PREVIOUSLY ON
Someone warned him.
Every time we're about to arrest Mariano Suro, he gets away.
I'm fucking sick of him fucking around!
Come with us.
You're under arrest.
They say you barely diverted the raid.
I swear I'm going to get you acquitted.
My brother hated funerals. He didn't come to his, either.
I've decided to go back to work.
My first grandson was born.
Let's go to the baptism.
You still want to arrest Mariano Suro?
I want to kill him.
And you want to go back to Sicily? How do you intend to face it?
Balduccio Remora
a cousin from South America.
-Who the fuck remembers his face? -Exactly.
Welcome to Wowter World.
Cousin Balduccio.
My wife, Teresa...
You waged a war that was already lost.
I want to know your plan.
Where's Mariano?
Swear you'll bring my son back.
Some want to get the son back, the others want to war against Suro.
Is it absurd if I ask you to come and work for... With me?
My father for my son.
Where and when?
Forgive me, Dad.
Throw your rifle on the ground!
The loggerhead sea turtle is free again!
-Yeah! -Yeah!
We have to stop Wowter World's massacre
and the other lager sea parks!
Rossella will now be able to go back to her habitat,
reproduce and spawn!
-Yeah! -Yeah!
Nature doesn't stop!
NATURE DOES NOT STOP
Nature doesn't stop!
Thanks to this special GPS system,
we will be able to follow Rossella wherever she goes!
-Rossella! Rossella! -Rossella! Rossella!
-Come on! -Go, Rossella!
The sea is yours, Rossella!
-Go, Rossella! -Rossella! Rossella!
Rossella! Rossella!
-Go, Rossella! -Rossella! Rossella!
-The sea is just a couple of steps away! -Go, go!
Go, Rossella.
Go!
FREE THE ANIMALS
Go, Rossella!
Go! Go, Rossella!
No, no... Whatever, come on.
Come on, guys, we're almost there!
-Nature can't be stopped. -Bye!
Wowter World, the fun is guaranteed!
Come with Mom and Dad, and if you bring a brother or sister
under the age of five, you are entitled to a 50% discount.
Mr. Salvatore, I was thinking...
What will I leave behind, in this world?
-What do you mean? -I don't have an heir anymore.
Nothing I can hand down.
No, it's not that you no longer have an heir.
It's that you killed your only son that Suro had left alive.
A son who betrays his father.
Where will this lead us?
It's the new generations. This is the future.
But it's my fault.
I didn't teach the right values.
Family, honor...
loyalty.
-I was an absent father. Too... -Too fugitive, so to say.
Yes, fugitive.
Well, it isn't all gone. You still have the baby.
-Mariano. -Mariano?
Once we get him back,
we'll go to the Registry Office and change his name.
We'll give him a different name. I don't know, maybe... Salvatore.
Another Salvatore Tracina on the loose.
The Tracina of the future.
The one who will re-establish a name and a dynasty.
A new progenitor.
How can we possibly do that?
We'll kill Suro and get the baby.
Still thinking about Suro? Where can we find him?
This is exactly what I had in mind. You don't need to do anything.
You just need to get me in touch with someone close to Suro.
I'll do the rest.
So now you just come here and give me orders?
"Let's do this, let's do that, and I'll do the rest"?
God forbid, Mr. Salvatore.
I just had an idea.
But I wanted to find out if it was feasible before bothering you.
Feasible?
How do you know whether it's feasible or not?
I'll tell you whether it's feasible! I'll tell you!
Come on.
Let's hear your "great idea."
Salvatore Tracina's son,
an arms dealer and a waiter with Down syndrome.
Is this a riddle?
Nico, there's no room for guessing.
It's an attack by Suro on what remains of the Tracina family.
Anyway, we'll ask Palàmita what the fuck happened.
He'll tell us a lot of other things.
Sure. What's the saying?
-A speaking mobster... -Is either crazy or dead. I know.
Or maybe he ended up talking to Leonarda Scotellaro.
Great work, Scotellaro.
-Congratulations! -Well done.
