
Ludovico.
-Ludovico. -What?
-Are you listening to me? -Yes, Dad.
If I nag you, it's because I care about you.
I know.
I'm off. I've left your medication here.
What was it you wanted to show me?
Forget it, Dad. I'll show you next time.
I'll give you the money in a few weeks. I have to pay the farmhands.
Don't worry.
We've started making olive oil.
It's our first year. An experiment.
Why don't you come over?
Stay a few days.
I'll explain things to you.
Your Mom would be so happy.
Nice idea. I'll think about it.
Bye.
-Good evening. -Hello.
OUT OF ORDER
Next time.
Hi, Secco.
You're looking great. Nice hair.
I was saving a "fuck off" for my wife, but you can have it.
Give me a drink.
-Is he upstairs? -Yeah.
Tell him I'm here.
Mario's here.
Another one, Secco.
Right.
I need a piss. My prostate's driving me crazy.
Careful with this. Don't take your eyes off it.
You piece of shit!
Stop, you bastard!
Quiet.
Move. Quiet.
Move. Let's go to your place.
Where the fuck do you live?
Take me to your place. Quickly.
Move.
Do you live alone?
-Yeah. -Do you live alone?
Go on. Open it.
Which one is yours?
-Which door? -It's this one.
Open it.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Okay.
Give me the keys. Quiet.
Your phone.
You live on your own?
-Yes. -Yeah?
All right.
What's wrong? What is it?
Sit down.
Talk. What is it?
-Panic. -What should I do?
My drops. The bag.
This one?
Which one?
How does it open?
-How many? -Ten.
Let's make it 15.
Fuck.
I told you to sit down.
Picchio, it's me. Listen up.
I don't give a fuck what time it is.
I need you to send me 20 kids.
I need watchmen, day and night, outside the condos.
They'll do shifts.
Right now!
Ludovico Fazi. Is that you?
You can call me Jack.
I'm gonna have to stay here for a while.
They're looking for me.
They know my face.
They know I'm in the area, but I'll find a way out.
If you act up, I'll kill you.
If you play along, I'll give you a gift when I leave.
A gift?
Did you not hear?
You'd better start listening. I don't say things twice.
You stay here. Nice and quiet. Ignore the rest of the world.
And when I go, you'll get 5,000 euros.
Cash.
-Five thousand? -What did I fucking say?
You'll get it when I leave.
But you have to earn it.
Okay, we have a deal.
Hey.
Mind your own business.
-Understood? -Understood.
Fucking spies.
I should be on the other side of the world now.
I have to get some sleep.
It's been a tough night. I'm beat.
Get up.
Get in there.
Come on.
Didn't we agree on 5,000?
You're spending the night in here. Key?
He knew about the cameras.
He just didn't care.
And he knew there'd be money here tonight.
It means he'd been planning it
and was probably hoping to vanish right after.
"It's not what you are that counts."
"It's what they think you are."
Let's have a chat with the genius downstairs.
Hi, Caino.
Mario, let me get this straight.
You put your bag on the stool here.
You get up to go to the bathroom.
The guy shoves you, grabs it and takes off.
But I almost caught him. I swear, Caino.
Then he fell off his bike and started running.
I tried to follow him, but then--
Then you let him get away.
I didn't ask for a justification.
I wanted an explanation.
I'm sorry, Caino.
But I know where he is.
He went into one of the buildings near the market.
His days are numbered.
He's hiding in someone's flat.
He dropped this.
Here. It's yours.
I've got 20 kids down there, okay?
They're checking everyone going in and out.
As soon as the fucker sticks his nose out, I'll get him.
Did you see his face?
You know what the most important thing for a man is?
His reputation.
It’s not what you are that counts. It’s what they think you are.
Your reputation is your destiny, like your character.
If you steal from me, you're a dead man.
It's the reputation I've built for myself,
and I can't have it destroyed by some guy. Do you understand?
-Yes. -Of course you do.
You've worked with me for years.
Do you believe in destiny, Mario?
Yes, I do.
Gamble.
Find out your destiny.
What drives people to gamble?
Greed?
Poverty?
Loneliness?
Or is it human nature?
The more you lose, the more you want to get it back.
