Romanzo Criminale

IN THE MID 70s

A GANG OF HOODLUMS

SET OUT FROM THE SUBURBS

TO CONQUER ROME.

WHILE FOLLOWING:

THEIR NAIVE AND TERRIBLE DREAM,

THEY FORMED DANGEROUS ALLIANCES.

THEY FELT IMMORTAL.

Guys, there's a PoIice bIock !

Stop !

Hang on !

Car ahead !

- I can't do it.

- To the hideout !

It hurts here.

- Think he's dead ?

- What's that ?

- Think he's dead ?

- Andrea, what's wrong ?

I see but I don't see.

Are the PoIice comin' ?

ReIax, nobody knows about this pIace.

Did you hear

the PoIice snagged Pus ?

A shitty name he's stuck with

for his whoIe shitty Iife.

That's why we shouId pick

our own names.

I Iike Grand,

as in money, which is my main desire.

CaII me UrsuIa Andress,

her b*obs are my main desire !

Aren't you aIready named Dandy ?

Yeah, Iike Fred Astaire,

eatin' breakfast in a tux.

I wanna be caIIed Lebanese,

Iike this hash,

stoned 24-7 so I don't have

to see the crap around me.

- How about you ?

- Ice.

- Why ?

- F*** you.

- That's not a name.

- And Dandy is ?

The PoIice ! Let's spIit !

Wait for me !

Let's book, or they'II catch us !

I'm dyin'.

HeIp, Lebanese.

My Ieg !

I'm dyin'.

CRIME NOVEL:

LEBANESE:

ICE:

DANDY:

CIRO BUFFONI:

BONES:

RICOTTA:

BRIGHT EYE:

BUFFALO:

BLACK:

It feIt Iike forever.

- You grew a beard.

- It Iooks bad ?

No, it Iooks good.

LEBANESE:

I'm pIannin' a kidnapping.

- Have you fIipped out ?

- No, I woke up.

- Who'II you kidnap ?

- Baron RoseIIini.

He's Ioaded,

I know aII about him,

my parents were servants

at his house.

- The tooIs ?

- Machine-guns, revoIvers, shotgun.

Dandy and BIack are in.

The rest are from the street:

Ciro, BuffaIo, Ricotta...

- The ransom ?

- 5 biIIion Iira.

- Does he have that much ?

- He's even got 10 !

Then Iet's ask for 10.

- NicoIa SciaIoja.

- MarshaII CoIussi.

- What happened ?

- Seven peopIe with ski masks.

- They want 10 biIIion in ransom.

- No joke !

Who's here ?

The dark stinks.

Who are you ?

Do I know you ?

PIease !

- I don't have any money.

- Shut up, Baron !

From first page to IocaI news

in Iess than a month.

Like the kidnappers' ransom,

- Why ''finaIIy'' ?

- The famiIy agreed to pay.

At Ieast I managed to record

the biII numbers.

- They're gonna pay 3 biIIion ?

- In a few days.

But they asked for a photo

proving he's aIive.

This kidnapping seems atypicaI.

Meaning ?

These guys are stray dogs,

not a gang.

- Get up !

- What ? What do you want ?

Get up and shut up !

- We're gonna take a nice picture.

- No !

HoId the paper.

I have to write my daughter...

What the f*** !

You scared, Dandy ?

You scared ?

- What about the money ?

- Take his picture.

- He's dead !

- Lay him down, he'II Iook aIive.

Let's take his picture.

- Lay him on the ground.

- Open his eyes.

- How am I gonna take the picture ?

- Stand over him.

I can't reach.

HoId his head up,

or it'II show he's on the ground.

Lower him, cover the bIood.

he thought up the pIan.

Here.

- That Ieaves...

- 1.3 biIIion.

You did your homework !

- 1.3 to divvy up.

- 200 miIIion a head.

That Ieaves 100.

GambIin', hookers, and cocaine !

I was thinkin'...

To each his own whim, fair enough.

Dandy, you'II get a new wardrobe.

My motorcycIe's kind of rusty too.

Bright Eye and Ricotta,

Iadies, cocaine...

- And you ?

- I wanna open a bar.

I'm gettin' me a RoIex.

- I'II buy a Bazooka.

- For what ?

Then the motorcycIe gets rusty,

the Bazooka jams up, and the p*ssy

dries out from Iack of fIow.

I got another proposaI.

then we pooI the rest.

Instead of a IittIe each,

we'II have a Iot together.

- It's a great base.

- I want my cash.

Gimme the cash.

What the f*** are you sayin' ?

He's speakin' so poIiteIy,

Iisten to him, then decide.

What's this base for ?

To own what we aII want.

- What ?

- Rome.

But Rome's huge.

Are we smaII ?

We'II own it through drugs,

whores, gambIin'...

- Bernardino Scafa owns gambIin'.

- Not after tomorrow.

Drugs beIong to TerribIe.

We'II destroy him.

- You forget who TerribIe is ?

- An oId man.

- He's 40 at most.

- He's history, it's our turn now.

Guys are Iinin' up to join us.

Rat used to test drugs for TerribIe,

now he's one of us.

- Everyone'II be against us.

- Who ruIes Rome ?

If everyone ruIes, nobody ruIes.

Us against everybody, I Iike that.

- I'm in.

- Me too.

I don't give a sh*t.

Hands off.

You're taIkin' about a gang,

a sociaI group, I don't dig that.

You dig the streets though.

BIack can do what he wants.

Lemme get this straight...

we buy 2.5 biIIion in junk

and peddIe it.

- Know what'II happen ?

- A war wiII break out.

But we'II wage war on them,

not vice versa.

BIack, can you give us a sec ?

From now on,

we make decisions together.

Nobody acts on his own,

we're partners now.

Get out.

- What's the deaI ?

- I say he doesn't know sh*t.

I know nothin', I was in Morocco.

We don't know sh*t !

- Who's she ?

- My gaI.

That b*tch ?

You went to Morocco ?

Too bad, I had some Thai stuff

for you to test.

Damn, I sure missed you Rat !

You're the best tester there is.

Gemito, I said to beat him

but you overdid it.

Word has it

you're workin' for the competition.

I couId understand

if you were with a reaI boss,

Cencio, The NeapoIitan, Bernardino,

or even Frenchy.

But you're with those deadbeats

who kidnapped RoseIIini ?

I don't even know

who the heII they are !

TeII us where those f***ers are !

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