Blood and Diamonds (1977) - full transcript

Hello?

Marco is just leaving.

He should be there
in five minutes.

Okay, Rizzo. I'm coming down.

Marco, you're good to go.

I thought you were sleeping.

You shouldn't worry.

I want you to relax, Maria.

I'll wake you as
soon as I get home.

I don't want you to wait
up for me, you know that.

Yes, yes...



If anything goes wrong, you
know where the money is.

Besides, you know
where I'm going.

The insurance agency is
just around the corner.

Branch number seven.

I'll be back soon.

- Hello, Guido.
- Hi.

- How you doin'?
- Same old.

- It should be pretty easy.
- Huh?

Sorry, my mind was
somewhere else.

I was thinking Rizzo is gonna give me
40 million tomorrow for the diamonds.

He could have sent somebody
else tonight instead of us.

You mean instead of you.

Rizzo doesn't owe me anything.

Truth be told, nobody
owes me anything.



A man's gotta find a way to
earn a living, you follow me?

- Hello, Police?
- Yes, go on.

There's a robbery going on at
insurance agency 7 in Via Giubba.

Hello? Who's speaking?

Who's speaking?

Leave it, the cops are here.

You go first.

Hey!

I surrender!

Here's my gun!

- See if there's anyone else inside!
- Yes Sir!

Move it!

My love...

Marco couldn't come.

He had to make some
deliveries for his workshop.

- How's he doing?
- Limping. Pretty badly.

Dragging his leg around,
ever since that night.

- What about his workshop business?
- It's going well.

He helped me when
your money ran out.

The important thing is he was able
to quit his old life for good.

- How's your son?
- Enzo works at the airport.

He's got a girlfriend. I
don't like her very much.

- How so?
- I don't know.

I've only seen them together
two or three times.

Enzo left home right after
you went to prison.

Anyway, I'm sure
they're doing fine.

Open up, move it!
Get off the bus!

Off the bus, I said!

Move it, dammit!

Hurry up! Form a line!

Line up, I said!

Line up, move it!

Hurry up!

Don't try anything!

Move it!

Get out of there! Move it!

Rizzo must have sent
them to get me.

Don't move a muscle
or you're dead!

Quick, throw it down!

Hurry up!

No...

Stop! Stop the car!

What the!!

- One's getting away!
- I'm comin' down!

Guido!

Go in the other room, dictate and sign your
statement then you're free to go home.

You too.

All the witnesses stuck
to the same version.

Considering this, I'd say
you're in the clear.

I don't think the district attorney would
accuse you of excess of self-defense.

If he does, though, rest assured
I'll put a word in your favor.

I'm sorry about Maria.

She didn't deserve
to die like that.

Can I go now?

Yep, you can.

I'll be in touch if
I need you again.

What's the hurry? We haven't seen
each other in five years, after all.

Hey, it's not like I'm the one
who pinched you back then.

I was abroad at the time,
but I wish it had been me.

What are you planning to do now
that you're out of prison?

- I'll work with Marco at his workshop.
- Ah, speak of the devil.

It's been five years already,
so you can talk freely.

I couldn't get you then, I
sure as hell won't do it now.

Marco was with you that night?

Could you do me a
favor, Inspector?

I don't know where to
find Enzo, Maria's son.

I would like somebody to tell him about
his mother. He's her only relative.

I really liked that woman.

You're not going back
to Rizzo, are you?

His days as top
dog are numbered.

We're about to nail
him, his time's up.

You'll be an old man before
that happens, Inspector.

No, I'm not going
back to his crew.

He's the one who sent those two
goons to the bus to get rid of me.

The two men you've killed were nothing
more than a couple of small time crooks.

They had never
joined any outfit.

- How could Rizzo be I inked to them?
- He could have hired them to kill me.

All right, you're free to go.

If I were to believe what
you just told me, well,

I definitely wouldn't tell the judge
that you acted in self-defense.

Go now, scram.

Why, our hero has
finally appeared.

You took your time, huh?

We meet at last.

Don't tell me those folks down at the
police station wanted to give you a medal?

I heard so much about you.

I mean, not only
today on the radio.

Rizzo talked about
you all the time.

Hey, you're not
actually made of steel!

Boy, he's flesh and bones!
Just like us mortals!

Rizzo always said you were
made of steel, Guido.