-Very good. -Congratulations.
Well done, Scotellaro.
Scotellaro!
-Commander... -Finish your food.
Such an arrest isn't very common.
-Congratulations. You did a great job. -Thank you.
The real job starts now.
Palàmita, you have two options.
You get a life sentence,
or you talk about Mariano Suro.
You're guilty of three murders. I'm not sure that's clear to you.
Very clear.
Like a spring morning in Mondello.
You'll end up in the Ucciardone prison.
Do you know how many of Suro's enemies are in there?
Is this a rhetorical question
or is it a question that requires a specific answer?
Like, I don't know, 726?
You'd better hope that at trial you get Article 41-bis.
At least you'd be protected there.
Do you know how long it could take to get to the Supreme Court?
Months. Years.
Eventually some old enemy of Suro could want to cut your throat.
Just like that, in memory of the good old days.
Marshal...
-They won't touch me. -No?
Because Suro offers lifelong protection?
Maybe he'd rather kill you than trust you for 30 years.
Do you know what can happen in 30 years?
Another rhetorical question?
Marshal Scotellaro...
You've already decided my sentence.
See...
Nothing is more surprising than Italian justice.
Didn't you learn anything from what happened to your brother?
I swear I'll take you to the Ucciardone prison personally.
Guard!
Open this fucking door!
Have they left you in here?
-Sorry. -No, come in.
Come in.
If I don't pump it out, I'll get engorged.
-Do you mind? -No, go ahead.
Were you there when they killed Enzuccio?
Yes, of course.
What happened?
A gunfight with the police.
Bastards.
What a shame.
Widow.
What a strange word.
Enzuccio would have known where it comes from, what it means.
He knew all these useless things.
I brought you something.
For you.
That's so kind of you, Baldu.
A little present.
I don't have a son and a husband anymore.
But now I have a lousy turtle-shaped pendant.
Never take it off, the turtle brings good luck.
You'll need it when you'll get out of here.
It makes no sense staying after Enzuccio's death.
Go back home, to your family, to Marianuccio.
Yeah, sure.
Tracina will never let me go.
I talked to him. He agrees.
I swear to God, that crazy woman isn't going anywhere!
The reason Suro hasn't dropped an atomic bomb on this fucking place
is because we have his daughter as our human shield!
For real?
Of course.
She's not going anywhere!
Even he understands that it's too cruel to separate a mother from her child.
-So? -So you can pack your bags.
You're free.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Yes, Rossella. Yes.
Now you are free! Rossella!
Nature doesn't stop, Rossella!
Yes!
STATE POLICE
Palàmita, everything okay?
How can it be okay?
What...
What you told me...
-What? -That if...
If I tell you something about Mariano Suro...
Will I be free?
Of course.
You have my word. I'll stop this van immediately.
We'll put you into witness protection.
You and your family.
We'll find a safe place where you can start a new life.
That would be really nice.
I swear.
All right.
Stop! Stop immediately!
STATE POLICE
Come here.
Something about Mariano Suro.
-Get out of the way! -Fucking drive!
Move it, asshole!
Well? Why did I have to rush here?
-He's finally here. Understand? -Who?
Who? A client worthy of our law firm! It's a turning point!
-Yes? -Yes.
How did he find us?
He called us. He wanted to...
He found us on the Internet. Come on, Matteo...
No, I mean... He...
Your sister-in-law arrested him.
What for?
Multiple homicides. In one of them, he was caught red-handed.
-What's his name? -Cataldo Silvio Maria Palàmita.
-Palàmita? -Yes.
So... It's all bullshit.
I got involved in things completely unrelated to me.
Good morning.
Attorney Matteo Boccanera, at your service. Please.
I'm sure you'll prove it in court.
-But we can't accept your defense. -What?
Luvi, wait. Let's talk it over.
May I ask why?
I suppose I don't need to tell you who my father was.
-I don't handle Mafia cases. -Mafia?
Ma'am, you surprise me.
That accusation has yet to be shown.
Of course. But it's still a no.
-Besides, address me as attorney. -Right.
