Romanzo Criminale

- Why all the hurry to see me? - You helped me, didn't you?

I'm returning the favour.

I'm planning a police raid. Come with me. We'll share the credit.

For what?

For arresting Rome's biggest criminal organization.

The offices of the Ministry of Industry?

- What are you expecting to find? - I don't know.

But trust me, we'll find something.

Bullshit!

I tell you what: We go in there,

and if we don't find anything, you were right, I talk bullshit.

5 o'clock? No, I can't, I'm busy.

What do you mean? Italy's playing Poland.

It's the World Cup semifinal.

Police. We have a warrant to search the ministerial offices.

- What are you looking for? - You'll know when we find it.

If we find it.

Commissioner! Commissioner Scialoja!

- Where does this lead to? - A back entrance.

I've done it though.

It's an armoured door and it's locked.

- Open it. - It's been closed for years.

Open it.

Open this fucking door!

What is this stuff?

It's their powder keg, Rizzo. The gang's arsenal.

You do realise these are ministerial offices? That belong to the state?

Now do you see how big this business is?

I want their names.

They paid me, 500,000 lire a month.

All I had to do was keep the door locked, and make sure no one went in.

Who paid you? Who paid you?

Who offered you the job? One of these men?

- Recognize anyone else? - All of them.

They've all used that room at some time.

What are you doing? Get out of the way!

I will. But if I were you, I'd start the engine and get out of here.

The police have discovered your arsenal,

and a witness has identified you from a photo.

And who the fuck are you?

Can you imagine? Italy versus Poland.

- Whose side will the Pope be on? - Why?

Don't you know? He's Polish.

- He'll support Poland then. - But he came to Rome to be Pope.

Angelina, answer the door.

- Why? Who is it? - Buffoni, come to watch the match.

- He's no friend of mine. You go. - They're just kicking off.

- Hurry up, then you won't miss it. - Angelina!

- I'll go. - Good.

- Hurry up, it's about to start. - We have to go.

- Where to? - Hurry, the police are on their way.

- Scrocchiazeppi, let's go. - Where? What about the match?

Are we sure no one will find us here?

Sardo hid here when they were looking all over Italy for him.

How did they find the weapons?

We still don't know, the lawyer's trying to find out.

- We know nothing? - Only that we're all wanted.

- All of us. - What do we do?

We can't stay here for the rest of our lives.

- Can't we turn the TVon a sec? - Scrocchiazeppi.

- Only to see the result. - Behave.

Don Mimmo called me before all hell broke loose.

He wants to talk to us about business.

Don Mimmo himself! Crikey! You see?

One Sardo dies and another comes along.

You didn't find them. They'd already gone?

All of them! How the fuck did they do that?

They got a tip-off, from the same source.

I'm beginning to think you're not such a jerk.

It's like a wall I've been hitting my head against for five years.

- But I've still not had enough. - What do we do now?

We can only gather more evidence and have it assessed.

Let's not talk crap, you know very well why they found the guns.

- Someone squealed. - Someone who knows our business.

What do you reckon, Freddo? Was it Donatella?

- Why do you think it was her? - We kicked her out.

Perhaps she wanted to pay us back, with interest.

Or perhaps it was your little friend?

I hear she's vanished, and her queer friend's nowhere to be found either.

We'll talk about that later. This is it.

Good evening, Don Mimmo.

Well? What do you want to talk about?

Unfinished business.

We don't like this thing about Sardo going missing.

We're not here to talk business, are we?

This is business. Very important business.

You do know what my problem is, don't you?

- What's that got to do with us? - I want you to solve it.

I see. Let's go, we'rejust wasting our time here.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What do you want, Don Mimmo?

He's coming with us.

You have two days: You either find Sardo or whoever got rid of him,

or your friend will disappear the same way Sardo did. Understand?

I want a guarantee nothing will happen to him.

My word is your guarantee.

Do what I told you and your friend will return home in one piece.

Let's go.

Freddo, don't worry, your trip to Vesuvius will be a short one.

Napoli...

What the fuck have you done?

- You laid a trap for me. - I swear I didn't know about it.

