The Cynic, the Rat & the Fist (Il cinico, l'infame, il violento)

'The Cynic, The Rat, And The Fist'

That's the fifth or sixth that's gone by today.

Hey, Tanzi, how come someone like you has given up everything to edit crime novels?

Doesn't it get to you every time you hear a siren?

Listen, you've been asking me for six months...

Aren't you tired of asking me the same question?

Screw you, jerk!

So you figured out who the killer was this time...

You must have been a real hotshot Inspector.

Come on, I'll give you a ride.

No, thanks, I'd rather walk, and get some fresh air...

Even if the air in this city stinks so bad it hurts.

- Did you repair the light? - I forgot, I'll take care of it tomorrow...

- Don't worry. - Sure you will...

That damned light has been broken for three months.

I'll call the electrician this time... I promise.

I hope so.

'15th October 1976, announcing the murder of Leonardo Tanzi, son of a bitch and cop'

'15th October 1976, confirming the escape of prisoner Maietto, Luigi; alias The Chinaman...'

'The incident occurred at 22:00 local time during a TV show yesterday, 14th October'

- Atelex, Commissioner. - Thanks.

Call Tanzi immediately... 631-499

- Hello, this is Astalli - I knew you were going to call.

Then you also know the Chinaman escaped yesterday...

Listen, Tanzi, there have already been two robberies in the city...

There's a protest in the city so I can't send anyone to protect you...

It would be better for everyone if you took a break for a while.

You have a great gift, Astalli, you speak your mind...

It's no skin off your back, the Chinaman isn't after you...

He got a life sentence because of my testimony.

Don't take it like that, I'm just saying a rest might be a good idea...

Hello? Hello, Tanzi?

Find out what's happening.

Don't move.

The Chinaman sent me, he doesn't get his hands dirty for an asshole like you.

Go to hell!

What's going on? Someone call the police!

'Former Inspector Tanzi murdered by two hitmen'

'Morgue'

- Any new leads in the case, Inspector? - No, nothing.

- One more question, when's the funeral? - There won't be a funeral...

Tanzi's body will be taken to Soriano Nel Cimino and buried in the family tomb.

If you'll excuse me, I'm very busy.

- Here's your newspaper, Chinaman. - Have a seat.

'Former Inspector Tanzi Murdered The investigation continues'

Investigation, my ass! Dario, come here.

You did well...

Look at this, I want to know if you think I've been ripped off...

Do they look like cheap fakes to you?

These aren't fakes. They're real diamonds!

- Really? - They're great.

- We did a good job. - Sure you did a good job.

And I'll show you how much I appreciate it...

Give it to your broad. You give it to your wife.

- Holy shit! - It looks great!

Salvatore, you didn't do a damned thing, here...

If you behave properly you'll get one as well next time.

Di Maggio's here.

Listen, Dario, I brought a bottle of French champagne, it should be cold now...

Bring some clean glasses as well.

- Hello, Chinaman. - Hello.

Isn't it a little risky hanging out with police looking for you?

No, just as long as you weren't tailed there's no problem.

Speaking of tail, after three years, how are you making out?

What do you care? Let's talk business...

- Want one? - No, thanks.

Let's talk business.

I heard you want to go into business with me?

You heard right.

- Do you know lawyer Marchetti? - I've heard a lot about you.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

Of course you've heard about the Chinaman...

When they caught him, he kept his mouth shut...

And he didn't betray his friends.

You did well, and I trust you like a brother...

You don't forget these things.

Talking of brothers...

That's why I asked you to come here...

Because it only seems fair that when two brothers love each other...

They split their business fifty percent.

- You're kidding. - No, I'm not kidding...

- It's a good sign. - Tell me something serious.

We'll unite our forces. What do you say?

Fifty - Fifty.

Twenty.

You're a tough one...

Let's make it thirty.

Yes, okay.

Cheers.

'Customs'

- Seems like a waste of time to me. - You can think what you like...

But I assure you it's better for everyone this way.

Take it, it's for that blue 128 (Fiat)

When you get to Geneva, speak to Steiner, he knows you're coming.

Thanks, Astalli...

Even if it is absurd that I'm the one running away like a thief.

Forget about the Chinaman, forget about everything, and have a nice holiday.

Can you move your car. It's illegally parked.