You're an incorruptible attorney. And I'm a good person.
-That's why I need you. -Really?
It has nothing to do with the fact
that I'm the sister-in-law of the marshal who arrested you?
-Were you expecting special treatment? -Really? It's a small world.
Goodbye. Matteo?
Look... I...
Goodbye.
I hope you won't regret it.
Like your father did.
Come on, let's go.
-What is it? -Come on! Quickly!
Without even saying goodbye?
Who do you want to say goodbye to? Everyone's asleep.
-Not even Mario? -Mario hates goodbyes.
He gets emotional. He's sentimental.
What's in the cooler bag?
The milk for the baby, why?
I messaged one of your guys, Peppe 'U Cidduzzu.
I said they'll find you on the Palermo to Mazara del Vallo highway.
At the first gas station.
Apparently, you can't ring your father's doorbell.
No one knows where he's hiding right now.
No one knows, right?
You don't know either.
-Where he is. -What do you want to know, Balduccio?
Nothing. I don't want to know anything.
No one knows where my father is. They're certainly not going to tell me.
BAR RESTAURANT
Shall we eat something in the meantime?
To be deprived.
To become empty.
That's what "widow" means.
You like showing you attended classical high school.
I'm a widower, too. Sort of.
Shall we?
That piece of shit! He put on that act!
He made me stop the van! He made a fucking ass of me and...
Hey, are you listening to me?
I'm pregnant.
Are you serious?
I would like to rule out that it's mine...
-Luigi... -What?
Isn't the dick overrated?
Apparently, it still has some use.
You betrayed me.
No, it happened before.
-When? -Before!
-How long haven't you had your period? -Three months.
What the fuck, Katerina! Don't you know how children are made?
I'm on the pill! I thought I was late.
-Then how the fuck is that possible? -Maybe it's a miracle!
A miracle...
The Holy Virgin Mary.
Or maybe I got the days mixed up.
That's more likely.
How do you feel?
I threw up three times.
But I'm fine.
I want to keep it.
-You? -Why not? It could be our child.
Come on. Let's keep it.
I don't know.
Do you want to have an abortion or get back with Luigi?
I don't know. Get that cigarette out of my face! It makes me sick!
How is your family usually?
I mean, on time or...
Don't worry. They'll come.
Let's hope so.
-Hello. -Good choice. Yes, it's 19.99.
THIS BUSINESS STAYS CLOSED ON TUESDAYS
Look what I got for Marianuccio...
Teré.
Teresa.
Wake up.
-What time is it? -They're not coming anymore.
What shall we do?
Priscilla, why didn't you come?
Didn't Peppe 'U Cidduzzu tell you anything?
What are you doing here? Aren't you part of the Tracina family now?
No, they let me go.
Mr. Salvatore Tracina was very magnanimous
and decided to give her back to her family.
And who asked Mr. Tracina to do that?
It was a generous and free gesture.
-Why? -Because...
Teresa wanted to go back to her family.
And you? Who the fuck are you?
We met...
We met at the baptism...
We even took a picture together.
I'm Balduccio. Cousin Balduccio Remora.
From South America.
Listen, cousin Balduccio Remora from South America...
She always looked down on us, just like she always did with her son.
I had postpartum depression. It's documented.
Definitely postpartum. You've been depressed since your birth.
I understand there's a certain friction between you.
But doesn't your father want his daughter back?
Peppe 'U Cidduzzu brought my father the message,
and you know how he responded?
"You can keep this runaway girl. We're better off without her."
Holy Mary, with all of this noise...
Sweetheart, come here.
Did these useless beings wake you up?
No, no, they're leaving now. They're leaving now.
All right, I'll do as you say.
I'll leave and won't come back.
But my son is coming with me.
The baby is staying here. He's better off without you too.
Mrs. Priscilla, you may give the baby everything you want,
the education and the stability he needs.
But only a mother can give her child certain things.
Such as?
Such as...
-Milk. -Milk.
Mother's milk.
Do you know what the WHO says?
You're a pharmacist. You should know these things.
