Angel of Evil (Vallanzasca : Gli angeli del male) (Vallanzasca - Gli angeli del male)

"WHEN GOD HANDS YOU A GIFT, HE ALSO HANDS YOU A WHIP;

AND THE WHIP IS INTENDED SOLELY FOR SELF-FLAGELLATlON."

TRUMAN CAPOTE

Hey, Vallanzasca, get moving!

Wait, l've got hot water for once! Damn!

Yeah, you're using it all up. Now, stop. Come on!

Hands off, dickhead!

How many times have l told you to speak proper ltalian to me?

Don't speak slang to me. Get it, dickhead?

Let's go.

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ARlANO IRPlNO 1 981

Vallanzasca Renato.

Number 38529-H.

Born in Milan on May 4th, 1 950.

It may sound strange to you, but I never could stand bullies...

...not even as a kid.

In fact, my first job was freeing the circus animals.

You can't leave a tiger caged up like that.

My first gang was made up of Antonella...

...my little sister from Naples who lived upstairs from me...

...Enzo, a braggart even at that age...

...and Giorgio, an altar boy who later entered the seminary.

I almost forgot, there was Faustino too.

They nailed me for that tiger.

It was Giorgio's fault. He blabbed during confession.

All in all, reform school wasn't so bad.

It was good training for my future career.

Then we started doing our first jobs.

Heaters, irons, household items, soccer balls...

...all stuff we'd keep in our secret clubhouse...

...and then sell at a cheap price around the neighborhood.

This heater's nice. I'm interested. But are you sure it works?

Yes, ma'am, it does. It does.

Kids grew up fast in those days.

So many things happened. Small things, big things.

That day, for example, was a tough one.

Ennio was my brother, a god to me...

...the only person I really listened to.

His wife had died the week before. They said he had killed her.

They said it was my first step towards what I would become.

But I'm not so sure.

Hey! Dipshit! Listen to me!

Some are born cockroaches.

Dipshit!

Others scientists.

You bastard and your whoring mother--

Some are clerks, some Mother Teresa of Calcutta.

These guys in front of me, for example...

...were born to be guards.

And me, I was born to be a thief.

Angels of Evil

-Mr. Taxi, they let you out! -Hi, Pino.

GIAMBELLlNO DISTRICT, MlLAN 1 972

Pino, still stealing cheese?

-Who told you? -You fucking stink.

-Take a shower after work! -Leave me alone!

-Hi, Renato! -Hey!

Hi, Renatino!

Hey, Renato. This is a friend of mine.

You treat yourself well!

Am l supposed to drink your backwash? Fuck, order something!

A drink!

-Hey! A drink for Renato! Come on! -Well?

See that brunette?

I had her come just for you, Renatino.

Only dances with girls and hasn't put out for anyone.

The Calabrian?

Nothing to it, watch this.

Careful, Renato, she'll make you look like an idiot.

What's your name?

He'll screw her. Renato's great.

Come with me, I'll show you something really nice.

Let me in.

Sure, Renatino.

Strip.

I want you naked before this cigarette burns out.

No, I'm not up for it.

Baby...

...my cigarette's almost out.

What are you playing at?

I saw how you were looking at me.

-Take it off. -Stop. You'll tear it!

Stay put. l'll do it myself.

See? That's it.

Good girl.

Give them to me. Fuck, what class!

Spit out your gum.

Wait, before you put it in, put the money on the table.

You know what? You broke my balls.

You made me go soft.

Like l'd waste my time with a fucking Zulu like you, goddamn it!

Wait!

What do you want?

Give them back.

Know what l think?

You and I can be friends.

Know what l think? You're one smart cookie.

-Come on, take the money. No lip. -All right.

What are you doing? Give it here.

I'll throw in the bombs, but no less than a grand.

Take this now and l'll give you the rest next week.

-Pull the safety or it won't fire. -l know.

-l don't have a girlfriend, you know? -lt doesn't work.

-What's wrong? -That dickhead put a hole in my foot!

Christ, fuck, don't touch it! What the fuck did you do?

Stay calm! Don't move!

I knew it.

I'm a dickhead because l knew it.

I swear l knew it.

You play with a submachine gun like a couple of idiots.

Fuck! Look at the blood, Renato.

Shut up. Get that shoe off.

You won't bleed to death.

Come on. Use your scarf, tie it here.

You two.

Weapons aren't for shooting, weapons are for scaring.

You understand?

When it's time to shoot, you have to be good.

Okay?

"Good" meaning what?

Meaning there's no turning back.

-How's your foot? -lt fucking hurts.

Did you use my salve?

What salve, Renato? I lost a toe!

Be careful, those guys overdo it with that stuff, understand?

Be careful yourself. What if he'd hit your pecker?

There.

Slam into him good. Go.

Open.

Give me the keys to the back. Come on, the keys to the back!

The keys to the back, shit!

Give him the fucking keys!

Come on! Fast! Hurry, Enzo!

Fucking moron, give me those keys or I'll shoot you!

Pull those keys out! Come here.

You dickhead, give me the keys!

-Pull those fucking keys out! -Fuck, give us the keys!

Hey, guys, here!

Come here with that car!

Watch out! Watch out!

The engine got flooded! Fuck, it doesn't start!

Fuck, what did you do?

Take off! Fuck, the cops! Push it! Push it!

Listen to me. You get offended.

You get offended, but you shouldn't.

I said, you bought that suit in a department store, it shows.

Stop, Renato! You're boring.

Excuse me, see this? You can tell by the buttons, by the lapels.

By the buttons, by the lapels. Beautiful, yes.

You can see this is a tailor-made suit. Are you fucking joking?

It's from Florence!

This is the future, it's from New Zealand.

It's a new kind of wool.

Yeah, New Guinea!

Listen to who's talking!

Hey, that's Francis Turatello.

Did you see? lt's him, all right.

Listen to me. See my shoes?

-Renato, it's Francis Turatello! -l know. l saw him. So?

That's Ciccio Banana!

If he hears you call him that, you're fucked.

I asked for champagne an hour ago.

Come here.

I asked for champagne over an hour ago. Do I need to make a written request?

A little patience.

Patience, my foot!

You go around the tables...

...wagging your tail for big shots.

-Who are those guys? -They're from the outskirts of the city.

They look cocky. They're in the wrong place.

All right. We don't care, do we?

As usual, right, Francis?

Get that fucking champagne! Please. Be a good boy. We're thirsty.

-Like it? -Yes, yes. l love it.

Good.

Fuck, that's Antonella!

-Where? -There!

-That's not Antonella. -lt is!

Fuck, that's Antonella.

Antonella!

-Enzo, Renato? -Antonella!

-Excuse me. -Make it fast.

Oh, my gosh!

Little sister! You've bloomed!

Come off it!

-Hi, dummies! -Let me hug you!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing, sitting with the big shots?

I have nice friends! What do you think?

I got married, I opened a shop on Montenapoleone.

You do Francis' hair too?

I do. Who's this pretty girl?

My woman.

-Hi. Antonella, a pleasure. -Consuelo.

She's my little sister. We grew up together.

Me, her and this jerk were always together.

She used to give me the pieces of cheese she stole at the dairy.

Do you like it? You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy.

-Come on top of me. -All right.