I can vouch for that, pal!
You're definitely made of steel!

Only a man of steel could
do what you've done!

Boys, did you hear
that on the radio?

Well, I'll tell ya:

"Without fearing for
his own safety,"

"Mr. Guido Mauri commandeered a
car which he slammed against..."

What do you want from me?

Big mistake, steel man. You better
shut up when Tony here's talking.

We on the same page?

So, as I was saying:

"... Which he slammed
against the first bandit."

Then, with the same
determination,

"he went against the second bandit
despite the vehicle catching fire."

Remember what I told you, boys?

"Gee whiz, this Guido Mauri
is a regular Diabolik!"

But Rizzo confirmed that's
the sort of man you are.

Those journos didn't mention you were just
returning from a stint in prison, though!

Only they ever said is
that you're a hero!

So listen up, hero.

We heard on the grapevine you paid a
little visit to the police station!

You and the inspector had a little
chat about Rizzo, didn't you?

You're not to even
mention his name, pal!

Aside if you're praying
to him, that is!

We on the same page?

We on!

I knew it, Inspector. I
knew it would end that way.

He caused that poor
woman's death.

He ruined her life,
and ruined mine also.

How many times I saw my mother
grieving for that criminal...

I've got a good job,
Inspector, a responsible one.

I work at the valuable goods
department at the airport.

I live in fear that one day they'll find
out I'm related to that crook and fire me.

Guido!

You're free at last, Guido.

I cried for Maria's death.

Another thing we'll
make Rizzo pay for.

Wait a minute.

Stay here.

How did he behave with you?

Kicked me out of his crew.

Said he doesn't fancy cripples.

Sent a lot of clients
my way, though.

Honest work, too.

His cars are parked here.

I fix them up personally.

Every time he needs a used car, he has
people call me and I find him one.

It's good money, after all.

Helping Maria out wasn't hard.

I've helped her since your
first year in the can.

What do you mean help her
since the first year?

It means she had to work as a
maid for those first months.

I got by doing menial
jobs here and there.

I did what I could.

I took anything available.

You get what I mean?

Old Rizzo popped up
again after a while.

Things took a
different turn then.

Both for me and...

For poor Maria as well.

I left her ten million to get by. They
could have never lasted five years, sure.

I just can't wrap my head
around your first year comment.

Maria never said anything, she more or
less implied she was using my money.

Sure, she mentioned you gave her some
money, but only after she ran out of mine.

Believe me, I thought she had run
out of my money only recently.

Did you find any evidence about Rizzo
informing the police back then?

No, nothing.

Except for a piece of
indirect evidence.

I'm talking about those
40 million he owed you.

At the trial the judge said the informer
told the cops about the time and place.

The only one who knew
about them was Rizzo.

You closing down
already, cripple?

Souping up some cars, huh?

And here's Guido Mauri.

You know old Rizzo chewed me out
for that little visit I paid you?

He said I shouldn't take any
initiative against you.

And he also said you're a
man worthy of respect.

Why, I had to tell him
you talk a bit too much.

He just said you'd go see him
first, if you had an itch to talk.

Long story short,
Rizzo is fond of you.

He values you.

- The car ready?
- Ready.

Good job.

You know, we have plenty of friends
down at the police station.

I mean, sure, Inspector Russo
is a first rate wanker.

Thing is, if he's trying to find out if
those two crooks were part of our crew,

it means he really
believes your claims.

And Rizzo should be
informed of that.

I bet he won't like you
so much then, steel man.

We on the same page?

Chauffeur.

Move it, will ya.

- He's here.
- Let him in.

Here's the tough guy.

You happy you caused her death,
you murdering degenerate?

I never saw my mother
smile, Inspector.

This criminal here made her
live a miserable life!

You wanted to give her a peaceful
existence, and look how it ended!

- Her death was an accident.
- The kind that could have happened only with him!

- Calm down, Enzo.
- Yeah, take it easy.

Let him give you that
thing so we can go home.

Yes, I want the keys
to the house back.

I know you went there, you
made a big mess of it.

You better not try set your
foot in there ever again!

Is there anything you need
to retrieve from the house?

Time's up, come on.

Have a good day.

That kid isn't entirely
wrong, you know.

No, thank you.

We conducted a very
thorough investigation.

