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We heard of your loss, condolences.

Thank you.

You must come with us now.

- Where?

- To Manfredi.

So he can explain everything.

What?

Why your father decided to f*** off.

How dare you speak to me like that?

Do I know you?

Calm down.

- Don't you know who Manfredi is?

- No, no idea.

Your father knew him well,

they were in business.

He's my uncle,

we have the same last name,

Anacleti.

Excuse me, let's talk about this

some other time, tomorrow...

No, not tomorrow, today,

believe me, it's better.

That person wants to talk to you,

I wasn't able to send him away.

How are you, Mr. Malgradi?

Everything okay?

Excuse me, who are you?

We saw each other last night.

Wanna talk about it

in front of everyone?

No.

Come with me.

From now on, you and your playmates

get your coke from me

and your hookers too,

you gotta get them from me too.

And,

seein' you got dealings all over,

let me cash-in on something.

What dealings? Cash-in... what?

I'm not a businessman,

I'm a politician.

Exactly, what the f***

do you think I'm saying?

Politicians eat

and you gotta let me eat too

or I'll go to the cops

and tell them everything.

I understand.

How much? I'll find a way

to get it to you.

You don't see, I want you

to get me in with the right people,

you decide.

Relax, I'll give you time.

I know you're worried,

killing a minor with overdose

doesn't happen every day.

I didn't kill anyone.

You have one day,

I'll be back tomorrow.

Hello.

Do you know why

your father killed himself?

No, I don't.

Debts.

A mountain of debts,

with us.

Things weren't going well

for him lately.

I know he had a tough period

two years ago.

That continued

and we took on all his debts,

we're talking millions.

So, everything he had is ours.

He passed on early

and we want our investment back.

My friend, when the fat runs out,

you get what you can, even the

nerves, right down to the bone.

Get my drift?

Too bad nothing's in my name,

or I could have...

We're off to a bad start.

How about the villa

where you organize parties?

No, it's in the company name,

all I have is stock.

The majority of share,

so, it's yours.

Not exactly...

I'll give you a week

to hand over the villa,

the house, car and all

the small change you can scrape up.

I'm furious with your father,

so, if you don't go, I'll chop

your leg off, put it in the fridge

and give it back

when you bring me the money.

Scabbre...

I need a hand, you have to help me.

- You asking me?

- Yes, only you.

I had a visit from a guy,

who needs to be taught

certain things can't be done.

Who is it?

A scab.

I'm listening.

Hi, Dagger.

Hi, you scared me.

The devil himself can't scare you!

Wait a minute.

The politician complained.

The f*** you're doing going

to his office in front of everyone?

- It's none of your f***ing business.

- It's not done.

We treat those people different.

What do you want?

Are you his butler?

Why didn't he come directly to me?

Same reason your brother didn't go

and sent you.

Manfredi doesn't even know I saw him,

this is my own deal.

Politics aren't your thing,

forget it.

And who's thing is it, yours?

Sorry but you gotta make room for me,

I'm sittin' at this table too.

Why do you touch your dick

when you talk? Got the clap?

- Maybe you do.

- Don't f*** me around.

Who knows, maybe so.

Manfredi's right, when he says the

Atlantic separates you and your pa.

Your brother doesn't even know

where the Atlantic is, Dagger.

So, I'll tell him you'll be by

to give him a geography test.

- Good!

- Now get the f*** lost!

Manfredi!

Manfredi!

He died next

to the locked door of his car,

a brand new luxury SUV.

Maybe he wanted to run

and was attacked from behind.

Alberto Anacleti is local,

young, he grew up here.

A figure known to police

by his nickname, Dagger.

We're on the south east

side of Rome,

home to many strip clubs.

Forensics is at work

where it happened last night.

The victim is a young man, about 25,

it appears he was stabbed

and for the moment,

the men are working,

but the weapon

still hasn't been found.

Hi, Pippo.

ACCIDENT OR EXECUTION?

Did you read about Roach?

Did you do it?

It was Rome,

it's dangerous even to cross

the street in this f***ing city.

Over time I've learned

to take it easy with the dead,

they're tough to handle.

But it seems you don't know that.

What are you talking about?

What the f*** were you thinking

calling Aureliano Adami

to resolve a matter

involving the Anacleti family?

Manfredi Anacleti is one

of the most badass fucks in Rome.

I didn't call anyone,

I don't know this Aureliano Adami.

- He's called "Number 8".

- I said I don't know him!

I just wanted to scare the idiot

who was blackmailing me,

I spoke to a party colleague

who has contacts...

Why didn't you call me?

I haven't seen

or heard from you in years.

How the f*** did I know

the a**hole would kill him?

How did you find out?

I know lots of things.

So, why are you here?

To give you a hand,

if anyone rubs you wrong,

I'll cover you.

In exchange

I need the Suburban Renewal Law.

It's on its way.

With the amendment

for the Ostia beaches?

- No, that still...

- Vote it with the amendment.

- You're on the committee, right?

- Yes, but I can't...

Once again, vote it.

In a few days, your party,

the government... will fall apart.

Rumors, gossip, anyway

I'll ask my party leaders...

Your leaders no longer exist.

If the law passes before the

government falls, meaning days,

Santa Claus will bring your

foundation a couple of million.

Just push the law in the Chamber,

get back the defector votes...

Cuts are in the air, how can I?

If it's money you need, no problem,

we can buy anyone.

Just do your part,

I'll deal with the rest.

Got it?

Yes.

Say:
"Okay!"

Okay.

Who was the girl that night?

Who do you think she is? A hooker.

Where does she live?

No, wait...

She's the only witness.

No!

She won't talk, won't say a thing.

This is absurd! Couldn't we meet

in a more discreet place?

- I feel safer here.

- What's that mean?

- I'm scared of you.

- Of me?

You ordered Dagger killed?

How can you even think that?

I know loads of things about you.

I've got everything:

photos, videos...

I filmed you when you slept,

when you did drugs.

If anything happens to me,

I'll ruin you. You can't touch me!

I didn't ask anyone to kill Dagger,

it was the mistake of an a**hole

from Ostia called "Number 8",

what you don't understand

is that someone much worse

might come after you.

From now on, don't talk about me

and I won't talk about you,

it's convenient for both of us.

You have to go now.

Don't go back home.

Hear me?

Don't go home.

- Seba...

- Ninni!

You have to help me, I'm in trouble.

No, please,

you don't know the mess I'm in.

- I know.

- Really, please...

Please, I can't go home, I'm scared.

Can I stay with you?

Just for tonight!

That old guy is the great Samurai?

And he goes around alone?

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