Don't you agree, Mario?
I won. I won, Caino!
See? Destiny's on my side!
Yeah.
But you believed that.
I didn't.
I'll get him.
Stinking son of a bitch.
Spartaco.
Language.
I want him alive.
Twenty-four hours.
Or you'd better disappear too.
Take him away. And clean up.
Shit. He blew Mario's brains out without batting an eye.
Who? You mean Buzzetti?
Who else?
He just follows orders.
The real killer is Caino.
Someone who killed his own brother for money.
Even if no one could prove it.
Or the four or five other deaths he's credited with.
I hate him.
I just hate him.
He thinks he's a fucking god.
He talks to me like he's talking to a cockroach.
I get it, but Mario--
Mario what?
Don't speak ill of Mario. I've known him since I was 20.
Then what are you saying?
If someone steals my car, and you can't catch the thief,
it's okay for me to kill you?
Caino hates anyone who's smarter than him. Everyone knows that.
He's got an inferiority complex.
Where did you read that?
Who does he think he is?
Napoleon?
A loan shark who hides behind betting shops
full of old women and junkies,
bars and restaurants on the edge of town.
-But he's rolling in it. -So fucking what?
The suit, the cologne. But he's still a loser.
A guy who fixed fights.
Shitty little megalomaniac.
Mario had three children
and a wife, a total babe.
-Caino had him killed like a dog. -Know what I heard?
That Caino's been screwing Mario's wife for a while.
-What are you saying? Giulia? -Yeah.
I swear.
I think he wanted Mario dead for that.
This was just an excuse.
No. Impossible.
You don't touch a friend's woman. That's the law.
And Giulia doesn't cheat.
Trust me.
I hit on her loads of times.
She never gave in.
-She did with Caino. -Fill this hole in and shut up!
-Picchio. -Sure. Trust Picchio.
Nobody showed? Keep your eyes peeled.
Take a photo of this guy and send it to Picchio.
Sure. Give me the phone.
Good lad.
Rest in peace, Mario.
Rest in peace.
…why they pay so much. To hell with them.
The manager's raking it in too, but he's not risking jack shit.
He's a bit of a chancer.
And if you fall,
they say you should have been more careful.
Like poor old Stelvio's cousin. Remember?
-Of course. -May he rest in peace.
You're wearing my shirt.
I've also had a shower and a shave. Fancy a coffee?
-You used my toiletries? -Can it.
My clothes stank. When they're dry, I'll give yours back.
Coffee?
-Those are my grandmother's china cups. -They're cups.
You fill them up
and then drink from them.
If you want it, come and get it.
Your grandmother?
What was she? A singer, a musician?
She gave piano lessons.
Did you put this up?
It doesn't work.
"It doesn't work."
It's not hard to fix.
Here. Wash this one too.
So many books. You at university?
What's with the third degree? You don't look like a cop.
I asked you a question.
-I'm studying economics. -I bet you're behind.
It takes five minutes to figure out your whole life story.
A sad story.
Okay, that's enough!
I was just making conversation.
So many DVDs, comics, unread books. What am I supposed to think?
I study the comics. I draw.
-What do you draw? -My own comics.
-The one thing I'm good at. -I can picture you.
Sitting alone beneath the lamp.
Always alone. Zero friends.
Do you have a girlfriend?
-Of course not. -I've had two.
-A playboy! -A thief and a therapist?
First, head down or I'll rip it off.
Second, I don't give a fuck how you are.
It's not your fault, but it's not mine either. Okay?
-I have a serious illness. -What do you mean?
How long?
-A year. -The hat's because of the chemo?
Chemo?
Yeah.
Chemo doesn't treat depression.
-Depression? -Give it back.
Take it off. It's not like you're bald.
Fuck depression.
You down that shit to convince yourself you're sick,
and you hide in here like a mouse. And you know why?
Because you don't like yourself.
You don't need a degree to see that.
Is the guy opposite having his flat done?
There are paint tins outside his door.
His wife wanted a new kitchen.
He has a bar. He's a borderline alcoholic.
Have you got an X-ray?
-Of his wife? -Your own.
You said you were ill. Do you have an X-ray?