Rizzo didn't have anything
to do with the bus attack.

Those two crooks were looking to steal
the postal service money on the bus.

Scram, get out.

You have never nailed
Rizzo, and you never will.

He's too shrewd.

If he needs to take
care of somebody,

he hires out of town guns, he
never uses local hit men.

So no one finds out it
was him behind the hit.

- Sounds pretty simplistic.
- Well, that's what he does.

Hey, where are you staying at?

Fat chance I'm telling you.
Ask Marco if you need me.

POLICE STATION

Rizzo wants to see you.

I'm afraid my words
didn't convince him.

And you should never spend time alone
with that asshole Russo, mate.

I guess you both get pretty
fucking chatty, huh?

Rizzo never said he wanted you alive,
mate, understand? We on the same page?

Rizzo is a true gent, he always
sends a car to pick up his people.

Move it.

Hurry up.

Step on it, chauffeur.

Uh-huh, that's more like it.

Okay.

All right, I'll call you back.

Come forward.

Hello, Guido.

How's life?

Whatever.

- What's the matter?
- I don't want to talk with you, Rizzo.

Fair enough. Don't talk.

Prick up your ears, then.

All right, they pinched you.
It happens.

You spent five years in the bin for it.
That's a lot.

A lot of time, indeed.

Maybe somebody ratted
on you, or maybe not.

You heard in court that somebody alerted
the cops, but that isn't necessarily true.

Maybe somebody saw you.

They might have alerted the police
station, or simply a patrol car.

It beats me.

I don't remember every detail.

There's something I
definitely remember, though.

I had to leave for France for six
months, three days after they got you.

I also remember you kicked out
every lawyer I sent you in prison.

And I do know that Maria never
accepted the money I sent her.

That's the whole truth.

Pure and simple. Yet you
refused to shake my hand.

Without even giving
me a reason for that.

Well, I'll give you
another chance.

You were supposed to give me 40
million, the day after the robbery.

So what?

I found out later that the insurance agency
only had two million worth of diamonds.

You must have known there were only
peanuts to grab, yet you still sent me.

I don't remember,
it's been so long.

You sayin' he sent you to nick that chump
change to get you pinched on purpose?

All that to keep the 40 million to himself.
We on the same page?

Shut your mouth and
get out of here.

Let him stay, Rizzo.

After I'm done talking, you may
have to give him an order.

Kill me, Rizzo.

Here and now,

or I swear I'll kill you
the first chance I get.

No, Guido. That's not the way
you're supposed to talk to me.

Listen up, I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

I don't want to see
you in here again.

I'm going to write you a check
to cover the money I owe you.

Interests included, of course.

For the five years
you've spent inside.

I'm going to give
you three days.

Sort out your affairs.

And then leave town.

Here.

All right.

I'm still giving you
a present, though.

I'm allowing you to
leave this room alive.

And I'll pay my respects to poor
Maria with another present.

I'm still going to give you
three days to disappear.

And disappear you will.

Tony.

I'mma keep a couple boys on your tail to
see where you'll be three days from now.

Even if I won't be there in
person I hope you'll miss me.

Friendly reminder: if you're
still in town on Sunday,

I'll personally shoot
you in the mouth,

even if you're listening to the mass in St.
Peter's Square.

We on the same page?

- You back with Rizzo's crew?
- No.

- Who are you working with?
- I'm on my own.

What's your deal?

Hey, don't get offended! If you need to
move some goods around, I'm your guy!

But if it's a bank heist,
well, good luck to you!

- See you around.
- Bye!

You take the other way!

That was great!

You rock!

That was awesome!

- You made that call?
- Tomorrow morning.

- You telling Guido?
- No way, I want him to stay out of this.

Out!? What do you mean he's out?

Guido needs an alibi.

He'd be the first they'll think
of, considering our relation.

Now listen, you little jerk.

It's the third time a shipment of diamonds
has arrived at the Fiumicino airport.

They're so close you
could even touch them.

If you let these diamonds get past you, I'm
packing my bags and moving out, get it?

It's three years you've been making me
live like a bum, I can find another man.

I'll get them this time.

Good. I'll get Guido
right over here.

Don't worry, I'll make
him a foolproof alibi.

Enough talking about Guido, let's
think about the heist plan.

- You have to make that phone call.
- In the morning.

