After almost 20 years, a new Mafia war is shaking Sicily.
The death toll rises to five.
All of them affiliated with fugitive mob boss Mariano Suro.
The suspicions fall on the bosses of the Nine Families of the Commission.
Investigators say more murders may occur in the next few hours.
That was the latest news. Now, some good music with Radio Ulna.
This is, "Stormi," by Iosonouncane.
Hey, boss! Can I have 20 euros of gas?
Tell me where Suro is.
For the last time, where is Mariano Suro?
Are you going to talk now? Nod your head.
Tell me where he is or we'll drop you from here!
Where is he?
I guess that's a no.
Where is Mariano Suro?
Tell me where Mariano Suro is!
-Kill me! -What?
-Kill me! -Kill you?
Of course.
What are you doing?
Fuck yeah!
Kill me!
Where are Priscilla and my baby?
She left.
I don't know where she is.
Where is Marianuccio?
She took him.
Please, don't kill me.
The goal was to find Suro,
not this fucking carnage.
-None of his men could even tell us. -No one knew anything.
Palàmita knows.
The problem is that Palàmita is in the hospital.
Don Lillo!
-To what do we owe this honor? -Mimì Starnace.
-Who? The Mason? -You know him?
He's the one who built Suro's bunker.
What the fuck? You motherfuckers!
He knows where Suro is.
Take the gag off.
Let's have a nice chat now.
You and I.
Mario, turn that thing off!
What? You want to butcher him?
Chop him up?
-Aren't we questioning him? -Yes, but not like that.
What were you thinking? That's not the way. Come on, get out.
Get out!
As Don Salvatore used to say, "Get out of here."
My God, I'm sorry for my sins.
I have sinned against You,
whom I should love above all things.
Palàmita, we need to speed things up. You're next.
A NEW MAFIA WAR
Take us to Suro immediately.
The, "Lupara Bianca," issue must be resolved soon.
Are you feeling better? Can you do it?
-Just need the stitches removed. -Good.
We gotta leave before they put you back in prison.
I can't protect you there.
So, the White Shark,
the one who dies in captivity,
the one who wanders around and never stops,
the one who keeps changing homes,
has decided to settle down in a nice place.
And who did he turn to
to build a nice bunker?
Emidio Starnace.
Also known as, "Mimì the Mason."
Will you smoke with me?
You...
Who the fuck are you?
Me? No one.
I'm no one.
No one knows me.
You're the famous one.
You were all over the newspapers.
"Cosa Nostra's Mason."
The one who built the bunker for Don Peppino Sgalambro.
A bunker full of tunnels and secret rooms,
underground halls, escape paths.
Are you really a mason?
See, you... you're an architect.
An engineer.
Listen to me,
you're an artist.
But you're mute.
You don't talk. You don't say a word.
Let's think about the future.
Where does Mimì Starnace see himself ten years from now?
What will you be doing? Picture yourself in the future.
Will you still be digging underground?
Surrounded by worms and bugs?
With all that humidity penetrating your bones. Why?
You already accomplished your masterpiece. Don Peppino Sgalambro's bunker.
You deserve a lot of money. Tons of money.
And with that money,
you'll finally go to a sunny beach and enjoy life.
Would you like some water?
I'll get some for myself.
Marshal, excuse me. Can you come out for a moment?
-What's the problem? -There's no problem.
We're here to take the inmate back to prison.
What? Now?
Palàmita Cataldo Silvio Maria.
-Who decided this? -It's in the warrant.
If you'll excuse us...
-No, wait a moment. -Excuse me.
You can't take him.
The inmate hasn't completely recovered yet.
-The doctor signed off. -Lawyer...
-He still has stitches. -They'll be removed in prison.
Excuse me, the situation is extremely serious.
It's not up to us.
I'm responsible for his safety.
Marshal, we're just doing our job. Let us in.
Hey! Get your hands off me!
Counselor! What happened?
My God. He's bleeding.
See? I told you he hasn't recovered yet.
Scotellaro, we have a Mafia war, we can't tend to prisoner transfers.
Penitentiary Police does that.
He's not just a prisoner. Palàmita is a possible target.
With all due respect, I don't trust Penitentiary Police.
Why? Is there any news? Is he going to speak or not?
So, what then?
You're a pain in the ass just like your brother, you know?