-Yes, I have an X-ray. -Okay. Listen.
Since there's nothing to eat here,
grab the X-ray,
open the door. It's not a security door. It'll be easy.
Empty the fridge and come back here.
-You're crazy. I'm not a thief. -A little adrenaline won't hurt you.
No way.
-She's gonna be home anyway. -That's why you ring first.
Sure. What if she's in and opens the door?
Ask for some salt.
What do I need salt for?
Put the X-ray under the lock
and pull it up.
…you're seeing someone else. You can't do this to me.
Again? I'm not seeing anyone. Stop it.
Open the door, Jack.
I hope I find someone normal soon.
Someone normal?
You and that shit will regret it.
Don't you dare threaten me or I'll call the police.
Let go, Filippo!
Get off me! You're hurting me!
Rebecca! Are you okay?
Yes.
Everything's fine.
What are you looking at?
Don't you dare see anyone else.
Can you believe it?
I've wasted two years with a shit like that.
Ignore him. He's such a shit.
Get up.
Hit this.
Come on.
What's that? Come on. Harder.
Again. Go.
Again. Harder. Don't stop.
Hit it!
Harder! Use the other one too!
Come on, take it out! Well done!
That's enough.
Enough.
You have a decent right.
Next time, plant it in that lowlife's face.
Relax. Breathe.
Better?
Now we can go next door together. Okay?
Quiet.
Hi.
Hi, my love.
My love.
My husband's out. He'll be back tonight.
We have the whole afternoon to ourselves.
What are we playing today?
No, come on. We did that last time.
Okay.
I always say yes anyway.
You want me to go to the kitchen?
Ice cubes?
I think I know.
Yes, sir.
I've got the ice.
You know what you are?
You really are a grunting little animal.
Yes. Guess which one.
A pig!
Yes!
No.
I'm wearying the burgundy ones.
The very small ones.
Yes.
But they're bothering me a little, because they slip
inside. What about you?
What are you doing?
And how?
See, you are a pig.
Yeah. I'm a piggy too.
A real pig.
The ice cubes are melting.
I'm going to lie on the bed now.
Well done. You did great, man.
That's it.
-Let's see what we've got here. -My God.
-I've never done anything like that. -It's not like it hurt you.
It was just like Alvaro Vitali and Bombolo.
-Remember? -With Edwige Fenech.
She reminded me of Sharon Stone when she crosses her legs.
Have you seen that?
You liked it, huh? You're only honest out of fear.
Give me my hat back.
Give me my hat.
My heart's racing. I'm gonna get a tranquilizer.
Stop. No tranquilizers.
Here. Drink this. It's on the barman.
-I get weird when I drink, Jack. -Are you normal now?
Drink. You were laughing and horny for a whole ten minutes.
Go on.
-Picchio. -Spartaco.
So?
No one like him has come out of these buildings.
-But Ferruccio has something. -What would that be?
A friend's seen him. He lives in a dump behind the gasometer.
He clears out cellars and hauls stuff away in a van.
Worked with his brother, but he's gone.
Take me to this asshole's place.
It's all boarded up.
The van's not there either.
Tell your friend that I want to know more.
If he has a girlfriend, a son, a wife. Where his brother is.
Is it true he ripped off Caino?
-He's a dead man. -Wait till we catch him.
Caino will stuff him into a slot machine.
-You know what I think? -Relax, Marzio. Thinking's bad for you.
We'll do the usual. Do we have the stuff in the car?
I half respect this son of a bitch.
It takes guts to steal from Caino.
When we find him, before I shoot him, I'm gonna shake his hand.
Let me remind you that Caino wants him alive.
Then we take the money.
What do you mean? Take it for ourselves?
What's so complicated?
Say, "Dad, if I have to fail, I'll fail at something I like."
Who's stopping you?
No one.
I don't even have the guts to show him my drawings.
I shouldn't have been born.
My parents had me late. They thought they couldn't have children.
You don't want to study.
You don't want to do what you like.
You have this light and don't use it.
But you don't want to fix it.
You don't want to face your dad. If I had time, I'd fix you too.
Depressed artist, come and see this.
You're amazing.
Who the fuck is it now?
Who is it?
Water department. There's a leak in the area.
