The Perfect Dinner (La cena perfetta)

So?

No, not at all.

I can add mushrooms, ham, anchovies.

- No, no... - Oh well.

Peppe, could you bake this?

Yes, Carmine.

I wanted to make a pizza for the princess. It's our first date.

Sure thing, Carmine.

AN ITALIAN GOURMET CRIME STORY

Why does he let you make pizza?

Eh, because this place is ours.

I convinced Pasquale to buy it, so it became our headquarters.

- Pasquale? The Scimitar? - Yeah.

The man who commands half of Naples.

Do you really know him?

Of course I know him.

Ever since a guard tried to shoot him

and my father stood in front of him to protect him.

May he rest in peace.

From that moment on, he never takes a step without me.

It seems to me that he's taking steps without you.

Eat your pizza, I'll be right back.

What is it, Raffael?

Pasquale is acting crazy.

Go...

- Hey Carmine, good to see you. - What happened?

I came here to fix some things with that asshole, Guiliano. You?

- Is he in trouble? - Yeah, he ran away

with my 300 thousand euros.

I know where he is,

and I know he's your friend, that's why I didn't tell you anything.

Friend or not, if he did something, he'll pay for it.

I want to be there, at least this one time...

All right...

What's this moron going to do?

But you don't go in... You wait inside the car.

And check that he doesn't escape from the back.

I'll just stay guard?

Carmine, you're not made for these things...

I know you, you're too good.

You don't trust me, do you?

You want in?

All right, show me what you got.

Jessica!

We'll finish up next time,

- I've got to go. - Yeah.

Hey Carmine, stay sharp.

Salvador, you go in from the back.

Raffael, you come with me.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I want a sandwich with a... With sausage, please.

Do you want broccoli?

No, I'm good.

Sausage only.

And a beer, please.

- Bye. - See you later.

They left you by yourself?

- Stop! - I thought we were friends.

- The gun! Damn it! - You're an idiot!

Giuliano! Hey! Stop right there!

Come here...

Are you really going to shoot me?

Huh?

We've known each other since we played with toy cars.

Fuck the toy cars, Giuliano!

You stole from Pasquale, what'd you think was going to happen?!

I didn't steal anything...

What's in the bag?

Why does that matter? I earned it.

It's Pasquale who takes everything for himself.

I've always paid on time, always!

He wants to keep my block.

And you want me to shoot me?!

Leave the bag, Giuliano.

Hurry up!

And if I disappear?

Go on, then...

- Bye! - Run away, now!

Bye!

Who's shooting?

Move!

What happened?

What happened?

Does he speak? What the fuck happened?

Eh, I had Giuliano in front of me...

We started talking, and...

I told him to go.

You know I'm fond of him...

I thought you were actually friends.

When we were little, you took us to the park, we played ball...

You were four years old, four!

Do you understand what he did?

He stole my 300 thousand euros and ran away.

How many times have I told you?

Business and feelings never mix!

Get that straight in your head.

- I was wrong. - Yes, you were.

- And you'll pay for it. - Right.

Like everyone else.

Go wait for me outside.

I said to wait for me outside. Go.

Do you understand what mess you got me in?

What did I tell you? You are not suited for these things.

And instead of listening to me, you insisted!

I wanted to show you that I could do it, Pasquale.

- If you give me a chance, I... - What chance?

What chance do you want, Carmine?!

You slow me down, and I can't afford it.

You have to get out of here!

Far away...

Go where?

I'll take care of it.

You'll go to Rome.

Rome?

Pasquale, what am I going to do up there in Rome?

My family is here, next to you, give me something here, not in Rome...

You will do as I say.

It's a job for you.

Don't you like it?

- Walk, asshole. - Downtown, a restaurant.

Why are you giving me that look?

No...

You'll own a restaurant.

- I'll be the owner? - Only by law, though.

Write your initials on each page.

It's just that, you have a lot of jobs,

what do you need in a restaurant in Rome?

It's not really a restaurant, it's... It's a laundry.

We'll send you cash every week and you stamp receipts

for the amount we sent you.

Then, you'll go to the bank and deposit that same cash.

All clean, huh?

And I hold onto it until Monday?

We got you a house with a special safe.

But, if it works as a restaurant, what do I serve the customers?

You can give them shit, for all I care.

Just don't give yourself away with what's really going on.

Carmine...

Carmine, all of this...

I do it for your father, the man who saved my life.

But now, you and I are square.

If you do some bullshit, then what has to happen, happens.

And this time, I'll take care of it on my own!

Understood?

Carmine, you don't have to do anything in this job.

So my question is: "can you do nothing?"

- Excuse me. - Yeah.

Where's the fucking stove?

There is none, no cooking, they said.

I have to fetch the frozen food in the morning,

and then defrost it with these microwaves.

And who the fuck are you?

I'm... I'm the cook.

But under the circumstances, I'm the defroster.

That's more realistic.

Rosario, my pleasure.

Carmine.

Are you... Are you the boss here?

- Okay. - Okay.

Listen, Robberto!

- Rosario! - Rosario.

When are you going to pick up the frozen food?

I'm going to pick them up at ten.

And where do we store it?

In the freezing compartment.

Come, I'll show you.

It just got here, you see...

Yeah, yeah, close it, it's cold.

So, we'll open tomorrow.

Everything must work like a Swiss watch,

because the more things work, the less I need to be here.

- Okay? - Okay.

Yeah, there... Move right.

There you go, go like this, go... Turn a little bit.

Get it up, up, up.

And stop!

What do you want?

Fuck off!

Look at this...

Come on, then...

- Greetings. - Hello.

Telephone answering service...

And open up!

The door!

That bitch.

As you can see, I cleaned them all, from the first to the last euro.

Bravo...

There's more coming, Carmine.

Can you handle it?

Sure.

- Mr. Carmine! -¿Yes?

There is a problem with a table.

I'll come back, Vincenzo

It's not edible... Look, you'll feel ill!

- Don't eat these things! - What's going on?

- Please, can I talk to someone? - Calm down, please...

I'll take care of it.

- What happened? - Are you the manager?

Yes.

Congratulations. Excellent. Do you call this carbonara?