I also have flaws, Commander.
-I can give you two men at the most. -One is enough.
I underestimated you, Mimì.
You don't give a shit about money or living the high life.
The fight against nature in extreme solitude.
Building cities where there used to be swamps and mud.
Mud and swamps, that's what you like.
That's what interests you.
You're also interested in...
secrecy.
You're the only one who knows where your masterpieces are hidden.
I admit, there's a beauty in all of this.
But I wonder, why create beautiful things
if no one will ever know them?
What would the Ninth Symphony be,
if Beethoven had written it only for himself?
If he had played it only on the toilet
without being heard, without leaving the score to anyone?
Why? What would be the point?
I'd like to make a proposal.
You tell us where Suro's bunker is,
and the whole universe will know about your greatness,
your absolute brilliance.
What do you say?
Hey! What the fuck are you doing?
-Looks like it's going well. -Step by step.
-Are you sure you don't... -I'm sure.
We're almost there.
Come here for a second.
Did he talk?
Almost. I'm working on it.
"Working on it."
We'll go and get Palàmita then.
But he's in the hospital.
He'll be transferred at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.
If not for his stitches, he'd have been transferred today.
We said we wouldn't get Palàmita.
-Because he was in the hospital. -He'll be moved tomorrow.
He knows where my father is.
We'll attack the van during the transfer.
He'll have two Special Op officers. Reliable sources.
A piece of cake.
Let's go, guys. Hey! Let's go.
Sure, let's assault a State van!
Yes, sir. We're gonna assault a State van!
Why not?
Because those two poor guys are just doing their job.
They make minimum wage and we shoot them?
I don't know.
We'll just get unwanted attention.
The chance it won't work is too high.
It won't work!
What if a shot goes off and we kill Palàmita?
Who will tell us where Suro is hiding then?
What if one of us gets hurt?
I'm not taking that responsibility!
Why should you take it?
I say, we go and get Palàmita.
One for one. Corinthian democracy and all that.
Give me until tomorrow morning.
If I can get the Mason to talk before 9:00 a.m.
we won't get Palàmita.
All right?
Mimì, maybe you don't get it.
If you don't talk, a lot of people will die.
I know a lot have died already,
but these people are innocent.
This doesn't concern them.
They are people...
I really care about.
You tell me what to do.
Man to man.
I'll get on my knees.
I beg you.
I implore you.
Tell me where Suro is, please.
EMERGENCY ROOM ENTRANCE
Enough, fuck. Enough.
Time's up.
Did you feed the killer whales?
Cleaning service urgently required at the killer whale tank.
Well, Mimì,
what do you say?
Not a fucking word!
Down!
Here you go.
Please!
Lower!
Shit!
-Luvi, at last! -If I don't answer, it means I can't.
-What the fuck's going on? -No, actually, I wanted to apologize.
What for?
-For Casà's trial verdict. -What trial?
The man who pushed his dead mother under the truck.
Lower!
-Should I pull him up? -Wait a minute.
Our autopsy cross-examination was rejected.
Listen, Matteo...
Because he said...
Yes.
He got 15 years due to the incriminating circumstances.
-You did great. Bye. -How great?
Up!
Do you want to tell us something now?
Okay!
I can't understand you!
Speak clearly!
All right, I'll talk!
Pull me up!
Move over. I'm driving.
Don't I know how to drive?
From now on, whatever I say, you stay calm and be quiet.
What are you saying?
Scotellaro speaking. Do you copy?
We're at kilometer 37 on Highway 624.
We ran off the road. We got ambushed.
They've taken the prisoner! Send backup, immediately! Over and out.
-Leo, what the fuck is this? -Take your glasses off.
Why should I take them off?
Sorry about this.
After leaving the Buccheri La Ferla hospital
aboard the van which carried,
-in the rear... -Out!
...prisoner Palàmita Cataldo Silvio Maria.
What the fuck?
We were heading towards the Palermo prison facility,
Ucciardone Calogero Di Bona,
-when... -When.
Nicola, it's your turn now.
Punch me.
What is that? Harder! It has to seem real!
When, at kilometer 37
on Highway 624,
our vehicle got caught in a spike strip.
Spike? How do you spell it?
It's also known as a tire deflation device.