In the morning! You've been saying
that for two days in a row!

It's a big job to pull, jerk,

and every hired gun you could
get needs time to plan it out!

I'll call tomorrow. I don't have the
afternoon shift, I'll be free then.

Tomorrow, I promise.

You really mean it?

You givin' out guns to anybody?

You see my men being beaten
up and you don't do squat!

- I ain't seen nothin'.
- Yeah, sure!

Our guy's playing
hide and seek now!

You just don't give
out guns to anybody.

Guido ain't anybody.

Of course, of course.
He's not anybody, indeed.

He's a freaking
nobody, you hear me!?

A freaking nobody! Nobody!

Nobody!

A fuckin' nobody!

- Hiya.
- Hello.

- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

Why, you dirty...

If the state doesn't pay you
enough and you want to...

...double as a mole,
that's fine with me.

But you tell Tony the inspector's
office is off limits when I'm in there.

That clear?

Hey, Enzo. Lisa wants you.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

- What is it, honey?
- Did you make that phone call?

I didn't have the time.

Now listen, I'm gonna
call you back in a few,

and if you didn't make it by then you
aren't gonna find me when you get home.

Guido, this Sunday marks the end
of the ultimatum Rizzo gave you.

I know you won't comply, but you either
disappear or he'll have you whacked.

Sure, you can dispatch a few of his
men, but it won't amount to anything.

Did you take a look
at Tony over there?

Rizzo must have lost his marbles to have
a fool like that for his right-hand man.

Nope, Rizzo is still
on top of things.

Trouble is, there's not
much choice nowadays.

Sure, they're tough and know how to
handle a gun, but they lack smarts.

Have you planned
something yet, Guido?

- Nothing so far.
- You have to make up your mind.

- I'll do it on Sunday.
- It's gonna be too late.

Too late for what?

Tony will shoot me on
Sunday, not before.

There's still time.

Got a match?

Just one.

What are you doin', crapping?

What's this, kindergarten hour? You got
me a bunch of shit-flinging punks!

Gimme back my money!

The warehouse is always
empty during lunch break.

Some go eat at the
cafeteria, others go out.

There's some guards, but
they don't check anything.

The diamonds arrived yesterday.

They're leaving tomorrow
with the four pm flight.

You're probably wondering
why I didn't tell Guido.

- No.
- Well, the police knows we're related.

And I made sure to
find him an alibi.

Did you prepare that yet?

- You ever been in trouble with the law?
- No.

- A criminal record?
- Neither.

- Who else knows about the heist?
- My woman.

- What woman?
- Lisa. We live together.

But I only told her about the heist,
she doesn't know anything about you.

The folks at the police station think I'm
just a miserable, recently orphaned kid.

Inspector Russo almost gave me a
sympathetic hug, imagine that.

- Any news?
- I do, Guido.

Lisa called.

She wants to see you.

- Where's she now?
- The Gattopardo night club.

Yeah, I know where it is. Bye.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
Well done, dear.

There's room for improvement, though.
Let me show you.

One, two, three, four!
One, two, three, four!

- Oh, I get it now!
- Yup, that's the right way!

Get ready, girls,
all together now.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

- Yes, that's a well done. One, two...
- One, two, three, four...

What's wrong, dear?

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.
- Of course.

Take a five, people.

Hi, so kind of you to come.

I had to bother the inspector
to get you my message.

- Two Punt e Mes vermouths, George.
- On it.

Let's sit down.

You see, Enzo and I had
a long conversation.

He really regrets what he told
you at the police station.

I told him as a woman,
if you get what I mean.

"Enzo, your mother and Guido
loved each other very much."

He never realized you were
everything for poor Maria.

All right, I don't hold anything
against Enzo, he's only a boy.

I know how much his
mother meant to him.

I know what she
meant to everybody.

Maria told me something about
you on a couple occasions.

- I'm out of here.
- No, wait a minute.

I'd like you to make amends with Enzo.
You shouldn't hate each other.

Well? Will you stay
a little longer?

Please, Guido. Accept.

Enzo gets off at one,
it's twelve o'clock now.

I'll ask my boss to
let me off earlier,

we'll have a drink and
wait for him at home.

- Don't say no, please.
- All right.

Thanks. I'll go get changed, you stay here.
I'll be right back.

Don't even think about leaving.

