1992 (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

Luca...

Luca...

Luca...

" Hi!
' Hey...

I'm glad it's over.

- Hi, Francesca.
- Hi.

You'll have a scar...

but it'll be sexy.

What are you doing?

Well, I think your vital functions
are intact.

So, how's the blood?
ls it good?



No!

Luca!

Whenever I have any money,
I blow it all.

Poker, horse-racing, gambling...

I owe half of Milan money.

To people who'd still break my arm
even though I'm a cop.

- Why are you telling me this?
- I brought you here.

I found you unconscious
on the floor. Then...

Then they told me that...

I found out your secret.
Now you know mine too.

We're even, right?

You can trust me.

I'll tell you why I've got it in
for Mainaghi then.

JUNE 22nd



That's 15,000 Iiras.

No, I'll get it...

I'll get it.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Santé.

Ever since Salvatores won an Oscar
everyone wants him.

I sent him a screenplay.

Guess who he has
the perfect role for?

- What role is it?
- Anna.

A woman who's suffered, fought
and overcome difficulties in life.

A wonderful role.

But let's wait for him to read it

and see what he says first.

I reckon he'll like it.

With me you'll become a star.

With this meeting, the 4th Defense
Committee of the Chamber of Deputies

declares Honorable Savio Gastone,
from the CD party, president.

The post of vice-president goes to

lsaia Gasparotto from
the Democratic Party of the Left

and to Antonio Pappalardo from
the Democratic Socialist Party.

- I'm going. Bye.
- See you.

- Bye, Pietro.
- Bye.

Basso!

Lorenzon! How come you're here?

What's with the faggot juice?

In the desert our breakfast
was Chivas Regal and coke.

- "The breakfast of champions."
- The breakfast of losers.

- Why were you outside Parliament?
- Why were you inside?

- I've been elected.
- I know, that's why I came.

Why?

I'm ill, Pietro.

I've got cancer, of the blood.

What the hell are you saying?

It's not just me, though.
There's lots of us.

Marines, foot soldiers...

American and English soldiers too,
people from everywhere.

It can't be a coincidence, right?

Who knows what goddamn ammunition
our men were using there.

Phosphorus, depleted uranium,
it could've been anything.

How do you know this stuff?

I don't. That's the problem.

I want the truth.

What did the doctors say?

That if I get treatment,
I'll live for a few more years.

But my family needs money

and the State won't give me
compensation.

Only the goddamn radar men get that.

Like radars are the only
carcinogenic things used in wars.

All right, I'll raise this issue
with the Defense Committee.

I'll kick up a massive goddamn stink.

I'll help you, you got that?

My dear brilliant Leonardo!

I heard you're back in the field,
why don't you come back to us?

We have a tricky client,
we need a pro.

Come on, give me a call. Bye.

You just can't leave me alone,
can you?

I need an answer, Bibi.

"Astronaut".
How's that for an answer?

Great, keep it up...

The company's at a standstill,
what should I tell the workers?

That a spoiled brat
can't make up her mind?

Impressive...

Bibi...

You let your father down
when he was alive,

try not to do it now that he's dead.

JUNE 26th

I called in sick,
it was a sunny summer day.

I went to pick Francesca up
from the jewelers where she worked.

I went in, I started
joking around with her.

I pretended I was a customer
who wanted a ring for his girlfriend.

Then that guy pulled out a gun
and in an instant

I ended up getting shot.

I lost so much blood
I needed a transfusion.

"It's a miracle you're alive '1
they said to me.

Alive.

Illnesses can teach us
who we are, right?

Are you a New Age fan too?

A bad case of pneumonia.
It's my duty to tell you.

And you need to be prepared
for the worst.

But that doesn't mean that...

It may not be full-blown AIDS,
we have to see.

In your case
a cold could be enough.

You can go now, they'll call you
when the results are in.

Do you realize what they said to me
the other day?

I'll call you later...

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Lunch break in the park?
- Yes.

Old habits die hard.

But I see you have news.

I'm sorry that you found out
like this.

- How are you?
- I'm great.

Don't look at me like that,
Francesca.

This is what you wanted.
It's why you left me.

Sorry.

I'm happy for you.

I read about Mainaghi,
I wanted to call you.