-Hello. -Hello.
We'll just take a quick look. We have to check the whole building.
Are you working overtime?
Emergency call.
May I?
Yes, of course.
The kitchen's fine. Where's the bathroom?
Over there.
My son's crazy about comics as well.
Really? How old is he?
Twelve.
He has a little hat like that.
Anything unusual
in the last few days?
Unusual with the water?
No, everything's been normal.
The bathroom's fine too.
Okay then.
Goodbye.
Sorry for bothering you.
No problem at all.
They didn't look like technicians.
They're after you because of the money, aren't they?
The less you know, the safer you are. Don't ask again.
I won't stay for much longer.
Good job.
It took you five minutes. Half a kilo of self-esteem.
-Am I renovating the house? -We are.
Come on.
Amazing. Did you do these?
Put them down.
-Why? They're really great. -Put them down!
-Are you crazy? -Put them down!
Right now!
Take them back.
I need to get some sleep. Don't you dare make any noise.
Mad as a hatter.
Giulia.
Caino, I have news.
When I'm working, I am not to be disturbed.
Apologize.
Apologize!
I'm sorry.
Don't abuse the debt of gratitude
I owe your father. May he rest in peace.
Come on, talk.
He's a nobody. He clears out cellars.
A loser.
Someone brave enough to steal from Caino is no loser.
He can't enjoy the money. He'll be hunted down. Where can he go?
He'll have to come out of hiding at some point.
He'll never enjoy the money.
He's being hunted.
He has to come out.
More or less the same things poor Mario said.
Give me 24 hours, and I'll bring him to you.
Twenty-four hours.
And I hope you have a plan.
No wind is favorable if you don't know which port you're sailing to.
Get out of here.
You were right about Giulia. What a whore.
If it wasn't for my father, he'd have fired me already.
Can you believe this shit?
My father ended up doing time for him.
They caught him instead.
I'm only saying that he can hurt us. Badly.
And that dick Buzzetti really scares me.
He seems to enjoy killing people.
I'd have him for breakfast.
It's that shit Caino I want to see on his knees.
Crawling on the floor.
-I'll make him lick my shoes. -What do we do now?
We won't get him in 24 hours. You screwed yourself.
Come on, Marzio. What the fuck? All you do is bring bad luck!
Fucking hell!
It's a crime story.
A metropolitan thriller set in Garbatella.
It looks like a quiet neighborhood.
You don't even leave home in your head.
Sàlgari at least imagined Malaysia from his desk.
-It's pronounced "Salgàri." -Whatever.
Him.
They're fucking amazing.
Why waste your time studying?
Did you show these to that girl you like?
-Which girl? -Don't play dumb.
Her photo's in the bathroom behind the tranquilizers.
I won't even ask why you put it there.
What's her name?
Rebecca.
And the friend who called out from the landing?
She's from Seville. She's Spanish.
They did Erasmus together.
Spanish women are stunning. Clean, no makeup.
Natural.
Have you ever talked to Rebecca?
No.
I mean…
I talked to her a few times. She borrowed some DVDs.
She's writing a dissertation on Italian cinema in the '60s and '70s.
Now I know why you have these posters.
You want her to think you're cool.
Cool? Did you see who she was with?
-I mean, how could-- -Stop.
Even the cleverest woman falls for an asshole at least once.
All the ones I went out with were clever.
Yeah, sure.
That was a joke.
No problem. But you'll never know unless you try.
She might not mind. She just broke up with that guy.
-It's complicated. -No, you're complicated.
Listen.
Some women want money. Others want looks or personality.
Money-wise, you're not doing great.
Personality we need to work on.
Looks, well.
-Right. -You feel hopeless.
-Yeah. -But you're not.
You have something that interests girls like Rebecca.
Trust me.
A soul.
A soul?
It's weird to hear you talk about soul.
-Why? You own the copyright? -No.
You either have it or you don't. Nietzsche said so too.
Check it out.
You're thinking, "What does he know about Nietzsche?"
Well…
I'm thinking that getting out of here is not gonna be so easy.
Got it?
Let me know when you know.
Let me know right away.
Hey. Rebecca's back with her friend. Go talk to her.