That in a baby's first two years, mother's milk...
Balduccio, go tell the WHO
that I still breast feed my five-year-old daughter Mariagrazia.
Five.
We don't need any milk.
We're fine. Thanks for your concern.
You're a damn...
Suck, little one. You're so hungry.
You can't take my son away from me.
Teresa, we already have.
You'll thank me one day.
Now, goodbye. Take care.
Let's go.
Didn't I tell you that she had to stay here?
-In fact, she's here. -Are you bragging now?
Mr. Salvatore, I had a plan. I told you.
If it had worked, it would have brought me to Suro.
And did it work?
Who do you think you are?
I tell you to do something and you do the opposite?
Do you know that I've killed for much less? Do you know that?
I know. I know.
Of course.
The files are in your head.
Files.
Then, tell me, Balduccio.
How did the cops get to the restaurant? Do you know?
-Someone probably warned them. -Of course.
Nice catch.
You should have become a magistrate.
"Someone" who?
It's not like a police car arrived. No.
A marshal of the Special Operations Group showed up...
with the last name Scotellaro.
Doesn't this name ring a bell?
Cleaning service urgently required...
And you, Mario...
Urgently.
You were at the restaurant. You know anything?
No, Mr. Salvatore.
No, right.
What about you, Domé?
You were there, too.
You don't know anything either?
-I don't know, Mr. Salvato. -Of course.
No one knows shit here.
The most credible hypothesis is that Special Ops
were already monitoring the restaurant.
For arms trafficking.
"The most credible hypothesis."
Suck my dick, will you?
"It's the most credible hypothesis!"
From this moment on, no one leaves or enters this fucking place
without my permission! No one! Clear?
Did he get nervous?
LAW OFFICE BOCCANERA - BRAY
Did you throw your mother under the truck? Yes or no?
Yes, but I didn't kill her!
I don't understand...
She was already dead.
She had a heart attack in her sleep, two hours earlier.
Beautiful death, they say... Perhaps for those like you...
But I'm without a pension now. How shall I get by with five children?
So you simply...
took your mother's dead body, dressed it,
pretended to take it out for a walk,
and then threw it under the first truck passing by?
At the crosswalk, so I could at least get some money from the insurance company.
But instead, you've been accused of intentional homicide.
The truck driver said he saw you...
What a fucking bastard!
She was already dead!
Attorney, I swear on my four children.
-Weren't they five? -Yes, but one is my wife's child.
Well, I'm not so sure about it.
Well, thank you for choosing us.
But unfortunately, at the moment we are...
We will take your case.
Thank you, attorney.
As to the payment...
As I imagined.
We'll catch up this week. Goodbye.
-Thank you, attorney. Goodbye. -Goodbye.
KEEP CLEAR DAY AND NIGHT
A beer?
No, thanks. Maybe tomorrow.
Have a nice evening.
I'm sorry.
For what?
I...
I didn't know Palàmita and Suro were...
Well, I...
I feel really shitty for letting you meet him.
That you had to talk to him.
You should have made inquiries beforehand.
-Can I make it up to you? -Put your glasses on, Matteo.
Yes.
Go home. Bye.
-Good night. -Good night.
I hope you won't regret it.
Like your father did.
So?
Are you sure?
Of course.
Palàmita went target-shooting that morning.
So the gunshot residue analysis is fucking useless.
Nico, that guy is fucking with us,
and we're letting him.
Listen, Nico, I'll call you later.
NOW I KNOW: I'M GOING BACK TO LUIGI. K.
Suck it.
All right, see ya.
Hey, you got something for me?
-What do you want? -Two pieces.
Two pieces of what?
Two pieces.
Get lost, come on.
Actually...
Please go away, officer.
I'm gifted, you know?
Because I immediately recognize people like you. Sorry.
You don't get it.
I said two pieces.
Come on. My girl is expecting a child from another man.
Is that a good enough reason?
Well, I hardly believe she's expecting a child from you. Get lost.
Listen, here's the money. I'll get it myself.