Freeze! Hands in the air!

- Out of the way!
- Face the wall, move it!

Where's the keys? Hand
them over, hurry!

Hurry the fuck up,
I said, bitch!

Don't move an inch!

Be a good girl and don't
try anything funny!

No funny business!

Quick!

Let's go, chauffeur!

What!? Four victims?

The fuck do I care
about those details!?

I don't give a damn about
thirty kilos of diamonds!

Especially with four dead!

Who?

Two customs officers, a
clerk and a security guard.

What's the clerk's name again?

Come again?

Enzo Capozzi?

♫ OI' lady Assunta will do it
for anything, hooray yippie...

♫ There's a kid who asked his mum
about the place he came out of...

♫ And then his mum could
only answer that...

- Mornin', here's your stuff.
- Thanks.

- See you.
- Bye.

♫ The mum could only talk
about storks and bairns...

♫ There's too many storks flying
'round this house, 'cause...

Please, try to calm down now.

Where were you at one o'clock?

We were having lunch together.

We went home together.

You can ask my co-workers,
they'll confirm his alibi.

He's been with me all the time.

You may go now. I'll have
a car drive you home.

Take care of it.

Come on.

- See you later.
- Yes.

What am I supposed
to believe now?

What, I wonder.

That you had nothing to do
with the heist, I suppose.

Of course, Enzo telling you about the
diamonds shipment would be plausible.

You might have passed
the info on to someone.

It would be plausible, yes.

You know who done it?

I don't, you're the one who
knows all the specialists.

Specialists who deal
in diamonds, you mean?

Ah, you should have asked
me a few years ago.

I mean, just remember all the thieves
who specialized in automobiles.

Same went with drug
smugglers and cat burglars.

Things are different now,
it's just a big fuck-up!

It's like watching a football game, any
player can score, even goalkeepers!

Call our cutter in Amsterdam, tell
him we need him here within a week.

After you book his hotel room,

tell him to bring his family along
and not a hooker like last time.

You start preparing the cutting tools, we
have to finish the job as quick as we can.

I already got some buyers.

This is top quality stuff.

You got yourself a
new office clerk?

Huh? Oh, yeah. That kid
hurt himself falling down.

Head split open, cracked
ribs, basically in pieces.

He decided to look for a new
kind of job altogether.

Guess he wasn't cut for
this trade, after all.

You think so?

- What about Enzo?
- Killed him at the right moment.

They'll say one of the robbers
got jumpy and shot him.

It's pretty believable, one of
the guards tried to intervene.

Nobody will ever suspect
he was working with us.

It's not common to get
rid of informers.

I'll listen to the news on the
radio and keep you posted.

And the woman who
lived with Enzo?

I'll go see her in due time, but
I reckon she won't make a fuss.

If she knows, she won't peep to avoid
prison. If she doesn't, all the better.

She does know, you better
find an agreement.

No! No! Please, stop!

No, please! It was
all his fault!

Stop!

- It was his fault! I didn't do anything!
- Get to the point!

- He said that...
- Cut to the chase!

I tried to warn Enzo,
but he wouldn't listen!

- I told him to stay away from those criminals!
- The names!

- He thought of you, but I...
- Give me the names!

I don't know! He just instructed
me on how to swindle you!

I know the last part too well.
Now give me those names!

I don't know! I really don't!

Enzo didn't want to
do the job with you!

He said you'd be the first
the cops would think of.

I told him it was risky, I did everything
I could to keep him out of trouble!

I even told him I'd leave him!

One wouldn't know it from
the way you acted with me,

and how you played it up
at the police station.

You're next, though.

- What do you mean?
- They know you know.

Enzo was not a man who
offered many guarantees.

They knew right away the kind of guy he
was. One who confided a lot in women.

I'll talk to the inspector!

Sure, go ahead.

Tell him you and your man planned
a heist which went south.

Tell him Enzo's former accomplices are
out to get you. Maybe he'll protect you.

Answer the door.

Open it.

Good mornin'.

Name's Tony, charmed to
make your acquaintance.

Hello, Guido Mauri.

Hey, did the steel
man rough you up?

We've got here at the same time, but being
the gent I am I let him come in first.

I received a good education
from the Jesuits, you see.

But you seemed to be taking your sweet
time, I hope you weren't about to fuck.