-No way. I'll make a fool of myself. -Say you're on your way out.
Help her with her bags and ask her over for dinner.
-Tell her you'll cook. -I can't cook. At all.
Can't cook? What kind of man are you?
-Come with me. -This you have to do on your own.
-You're on your own. -No.
-No way. -You're a sad case. Come on.
No!
-Hey. -Hi, Ludovico.
Let me help you with the bags.
Thanks so much.
-Were you going out? -No, I was just coming home.
Cute hat.
Thanks.
This is Amanda. I told you about her.
You were in Erasmus together. I'm Ludovico.
Sorry, I really have to run to the bathroom.
-She's cute. -Yes.
Since I've bumped into you, I'd like to ask you something.
I've been meaning to ask you, but I didn't want to be a pain.
A pain? You? Never.
My dissertation. Italian cinema in the '60s. Dino Risi.
You're an expert, aren't you?
Yes.
Would you like to help me out?
-Please don't say no! -No.
I mean yes. It's not a problem.
Absolutely not. I'm a huge fan of Dino Risi.
We could watch a few movies, analyze them together…
That would be great.
A Difficult Life, The Widower, Scent Of A Woman.
How about I come to yours?
Come to my place?
…Nino Manfredi was incredible.
The title was I See Naked.
It took you a long time to walk up a few steps.
These are very heavy, you see.
I'll take a shower.
Please, come in.
-Shall I put them on the table? -Thanks.
-Ludovico? -Yeah?
-Do you know anything about plumbing? -Sure.
It's that damn faucet.
I've told the super 300 times.
Would you mind? Ami, can you show him?
Come in, Ludo.
I turned on the shower,
and the thing there got stuck.
That one there.
The problem is it's burst.
I'm sorry.
Piece of shit.
Looking for someone?
-Out of my way. -I asked a question.
Move, asshole.
You beat up women, and I'm the asshole?
Go anywhere near Rebecca again and you're a dead man.
She's with a friend now. He's more dangerous than me.
She doesn't want to see you.
Show up again and this shitty little face of yours…
Boom!
I'll erase it.
Got it?
You pissed yourself. Some hero!
Get up and get lost. You stink.
-Go. -I'm going.
Move.
Easy, bro. What happened to you?
What the fuck happened?
He had a gun, otherwise I'd have kicked his ass.
He had a gun? Does he look like this?
Where are you going?
Thanks anyway, Jack.
You tried your best.
Yeah. I think it's stopped now.
Tomorrow I'll call a plumber. A good one.
A real one.
I tried. I'm sorry.
To thank you for your effort,
I'd like to cook my famous paella.
Yeah. Let's have dinner together.
How's tomorrow? Are you up for it?
Are we?
Yeah, I think we are.
Italian food versus Spanish food. We'll prepare pasta amatriciana.
If you cook and do everything else the way you do plumbing…
Nothing like this has ever happened to me.
I love you, Jack. Who sent you here?
Stockholm syndrome. You've fallen in love with your kidnapper.
It's a fucking stroke of luck.
But I looked like a dick.
I said I couldn't fix it, so I called you.
The Spanish girl was eyeing you up.
We're out of booze. And weed.
I should have some here.
I don't use it often. It makes me a bit anxious.
But since I'm already anxious, maybe it'll help.
How long have you been smoking?
A while. I don't smoke much.
Alone, obviously.
Always alone.
Maybe next time with Rebecca.
It's sorted. I took care of it.
You did great. Here.
-The rest when we say goodbye. -Okay.
Bye.
Look at this.
I'm twice your height.
I'd like to be like you.
You think I'm better than you?
Look at yourself.
Stay the way you are. You don't want to be like someone else.
I'm a thief.
Always have been.
I saved a little bit of money, and now I can live off this last job.
I have a cover job.
I clear out cellars, help people move. Stuff like that.
I even provide receipts.
I used to work with my brother.
He taught me everything I know about life.
Although the more you try to understand life, the less it…
You have a brother?
Eight years older.
Paolo. We used to steal together.
He played the saxophone in a band.
People who blame the parents if someone grows up wrong make me laugh.
My father died in an accident at the market.
My mom died a year later.
She was a cleaner.
