He destroyed us, he's crushed us at all levels.
I'm not callin' Ciro, I won't even go say hello.
He says we gotta make war, what war?
What's all this fuckin' racket?
Go see.
It's nothing, they're changing the streetlight.
Malammore wants to talk to you, too.
Like he talked to Gypsy?
What the fuck do I say to him? I got nothin' to say to no one!
Get me a beer!
Move!
Open up!
They even killed Raffaele, too.
What do we do?
We have to buy weapons and we need men.
Get out on the streets,
look for whoever hates Pietro or is scared
and tell them we'll pay well.
Arms and men.
We already won once with the son,
we'll do the same with the father. Go!
Go in.
You did me wrong!
You left me alone with the guests and went off on your own.
No offence intended,
I don't want to share Azzurra with anyone.
It's all in her hands now.
That's good.
And there's something else...
There's never anything to do here,
we're TV-addicted.
I saw a film,
with that black actor.
He plays a police instructor.
And there's another one playing the recruit.
But I never saw the end, the guards kept breakin' our balls.
See what am I reduced to?
Fill me in a little, maybe I've seen it and can tell you something.
There are two cops from Narcotics,
but I don't know if the instructor's who they want you to believe
or if the recruit's rotten.
It was only a few days ago.
Find me that film, please.
I'm curious,
I want to know who the rat is.
Don't worry, I'll find it for you.
Take it easy, Gennaro.
- Bye, Giuseppe. -Take care of Azzurra.
Go, brother, get moving!
One dose.
Here.
A dose of coke.
Move it!
Fast! What's the matter with you?
Hey, Mama,
the Wind's blowing in your face!
Mama, the red truck's comin'!
- The Wind's in your face! -The red truck's coming!
Move it!
Come down!
Pieces of shit!
How much did we make this week?
Not much, Don Pietro.
The cops are all over,
roadblocks in every square, so sales are down.
We gotta organise differently.
The police don't have enough men to control us all.
A fixed base is one thing,
territorial control is another.
The territory's in our hands, we have to show them.
They don't have to come for drugs,
we'll take it to them ourselves.
Demand creates the market, right?
And the demand's never lacking for drugs.
- Hi. -Hi.
What's wrong, don't you like it?
I've been thinking the same thing for days.
What's that?
About what happened to my father, Gennaro.
You can count those who knew about Alfredo Natale on one hand.
You were with me when they were talking about it.
And so?
Did you do it?
Your father offered me an alliance
where I'd have been a minority partner
and I didn't like that.
We weren't born to be second in command.
We have to be the protagonists of our future, just us.
Brother, I'll be waiting outside the bar!
C'mon, get moving!
How much did we make this week?
435,000 euros.
- Don Pietro... -See?
It's starting to turn again.
Yes, but one problem remains.
- What's that? -Ciro.
He's buying everyone who belonged to Mulatto, Scianel, Prince.
He's paying lots
and says he wants to destroy you like he did Gennaro.
I won't end up like my son.
I have to destroy him right away.
I'm betraying my own blood for you and for him.
Never forget that.
Bye, sweetheart.
- I'll be waiting at home. -OK.
BYE, bye.
Be a good girl!
Get down and don't move!
Down!
Piece of shit!
Stay down!
Stay down and don't move! I'm calling your dad.
Move!
Well?
You killed a child, they won't let you get away with that.
He killed lmma who was my whole life.
You gotta come back now, your place is here.
Since all this mess broke out,
I've always delivered your dope, but I've never seen a cent.
What the fuck are you saying?
I have to pay you?
Now you'll buy the stuff from our Honduran friends to give it to me.
Our friends...
My home is somewhere else
and I want to be paid for the stuff.
Forget this shit about Rome,
we've always sold our stuff here.
They want it? They'll have to come here for it.
- Things have changed. -The fuck they have.
You're Pietro Savastano's son,
nothing more than that.
...Because redeemed by death, absolved from all sins,
reconciled with the Father,
and carried on the shoulder of the Good Shepherd,
may our sister Maria Rita
join with the Eternal King in everlasting joy
and delight in the company of saints.
Come, saints of God,
hasten, Angels of the Lord,
welcome her soul
and present it at the throne of the Almighty.
Grant her eternal rest, Oh Lord,
may she glory in perpetual light.
Rest in peace. Amen.
Let's go!
Upstairs!
Ciro...
Ciro!
You have to do something for me.
Anything you want.
I gotta leave here.
I'll take care of it, I'll organise everything.
I gotta go alone.
What?
It's over for me.
He won.
Take the money from the safe,
split it between you.
Then we all go our own ways.
Scram.
Genny was a beautiful child!
He looked so much like you.
But he's right when he says he's a man now.
What do you mean?
We have to let go of children and the dead.
I was a soldier for you,
I betrayed my brother and sisters,
I'm willing to die.
I even tried to be a wife...
But I don't know how to be the stand-in for a ghost.
Hello?
I have to talk to you.
It's something that concerns me, it's important.
Talk, I'm listening.
No, no.
I want you to come back here,
I have to talk to you in person.
Where can we meet?
Where the white roses are, before it gets dark.
I'll be waiting.
Forgive me for coming in.
I wanted to look at you.
And what did you see?
That I can have money,
I can rule...
If you're not a child, you know very well what you see.
An old man
who's almost done living,
and a girl, who's beautiful.
She's strong
and has her whole life ahead.
Don't say that.
Since when does the truth scare you?
The deal I'm offering is not a good one.
You have to take an old man with all his ghosts...
What do you get out of it?
Nothing.
Except knowing that, if this old man's still walking,
it's because you're here.
Why are you here?
Poison, Ciro.
I wanted to turn the world upside down, Gennaro,
but I wasn't able to.
There's just one thing left for you to do.
The phone...
This is my thing.
Forgive me, lmma.
I can't stand being alone any more.
Good, Azzurra, it's coming!
It's coming!
Breathe well through your nose.
Good, go, down!
A long one, good, Azzurra!
Again, again...
Wonderful!
It's over.
Darling, I'm here, grab onto me.
I'm right here with you.
Ciro...
Don Pietro...
The end of the day, it's just this.
It's all right here.
It's coming!
Hang onto me.
Blow, don't push.
Blow!
Like that!
Good, good, good...
Here he is, blow...
Blow, blow...
Go!
Again... Here he is!
Congratulations!
Congratulations.
Hi...
Mummy's love.
My love...
No, Don Pietro!
Here he is.
What shall we call this beautiful baby?
Pietro.
Pietro Savastano.