Gomorrah (Gomorra - La serie)

Treat me right.

Gimme a good piece.

Hey, give it here!

This shit's good!

What? I'm takin' a toke, c'mon!

No!

- C'mon, I bring you money. - Go!

Go!

- No, ten. - One rock.

- Ten! - Stop it!

He said ten euro!

- C'mon, I'll bring it later. - Stop it!

Give me a rock, just one!

I said stop!

Hello?

113, your complaint?

I can hear shooting from my house.

Are you sure it's firearms?

Yes, they're shooting.

- Address? - Via Fuentes.

- Anyone wounded? - I don't know.

- What the fuck are you doing? - Fuck off!

You fuck off!

Turn left.

Turn right.

Put your hands on the scanner.

Strip.

Soldier, we want no trouble here.

This yard gets smaller every day, Don Pietro.

Don't worry, Antonio, when I get out,

I'll send you a postcard of Vesuvius,

improve your view.

Look at them laugh! A postcard?

- Don't you like Vesuvius? - Send one to them too!

Sure, I like Vesuvius!

- Are you Pietro Savastano? - What the fuck's it to you?

I have to talk to you.

Hear him? He has to talk to me.

I heard.

I came here just to meet with you.

- And why's that? - We gotta talk business.

- Wow! - It's somethin' big!

What business? See where we are?

See? End of discussion!

Get out of the sun, chocolate bar, you'll melt!

Maybe I wasn't clear,

I gotta get out, I can't stay in here.

The hearing's been postponed again, I can't figure out why.

- Till when? - Nine months.

What the fuck is it, a pregnancy?

Pietro, I did all I could, still nothing,

the judge is smart,

but they can't hold you much longer, they'll have to release you.

Counselor, that asshole warden has me in a bind.

There are loads of problems on the outside.

They gotta hear my voice, in a year it'll be too late.

There's just one solution...

a transfer request.

If you agree...

By now even the monkeys out there

think they can sit at a table with men.

Motherfucker!

Can't even get a decent shower in this shithole!

Shower's no good here.

Not going out? Don't you like to play ball?

Kids play, men talk business.

Again 7.

You don't get it. You and me have nothing to say.

Do you know crack addicts?

They're bad business,

it's dangerous work, 50% is too much,

we can give 10.

10 is good for you and for us.

When my son was little, I'd take him to see the monkeys

and he said: "Daddy, how come"

such stupid animals wanna do what people do?"

Monkeys are nice when they obey their master,

because if they want to be in charge, they're dangerous,

they gotta be put down.

We gotta talk, go over percentages.

There's nothin' to say,

we've already talked about this,

you set the percentages with Don Pietro personally.

We can't change 'em.

I know, that's why I sent my man to jail,

but Don Pietro won't talk to him.

Tokumbo is like my brother,

what he says is like me saying it,

but if Don Pietro won't talk to him, then I'll decide,

next time we'll give you only what we say.

You don't get it,

this is Italy, we give the orders here!

You gotta do what we say, and that's it!

Back home, they say if you pull a rope too hard, the mule dies,

then you'll have to carry your own rocks for the house.

Be an asshole and I'll bury you under those rocks,

you and yours!

We just want to talk.

There's trouble with the blacks.

The monkeys are the least of my problems.

They gave less than half of what they should

and want to talk to you or they won't work.

Everyone wants to talk to me, but I can't talk to anyone.

The Africans sent a guy here.

I have nothin' to say to them,

not on the outside, or in this shithole.

Tell Ciro to take a ride with Gennaro

to make these shit blacks change their minds.

You're sure? Isn't it better to listen?

We already have lots of problems.

We can't let the Africans dictate the rules to us,

we can't, we'll solve a small problem

and find another hundred on our backs.

Alright.

I'll talk to Ciro, don't worry.

Tell Ciro to take Gennarino with him.

- Can I be honest with you? - Sure.

I know Dad doesn't want the Africans to handle this area,

but I think it's stupid.

Your father's ruled this clan for 20 years,

he knows what he has to do.

But does he know there's just blacks here?

Your father doesn't consider this area,

just the percentage,

he doesn't give shit about the rest.

I think it's a mistake, if we want to keep control,

we gotta be realistic.

It didn't seem like Naples, it seemed like Africa!

That's their territory, we can't do nothin' about it.

They say they won't pay a fuckin' thing more.

Call a doctor!

Get a doctor!

Please, don't leave me,

I 901' Only you...

If you leave me, how can I live?

- Come here! - Guards!

Guards!

Inspector!

Guards!

Savastano, to Administration!

You have something to tell me, Warden?

I know you weren't there,

but we don't have to watch the sky to see where the rain's from.

I've been saying that to myself since I came here.

I'll leave you to grow old in solitary,

and all visits and packages are suspended, as of today.

No problem, Warden,

I can do without everything.

But are you sure you can do without me?

Run!

- You haven't touched your food? - The chef can't cook.

While you were in solitary, another four people were hurt,

this tension's no good for anybody.

Your warden's making the mess, I make things work.

Your transfer request was denied,

you have to stay here.

I moved mountains, but nothing.

Know what I think?

What?