Summer Night with Greek Profile, Almond Eyes and Scent of Basil

A Turkish moon is passing

No, this moon is Hawaiian

But no

This is the moon

Of Shanghai

Dance with me, my love

Sway with me, like this

The moon of Shanghai

Adventure, palms and pearls

And, who knows...

A pirate with a gold earring

What beautiful rhythm

Full of coincidences

Life, like my room

Is not so romantic

But a scarf over the lamp

Can help you

There's a poster on the wall

With palms and the sea

Green and blue

Come on, love, come on

Move your hips, yes

For us, this is the moon of Shanghai

At the moment, Signora Bolk is in flight

personally supervising the recuperation efforts of the pelicans.

Yesterday, a Dutch tanker had a fuel spill

and we, alone, can prevent the danger of pollution.

You'll know our famous ecological fleet. Yes, our pelicans.

It's fantastic. Look, here's one of our babies returning.

With one of those little toys

we can recuperate 90% of the spills in the ocean.

They've prevented some true ecological disasters.

Furthermore, we replace oxygen into the polluted sea

and we dredge and recycle the garbage.

So after years of destruction,

The Bolk, I mean, the lady here,

works to bring back nature.

We are the world's leaders in the ecological sector.

You'll know our slogan:

"Get rich watching over nature."

That, like all the rest,

is the creation of Signora Bolk.

True, she's pushy,

but with character and no fear of risk.

She's mythical...

truly fantastic.

Salvatore Cantalamessa, called "Turi"?

At your service.

FBI, CIA,

Interpol...

I have a project... very delicate, very dangerous.

Practically impossible.

Does that interest you?

Unfortunately, Signora, I'm currently retired.

Why not think about it?

Signora, I know you'll make an economically interesting offer,

but I don't need the money.

Consider me retir...

Consider me un-retired, Signora.

Of course.

So, is that him?

- No. Are you sure? - Very sure, Signora.

I made a very thorough investigation.

I believe it, given all the time you took.

Only the absolute minimum needed, Signora.

Run the tape, please.

Signora, as an expert,

I must permit myself to warn you that this project can't be done.

No? And why not?

Because, Signora...

Signora, it's a criminal project.

The risk is too high.

Not to mention the 30 years in jail.

Excuse me, but,

I hired a military blitz expert

because I want guerilla action.

You sound like a desk clerk.

If I wanted to send a letter, my lawyer would have been enough.

Anyway, as the operational base,

I suggest my little island off the coast of Sardinia.

It's perfect and almost inaccessible.

No doubt, Signora, but how can I say this?

This project can't be done.

Again?

Time is short, Signor Cantalamessa.

Don't make me waste it.

If you don't want to or if you're afraid...

Signora, I'm not afraid of anyone.

Bad, that's very bad.

A little prudence would have helped you physically.

You've lost a few of your pieces.

What happened to your eye?

Nicaragua.

Yep.

The mistake of my explosives expert.

The hand was in Tehran.

An error in calculation... My fault too.

- And the foot... - I don't give a shit.

Let me understand something.

Can you organize a blitz?

Signora, that's my specialty.

But I did it for the government.

So, let's go. We're wasting time.

Just consider me a government!

Get the hell out of here! Fast!

Well, well. The leader of the pack.

Pull him up.

Let's have a look.

That's him?

Well!

It's him? You absolutely sure about that?

Very sure.

This could be very embarrassing if this is some innocent tourist...

Signora, this is Giuseppe Catania...

the brains behind every recent kidnapping in Italy.

He operates out of Sardinia, but he's Sicilian, like me.

With so many Sardinian kidnappers... a Sicilian here?

He moved here 10 years ago... a family schism.

You mean family, family or Family, Family?

Signora... Family.

He's an old-style hood.

He didn't like drugs.

So he moved his operations here and specialized in other work.

And it's him?

It's him, Signora. It's him.

Oh, so many chains.

Are they made by Bulgari?

We found them in his dog kennel.

We didn't want to be obvious and buy them, so we took these.

Yes, this elegance is a bit pretentious.

For a bum, he's too elegant for comfort.

All of his clothes are Valentino,

right down to his shorts!

Oh, excuse me. Down to his "intimates."

What is this?

I have the same scarf in Cortina!

With our money!

Well, Signora,

we have to talk.

Yes, but after 10:00.

- No, it's important that we proceed... - Open the door.

- With maximum speed and organization! - After 10:00!

Well, I'm here. So?

Signora, with this closed circuit,

we can check on him anytime.

Wonderful.

Now we'll have a good laugh.

Such apocalyptic fury!

How sweet!

Learn the joy of being chained.

Turn up the sound, Turi.

Look how he fights.

The idiot's going to hurt himself.

Like a wounded lion.

Now you're a poet, Turi?

"A wounded lion."

Furious shit!

Signora, if you will permit me to speak freely,

as your modest, poetic employee,

I'll begin with that big,

whore of a mother...

I detest vulgarity.

But look how he fights.

- You son of a bitch! - He's crazy.

Good Lord.

He's really crazy. I wish my partners could see him.

Please, Signora,

secrecy is our only insurance.

If you go public, I quit.

Yes, yes. How boring...

- Boring? It's 30 years in jail. - Are you worried?

Me, worried? No, Signora. It would be 30 years for you.

Fine, fine, I understand.

Were you like this in the CIA, always repeating? I get it already!

30 years?

My goodness.

Look at him. He's really a beast.

Will this last long?

You'll see. Two weeks in solitary

will crack his mind.

Anguish enters the cracks, then fear,

then fear gives way to terror.

There have been experimental psychological treatments done.

These are very Freudian methods.

I'm not interested in Freud, that Viennese troublemaker.

So now the police are psychoanalysts too.

Signora, I am not the police.

Besides my degree in International Law,

I am also a psychologist.

That too?

Signora, what's that supposed to mean?

I am a psychologist.

- With that eye? - With this eye, yes.

Okay.

I will be leaving for two weeks.

Is that going to be too much in solitary?

I don't want him to go insane.

Two weeks, Signora. Trust my experience. Give me credit.

Sure, I do. It's very expensive experience.

Psychologist, whatever.