Hache

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

["Lasciati Baciare" by Fred Buscaglione playing]

NAPLES, 1961

CONGRATULATIONS WISHING YOU HAPPINESS

Tina! What are you doing? You can't touch it.

You have to wait.

Go on.

Ah! The prettiest and the greatest.

-Huh? - Where's my mom?

We're going to have a dance later. Remember? You promised.

- There she is! -Hache!

Go on.

Serena didn't let me eat any cake.

Congratulations!

Long live the bride and groom!

Congratulations!

- What took you? -Don't ask.

- Huh? -Piero made us go for a stroll.

He was restless.

Anyway…

-Oh, I'm dying of thirst! -You look amazing.

Bambino!

Kiss the bride!

Kiss the bride?

Kiss her!

- -

- -

Come on. One…

Uh-uh.

…two…

…three.

There's plenty to go around. Have a piece.

No need to do the calculations. It's a huge cake.

-It looks delicious. -Delicious.

- Arístides, give me cake. -You get the biggest slice.

Here you go. Now, off you run.

What are you doing here? Are you lost or what?

I have to speak with Hache.

Let's go inside.

Shall we slip away again?

No.

Let's do it again and come back. No one will notice.

No.

You're stepping on the dress.

It's easier if you just relax a bit.

You're just like Neapolitan women. A hundred percent.

And what are Neapolitan women like?

They're…

No one's able to say.

You weren't in Barcelona. That much was clear.

I didn't know where you were.

Then one day, I woke up, and suddenly, I had this feeling.

I took a chance, and here I am.

You hit the jackpot there, my friend.

Slow down, for the love of God. You might choke on something.

Clever you are.

I've been suffering, while you were here living like kings.

Sponging off everyone.

Why did you come here? Huh? Tell me! What the fuck do you want?

- Let go! You're hurting me. -What do you want?

They want the cement factory, okay?

A developer got in contact with me because I'm Malpica's lawyer.

They're offering a lot of money. They just need Hache to sign the papers.

Hache? What do you mean, Hache?

His inheritance. You know, Malpica's.

The cement factory,

the house by the beach, the Albatros…

It's all hers. I swear.

Camino, do you know why there are five of them?

No.

I'll tell you. One is for health. Two for… happiness.

Three, love. Four, a long life.

-Know what five is? -No.

Children! Fertility. Lots of children.

Oh! Fertility?

Burned down?

What do I pay the police for?

What's the point if my laboratory burned down?

It's over, Messina.

Bring me Giancarlo tomorrow. Understood?

Get out of here!

It's nothing. A minor problem.

I'll fix it.

A year in prison.

It was absolute hell.

I thought I wouldn't get out.

-Why did they let you out? -I don't know. I didn't ask.

-Why? Should I have complained? -You think we're believing a word of this?

Don't think you can take us for fools. Come on.

I'm telling you the truth, I swear.

Look. This is the developer who wants the cement factory.

Big deal. It's just a card. That could be anybody's.

Then call the notary office and ask about the inheritance. Here.

I have a card.

Is the Albatros part of the inheritance?

-Yes. -We can't go on talking here.

We'll continue tomorrow in Naples

or anywhere else. You have to leave now.

I've nowhere to go. I've come straight from the station.

-I've spent my last peseta. -Here, take this. For accommodation.

You have to leave right now. All right, I'm gonna get a car for you.

And you should go back to the party.

I know it was you that killed him.

-Is that what you told the police, then? -No.

Why?

Don't play with me.

-I just give the word, and you're dead. -That child…

Is he part of the inheritance?

Hache. What's this bastard doing in my house?

My heart is to blame.

My heart. It doesn't like the life I'm living.

The doctor says it's not possible to change my heart,

but I have to change my way of life.

And I say to him, "I could also change my doctor."

A toast to those who wish us harm.

I know how I'm going to die.

We all do here.

I will never die.

Hache, she always has an answer.

Why did that developer send you?

They contacted me because I was Malpica's lawyer.

To get the inheritance, Hache should sign before a notary.

Get them to send the papers here.

- Yes, but-- -I'll pay for it.

And the offer for the cement factory?

Sell it.

Charge them for the service and sell the rest.

I trust in you.

-Malpica trusted you, didn't he? -I don't want to sell the Albatros.

I want to go back to Barcelona.

You're always saying you're bitter you lost the city.

I can go and take care of it all.

I know all of it better than any of your men.

A boss who's female in Barcelona?

I'm capable and I've always been loyal to you.

You owe me this.

I said no.

Come on. Let's go.

Senovilla, stay and enjoy yourself.

There are plenty of rooms.

And clothes.

A good friend wouldn't spoil her best friend's party.

Finish your drink, come on. There's a car waiting for you.

No, Luciano invited me to stay.

Hache's thinking about opening the Albatros.

Wants to go back to Barcelona.

Can you read it?

Do you like it?

It's perfect, my love.

Well, the only thing left to do is settle the balance.

If you'll allow me, I'll put them away.

Your hands where I can see them!

You, with the moustache. Get the bag, come on.

Everything in there. Watches, wallets. Now! Go, go, go, go!

Come on. Put the jewels in the bag. Move!

Don't do anything, Alejandro.

Are you deaf? Do it faster!

Come on. Put those jewels in the bag too.

Come with me. Move it.

Are you deaf? I said, faster!

-No, not this. -What do you mean, no?

Give me your hand, you idiot! Let's go!

-You have enough now. Leave. -Shut it, you.

You, give me your earrings.

-No! - Come on.

-Now! Come on. - You're hurting me.

Leave her alone! Now, get out.

I'm a policeman.

Leave that on the table. And back away.

Do as I say.

I don't want to. Give me the gun.

-I said, give it to me. -Step back.

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He's a child.

Javier Fauró. They called him "Kubala."

Must have been good at football, I guess.

-He was wanted around here. -What did he do?

As far as we know, he stole the takings from a betting shop last month.

By force too. In and out, just five minutes, pish, pash, posh.

He was carrying a toy gun.

How could you know that? I'd have done the same.

I've never killed anyone before now.

Here. This is Kubala's gang.

Well, the ones we know of.

Baby thieves. All between 15 and 16 years old.

Recognise any of them?