Well? What's your opinion on
this monumental piece of tail?

- She on our same page?
- In relation to what?

Cut the crap, Guido.

You didn't rough her up
for nothing, did you?

I guess you advised her
to think things over.

Or maybe you didn't?

Step forward, come on.

Come on.

I don't know what's
on your fucking mind.

If you believe your man
was worth a spit or not.

You can die for him, or
find an agreement with us.

There'll be some money
for you, don't worry.

As long as you keep
your lips sealed.

Say one peep too many and
we'll take care of it.

Ain't that right, Guido?

We're on the same page.

At last! We've finally
reached a mutual agreement!

I'll be on my way, then.

Yup, that I'll do.

You know something, Guido? I keep thinking
I'll have to dispatch you sooner or later.

You'd never understand how much Rizzo
constantly praising you irks me.

Bit peculiar having to deal with a man
who gets so much praise, you know.

Anyhow...

Go talk to Inspector Russo, if you wish.
It'd be useless.

They'd never be able
to frame Rizzo.

Your life isn't worth
anything to anyone.

However, if Enzo really meant something
to you, feel free to go to Russo.

Tell him everything.

Mr. Philips, how long will
you be staying in the city?

Who wants to know?

A gentleman from the
Tourism Bureau.

He's making a survey
concerning Dutch tourists.

Has the Dutch embassy
been notified?

I'll ask him.

Mr. Philips would like to know if
his embassy has been notified.

No, I'm making this survey
for our regional office.

Mr. Philips, the gentleman
says it's a regional survey.

Well... Ten days, maybe more.

I cannot rule it out.

Thank you.

Mr. Philips said ten days, but he doesn't
rule out he'll prolong his stay.

You got any idea how many
fucking Dutchies are in Rome?

Lots and lots of them.

So far I got freaking 106.

This fella's name is Philips.
Olivier Philips.

He's with his wife and daughter.

He's our man. The fastest
cutter in the business.

How long will he be staying?

About ten days, maybe more.

Let's wait in the car. I'll point
him out as soon as I see him.

- Hi.
- Hello, Nicola.

I've got my car here.

Keep the change.

- Mr. Rizzo doing fine?
- Yes, of course.

Dammit, I'm on a
losing streak tonight.

I'mma show you now, yes sir...

Three goons plus the cutter.

Where do you want me?

You go there, I'll look
for the other door.

Put your hands up!

- Yeah, hello?
- This is Philips, I've been shot.

We've been attacked! I need
help, come here right away!

Slow down, Philips.
What happened there?

Yes, somebody gunned us down!
The others are dead!

Dead? What do you mean
they're all dead!?

You must come down to the villa at once!
At once, you hear me?

Yeah, on it! Get
rid of the bodies!

Serves me good for wasting
time screwing whores!

The world's gone
crazy, I tell ya!

Done. All he needs now is to keep the wound
clean and change his bandages twice a day.

One round just grazed him,
but the other went in.

You go to the hotel tomorrow
morning at eight o'clock.

As you order.

Good night.

I want you to leave
tomorrow, Philips.

Tell the hotel people you
hurt yourself falling down.

Get rid of the dirty bandages,
give them to the doctor tomorrow.

Nicola, book the plane tickets
and a cab to get to the airport.

Yes, right away.

What did those two look like?

You said they both have their faces
covered and used suppressed guns.

Anything else you remember?

Our friend has noticed a very important
detail, but he's not completely sure.

It's just an impression.

One of them was limping
on his right leg.

Damn shame for you today's
a holiday, huh, Marco?

It's Saturday, ain't
nobody working.

- I had some work I had to finish.
- Relax, overworking is bad for you.

Especially after working
late last night.

You must be tired, huh?

I mean, sure, going bang
bang isn't that tiring.

I bet even carrying those thirty
kilos didn't tire you out.

Thirty kilos ain't nothing
for an ox like you.

Thirty kilos of shit would have
been a different story, though.

But thirty kilos of diamonds
are lighter than a feather.

Am I right?

I also imagine you're not
keeping them around here.

That's Guido's task, I'm sure.

Am I right?

Then again, you might actually
be hiding them right here.

I'm not taking the piss out
of either you or Guido.

Now you know how
things are, Marco.

Where are those diamonds?

Rizzo wants me to bring him
Guido before the loot.