- You must be glad.
- Yes, I can die in peace now.

I left you because
you've become like this.

Bullshit, you left me
because of my illness.

I came to say goodbye to you.

Don't touch me.

It's time for businessmen
to show their faces.

People have to identify with them
and their achievements.

A successful man emanates
confidence and hope.

People have to buy Giovanni Rana.

That's what I say,
but they think I'm crazy.

The agencies always propose
the same grandma in the kitchen idea.

That's why I called you.
We have to be innovative.

You did the right thing.

These are some actors
who can impersonate you in the ads.

All paternal-looking,
reassuring faces.

Why use actors? I'll do it!

I make the tortellini, it's my story.

Look, trust us, think about
Moretti's moustached man.

Mr Moretti went to a restaurant,
saw a moustached man

and thought
he should represent his beer.

He took his photo
and the rest is history.

Come on, this is my life,
I make these tortellini.

- It's my passion.
- Would you really do it?

Young man, I started selling tortellini
when I was this tall.

I sold pasta and tortellini
door-to-door,

and I made many sacrifices.

So I'm certainly not afraid
of a video camera!

I bet that once you see our actors
you'll agree with us.

No, no, no. He's right.

The consumer's buying
into his smile, his voice.

They'll trust the product

and develop a sentimental
relationship with it,

which will last through time.

Thank goodness, you've understood,
good on you!

Oh, Leo. Why the long face?

Rana was happy,
it went really well.

I saw Mignani the other night.
He thinks he's hot shit.

- He came up with a great slogan.
- I know, but...

I'll do the same.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

- Let go of me!
- Cut it out! She's a girl!

What the hell do you want?

- What the hell...
- Asshole!

- Get the hell out of here!
- I know the owner!

Fat bastard.

You're Zeno's sister.

Yes.

I'm Leonardo.
I know your brother.

You know everyone...

Why was he so mad?

I dunno, it was five minutes ago,
how would I remember?

Take me somewhere.

- How old are you?
- What do you care?

My father always wanted me to have fun
and have a stress-free life.

Then I found out
he left everything to me.

I mean, do you realize?
Me, president...

I think you should accept
the position.

Even just to piss Zeno off.

I don't know how to do anything...

Bibi, Bibi... Hey, Bibi...

Bibi... Bibi!

Bibi, hey...

No, holy shit.

- Give me some Narcan.
- You need a prescription.

Shit, give me some Narcan!
Come on, hurry up...

The syringes, goddamit! Please!

Fuck!

Hey, please, no, no...

Open your eyes,
you'll be all right, okay?

You're going to be all right!

Sergio, I'm going to sleep,
I'm a bit tired.

Tired? But you're so young!
We have to celebrate!

Celebrate what?

Salvatores read the screenplay
and he loved it!

- Really?
- Yes.

"The Heart of the Night".

Ready to do a film
win an Oscar-winning director?

What do you say
to your dear Sergio?

- Thank you.
- I want more than that.

Come on.

Tell me you're my bitch.

- I'm your bitch.
- Louder!

- I'm your bitch.
- Again!

I'm your bitch.

Thank you.

Will you stay a while?

Sorry, I'm not a junkie.

I have the occasional line, to relax.

Is your father's business
stressing you out?

I think you've already decided.
You just need to get used to the idea.

How can you change your life
from one day to the next?

You can.

What did you feel at that moment?

You mean... did I see a light
at the end of the tunnel?

I don't think so.

Pain?

Peace.

I can't take it anymore,
I have to talk to someone.

And you're the only one
I can talk to, believe it or not.

I can't get that image
out of my head...

of her dying.

Did you take that crap too?

I didn't like what Fabrizio
had made me become.

He'd say he did it
for your own good.

His concept of what's good
was debatable.

When Bianca died he put me
on a train to Milan.

I didn't even go to her funeral.

Dark.

I remember your speech.
You were good.

You looked so passionate...

The secret is to pretend you believe.
It works every time.

- Even when you're selling tortellini.
- No, you really did believe it.

What is it, do you miss politics?

You're talking like a therapist.

- Next time you can pay me then.
- You're obsessed with money.

Listen to the communist talk...
How much did you earn this month?

The best defense from money
is to have it. Plenty of it.

