Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #8

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- Alright.

- Where are we going?

- To that beautiful villa.

Alright, but whose villa is it?

Dunno. Let's go in and we'll see.

But there's a party. How shall we go in?

Should a gypsy bother?

- We'll go in, some way or another.

- Let's go in. I'm starving.

And I have to sh*t. Hurry up.

Hold on tightly.

Hey, hi!

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Who are the landlords?

- Those gentlemen down there...

- I see. - ...near the

fireplace. - Thanks.

- Come on! Act naturally.

- Alright. Let's go.

After you.

Nice p*ssy!

Good evening! Here we are!

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Thank you for coming.

- Rossella, can I introduce...

- Introduce me to Rossella?

Rossella, how are you?

- Melandri. - You look

great. - Nice to meet you.

- May I introduce you to architect Melandri?

- Very pleased.

- Mr. Perozzi, he's a journalist.

- My regards.

- Count Mascetti.

- Madam, the supercazzola.

- And commander Necchi.

- How do you do.

We were at the NATO and

thought we wouldn't make it.

Luckily enough, we freed

ourselves and here we are.

Of course, you did the right

thing. Would you like a drink?

- Thanks!

- Would you take care of it, Mario?

Not at all! We'll help ourselves.

- As if it were antani.

- Excuse me, dear.

By your leave.

- Anything good to eat?

- But who are they?

- I have no idea.

- Who are they?

Damn it!

Oh!

[What is genius?]

[It's imagination, intuition,

resolution and quickness.]

Come here, cutie.

Alright. Wait, okay?

Here. Good boy! Cute boy! Come here!

Good boy! Like that!

- Where's my glass?

- Up there.

Madam, come! Soon!

Puccetto, the child! Come

and see what he has done!

Oh, God! Mario, run!

But what happened?

Look! Look!

Mario, look!

- But it's monstrous!

- Poor Puccetto. And he isn't done yet!

- Hurry up, Mario. Call the doctor.

- Yes, yes.

[You can't imagine what

a precious friend...]

[...Necchi is. Especially

in difficult times.]

"Annabelle, the hot model".

At the Modern they're putting on:

"Nothing butt serious", with Maronelli.

And at the Mazzini?

"Nuns rock, first they convert

you, then they jerk your...

F*** you!

[we were in a state

of deep depression...]

[...and it was Necchi who made us

confident again, thanks to a discovery.]

[An old pensioner, hateful, with

greedy and suspicious eyes...]

[...started going to his bar.]

- How much did you bet?

- A hundred liras.

Well, do you agree?

See how many he eats.

That makes five.

And now wait and see.

How many?

- One.

- Exactly.

- Kick him out.

- No way! Too much work.

So? Whose turn is it?

What do you mean? I

said a hundred liras.

- A hundred liras...

- Who sees?

- How many cards did you pick?

- Three cards. A hundred liras.

- I have to think about it! A game is a game.

- And you're a ball breaker!

Did you say a hundred thousand?

- Yes. A hundred thousand.

- That's not enough. Three hundred thousand!

- I say a million.

- I see the million.

I'll jump at it. One and

four millions makes five.

- I see.

- I pass.

Don't think I'm ruthless. Three seven.

You owed me ten million.

Now you only owe me...

Five and one makes six.

I'll sign you a check.

Bad luck, guys. Undercover cop.

The one who's pretending

to watch the postcards.

- And the one who's having coffee.

- Hurry!

- Let's sneak out the backdoor.

- It could be guarded.

- I'll go and check!

- Don't move. Stay calm.

You too! Don't turn around.

There's a police car.

What about the stuff?

- What? You wanna leave it on the table?

- Here, what the hell!

Be quiet!

Now, you'll go out...

...as if you were a regular

client and wait for us in the park.

Wait for us to get there.

- Hurry!

- But what is it?

It's sugar! What do you

think? Away! Away! Run!

- Cautious! -

But self-assured!

Yes.

Oh! Whistle!

Good.

What a jerk!

Indeed!

- Shall we go?

- Let's go!

Curiosity killed the cat. Give it back.

I think I have the right to know...

- Give it back!

- You know too much already.

- Piss off!

- Why should I?

Piss off, change bar,

don't show up anymore. Away!

Away! Or I'll throw you into the Arno!

- That old man will never recover.

- True.

[Therefore, two evenings later,

it was a celestial music...]

[...we heard when...]

Sugar, was it?

The door.

What do you want?

- Nothing.

- And why did you come back?

To blackmail us!

Blackmail you? No! What are you saying!

I just thought maybe I

could make some money...

How?

Don't know. Doing what I did

the other night, for example.

Yes, because I have a clean record,

I used to be a post office clerk.

I'm beyond suspicion.

- And I'm not scared.

- We believe you.

He's evil-eyed for sure!

Wicked!

Meeting.

It's a heavy responsibility.

We'll bring you to the boss.

To whom?

The boss. The chief.

Only he can make similar decisions.

- Call him and ask if we can go there.

- Token.

Ask the "Redhead".

- Wait! The password had been changed.

- Has it? What is it?

Now it is:
"Jump the

ditch steadily..."

"...with her purse walks the lady".

Wow... Okay.

...Walks the lady.

Hood off!

But he's a doctor!

- Shut up!

- Shh!

He's a world-famous professor.

And he's just a local boss!

No one knows who's above him.

The organization is a pyramid.

No one knows who's at the top.

- What's your name?

- Righi Niccol.

AKA?

AKA nothing. Righi Niccol.

- Do you have a good memory?

- Yes.

How does the lady walk?

With her purse.

- And how do you jump the ditch?

- Steadily.

Let's try him.

- Hood on!

- Come on! Down!

Ouch!

- Quiet!

- Don't move!

- Quiet!

- Yes, but I've knocked my nose again.

- Don't answer.

- Here is the florist.

- Who's going in?

- I am. - Okay.

- Come with me.

- Alright.

- It's "okay"!

- Sure. Okay.

We'll wait here, the

engine will be started.

- Hurry! Walk by my side.

- Okay!

What am I supposed to do?

No questions. You'll be on

the lookout. I'll go inside.

Stop!

Wait a moment.

What was the password? I can't remember.

- The lady opens the purse...

- No no no!

With the purse walks the lady!

Ah! But wasn't there a ditch too?

Yes, you jump the ditch steadily.

I see! However there was a ditch.

- Please, keep your eyes open.

- Yes.

Me?

What's the f***ing password again?

- The lady jumps the ditch...

- No! What the hell!

- No. The lady jumps in the ditch with...

- Look!

Okay, I'm going to write it down.

- Dictate it!

- But are you crazy to write down the password?

- What are they doing?

- Next time I'm going!

No, we'll toss.

- I feel better now.

- But what if they catch you and find it out?

First rule:
if the police

arrives, swallow the sheet. Clear?

Come on! On the lookout and shut up.

But this isn't number 171 bis!

- No. It's nr. 126!

- Be careful, what the hell!

Me? How can you still be in the gang!

[At the end of that day...]

[which was devoted to the contacts with the net,

the suppliers, the inside men, the distributors...]

[...we went for our booty.]

[Mr. Pettinelli had prepared it...]

[...he supplies dyestuff, paper sh*t...]

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