It caused the deflation of the four tires of the vehicle,
and forced Marshal Scotellaro
to make an emergency stop,
which caused a displaced fracture of my nasal septum.
The medical report.
From behind the overpass, six armed individuals appeared
and ordered us to free the prisoner.
After putting him in their car, disappeared in the driving direction.
And you don't trust Penitentiary Police.
Damn it! For fuck's sake!
Scotellaro, I'm screwed and you have nothing to say?
I was the one who arrested Palàmita.
You can't imagine how upset I am.
Those fucking bastards!
Come on, Marshal.
Excuse me.
After these recent events,
I'm still in a state
of intense emotional turmoil.
Do you mind if I take the rest of the day off?
Palàmita will get us to Suro.
Sure he will. Suro's right-hand man gets us to Suro.
And we trust him.
Nicola, there's too much to explain,
so just listen to what I'm saying.
You and I will go down in history.
We'll likely get expelled from the corps. You didn't thank me for helping you.
Thank you.
What? Did you just get excited?
All right, but anyway,
where the fuck is Palàmita?
Damn, counselor.
-I couldn't breathe. -Quickly.
Quickly? Everything hurts.
-Gently, I have stitches. -Gently, but quickly.
Mother of God...
What?
What? I converted, counselor!
Good, your hands will always be joined.
Slowly. Careful. In you go.
You see how they've changed?
We're a real army.
You've changed, Balduccio.
My life has changed, not me.
We'll get him this time.
I've said that once already and it brought bad luck,
-but I'm not superstitious. -He said touching his balls.
You lived in Peru,
and you never had to mourn a loved one.
Why do you hate my father so much?
I'll tell you when I catch him.
We're gonna catch him?
I asked Mario for these. One for you and one for me.
-I don't want you to come. -I'm not missing my father's funeral.
But I definitely want to miss yours.
Come here.
There's a tiny little house
With many little colored windows
And a tiny little woman
With two big eyes for looking
And there's a tiny little man
Who always comes back late from work
He's got a tiny, little hat
With a dream to fulfill inside it
The more he thinks about it
The less he can wait
My love, you don't need to worry
This life is a chain
It hurts sometimes
Look how calm I am
Even going through the woods
With good God's help
Always beware of the wolf
Beware of the wolf
And the two of us lying and making love
In this sea of cicadas
This tiny little love
So big, it seems I can fly
Counselor, I was thinking,
are we really sure we can trust your sister-in-law
to do what we have to do?
After all, with all due respect, she's still a police officer.
-Are we there? -Wait here.
-Hey, where are you? -We're on our way.
Hurry up, I'm here.
-Luvi, is everything all right? -Yes.
No. Listen, you haven't changed your mind, have you?
Of course not. Why should I?
I don't know.
Nino would never do what we're going to do.
"We're the State." All that crap.
What about Nino?
He would have never missed the chance to appear on stage.
What about you?
What the fuck are you saying?
Leo, if you kill him at night, in the middle of nowhere,
nobody will know, nobody will see you.
And nobody will congratulate you on how good you did.
Vanity.
You Scotellaros always get fucked by vanity.
Nino made you a promise and I'm keeping it.
I don't care about what happens next.
I'm going to arrest Suro.
Okay, we're coming.
Well?
What's going on?
We have a problem.
Did she change her mind?
She wants to arrest him.
And the first thing Suro will do
is release the database.
So, I would say you have a big problem.
Thank you for reminding me.
I never think about it.
-What should I do? -What do you want to do?
It's not the first time you blew up a raid.
Am I right?
I think we're not fit for paradise.
Let's recite the, "Act of Contrition."
Carabinieri.
Commander Costardello, please.
-Hey, Leo. -Shut up for a second.
Commander, I can explain.
Tell the prosecutor why you helped a mobster escape.
-No need. -Yes.
No need.
I left my car open. Let me lock it.
There you go, Palàmita. You're free.
It's been a pleasure.
What will you do now?
Pilgrimage to Medjugorje.
Then, we'll see.
You're lucky you believe in something.
Don't worry.
You'll find a way to get rid of the past.
Take care.
Let's go.
Suro is in one of these six farmhouses, but we don't know which one.
There's no air in here.
They told me this place was shit.
-Who's this? -Turn on the AC, Lukaku!
-I'm boiling in here. -It's broken.
Can we stop this? We're not at school.