But, if I remember rightly,

your speech was on the redistribution
of wealth. Isn't that bizarre?

Well, I gave you 100 million liras.
How bizarre is that?

What can I say?
Money flies nowadays.

I'll leave you with your thoughts.

You could at least pay.

I forgot my wallet.

- What the hell do you do with money?
- Never mind.

Bye, buddy.

Leave a message after the beep
for Mr Dell'Utri.

Personal reasons?

Are you sick, Pastore?

You must be sick in the head to resign
from a job that everyone wants.

You'll easily find a replacement then.

This American army report from '79
makes things very clear.

Here it is.

Okay: "The use of uranium bullets

endangers not only those
in the immediate vicinity

but also those
who find themselves downwind.

The particles settle
in the pulmonary tissue

exposing the host to a toxic dose
of alpha radiation,

that can cause cancer
and other fatal illnesses...

Shit, could it be any clearer?
Take a look, if you don't believe me.

Why are you telling me?

Because plenty of other soldiers
may have fallen ill.

$0?

Help me.

How do I start a parliamentary
inquiry?

Forget that, you need power
that you don't possess.

At most you can request
a board of inquiry

or an internal investigation,
that's all.

Which one do you think
I should request?

You're asking me if I'd rather
shoot myself or jump off a balcony.

Meaning?

That it'd be political suicide.

There's no proof here
that depleted uranium was used.

But there are plenty of cases,
it's written there.

Yes, there are plenty,
but you have no proof.

- I can't ignore this.
- You know what will happen?

The government is about to pass
the worst financial bill in history:

30,000 billion liras!

Notices of investigation
are pouring in,

politicians are crapping themselves,
people are tense,

all we need now is this story
about the army

using weapons
that make soldiers fall ill!

My friend has cancer.
And I promised to help him.

This is politics:

making promises, not keeping them.

Pietro!

I thought I'd got the wrong place.

What did you expect?
The Grand Hotel?

- How are you?
- Were those documents useful?

Yes, I read them.

What now?

Now... I need some time.

I need to find someone
who's willing to help.

Okay, do what you have to do.
But the ball's rolling, right?

Yes, but... it could take years.

I know your type.

First you act all brave,
"leave it to me",

then you backtrack because
you don't have the guts to help me.

Do you remember who I am?

Do you remember?

I got fired from the army
to save my colleague's honor!

A dead colleague!
What did you do?

You want to make me pay for that?

You've changed, Pietro.
You've learnt to take orders.

The partners' committee meeting
is tomorrow.

What should I say?

That the company has a new president
who will get it back on its feet.

Maybe not dressed like that.

It'll be fine.

Your father would be proud of you.

Bosco! ls the music too loud?

I brought you this.

Come on in.

Life's too short for prosecco.
What we need is champagne.

- You're sure?
- Come with me.

Follow me, Bosco.

You've never been up here, right?

It's amazing!

- Hello.
- Good evening.

- I can introduce her to you to.
- I know her.

Who is it?

How marvelous!

See you later.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- Fuck you, you pushed me!

Leave it to me.

You need to put ice on it.

Does it hurt? Can you move it?

- Shouldn't she go to hospital?
- No!

I played rugby for 15 years,
I've seen plenty of sprains.

Then you're in good hands.

Thanks.

- The rugby player!
- It took you a while, didn't it?

You look different.

I'm an MP now.

It's true. Northern League.

How did you do that?

I fought for it.

- But you helped me too.
- Me?

I thought a lot about you.

Can I walk on it?

You can use it to go downstairs,
to my house.

Stay as long as you like.

- You can have my bed...
- Oh, I see.

Go on, try putting it down.

Lean on me.

Listen, that old guy
who was touching you before...

- Don't let him treat you like that.
- It's my damn business.

This lot just want to screw you.

They don't respect you.

If you were my girlfriend,
I'd look after you.

- I called a taxi. Shall we go?
- Yes, let's go.

Let me help you.

Parini, the honest face of
the Socialists, will cooperate,

while the secretary Bettino Craxi

will make his long-awaited speech
at the Chamber of Deputies tomorrow.

I'm not home, leave a message.

Luca, it's me.

I've thought about
everything you said.

I'm so sorry.

I really am so sorry.

Maybe if this
hadn't happened to you

and if I weren't
my father's daughter,

perhaps me and you...

