A Quiet Life

Synopsis: The story of a man who murdered thirty-two people, gained power, and then got afraid because too many people wanted to kill him. One August morning, he disappeared. For fifteen years, everyone believed him dead. Instead, he was living in a little hotel near Frankfurt, with a wife and a young German son. Then, when the trains filled with waste departed from Naples, the past climbed on board. This is the story of a man who, while trying to kill a chestnut tree with a copper nail, was grabbed from behind by his past. And was forced to settle the score.
Genre: Crime, Drama
Director(s): Claudio Cupellini
Production: 01 Distribution
  3 wins & 14 nominations.
105 min



Next month, from Campania,

20 thousand tons of refuse

will be transferred

to the incinerator at Biebesheim.

Hessen regional president

Michael Richter,

assures the refuse will be


to materials for industrial use.

Only a small portion of the refuse

is destined for the incinerators...

Eduardo, don't you smell a stink?

- What stink?

- Smells like gas.

Move over.

- A looker, isn't he?

- Yeah.

- Any left?

- Wait.

- What was that?

- Run!


Take the stairs!

All hell broke loose.

Can't explain now.

Sure, it's all okay.

Put Dad on?

Yeah, wake him up.

Have him call me,

we'd better put it off.

- What are you lookin' for?

- Nothing.

Why did you have to call so fast?

- What's the difference?

- Gigantic!

Is it my fault the hotel blew up?


I'm okay, but there was

a problem at the hotel.

An explosion.

The cops are here now,

we gotta reorganize.

We push it up two weeks!

He wants to talk to you.


You're right, we were jerks.

I know.

I know!

I'll find a safe place,

relax, we won't mess around.

No documents, okay.

- He wanted to call your brother.

- 'Cause I'm the idiot son!

What's it you're lookin' for?

Sleep, we'll be going to Wiesbaden.


I might have backing there.

Hotel-Restaurant da Rosario, hello.

Yes, Mrs. Mueller,

my husband should have come.

We'll be right there.

Use the red tablecloths.

But Mr. Rosario said...

And I say red!

Bamboo, have you seen Rosario?

I swear to God, Claudio,

you're out of here tonight!

If you like, I'll go now.

The school called.

No more Italians, all Vietnamese!

You have to go get Mathias.

I forgot, can you?

I have to set 54 places.

And I have to cook the boar.

We'd like it if you go.


Thaw the crabs.

- Doing wild boar with crab?

- It's forbidden?

In real restaurants, it is.

Bamboo, thaw the crabs.

- Do everything he says.

- He doesn't even talk!

- Good for him!

- Never does a fucking thing.

- Bamboo, never a fucking thing!

- 'Cause you do, huh?

Doris, no red, all blue.

All blue...

Hello, Mrs. Mueller.

School got out half an hour ago.

You're right.

If you can't get here on time

apply for the school bus.

You're right...

Stop by the restaurant sometime.

What for?

For dinner.

Good day.


It's Claudio's fault I'm late.

He's been working with me

for 10 years!

Remember when he came?


Right, you weren't born yet.

I can take the bus with Lucas.

I like coming to pick you up!

- But you always come late.

- Not always.

- Often.

- Okay, often.

But this time it's Claudio's fault.

I'm wrong,

I hire Italians, I help them,

I trust them and it doesn't work out.

It's damned freezin'.

- What are you lookin' at?

- Your guess?

We always gotta take the ferry

to get to the other side?

I have to see where the f*ck we are,

just watch the sea.

You call this a sea!


They have no starters.


- Crab with wild boar!

- They're German, they eat anything.

When you own a restaurant,

you can decide.

Try it at the Danieli,

they'd kick you out.

- For me, you can get out now.

- Your nails clean?

You still here?

Two Italians are asking for you.

Mr. Russo?

Wild boar and crab...

I'll call the inspectors in.

- I'm shakin'! This okay?

- Yeah, better.

Mr. Russo?

What is it?

What do I tell the two Italians?

Whatever you want.

They say they're your friends.

Let them wait.

- Is this okay?

- I give up!

- Take the boar in!

- After the crab, nothing goes in!

Don't break my balls. Renate?

Where's my wife?

Haven't seen her.

The Vietcong spoke!

At the reception desk.

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