Pericle il nero

My name is Pericle Scalzone, I'm 35...

..and my job is to wreck people's ass.

I have a technique.

First I stun 'em with a bag of sand, then I get it inside.

Not too small, not too big... I don't really hurt 'em.

My job's not to hurt, is to shame.

I can get it hard at will, no time lost.

Just say "Up!", and up it is.

I work for Luigi "Pizza", from all the pizzerias he owns.

When he decides he wants another one, that's it.

If the owner doesn't sell, he sends me.

No one ever retaliates, for fear of Don Luigi.

Hi, Tò. - Hey, Pericle... we heard you been busy today too.

How many asses today? - 1, 2, 3, 4...

How's the dick? Still hard?

Look at him, consumed by his job.

All good?

All good. - Ok.

What's with these now?

I don't need to talk money with Don Luigi, he sees me as family.

Sometimes I get presents. He doesn't explain and I'm fine with that.

Don Luigi! I'm good with what I have.

Good evening... nice place here.

Thanks, Rosario. What brings you around?

My uncle sent me, to ask for a favor.

Carmine, Gennaro, Antonio...

He can stay.

Heard the news from Naples? - There's always someone running his mouth.

My uncle wants to be safe.

If you could take care of that relative visiting from Naples...

...for old friendship's sake.

For this kind of favors I better talk to your uncle myself.

You know my uncle doesn't like to move...

This is delicate though.

If Don Gualtiero wants guarantees, he's gonna have to do this stroll.

Right?

Anna!

Hey, Pericle! Good, you been to the laundry.

Are you going home? - Not right away.

Today it's my birthday. - Getting old yourself, huh?

I was thinking... we could have dinner tonight.

Happy birthday, Pericle. I got to go, I'm late.

I'll take this home.

Despite my efforts, I remember nothing of my childhood.

All I have is a photo of my mother's. Aunt Nenè gave it to me.

She said: "You keep it, always remember your mom when she was pretty and healthy".

I remember that pink blouse though, she did like it.

That's why I put roses on the grave.

It's something that makes me happy, 'cause it seems I'm making her smile.

Then the brain starts reasoning like this and I feel a fire in my head.

I don't feel like myself anymore... I better have no thoughts at all.

Did he thank you? - No.

Isn't your friend? - No, plus he was so tense...

We're done for now, we'll call if we need you.

For you.

That's how it is!

Pierre? - In the back.

I'm getting some, Pierre. - This is the God of fuck.

I always come to Pierre's. He's not one of those filthy junkies.

He runs a shop, dope is an extra.

I'm on credit, he trusts me.

He always calls me for his parties.

He knows I make him look well.

He's got a bit of everything. I prefer chemicals.

I solve it in water so it feels more harmless.

Hi, Salvatore.

Have they been inside for long? - Yes.

May I... - No.

I got pizza...

What is it you want?

If Don Gualtiero asks Don Luigi a favor, it must be really delicate matter.

They'd been at war and people died.

Now it's all favors and courtesies...

..but I still can't stand the whole of them, uncle, nephew and the rest.

Did you hear that?

Morning.

Don Gualtiero...

I'll move the car right away.

I'll move the car. - What, you don't even have a license.

I jerked off so many times to Don Luigi's daughter that I'm still embarrassed when I see her.

I'm afraid she can read my face.

We grew up together but now she keeps her distance.

I know she still cares for me though.

Like this? - Yes.

You're here too...

I brought pizza, over there.

Can I? - Yes but write it down.

They didn't even put basil in it.

Listen, Pericle...

Don Leone keeps trashing me on Sunday during Mass.

He doesn't openly speak my name, but talks of 'scum spoiling the neighborhood'.

I don't mind if he tells a few idiots in the sacristy...

...but in front of everybody, that's no good.

I was so ashamed I almost cried.

They were all staring at me. - I'm taking care of that right now, you see?

I would love to be left alone with my pizzerias, in peace...

...but they keep coming... "Don Luigi, I need help"... "Don Luigi, I have a problem"...

Frankly, at my age, I'm fucking tired of that.

Of course.

Dad, I'm going... will you look after the girls?

Eva's got math to do. Be good, Stella.

What are you thinking of, Pericle?

Just go... wreck this fucker's ass.

Kid, are you stoned?

Quit that shit and just go!

You mean right now?

Of course now... come on, move!

I know you, you're Teresa's son.

Sometimes strange things happen to me.

Something burns inside my head, like when you get zapped.

I don't know why it happens, but I must calm down.

Otherwise I'm capable of doing crazy things... don't know where they come from.

Like someone else is doing it.

How did it go? - He wasn't alone, there was a woman.

She saw you? - Yes. - What did you do?

I hit her with the bag. - Shit... alright, we'll take care of that.

When she fell, she hit her head. - So she passed out.

She didn't move.

There was blood.

You mean you killed her?

I did not, she slipped. Bad luck.

Whe she saw me, she mentioned my mother.

In French? - In Neapolitan.

What have you done, Pericle... what have you done...

That was Signorinella, Don Gualtiero's sister.

We were supposed to look after her, do you understand?

And you...

You never killed anyone and you start with her...

Now you just disappear and don't move until I tell you to.

Don't talk to anybody or it's gonna be a real mess... go, move it!

Don Luigi...

What was I supposed to do? - You weren't supposed to be born.

Where's your father?

He can go upstairs. Salma is home.

Hi, Salma.

How long will you need the room?

Don't know... two days. - Ok.

Whenever someone fucked up and needs to hide, Don Luigi sends him to the Tunisians.

You can never go out, not even for some fresh air.

I'm good here, I got heating, TV, a tub... it's like a hotel.

It's better than my home, I'm always alone there.

Selma is nice, I fancy her a bit.

There's no hot water, boiler's broken.

Last time, one of yours brought girls in.

That's no good, Jerome is growing up.

Mom asks if you'll have dinner with us. - No, thanks.

Just bring me some water with lemon.

Alright.

We don't have lemon.

What... you want a cigarette?

Go ahead.

Jerome, dinner's ready!

Don't tell your dad.

What's that face?

I'm tired. - Want something to eat?

There's no need, aunt.

Aren't you offering Pericle something, Alarico?

As if... let me take care of that. - Ok.

They called an hour ago, they're looking for you.

What happened to you?

What were you thinking working for those people?

They're animals.

Don Luigi always took care of me.

Do you need money?

I've got a bit, but I won't say 'no'.

I've got nothing here.

I can go to the bank tomorrow morning.

I'll fix you a bed.

Alarì...

Thanks. - Don't worry.

Aunt Nenè...

Do you know Don Gualtiero's sister?

Of course, Signorinella 'bad luck'.

She was very respected, she put spells and curses back in Naples.

I saw it on the news, looks like she's at large now.

Did she know my mother?

They met back there, your mom asked her a favor.

What favor?

All I know is when your mom came to Belgium...

...she said she was still alive all because of Signorinella.

Also, you wouldn't be born if not for her.

I fucked up.

Signorinella is dead.

So that's why they're after you.

Go away, Pericle.

If something happens to me...

I'm sending money to Naples every 20th of te month, to keep mom's grave clean.

Perhaps I'd better let them kill me.

I can't take it anymore, I'm too tired.

That's how it is.

That's 20 euros.

Here. - Thanks, have a good day.

Good morning, what'll you have?

What's inside that one? - Broccoli and Emmental.

And that one? - Goat cheese and mushrooms.

And that... - Can't you see there's a line here?

Let me answer this gentleman, ma'am.

If I may suggest, that Quiche loraine is fresh baked.

Ok, I'll have that one.

2,10.