Gang War in Milan (Milano Rovente)

GANGWAR IN MILAN

Good morning, Mr. Cangemi!

Always up first thing, eh?

And you're always late, aren't you, Patrizio?

But my watch is one minute to seven!

Come on. Open up. I want to take a nice long swim.

Bring me coffee and a croissant.

It will be ready in 5 minutes!

I'll see to it, Mr. Cangemi!

Marisa! You're smart as ever!

Good morning.

Mr. Cangemi!

Mr. Cangemi...

With that little body of yours you could have jewelry, furs

and a more luxurious apartment than Liz Taylor.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Oh, sure you do!

You always like to kid around!

Where would you like your breakfast, at the pool or in the locker room?

Bring it to me in the locker room, OK?

Marisa! Patrizio!

What's happened?

Oh, my God.

Call Dr. Vannone, quick!

Easy now, lay her down.

Do you know her?

Me? No, but she must have died a horrible death!

She was murdered.

Are you sure?

No doubt about it. You can see on her neck

the marks of the hands that held her underwater.

Poor girl! She was so pretty!

- What's that, doctor? - Seaweed.

Seaweed?

Saltwater algae.

This girl was drowned in the sea

and not more than 2 hours ago.

Rigor mortis has not even begun to set in yet.

Call the police.

Lino? This is Totò.

Listen, someone whacked Francesca!

They fxed it so I found her drowned in the pool at the Skorpion!

Yes. Tell our 'friends'.

She was the top girl in my organization! My star!

She brought in more than half a million lire a day!

Not even the Queen of Holland makes that much!

- Who could have done it? - I don't know, Ricciolino.

But one thing I do know: that murder was intended as some kind of snub to me!

Are you sure?

Do you have your head up your ass? How can you not see it?

Think about it!

Francesca was my top girl.

Why should they throw her into the pool at the Skorpion

after having drowned her God knows where?

Because they know I am the first one in at that pool every morning!

And she will be waiting for me blonde and lovely!

- That's what they wanted! - Exactly!

But whoever did it is going to pay!

I'm going to suck the blood out of this worm one drop at a time!

I swear as God's my witness!

I don't know who would have done a thing like this to you.

A thousand guys would have wanted to!

Like that bastard Mimmo Pelagonia or Turiddu Colosimo...

...or that American I cleaned out at chemin de fer.

But instead of talking our heads off, we have to take action!

Take actions like cops! Actually, better than cops

because we can use any means to reach our aim!

There's still one thing I don't get.

The club's doctor said that Francesca was drowned in the sea

- about two hours before 7 o'clock. - Right.

But even if they had killed her at 5 o'clock,

how did they manage to get her from Genoa to Milan in less than 2 hours?

Genoa! Nobody's ever mentioned Genoa!

Genoa is the nearest town on the sea to Milan...

...or maybe you prefer Venice, which is farther away?

- Caruso is right! - Maybe the doctor is wrong.

No, he isn't wrong!

Last night Francesca called me at 3.30 to ask me

if she could go out for a glass of champagne with a client.

And I said that she could.

That means she was still in Milan at 3.30.

It seems a real mystery to me.

- Which apartment is Miss Vannaccina's? - It's on 5th floor.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm commissioner Contalvi. I have a search warrant.

Holy Mary! Come in!

Make yourselves comfortable.

- What's your name? - Carmela.

Carmela Crescimbene. I'm the housekeeper.

Poor girl! Poor girl!

So you already know of Miss Vannaccina's death?

Yes, sir.

How did you come to hear the news?

Just a short while ago, two men arrived...

...and they told me that Miss Francesca was dead.

I had never seen them before...

...but they barged right in and started searching everywhere!

- You don't know who they were? - No, sir.

You see what a mess they made.

Did they tell you what they were looking for?

- No. - How can that be?

They just appeared out of nowhere! They scared me half to death!

The front door was open?

No! The door was locked, but they must have had the key!

PRODUCE MARKET

Come on! Let's get to work! Or are you on strike?

- Good morning. - Hello.

Hey! What are you doing? Get to work!

You have to keep them always on their toes!

Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Cangemi. - Thank you!

Mr. Balsamo and his cousin are waiting to see you.

Fine. Show them in.

Excuse me, just one quick signature.

Fine.

- There we are! - Thank you.

Oh, my darling...

To hell with your enemies!

Cheers, Lino!

Totò, my dear friend! Lino Caruso! Nice to see you both!

- Hi, Balsamo! - Hello.

- This is my cousin. - What's your name?

- Take that thing off. - Virginia, sir.

Let's drop formalities! We're in Milan, not in Sicily anymore!

We're democratic here!

Listen, sweetheart...

...your name is Virginia, but you aren't a virgin, are you?

I have a six-year-old daughter.

A policeman stole my virginity when I was 16.

Listen, do you want to work?

And you know what it's all about, don't you?

Sure, I have to be a whore, at 10,000 lire a shot.

Lift up your skirt. Let's see what you've got.

Come on!

Up, up, come on.

She's crazy! You really go around like that?

Why? I bathed this morning...

- But you dress like an old lady! - She's a quick learner, Totò!

Her tits. Let me see her tits.

Your boobs! Come on!

- Here? In front of everyone? - Get on with it!

- Get that bit of rag off her! - Come on!

Here, put this on.

But...

...it's torn. There are two big holes in it.

Those aren't holes, stupid. This is high quality French lingerie!

The holes are supposed to show off the nipples. Get it?

You'll see, my little Virginia, I'll make you a star.

Salvatore Cangemi.

What the hell is this?

Good evening, my friend. Are you fine?

I regret having to entry your house in this strange way but I had no other choice.

Who are you?

He's ok, Captain.

Would you mind telling me who you are and what the hell you want?

My name is Daverty...

...Roger Daverty, but I'm known as "The Captain".

I assume you've already heard of me.

And you broke in on my house just to tell me this?

No.

I thought we could do business:

work together as partners.

You have a vast network of prostitutes on the streets and in apartments.

And I could provide you with 'snow'.

What could you provide me with?

Snow. Pure heroin.

I can bring in as much as I want from France.

It's very rewarding.

- Is it a deal? - I get it.

You want to use my girls to peddle your drugs. Is that it, Frenchy?

Yes, 30% for you and 70% for me.

I think it's a generous proposal.

Oh, sure! Very generous! It makes one go "cazzicatummoli"!

Pardon me?

Oh yeah, you aren't Sicilian.

That must be why you're playing with fire.

Listen to me, captain or general.

I'll give you a little advice as a friend.

If you leave quietly, I'll forget everything that just happened.

Are you suggesting that my proposal doesn't interest you?

That's it!

You're making a mistake, my friend.

After all, some of your girls have already worked for me...

...for example, the blond. What was her name? Francesca.

You are kidding!

I don't joke about business affairs.

So it was you who whacked Francesca!

She didn't want to stick to the deal. Pity, because she had many qualities.

You'll soon see that I did you a big favor.

You have three days to consider my proposal.

If you want to find me, come to the Tortue Rouge.

Recorded in this tape machine is a declaration of Francesca against you.

Of course, I have the original.

Oh, I almost forgot...

I've hidden a sizable dose of drugs in your apartment.

Don't bother to look for it.

In case you refuse, you'll go to jail for peddling narcotics.

Bye bye, my friend.

Now I'll have my little joke!

"Cornuto"!

Ah, you mean 'cuckold'. But I'm not married.