He hasn't even mentioned your
name, you lousy cripple.

How could a gimp like you even
attempt a heist like that?

Listen up.

Tell us where Guido and the loot
are, if you fancy saving your skin.

We on the same page?

I'm really getting upset, Marco.

I don't have time to waste.

Be reasonable and I'll only give you a
couple stigmata, like Saint Francis!

Spill the beans, you can
still get away with it!

I have a third nail here
to pierce your heart with!

We on the same page?

Well? Where's the steel man?

Is this fucking Guido
worth dying for?

It won't even be a clean
death, you cripple!

He could crawl back into his mother's
womb, but I'll find him anyway!

You can die for all I care,
but you still won't save him!

I'll get him no matter
what, you cripple!

You lousy cripple!

I'll get him!

I'll get him!

You did what?

What!?

What the hell have
you done, Tony!?

You didn't have to kill Marco!

No, you better listen to me!

I want you to go down
to the police station,

our new informer just
told us Guido is there.

Do what you have to do, but don't
lose your damn head, understand?

Keep your cool!

That animal...

It's clear somebody wanted
some answers from Marco!

But what, exactly?

Goddammit, Guido, answer me!

You better ask Rizzo.

No! I'm asking you!

Marco managed to stay out
of trouble for five years.

He did his job as a mechanic only, and
I know because we kept an eye on him!

And we also knew he took
care of Rizzo's cars!

No more than four days after you
walked out of jail and the guy dies!

And it's your damn
fault he croaked!

Maybe it is, but I
didn't kill him.

Stop taking the piss, Guido.

You got the nerve of saying it wasn't
your fault because you didn't kill him!

What's the fucking
matter with you!?

Two and two makes four,
just as Marco's dead.

And you're next now.

Guido, you realize we might be
seeing each other for the last time?

Tell me something.

- You couldn't understand.
- Just try me, then.

I know, period.

Tell me everything
you have on Rizzo.

I'm going to nail him.

What did he do to you?

Did you do something to him?

You take one step out of here,
Guido, and you're a dead man!

If you don't have a reason to hold me any
longer, Inspector, I'd like to leave.

Where you been, you lousy bastard? Begging
your inspector friend to help ya!?

No one's gonna save you!
You're done for!

Done for, I tell ya!

Coming, Tony!

How are you, Lisa?

Can I stay here for
a little while?

Tony will be here any minute.

No, he's going to take his time.

- Pour me a drink.
- Sure.

Yes.

Those diamonds.

You wanna see them?

Please, come in. This way.

Inspector, what a nice surprise!
Come in, make yourself at home!

You know Mr. Venier,
my attorney?

Why did you come all
the way down here?

Well, I don't have enough elements
to have you come down to my office.

So I decided to pay you a visit
and have a friendly chat.

If you had called me first, Inspector,
I'd have come down to your office.

- Well...
- My client is a very busy man, Inspector.

- Of course, of course.
- Indeed.

Let's get on with this
friendly chat, shall we?

We shall without
further ado, yes,

especially concerning the Fiumicino
heist and Marco's death.

The fellow who owned the garage
where your client stored his cars.

Well, I suppose you're wondering why I've
I inked the two things together, huh?

Not at all. My client isn't interested in
the topic, and he's not wondering anything.

- Oh, but I had a hunch considering...
- My client isn't a curious individual.

Stop riding my ass,
Attorney, will you?

You're acting like a giant
pain in the ass, dammit.

I've had five murders
in a single week.

The five I know about, I mean.

I know how these things are, so I'm
positive the tally'll be higher.

If your client isn't a curious man,
well, too bad I definitely am.

And I'm not here to play either.

Ask your questions, then.

I'll tell you what's on my mind first.
I think Enzo's killing was deliberate.

Enzo? Marco? Who are
you talking about?

- Can't you even give us their last names?
- Told you to stop riding my ass, Attorney!

I ain't got time to play here!

Rizzo knows damn well about those
two gentleman's last names.

- And you do too.
- Of course I do.

At long last!

Still, me and my client would like to know
the reason behind your friendly visit.

You keep saying you're not playing
around, and neither do we.

If you have some facts to
present, well, go ahead.

As a matter of fact, I
have a precise fact.

Straight from Guido
Mauri's mouth at that.

He told me Rizzo here was
behind the bus attack.