Both good, honest people.
Paolo and I are thieves.
How come? Dunno.
I was 18 when he left.
He would always tell me, "Study."
"Read books."
He would buy dozens. I still have them.
And the helmet. I'd never part with it.
I'm attached to it.
But he still left you alone.
No.
He wanted me to go. He said, "It'll be a turning point."
I didn't have the guts.
Then he hooked up with this Brazilian girl.
A nice piece of ass.
I was a bit jealous.
Look.
"Mar do Paraiso."
Look at that.
-Fuck. -He sent it three years ago.
Are you sure you'll find him there?
I'll find him.
Paolo's a chancer. Everyone will know him.
If it wasn't for this fuck up, I'd be there by now.
Mornings on the beach.
Afternoons in a hammock.
A good book.
And at night, clubbing with all the women.
The Nazis burned books.
They were scared of them.
They were scared of women too.
The SS used to bugger each other.
So what?
-It's true. -But what's your point?
I insisted that my father let me live here on my own.
I wanted to show him I could.
I felt like an artist. I wanted to sort the flat out my way.
I ended up locking myself in it.
Alone.
As you say, always alone.
But I'd feel lonely even in a place full of people.
I've felt like this since I was little.
I've only ever felt happy in the world of drawings.
The world I draw, you know?
Maybe I'm scared of finding out who I am,
of discovering myself.
Of seeing myself.
Of disappointing my folks.
Don't hide behind your folks. You're too old for that.
You don't have to feel alone.
Humanity is alone.
It's not easy for anyone.
This joint is a killer. It's made us
all philosophical.
You know what I think?
Dunno.
You make it sound easy.
Your answer to everything is "dunno."
"I know that I know nothing."
Dunno.
Ancient wisdom.
Who said that?
Socrates?
So…
The guy who beat up that stuck-up asshole has a gun.
And he's in stairwell A.
We're done searching.
Didn't you check stairwell A before?
Flat by flat, Caino, but no one was there.
You didn't search properly.
We searched thoroughly.
If you had, you'd have found him, not Picchio.
And you tell me, "We're done searching"?
By the way, your Roman accent is starting to get on my nerves.
I gave you a second chance,
and you wasted it.
Pearls before swine.
So people can wrong Caino and not suffer the consequences.
That's what people will think.
Another 24 hours and Spartaco will find him.
My debt to your father ends here.
You no longer work for me.
Be grateful that destiny gifted you a good friend
who can pay for you.
Do you believe in destiny, Marzio?
Marzio!
Look at me, Marzio. Look at me!
I'll kill you.
Your father saved my life.
In return, I have spared yours.
Now get out of here.
And from this day on, don't ever cross my path again.
We should have killed him.
There's a time for everything.
Go and look for that guy.
I need the flat number.
When you find him, take me to him.
I'll deal with him myself. He deserves it.
Scared, huh?
-What the fuck are you doing? -I was joking.
Dickhead.
Get up.
Don't shoot with your eyes closed.
Your hand shakes, you miss and don't have time for a second shot.
Trintignant.
Stop. That's not for you.
-How long did I sleep? -A long time. It's 2 p.m.
-You got anything for a headache? -Yeah.
Still there.
You cleaned up.
I got up early. Unlike some.
Here.
Another step forward.
Well done. Your father should see it now.
Poor guy. Whenever he leaves me money, I feel guilty.
You have the 5,000 I promised you.
Well, thank you.
How long till your comic is finished?
What do you mean?
How long will it take to draw it, print it, publish it?
I don't know. Four… six months tops.
Say a year. You take a sabbatical, I'll finance you.
A sabbatical?
Twelve months. You don't do shit. You sit here and draw.
Money's not a problem. There's a fortune in that rucksack.
If it doesn't work out by then, you go back to studying.
You're behind with your exams anyway.
-True. -I told you already.
If you have to fail, it's better to fail at something you like.
Thanks for your faith in me.
You need to think about it?
I'll withdraw the offer.
Who else would make you an offer like that?
You know what?
I'm gonna try.
I'll go for it. I'll focus. I'll do it.
I'll send the comic to people,
maybe I'll even publish it.
-I'll even include a dedication to you. -Dedicate it to Rebecca.
