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Michele?

Michele?

Who the fuck's that?

Who is it?

Don Minu! What happened, Don Minu?

-Let me in. -Certainly, come in.

Take a seat. Sit here.

Under these conditions I can't guarantee...

Giovanni, do what has to be done.

But... no anesthetic.

-With your heart condition? -Ah!

-Well? -There's a message from America.

Twenty-one days can be a long time.

The cops knew where I was.

Someone squealed.

I'll take care of it, Don Minu.

Don't worry.

It's all right, Don Minu, take it easy.

Do it.

Wait, wait!

Go, go!

Dad! Dad!

: >Let's go.

Are you okay?

Oh, God!

Are you okay? Stay down.

Okay, sit up, sit up, sit up.

-You're ready to go, right? -Yes, we are.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Chris!

: Chris!

You're all right. You okay?

Chris!

Fuck... Chris!

Keep going. We're gonna call a doctor.

Chris!

Chris!

-Okay. -Sit down.

Chris! Chris!

Chris!

Where the fuck...

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad...

Remember when we used to sneak in here and stay the night?

We would laugh because you said his hair looked like a penguin.

It did look like a penguin. It used to stick up on both sides.

I've never spent the whole night with anyone except you two.

His last words were for you.

He said it's time you go in the family business.

It's time you play your part and help me.

You know everything about boats.

You can do it, Chris.

Dad said you can do it.

He said you gotta stop living for your sickness.

You're not a sick man, Chris.

I was eight when my mother started showing symptoms of her disease.

Emma was only twelve.

And toward the end it went so fast

we watched her forget how to walk,

to speak,

to hold our hands.

But I was too young to understand what was really going on,

why she cried herself to sleep almost every night.

My mother died after a horrible journey of suffering.

And from that moment on, our father was there for us.

He taught us how to survive.

He made sure we picked ourselves back up and kept fighting.

I always thought my father would...

would outlive me.

I thought that he would be by my side when...

When my mother's disease starts eating away at me too.

Well, you won't be by my side, dad.

"First rule, kiddos:

you come first and fuck the rest."

Thank you.

- Do you eat anything? - I don't think so.

Fuck!

Emma? What is all this?

: It's a local custom in our country.

We leave doors and windows open

so the soul of the person who lived there can leave.

We cover the mirrors because if one of us

should be reflected before the soul can leave the house,

that person will die.

: Who are you?

Friends of your father's.

Why are you here?

To offer you our condolences.

-Is that all? -As far as you're concerned, that is.

Your father has died and this changes everything.

What does that mean?

We'll deal directly with the shipment.

-That's not necessary. -We want to meet your Mexican friend.

and ship the merchandise under our supervision.

We put down large down-payment. We need to get back that money.

We have made you a lot of money in the past.

This time you have to accept this. Price of doing business.

Our father's number one rule

is that buyers and sellers are connected by brokers.

We are the brokers. There'll be no introductions.

: You're pissing me off!

You hear me, you're really pissing me off!

If I say don't talk, don't talk!

You two are nothing. Everything you have you owe to... Look at me.

From this moment on you'll do everything you're told.

No arguing, all right?

Stefano.

Okay?

Certain things, among decent people, shouldn't even happen.

But I don't want to bury you alive in this nice garden.

You have to do the right thing, okay?

Call your friends and I'll call you.

See how scared they were?

First time that woman's ever met a guy who put her in her place!

Your grandfather will slice us open like pigs.

He doesn't have time to think about us, he's on the run from the cops.

He has to count on me.

Your grandpa's got loads of friends. What the fuck you gonna tell them?

We're taking the shipment.

We're looking for a new broker and we need a little time.

That's precisely what he doesn't have, time.

When the shipment doesn't arrive, we'll see how many friends he has.

Revenge for our fathers.

-Marnie? -Yes, Miss Linwood?

I wanna place a second obituary for my father,

this time in "L'eco della Calabria".

Hello, I'm listening. Hold on a second.

>Okay. I'll see you there.

- I'm meeting them at the Da Mimmo's. - I'll come with you.

No, you stay here.

If I'm not back in an hour, call the police.

Hi.

What's the meaning of this?

As our father used to do, I wrote to your grandfather.

I told him that my brother Chris will escort the load from start to finish.

My brother, Lynwood blood.

My father's male heir.

Don Minu accepted, he understands that our company is the safest,

especially given the large warranty.

Mister Salvage will be the captain. He can give you the details.

I'm glad we could find a way to continue our working relationship.

I told him it's us or nothing.

You're head of the company and travel with the cargo.

You leave tomorrow. From the port of Tampico, Mexico.

Don't let my garden die.

Chris, I did not insist because I respect your decision.

But like I said to Emma...

I really don't think you should be onboard.

My father wants me here. It's all that matters.

(PLAYING "LET'S GET LOST" ON HEADPHONES)

Don't lose sight of them!

We got 'em!

Fucking sons of bitches!

Get out, asshole! Close that fucking door!

Close that fucking door!

Get away from there! Let's go!

You helped the Leyras escape, sons of a bitch!

The bodyguards are dead.

Leyra's lawyer too.

Move on. There's nothing to see here. Keep moving!

Let's go! Keep moving!

Keep moving!

It's for your own safety, keep moving.

I am a few meters away from the area

where today a man fleeing the armed forces on board a vehicle

decided to continue on foot through this shopping area with a weapon.

A firefight ensued and a young schoolgirl was killed,

caught in the crossfire.

>For now reports indicate that she was shot to death

with rounds fired by soldiers who were trying to stop the alleged...

Holy fuck, they're saying that it's all our fault.

They'll always say it's our fault.

>This is not the first time an innocent Mexican citizen

has unfortunately fallen victim to brutal army tactics.

It's always the same story and it always will be.

We're meat to be butchered, we're a pain in the ass.

When we're not useful anymore they'll dump us in the trash.

Anyway today, we totally nailed it, right?

- Right. - We deserve a nice big reward.

Look what I found.