- Guido Mauri?
- Never heard of him, huh?

Doesn't ring any bells, right?

Guido Mauri. I even gave you
his complete name, after all.

He's also the stepfather of that Enzo
kid killed during the Fiumicino heist.

And best friend to Marco, the
murdered garage mechanic.

The first five murders plus two
more makes seven in total.

And if we add Maria it makes
eight murders, Attorney.

So Guido told you I was the one who sent
those two crooks to hold-up the bus?

Did I hear that right, Inspector?
Did I?

Yes.

I reckon those five years in
prison must have confused him.

The whole thing is absolutely
preposterous and ridiculous.

Yet he didn't make up that you
threatened to kill him, right?

No, no, I never did.

Quite the opposite, actually.

It's Guido who threatened
to kill me, Inspector.

I've got nothing against
him, believe me.

I believe you know we
were good friends.

Of course, you also know I have the
right to defend myself when threatened.

I don't think my client has
anything more to add, Inspector.

You should have come here with
better facts and actual proof.

In that case, feel free to formally
ask us to come down to your office.

Oh, I'll be pretty formal,
yes sir. No proof, no case!

I guess I came down
here for nothing!

No point in talking
things over, I bet.

What the fuck I came down
here for, I wonder...

So, what are you up to?
Wanna go to bed?

Hold it.

Well, if this isn't
a nice surprise...

Who's this slut siding with?
You or me?

Heh. You it is, I guess.

No one is in with me.

Except for Marco.

Marco died a good death.

He didn't even say one word.

Not one, I swear.

He on your same page, I guess.

Yeah, definitely
on my same page.

That guy had plenty of guts.

I felt bad killing him,

because I realized how it feels
like killing a man worth his salt.

It makes your heart ache.

Close the box.

Well? What now? Do we keep
standing here like statues?

You really keen on dealing
with me gun in hand?

Are you old school or not?

I've been mentored by
Rizzo just like you.

Then you didn't I earn squat.

The reason I didn't kill you before
was only because you seemed harmless.

Every time you tailed me I
knew exactly where you were.

I could have just turned a corner
and put one in your mouth!

You looked pretty pathetic.

I hoped to find you at the villa
when we took the diamonds.

You got lucky.

Put the gun down.

Put it down!

Still deluding
yourself, aren't you?

You looking for a fistfight?

Guido, the one who turned
you in that night was Enzo.

He had stolen your money and was
so scared of you finding out.

Maria never told you that
she didn't find the money,

because she loved
her son too much.

She realized it was
Enzo who turned you in.

That's why she kicked him
out, because she loved you.

- Then Rizzo had nothing to do with that.
- No.

Hello?

That you, Rizzo?

What is it, Guido?

The diamonds are yours. Give
me a place to deliver them.

- You know the old slaughterhouse?
- Yes.

I'll be in building number five.

See you there at one.

All right, at the
slaughterhouse.

Building number five.

- I'll remember it.
- Okay.

All good, they're all here.

I was wrong about
everything, Rizzo.

Yes, you were.

But it's not just a matter
of being wrong about me.

You also went against me.

You didn't even attempt
to talk it over.

As if it wasn't something we could
have straightened out between us.

And all for what?

For these diamonds?

- You know it's not about the diamonds.
- I know!

Yes, I know that perfectly well.

I know your opinion
on this whole story.

And you killed a lot
of my men to prove it!

You also got newspapers all stirred up,
and fraternized with the inspector!

I was wrong about everything,
I told you that.

Yeah, and we can
all make mistakes!

But you made yours
without any honor!

That's why you're here to die.

And you know why I'm talking to you
and I agreed to meet you here,

instead of having you gutted
in some lousy shithole?

You know why, Guido Mauri?

Because I want all
of them to know,

and to I earn, from you and me.

I want them to see how they should
behave since they've chosen this life.

To I earn how to act with honor!

Anything I can do for you?

I've already taken care of
your friend Marco's funeral.

Anybody you want me to call?

No.

Any relatives you wish
me to send money to?

Anything at all?

Shoot him.

I want you to kill me, Rizzo.

Don't put an executioner
between you and me.

I'm sorry, Guido.

I really am, but you aren't
the same man anymore.

We both know it, otherwise
you wouldn't have come.

Our meeting session is over.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi