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or I'll go to the cops

and tell them everything.

I understand.

How much? I'll find a way

to get it to you.

You don't see, I want you

to get me in with the right people,

you decide.

Relax, I'll give you time.

I know you're worried,

killing a minor with overdose

doesn't happen every day.

I didn't kill anyone.

You have one day,

I'll be back tomorrow.

Hello.

Do you know why

your father killed himself?

No, I don't.

Debts.

A mountain of debts,

with us.

Things weren't going well

for him lately.

I know he had a tough period

two years ago.

That continued

and we took on all his debts,

we're talking millions.

So, everything he had is ours.

He passed on early

and we want our investment back.

My friend, when the fat runs out,

you get what you can, even the

nerves, right down to the bone.

Get my drift?

Too bad nothing's in my name,

or I could have...

We're off to a bad start.

How about the villa

where you organize parties?

No, it's in the company name,

all I have is stock.

The majority of share,

so, it's yours.

Not exactly...

I'll give you a week

to hand over the villa,

the house, car and all

the small change you can scrape up.

I'm furious with your father,

so, if you don't go, I'll chop

your leg off, put it in the fridge

and give it back

when you bring me the money.

Scabbre...

I need a hand, you have to help me.

- You asking me?

- Yes, only you.

I had a visit from a guy,

who needs to be taught

certain things can't be done.

Who is it?

A scab.

I'm listening.

Hi, Dagger.

Hi, you scared me.

The devil himself can't scare you!

Wait a minute.

The politician complained.

The f*** you're doing going

to his office in front of everyone?

- It's none of your f***ing business.

- It's not done.

We treat those people different.

What do you want?

Are you his butler?

Why didn't he come directly to me?

Same reason your brother didn't go

and sent you.

Manfredi doesn't even know I saw him,

this is my own deal.

Politics aren't your thing,

forget it.

And who's thing is it, yours?

Sorry but you gotta make room for me,

I'm sittin' at this table too.

Why do you touch your dick

when you talk? Got the clap?

- Maybe you do.

- Don't f*** me around.

Who knows, maybe so.

Manfredi's right, when he says the

Atlantic separates you and your pa.

Your brother doesn't even know

where the Atlantic is, Dagger.

So, I'll tell him you'll be by

to give him a geography test.

- Good!

- Now get the f*** lost!

Manfredi!

Manfredi!

He died next

to the locked door of his car,

a brand new luxury SUV.

Maybe he wanted to run

and was attacked from behind.

Alberto Anacleti is local,

young, he grew up here.

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