I just need you to send 50% of the profits when I'm over there.
Rebecca?
No, it's Jack.
Paella versus amatriciana?
Okay then. See you later.
May the best one win. Bye.
Here. In case Rebecca calls you back.
-But don't call the police. -It's been ages since a girl called me.
-What do we need? -Pasta, streaky bacon, pecorino, tomatoes.
Here.
What the fuck. Get everything you need.
There you go.
Outside, you mean?
Play it cool when you pass those kids on mopeds.
-Cool? -No.
Don't act cool. Act like Ludovico.
We'll add this at the end.
-Taste the sauce to see how it is. -You try it.
Careful. It's hot.
That's so good.
They'll put out for the guy who made this sauce.
Say I made it. Ami will put out on an empty stomach.
You wish.
Who could that be?
It must be Rebecca.
-Good evening. -Hello.
Gas department. Someone's reported a leak.
Come in.
People from the water department have been here.
Something wrong in the neighborhood?
No. Don't worry.
The meter?
Over there, under the sink.
Is everything okay?
For now, yes.
Yes, I draw.
The bathroom?
Here on the right. I'll turn on the light for you.
Electric boiler.
And the bedroom?
There's nothing connected to the gas in the bedroom.
Of course.
There's nothing.
No.
Yes.
There's nothing.
No. I was making amatriciana.
My grandmother's recipe.
I'll show you out.
Parmesan?
Pecorino, of course.
-Pecorino, huh? -Parmesan would be a crime.
It would indeed.
Right?
Yeah, found him.
Stairwell A.
Flat 14.
No, right now.
I don't care if you're eating. Get over here now.
What's going on? What are you doing?
Do you know who that was?
-Who, the gas guy? -Yes, the gas guy.
He's a crazy killer. He's looking for me.
Our acquaintance ends here. I have to go.
Don't worry. Look.
Come and see.
I'm going to hide in there.
I arranged it with a construction worker.
You can't hide inside a dump truck. It's dangerous.
I'll be at the airport in half an hour. Don't let them find you here.
Go away.
Look.
The money for your sabbatical. I'll leave it here.
I'll be in touch.
I'll get you a ticket.
You'll meet my brother. Bring the comic.
-Put this on. -One sec.
-Come on. -Yes.
Ludovico.
Ludovico, my ass!
You used me, and now you're leaving like this?
What am I going to do?
What everyone does.
I told you. Everyone's alone.
Sure. Better than with someone like you.
That's what your family does, right?
Fuck you.
You're not my brother.
Open up, dickhead. Hurry.
Open.
-What are you doing? -I'll leave after dinner.
Thank you, Jack.
No way I'm missing out on the Spaniard.
Thank you.
-Thank you! -That's enough.
Go get the sauce.
His name's Paolo. He fled to Brazil ten years ago.
He's the brother of the guy you're after.
The perks of having a friend in the police.
Good work, Ferruccio.
It is Ferruccio, isn't it?
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
And if that friend's a cop,
even better.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mr. Caino.
So true, isn't it?
All happy families are alike.
But every unhappy family
is unhappy in its own way.
I'll take this.
You bring the pasta.
Let's hope they have wine.
-What are you doing? -Wait.
In case I bring Rebecca here.
I taught you everything.
Is the bald patch really obvious?
You look fine.
The more you look, the less you'll like it.
You have your hat anyway.
You know what?
The hat looks better here.
I put something in your bag for the journey.
-Great. -It's a surprise.
-Hey! -Hi.
For later.
A Difficult Life.
Very difficult.
Come on in.
Tell me you have wine. We only just noticed we've run out.
I can buy some if you don't have any.
No, don't worry. We've got plenty.
My jacket?
You can hang it there.
-Thanks. -On the left.
Can I give you a hand?
Yes, you can open the bottle.
Like this?
I think so.
How are you?
That's a nice dress. You look great.
Want to try the paella?
-Did you make it? -Yes.
Yeah?
-Dino… -How is it?
-My God! -He directed it.
It's really good.
Very good.
-Why not? -I don't like it.
What, pecorino?
Cheers.
Italian cinema…
-You told him about your dissertation? -No.