I hope that's true, because I have to work out who's the traitor here.

Get up, get this old banger started up.

If that son of a bitch Sardo hadn't...

Whatever, they can't take Freddo like that. Right, Dandi?

- What are we going to do? - I say we go to Naples.

- We'll make blood flow. - What guns will we use?

They've confiscated all our weapons.

It's madness to wage war on the Camorra.

- You're not allowed an opinion. - Trentadenari's right, Dandi.

What do you think we should do?

- How will we get Freddo back? - You're right, but wrong too.

We won't get anywhere without weapons, we can't tackle the Camorra.

Well said. We'll have to get hold of some irons from somewhere.

No, we've only got two days,

Nero's the only one who can get us something fast.

I'll contact Nero.

Well done.

Are you still here? Get to school, go on!

It's late, just look at you! Pair of rascals!

Have you ever been to Naples, boy?

No.

- Pity, you'll never see it. - Don Mimmo,

this is total bullshit.

- Keep your eye on him. - Don't worry.

I would have preferred to talk to the clients, not their lawyer.

I'm sorry, my clients are unavailable right now.

Shall we throw you in jail instead then?

Jail? You're going a little too fast. We could take it a step at a time.

I could ask around. How come my clients are wanted?

- Scialoja, can I have a word? - Excuse me.

How's it going with the arsenal?

Fine. They're doing tests, and we'll be talking to the witness soon.

I have a request from Police HQ in Milan. I want you to see to it.

- Why Milan? - The Rosone shooting.

The hit man was from Rome: Daniele Mastronardi, known as Nembo Kid.

Criminal record for various crimes.

The people in Milan want to know who sent him, and why.

- Why are you asking me? - Nembo Kid had a phone book.

They found the name of someone you know very well.

- Mario De Angelis. - Dandi.

Perhaps our gang had something to do with this shooting too.

Okay. I'll let you know as soon as I have news.

So it's confirmed. Scialoja knew where to look.

Yes, he went straight there.

They've even got a witness who gave him your names.

- Who? - The custodian.

There... the gates of heaven have just opened up for him.

No, I don't want to hear these things. And he's in a safe place,

well-protected with all his family.

I might have known!

Until the witness changes his version of the facts,

there's nothing I can do.

The fact is we can't do much from here.

We need someone from outside,

who can't be traced back to us.

I know who we can turn to.

An apartment in the centre of town. Did well for himself this Nembo Kid!

Yeah. Pity someone decided to ruin the furnishings.

We're wasting our time, Canton. They've cleaned the place up already.

I've seen this girl before.

- Get in. - What do you want?

I don't have time to answer questions. Get in.

- Are you being followed? - The cops are on our backs.

- What do you want from me? - We need your help.

You want me to take care of your business? You dumped me, you know.

All right, but we've changed our minds.

Where's Freddo? How come he didn't come?

Freddo's not in a very good position right now,

and I have to find a way to bring him home in one piece.

Now do you see why I'm in a hurry?

Well?

What do you want me to do?

This is the traitor who got us into trouble. Make him lose his memory.

All right.

- Let me know about Freddo. - You just take care of that.

Why are we going through these again?

- Here she is. - Nice piece of ass. Who is she?

I don't know her name, but look at this other photo.

Daniele Mastronardi. He went to Milan to kill Rosone,

and his girlfriend hangs out here.

She's no client, she's one of the gang.

If she's a mobster's wife, we'll find out.

- I'll use my informers. - Yes.

Let's get this Nembo Kid's phone book checked over carefully.

All right.

- Hello, I've brought your shopping. - How much do I owe you?

Don't worry about it, we'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

Husband and wife have stayed home all day. Only the son goes out.

- Is he being watched? - Not much. I can try him.

All right, go ahead.

We might have solved one problem. We've still got the other one.

Nero's expecting you. I told him nothing.

Good.

Call Zio Carlo's restaurant and order lobster for two for tomorrow.

If we're to wage war on the Camorra, we have to work something out:

Whether our allies will protect us, or if we have to act alone.

Sir, take a look at this.