- What time is the first train to Rome? - At nine fifteen, the fast service.

- Anyone around? - I'll be right there.

- Can I help you? - I need to buy a present for my teacher...

- I heard you have some good prints. - We're interested in the old stuff.

- Where's the money? - There's no money here.

Where's the money? Asshole!

Come on, tell us...

We know you withdrew 2000 lira from the bank this morning.

- Hand it over or he'll cut you! - It's there, behind the curtain.

Keep an eye on him, Cappuccino. This won't take long.

Uncle!

- What did they do to you? - Leonardo!

- Drink this. - Thanks.

- Then you... - I told you last night...

My death was just a hoax. Shall I call a doctor?

No, I'm better now. You know, they stole all my money...

They've ruined me, Leonardo. I needed that money to pay the mortgage...

- They've ruined me! - Would you recognise them?

I don't know, those sons of bitches all look alike.

Wait, one of them was called Cappuccino, it might be his nickname.

- See you later. - Bye.

- Good evening. - What can I do for you?

- A room with a bathroom. - A room... Let's get something straight...

No women allowed, no mess, no shooting up, and no eating in your room...

I don't give a fuck about the rest, as long you pay.

- You don't waste words. - Precisely.

You're a pretty one.

Save it for someone else, blue eyes, there's one more rule...

You pay in advance here, that means now.

A whiskey.

- Listen, have you seen Cappuccino? - Yes, this morning and I drank it!

That's a good one!

- I'll show you, you slut! - Leave me alone, Nicola, don't touch me!

Shut up, fool. Be quiet or I'll bust your jaw!

Come on, let's go. Nicola will teach you to be smart...

Talking bullshit.

You like hitting women, don't you?

- Is he your friend? - Yes.

Look out!

- Let's go. - No, you should get out of here...

- Otherwise he'll kill me. - You don't have to go with him.

Then where do I go? I'm not going back to Milan...

I'm broke, I need a place to sleep, some food.

I'll take care of that. Come on.

Here, have a look...

- See those marks on the shell? - Yes, well?

- They were fired from two different guns. - Commissioner, it's for you.

- This is Astalli, who's speaking? - Tanzi.

- Where the hell are you? - I'm in Lausanne...

Listen, do you have any news about our friend?

- I'm busting my balls here. - You'd better not come back to Milan...

The Chinaman is still at large. Not only that...

- Seems he's moving up in the world. - Yes?

Yes, my informants tell me he's working for Di Maggio now.

- Who? Di Maggio? - Yes, Di Maggio, an Italo-American...

- Drugs, strip joints, extortion... - Listen...

- It all goes through him. - I understand...

I feel sorry for you, it's your problem this time.

Just keep me informed. I'm staying at the London Hotel.

- In Lausanne? - Yes, in Lausanne.

Bye.

Listen...

Trace this call.

- Where were we? - This confirms my hypothesis...

- That there were two guns at the scene. - Excuse me.

- This is Astalli. - The call came from a hotel in Lausanne.

In Lausanne? That's impossible, look...

Yes, Inspector, Lausanne, Switzerland.

Yes, thank you, okay.

How much did this bastard steal from us?

Nine million... Nine million, four hundred thousand.

Nine million.

Nine million.

Very well.

A million for each ball seems fair to me. What do you say, asshole?

Does that seem fair?

Mr. Di Maggio... One of the Chinaman's men is here.

Come here.

You might like to see what happens to anyone who tries to screw Di Maggio.

What do you think?

What a shot!

- I'm waiting. - I brought the protection money.

Good. How much is it?

I don't know.

Are you fucking with me? I always looked in the bags.

- 18,750,000 - That's better.

- Can I go? - Hold on a second, there's no hurry.

My accountant has a little job for the Chinaman.

We're down a few million this month because someone didn't want to pay...

- His name is Natali. - He's making things very difficult...

It's incredible, I protect those bastards and this is how they repay me...

- Stabbing me in the back - Natali? I'll tell the Chinaman.

Good, tell the Chinaman...

He knows what to do.

Dick, Schultz...

Come on!

You'd better get out of here.

I've had enough of those leeches. I'm not paying them another dime.

Yes... No, let me finish...

No, I understand, you're worried they'll burn your fur coats...

Just do what I do, don't pay them.

Good, and tell your husband to buy himself a gun and some ammo.