-Where is it? In here? -Hey, stop it! Stop!
-Where the fuck is it? -All right, all right!
All right.
Wait here, okay?
Couldn't she just go and bust someone else's balls?
What the fuck!
My arm!
You're gifted, you're right. I'm a cop.
Now, listen to me.
I'm taking you to Ucciardone now
and it's up to you to decide if you want to stay there for six to eight years.
-Or... -Or what?
Or you do something for me and you're out of this.
It's up to you.
Let's go.
Towels.
You look too old to be working here.
Don't fuck with me.
Oh, well. You're right.
WASH ME!
Who brought this?
Attorney, don't tell me you're a vegetarian, are you?
Santino...
You scared me to death. What is this?
Don't you see? It's a gift.
To thank you for everything you did for me.
-You shouldn't have. -You're joking?
Put it in the oven with rosemary and potatoes,
and it's delicious!
Then come and tell me if you liked it.
By the way, come here.
I mean, you have such a nice car, and you just leave it parked there?
It's an environmental choice.
LAW OFFICE ATTY. MATTEO BOCCANERA - ATTY. LUVI BRAY
-No! -Dad!
Mr. Bray!
Dad!
-Mr. Bray! -Dad!
Dad!
Mr. Bray!
Dad!
What's that look on your face, Mario?
What are we doing here?
We're not earning any money and we can't leave.
I have always been faithful to Mr. Salvatore.
But ever since his return...
Of course, something went wrong. I'll give you that.
He doesn't trust us anymore.
He's crazy, insane. He talks to dead relatives.
What do you think we should do?
Listen...
I don't know who you are.
Cousin Balduccio from South America.
I mind my own business and don't ask questions.
But...
But what?
We have to stop him.
'U Siccu and the Zerro twins agree with me.
And who's going to stop him? You?
'U Siccu?
The Zerro twins?
Do you want to do it yourself?
Or do you want to sell him to Suro?
I'll talk to him tonight.
I'll try to talk sense into him.
Earn your salary.
Don Salvatore, many of us...
are wondering what's going on.
What's going on?
Do you remember Bernardo?
Bernardo was so handsome.
He was 21 years old when he was killed.
And Salvatore Junior...
My firstborn.
Your bastard father, that piece of shit.
He took everything away from me.
We have weapons now.
But we don't have soldiers.
It's not just soldiers that we lack.
It's time.
So what should we do?
Shall we wait and die like rats?
Locked up in a waterpark? Is this your plan?
You tell me what the plan is.
You have all these great ideas in your head, so tell me what the plan is.
You want to give in and let them win?
You want Mariano Suro to win?
We can expand.
Become powerful.
And get the other families on our side.
We need to breathe down Suro's neck.
Someone is bound to talk, eventually.
You don't need to tell us how we think.
Do you know what's necessary to become a man of honor?
You need to kill at least one person.
Have you ever killed someone?
Then why the fuck are you talking?
Come on, we'll talk it over when our minds are clearer.
Don't touch it, you piece of shit. Don't touch it.
Ever since I met you...
My life has become a bunch of shit.
Listening to you...
Has only turned my life into a disaster.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Go away.
Go away, leave me alone...
Nice.
What happened?
I have a great idea.
-What idea? -You want a son.
And so do I.
-Let's do it. -What?
Nothing could be easier.
Nature can't be stopped. Nature can't be stopped.
Nature can't be stopped!
Help!
No!
Help!
No!
Hold still!
Bitch!
-Balduccio! -Shut up!
Ever since I listened to you, everything has been a disaster,
Mr. Scotellaro.
I'm going to kill you!
I'll kill you!
Wait.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE
Merry Christmas.
Balduccio Remora.
Who the fuck is he?
I say let's keep fighting Suro and get my son back.
Remember the protection money?
People buy everything on the Internet.
Why not ask the Internet for protection money?
He wants to summon the commission.
He wants all the families to go against Suro.
Wipe that smile off your face.
-Why defend a mobster? -It's my job.
We need to invest this money and make a profit.
Nino Scotellaro was innocent.