Wasn't there a bigger place?
I drew it here.
-What scale is it? -I don't know.
I think it's a 1:20 scale.
1:20?
Like a tiny car?
It's not in scale. Can we concentrate?
So...
Suro is in one of these six farmhouses, but we don't know which one.
So, what do we do first?
First of all, we are going to seal the entire area, like this.
We have to attack him on all fronts at the same time.
Cinisi and Calatafimi from here,
Boccadifalco from here. Passo di Rigano from here.
Ciaculli
and Porta Nuova from here.
Everything clear?
I'm not convinced.
Me neither.
Don't you think Suro has devised an escape plan in case of an emergency?
-That's right. -We must thank our consultant for this.
Yeah, your fucking bitch sister.
Because Mariano Suro
has an escape path that is an engineering masterpiece.
It's better than the Pope's in Castel Sant'Angelo.
It's a series of underground tunnels...
that end here, four kilometers away from the farmhouses.
And we want him to go there.
Because we'll be there waiting for him.
I'm not gonna crawl down there like a rat.
-It's stuffy. -It's dangerous.
We will go.
Let's go.
Hold your breath!
Don't breathe!
Mandorla!
What are you doing out here? What's going on?
How did you get out?
You're a real asshole.
My God!
Hey, calm down! It's me!
-You scared the shit out of me! -Sorry, I didn't mean to.
You didn't mean to, but...
Why are you here?
-Whatever, I don't have time. -Wait!
-Don't follow me. -What did I do?
Bye.
I have my dignity, you know?
I gave you a chance.
I welcomed you into my firm like family.
I helped you find passion for work again, and this is how you repay me?
You turned down a case for us and then took it on yourself?
You thought I wouldn't know?
You're a sellout. Is that what I should think?
Think what you want.
This time you won't get away with it! We'll sit down and talk about it now.
I want to know what you know.
Are we still working together or not?
How do you see our future?
What is going to happen to us?
What should I say?
Sorry, it's not you. It's me. We met at a low point in my life.
I had a difficult relationship, and so on.
Thanks for welcoming me. You're a great guy.
Forgive me.
You'll find a better person. You deserve it. Go. Goodbye!
-What was that? -Nothing. What?
-Didn't you hear? -It's the dog.
-The dog's outside. -Another dog.
-Are you kidding me? -No, Matteo!
Sorry, Palàmita.
You're my way of getting rid of the past.
Counselor, fuck off!
Do you know how to remove an arrow?
Scotellaro.
-We're going down in history? Fucker. -Nico, I'm sorry.
Expelled? No, we have to stand trial.
I have a wife and kids at home, not like...
-Forget it. -Not like me.
You're right. I'm alone.
Nobody's life will change if I screw things up.
No, that's not what I meant.
I'll tell them I forced you. I'm sorry.
No, Leo. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm a bit nervous.
We screwed things up together.
Regarding that thing you asked me, I finally got news from Interpol.
Balduccio Remora died of a pulmonary embolism two years ago.
-Shall we go? -Good luck.
Scotellaro, hurry up!
Don't cry, Grandpa's darling! Your milk is almost ready.
See? Mommy woke up.
Leave her.
I just wonder,
how could you lead an armed revolution against your father?
I've always dreamed of a worthy heir and I didn't know I already had one.
-No, Dad. Please, don't kill him. -No, I have to ask him something.
I'm 76 years old.
I have someone else's kidney in my left side.
I have a herniated disc that is killing my back.
During the night, I wake up seven times to urinate.
The doctor has forbidden me from eating any kind of food
that has any kind of taste.
And yet, with all these problems,
not only have I managed to live with them,
but I've also kept everything smooth and in perfect balance.
In peace, even.
Until you arrived.
No more tranquility. No more balance. No more peace.
Why all this hassle? For what?
What do you gain from it?
I gained the inconvenience of having to move again,
after getting used to living comfortably in one house.
Well, never mind.
Luckily, I still have friends who will have me as a guest.
And you?
On your knees.
You have the name of a dead man. So, dead you'll be.
But, tell me one thing first.
Balduccio Remora, the cousin from America,
South America.
Who the fuck are you?
I don't know about you, but my parents taught me
that when you're somewhere new, you introduce yourself.
Excuse me, Dr. Bray, you're exactly right.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Nino Scotellaro.