Gomorrah (Gomorra - La serie)

ADMISSION

- You are? - Savastano, Pietro.

Open your mouth.

Lift your tongue.

Squat.

Spread your legs wider!

Does your wife know you like this stuff?

Further down.

Cough.

- I'll take that. - Inmate, keep working!

The policy used to be different here,

but with me it's the straight and narrow.

No privileges.

Got it, Savastano?

For no one.

You're all the same to me.

Cell 32.

- No reasoning with this guy, huh? - No, he won't bend.

He's a pain, but don't worry.

Get me a cell phone.

Colleague, cell 32.

Don Pietro Savastano's coming!

Don Pietro!

- It's him! - Hello, Don Pietro!

Hello, Don Pietro.

- Don Pietro, at your disposal! - We're here, whatever you need!

- Hello, Don Pietro... - My respects.

Guys 1.

- Hello, Don Pietro. - Hello, guys!

I'll take that.

- Peppino! - Tell me.

- Coffee for Don Pietro. - At your service!

Luciano, help me make his bed.

Don Pietro's tired and wants to rest.

- You're still in here? - Got consecutive sentences.

Diego, at your service.

Tuck the sheet in.

I'm up for trial, got nabbed with 52 baggies of coke.

- And you, Pasqualino? - I'm up too, Uncle.

Robbery and kidnapping in a jewelry store in Naples.

The asshole pressed the alarm so I took him hostage.

All hell broke out!

Suddenly there were cops, helicopters,

just like an American movie.

I started with a jewelry heist in Naples too.

I bet we held up the same asshole, 30 years apart.

But now the jerk's got an alarm.

How much did you get in that hit?

No money, I don't know yet how much jail-time.

Water's boiling, bring the rest of the stuff.

Daniele, set the table.

Go help Antonio.

Rino!

Things okay?

Like shit, the warden's always on our backs.

He has us frisked too.

Then put this up your ass.

Tell him Gennaro's out of the hospital, he's fine.

Don Pietro gets everything he wants, clear?

- Don't worry, Ciro. - Take care.

C'mon, girly!

One, two... C'mon!

For shrimp linguini you need some tomato sauce.

First I sauté garlic, oil and hot pepper,

then I pan-fry the shrimp,

a good glass of white wine,

a couple of tomatoes

and then...

Don Pietro couldn't give a damn, I'm talkin' to myself.

What's eatin' him?

- Guys, Don Pietro! - Hello.

- My respects, Don Pietro. - Hello.

Hello, Don Pietro.

Hello.

Another day gone!

I can't take this life,

it's just not for me,

there's stress all the time...

Guard,

something's got to be done about the water, it's like hen's piss.

Savastano, return to your cell.

I'm comin', just time for this piss to rinse me.

Pasqualino...

what's the matter?

My trial's next week, I've got a bad feeling.

Don't worry, it'll all go fine.

Savastano!

Did you ask for this?

- Yeah. - Sign for it.

Your son's out of the hospital

and is okay.

The stuff's not Conte's,

but it's not bad

and the price is good.

Sit down!

Ciro, the cell phone!

It's him.

The Lord's word.

Don Pietro, I'll put you on loudspeaker.

Do you hear us?

- Are thing's okay? - Yeah, now that we hear you.

- We miss you! - How are you doing in there?

A piece of cake.

And that third world contract?

It's all okay, De Rosa thanks you.

Tell him to stop breakin' balls now.

The guy on the housing project has to tell Curcio

to get together with Russo, hear me?

Smoke?

A channel's opened with Di Vaio and Carluccio,

but they're shittin' bricks,

they say if they go against Conte,

they gotta be sure you're number one, even in jail.

Let me talk to 'em, I'll tell these nobodies who's in command.

At one, give me the number.

- I gotta go. - Take care!

What's this?

What are you doing down there? Face to the wall, now!

Are you deaf? Face to the wall!

What did you lose?

Piece of shit!

Face to the wall, Savastano!

You bastard!

What the fuck... Let's go!

Take it easy, officer!

You're too edgy.

We got no plates.

Don Pietro, breadsticks.

Inspection!

Right now, while we're eating!

God, no time to even sit down!

C'mon, two at a time!

- Outside. - Move it!

Get moving, outside!

Outside, everyone in the transition cell, c'mon!

Quiet, move!

Zecchinetta!

- How's things, Totò? - Fine, he's with me.

You're a little early.

We want to be sure to talk to Don Pietro.

- It's an honor for us. - 'Cause you don't count shit, yeah.

You're gettin' a great break.

Sure, but see it our way: Those are the contacts, the routes.

If we go against Conte, we gotta be sure we're protected.

- My word's not enough? - For me, sure.

But we gotta convince people,

if they know I talk directly to Don Pietro, it's different.

Contact's gotta be direct.

Be patient, you'll talk directly to him,

like you want.

Pasqualino!

Look what they did to you!

Pasquale, what did they do to you?

What is it, Uncle? You worried?

I had a really important problem to resolve

and this asshole warden is wasting my time.

It's late, Zecchinetta!

I gotta go.

We'll try again tomorrow, Toto.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Take care, Zecchinetta.

These two are shittin' bricks,

the idiots don't have the balls to go with us.

But we can't leave our markets without smoke,

we gotta be sharp, people can put two and two together.

Salvatore Conte in Spain, Don Pietro in jail and the problem's ours.

For now, the fastest solution is these two jerks.

My dear warden!

To what do I owe this visit?

I thought we understood each other,

but this shows I was wrong.

Too bad! Isolation will help you see how we behave here.

Fuc...

I'm at your disposal, warden!

I gotta have a lover,

or I'll put a rope 'round my neck.

There's no light in this house, always yellin', no peace...

Kid.

This is shit.

- I'm sick without my dope. - Come on, you'll get over it.

Move it!

Francesco, take this wastebasket.

Open it.

Get all the stuff!

Like this, Pasqualino!

Close the blast doors.

Tonino, get Lady Imma a place in line.

- Ma'am... - What is it?

- Pietro Savastano's wife is here. - So?

- She has to get in ahead. - Ahead?