I don't know, we'll never know.

JULY 3rd

However, what needs to be said
and what everyone knows

is that the greater part of political
funding is irregular or illegal.

The parties and those who rely on
party machines, large or small,

on newspapers, promotional
and associational activities,

and also many various political
operational facilities,

have had or have recourse
to additional resources

which are irregular or illegal.

If the greater part of this

is to be considered
criminal behavior, pure and simple,

then the greater part of the system
is a criminal system.

I do not believe
there is anyone in this hall

responsible for a large organization
who can stand up

and under oath deny
what I have just said,

because sooner or later

the facts would prove him
to be a liar.

How can I help?

Go ahead.

Good morning.

I've come to pick up my results.
The name's Pastore.

Thanks.

- Piercamillo, shall we go?
- I'm coming.

- Goodbye, guys.
- Goodbye.

Pastore, didn't you resign?

I changed my mind.

You can't just come and go
as you please.

A guy on TV said that
the whole system is corrupt.

So someone has to fight this system.

We'll give Craxi a run for his money.
We're going to nab his mate Ligresti.

Get to work, Pastore.

Welcome back.

A role for me, huh?

Sorry, I have to go.

Three lines. And one's off-camera.

- But you're the protagonist's girl!
- Who dies on page 6.

It's a nice death though.
It's spectacular, what's wrong?

Listen poppet, you know
what Marilyn's first role was?

An invisible one: she played
a phone operator like you!

If it weren't for me, you'd still be
on TV answering phones!

You said I'd become a star
with you.

You got a role with
an Oscar-winning director!

Other girls would kill their mothers
for this, and you're complaining?

I believed you, I slept with you!
You conned me.

Listen darling, I've got plenty of girls
ready to sleep with me,

and with the whole film crew
just to get a part, understood?

You come out of nowhere
and you want a lead role?

You expect me to give the lead role
to Veronica Castello?

Do you even know how to act?

You can't go.

- Are you going to pay for my room?
- Yes, I'll pay for it.

What the hell do you want?
You said your bit.

Denmark's won the European
Championships, did you know?

$0?

That means anyone can succeed,
even those who count for nothing.

I'm not fucking like them!

Maybe I'll fail,

but I swear
I'll do everything I can.

You got that?

Fuck you.

You made me doubt you, dumbass.

Honorable Bosco!

A beer, please.

Sir...

Ligresti?

He wasn't there. He's left.

Somebody tipped him off.

- Someone from our office?
- Who the hell else?

- That can't be possible...
- That's what you think...

Wake up, we're going after
the richest damn men in Italy.

How long will it take them
to bribe someone? No time!

I don't trust anyone anymore.
Not even you.

- Where's my beer?
- Here.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi

For a long time I thought I'd kill
your father then kill myself.

Then your father beat me to it:
he always ruins everything.

Then I realized something else:

unless you get rid
of the root of evil

it'll return.

I don't understand.

I see you've taken
your father's place.

Now you can help me
to report everything.

His crimes,

those of the pharmaceutical system
and of the Ministry of Health.

You can help me expose everything.

Did you mean what you said?

What?

What you said the other night.

Well?

Answer me.

Yes...

I meant it.

- Aren't you afraid?
- Of you?

To have sex with someone
who's sick.

Don't you have a condom?

It's not that,
I can't get it out of my mind.

I'll help you forget about it.

Dad? There's a man here
to see you.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Why are you here?

Don't you remember calling me
last night?

Oh God...

I thought as much.

Recorded messages.

I read your book on samurais.

It says great enterprises
aren't created with sobriety.

I'm not very sober right now.
But that's not the point.

The truth is that I miss
belonging to something...

A drunken rant.

I recently attended
the commemoration

of the 350th anniversary
of Galileo Galilei's death.

He was a real dickhead too,

but he had the right idea.

I don't know
if you have the right idea, Notte...

but I find your perspective on things
interesting.

Why don't you work for us again?

Our Gali-Leo Notte.

Thank you.

You said you didn't have children.

Is there anything else
I should know about you?

No.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

NEXT TIME

- Stop! Shit, are you nuts?
- What's the matter?

- You're sick!
- Pietro, stop!

I remember you being a smart woman.