One, two, three.
Like this, bro.
It's very sweet.
What?
-Everything. -Everything?
To our health.
-Yeah. -To…
Cheers.
Forget the paella.
-He'll eat it. -Come on.
So sweet of her.
I feel sorry for you,
because Seville
has the most beautiful girls in Spain.
You should come with me.
But I don't need to go to Seville.
-No? -No.
Why?
Because the most beautiful girl of all the beautiful girls
is right here.
I don't get it.
You don't?
No.
You get it.
At this stage
I should send the comic to a publisher,
and…
they'd publish it.
-Fantastic! -Yeah, it would be really cool.
And then,
if that happens, I'll put a dedication to you on the first page.
The dedication page, I mean.
It could be the first or the last.
-Mom, Dad, Rebecca. -Thanks.
No problem.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
What's with the beard?
He thinks it makes him look manly.
A fragile, insecure personality.
Jack's right, though.
I think a smooth face on a man is…
What's the expression? Very…
Macho?
Yeah.
You take the words right out of my mouth.
What an idiot!
Do you have any weed?
I don't know if we have any left.
If we do, it's in the bathroom. Have a look.
Let's go. I'll go with you.
I won't be long.
Want to see something I've never shown anyone?
Sure.
I have it at home, if…
Yeah, sure. Go and get it.
And bring some weed back too.
If we wait for these two, we'll be here all night.
-I'm going. -Wait.
Hurry back.
So you want to take me to live on a Brazilian island
where your brother Paolo is.
He has a lot of money.
But… I still don't understand.
What do you do for a living?
It's a bit difficult to explain.
I deal with apartments,
public venues, banks.
Okay, but what do you do?
Are you, like, a bricklayer,
an engineer? I don't know.
-An architect? -A thief.
That's why you have this.
If you're so mysterious, it means you're a janitor.
In a way, yes.
Is Ludovico still downstairs?
Yes.
Yes, he was pretty tanked.
I think he got lost on the stairs.
Go fetch him.
On my way.
If I can find my way.
The wine was a bit strong.
Ludovico?
What new paranoia has come over you?
Are you hiding?
-What? -Looking for your friend?
Go and sit there.
Good boy.
Crawl.
Leave him alone. He has nothing to do with this.
You wanted to go to Brazil
to identify the remains of your junkie brother
whose body was dumped in the sea.
Don't you dare mention my bro--
Two unfortunate orphans.
Both coming to a terrible end.
Actually, let's make it three.
He wasn't involved. Take it out on me.
How generous of you.
But he's seen my face.
Too bad for him.
-Dreams die at dawn. -Freeze.
Lower your arm.
Slowly.
Drop the gun.
Get down on the floor, you piece of shit.
Buzzetti was right.
I should have killed you instead of Marzio.
That's for Mario.
And this is for Marzietto.
I promised him.
When you had that psychopath slit his throat like a pig.
Tomorrow it's his turn.
You don't believe in destiny, do you?
Well, now I'm your destiny.
I'm going to kill you one piece at a time.
Too bad you only have two knees.
I can have them reconstructed.
But you can't get another brain.
That piece of shit wanted to shoot me in the face.
Cut his balls off and stick them in his mouth.
He'll be found like that.
Anyone who steals from Caino…
Lu.
It hurts.
The ambulance is on its way.
-It hurts. -The ambulance is coming.
It hurts.
No!
Everything okay?
I'll call…
Help!
It's my fault.
Fuck.
No.
Fuck.
Come back.
Why the fuck do you always end up talking about politics?
We're a country of thieves.
Tax evasion costs us billions, and you're still waffling on?
But they have to do something.
"Italians first." First in what?
In stealing!
They make me laugh.
Yeah, I get it. But give me a break, for God's sake.
Who the fuck is this?
He must be completely drunk.
I'd say he overdosed. Look at him.
He's covered in blood.
I think he's dead.
What's in here?
This bag's full of money.
Is it real?
Shit. This is real money.
What's this? Chuck it.
Take the money.
Let go!
Let go of the bag. Go.
TO MY BIG BROTHER JACK, WHO GAVE ME MY LIFE BACK
Subtitle translation by: Luisa Zamboni