Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #9

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[...in short, things to have fun with.]

- Good evening. - Hi. Is

the stuff ready? - Yes.

Shh!

- Hi!

- Hi!

The police! There's a police car!

To the right! Headlights off!

- And the password must disappear!

- Good, Righi!

- Swallow!

- Well!

Why me? He's the one who wrote it down!

I already have a chewing-gum in my mouth.

And since when should I eat leftovers?

For you.

For you.

For you.

For me.

For you.

For you.

For you. For me.

The last million...

...is for me...

...because I'm the

boss. Is it all right?

- How about a coffee? Righi?

- No!

Then, I declare the meeting closed.

# Beautiful daughter of

love. Plon plon plon. #

Twenty thousand per score?

At least tell me how I went.

How did the noob go?

Not bad, for a first timer.

What? How dare you say "not bad"?

Something against Fox's Paw?

Do you call him Fox's Paw?

Yes, why?

Righi, what have I

done to you? I love you.

Don't make me speak, please!

If you've got something

to say, spit it out.

What has he done?

Nevermind. Forget it.

My friend, in this

field money is easy...

...but to behave well is difficult,

and we pay for our mistakes.

So? Shall we keep him or kill him?

Let's ask the boss. The

decision is only up to him.

Hood off!

Then, boss?

Better alive. One more gun is better.

The Marseillaise are back.

Damn it! I knew it.

Right when we were

starting with the province.

They don't joke.

Guys...

...hold on. Starting

tomorrow, the province is ours.

This is the good time

to definitely slash them.

But who?

Didn't you hear? The Marseillaise!

Our enemies. They're tough ones.

- Like marble.

- Merciless.

- For you. To repay you for the danger.

- Okay, boss.

- For you and for you.

- No problem, boss.

And for you...

...this!

Try to deserve it.

Next time you'll also get part of

the booty, if you're still alive.

- Good luck! -

Hood on! - Yes.

No, Titti, not even tonight.

Nope. Why? Because I'm busy, no?

Yes, yes, I have to beat the province.

I don't know. I don't know till when.

Titti, when a man is

busy, he's busy, alright?

Oh, Titti! Hey, Titti!

- Come on, Fox's Paw!

- Yes, boss.

In the river! No, not that one...

- the waterproof one, Paw!

- I know...

... but they look the

same, one white, one black.

- Here, Fox's Paw.

- Where are you going?

- I need to piss!

- No pissing on duty!

Is the booty there?

Mission accomplished! 85 millions.

- You can go, Righi!

- At last.

And we fooled up the Marseillaise.

- Run, the Marseillaise!

- Not now!

Away, away, soon, there's

no time to lose, away, go!

Down, stay down! But what

are you doing, you're all wet!

Yes, he pissed himself, the pig!

There was no time!

That's called "fear".

Move away, you're disgusting!

Cover up! Heads down!

- Run, they'll catch us!

- I can't drive any faster!

Down, down, stay down!

Ouch! Am I the only one to stay down?

You've seen how dangerous they are!

And then, we are lost

souls, hardened criminals.

but you, starting drug dealing...

...at your age.

- Drugs kill.

Our inside men also

sell it to the minor.

I don't care.

They give it to school children.

My conscience is clear.

I just obey the orders.

Nothing more. And then,

you say it's drugs...

Maybe... But to me, it's sugar!

Yes, he's right.

That's the way to be: disgusting,

cynical. Like this old fart here.

- Ruthless, like him.

- Yes, yes, yes, boss...

...let's share the booty, and enjoy it!

Well, this time there's

five of us to share the cake.

You deserved your piece.

Well, it was about time! You've

shared the cake for 25 days now...

...and I haven't seen anything.

You shared 312 million...

...and I didn't even get a cent!

Oh, dam' it, they've tricked us!

The Marseillaise! Sons of a b*tch.

They were faster than us!

What a pity, right when

you would get your share.

I'm really sorry.

You are, huh? That's it, huh?!

The other days there was

and today there isn't!

Yet I've always risked

my life like all of you.

Like you, like him, this

idiot, this imbecile!

The other times you got the

millions, then take them out now!

- I want your share!

- But why?

Why do you treat me so,

why? Me, who have always...

...felt a certain passion for

you. I don't even know why.

You don't know why? He looks

exactly like your poor dad.

Let me see!

Two drops of water!

Yes! That's why:
he's my

poor father's portrait!

Daddy, if I had met you earlier

I wouldn't have come so down!

- Piss off!

- Don't treat me so, dad!

- That's not the way to treat your son.

- Dad!

I'm not your dad! Let go of me.

Do you think I want a stupid

child like you? Go away!

Oh! Dad, you hit my balls!

And now, here! Find another!

We'll never find someone like him!

Stop, Righi! There's

a bond between us now.

Don't force us to kill you!

- Halt!

- You can't break these chains!

But where are you going?

- Where the f*** are you going?

- Shh!

- We're going to the Bridge of Migliaccio.

- Of Migliaccio?

- But the film starts at ten!

- Who cares about the film?

Don't you understand I'm responsible...

...for the Marseillaise?

It's all on my shoulders!

And if you don't

understand, you're a b*tch.

You asked for it, for Heaven's sake.

Go to the cinema, and

also go and f*** yourself!

No, you go there, you f*ggot!

You and all your f*ggot friends.

- Seven!

- Listen to me.

I'll tell you in front of

them, since you're all there.

I haven't seen you for a month.

Not even for lunch or dinner.

Your family doesn't count

anymore, nothing does.

- You say you go out with the old man.

- Yeah!

Maybe. But that's enough! Look,

and I swear it on our baby's grave:

either you stop it or I'll

tell the old man everything!

Understand?

She's joking, I hope.

Is she capable of that?

When she swears on our baby's

grave, she keeps her promises!

Well, guys, it seems I'll

retire and you'll go ahead.

- Alright.

- Not really...

...what the hell! It's easy

for you, who play the boss.

It is! We bring them

hooded up, don't we.

But I'm the most f***ed up of all.

Love, family...

...business... Yes, look here:

...the British Encyclopaedia

gave me the sack...

They said:
"We don't need

you anymore, f*** off".

- And you?

- As regards me...

I'm a bit tired, I don't

sleep anymore. However...

I got it. We're a gang,

yes, but of buffoons.

Alright. Let's call him and

tell him:
" Mr. Righi..."

"...it was a joke. Now our wives..."

"...don't want us to go ahead.

Let's have a drink and that's it".

No. Not that way.

Once we've started it, we

have to end it with a flourish.

Guys, it takes a

Rossinian "crescendo"!

- St. Valentine's massacre.

- Cool!

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

[The night of the massacre

I didn't feel too well...]

[...but everything was ready

and fixed, we couldn't delay...]

[...and I couldn't miss it. That

state of mine and the fact I felt...]

[...my son's eyes on me, inspired me.]

- Luciano!

- What?

Luciano, would you do

me a favour, please?

I feel tired tonight, and I

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