Mafiosa (2006) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 François! Wonderful shot! The city hasn't corrupted you.
No fear of that.
Go for it, girl! You know Gio Sperandei is wavering.
He could be ready to betray us.
My lawyer's dealing with it.
This isn't justice, it's an execution.
Silence! Silence! GBH, robbery with violence, extortion Are you judging the evidence or the man? Please, maître, it's been a long day.
It's the police who are guilty, continually hounding my client Maître Paoli, spare me this nonsense! The police and the courts! You're not saying he's innocent? - Yes, innocent! - Silence! After due deliberation, this court finds the accused guilty.
Lucas Sperandei is hereby sentenced to 36 months in prison, and a fine of 20,000 euros.
You bitch! They're crazy! You won't get away with this! You won't get away with this, believe me! Next case.
Not a great performance.
Unless it was a tactical move.
- Tactical? - Yeah.
You know the judge.
He hates it when people accuse the police or the courts.
By doing so, you made sure he sent Sperandei down.
But why would you want your client sent down? Excuse me.
Time to report? How did it go? No problem.
Good.
Lucas went down? That'll serve as a lesson.
You're not alone? No.
I thought so.
Sandra I don't know what I'd do without you.
See you in a bit.
I have to go.
See you, maître.
Hello, Francesco, how are you? - Looks like rain.
- We could do with it.
François! No! François! No! Where were you?! François Paoli François Paoli, my friend, my brother Now you've left us.
I remember our grazed knees when we used to play football together, fresh from Italy You have now left for that other shore.
You, one of the righteous, have gone to join the righteous.
You have gone to wait for us.
Down.
Ange-Marie Paoli.
The clan's founder.
The old lion no longer bites but he still has his teeth.
You know them well.
Everyone knows everyone else here.
She's the niece.
A lawyer.
TO MY UNCLE Brilliant.
More or less in the pay of the victim.
The only half-decent one there.
François Paoli, gambling, racketeering, arms and drug smuggling The lot.
Every angle covered.
Over the past few months, he's built up a team of specialists in every domain, including murder.
It would seem he's met his match.
Maybe.
His great strength was to adapt to the downturn in the 80s.
He came back to the island, and reinvested in activities that were perfectly legal.
I have to tell you something.
I'm not overly delighted at having to work with you.
Because I'm a woman? No, not at all.
I don't see why our island's little problems interest the DEA.
International drug smuggling isn't just this island's little problem, commissaire.
Excuse me.
The wounded tigress.
Caterina Paoli, the widow.
Jean-Michel Paoli.
The nephew.
A brilliant right-hand man, a man of action.
A bit dodgy psychologically, and without scruples.
Marie-Luce Paoli.
Jean-Michel's docile wife.
Something's happening.
You're not welcome here.
You'd better leave, Gio.
We came in peace.
Let me in.
Let me in! Gilles Sperandei.
Known as Gio.
If he's there, it means it's open season.
And him Martial Santoni.
Jean-Michel's own right-hand man.
François Paoli died without a direct heir.
Those idiots will all kill each other! François loved that.
That photo.
Do you want it? No.
I have to go.
The guests I understand what you're feeling.
No.
You'll never understand! You weren't there.
You didn't hold him as he died.
Those who did this will pay! Carmen Caterina.
"I, François Paoli, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the entirety of my worldly possessions, all my company stocks and shares, to Madame Sandra Paoli, born in Bordeaux to Pierre and Maria Léandri " What does all that gobbledygook mean? Please, madam, - don't complicate matters.
- That she inherits it all? She gets the jackpot? While we get sod all! What is this bullshit? It is not in my power to contest the provisions made in due form by the deceased.
Has she got kids? She hasn't! I've got a daughter! Without a direct heir, and in consideration of the measures taken regarding the widow, these provisions are admissible - You're being fleeced! - Shut it! You can always refuse, of course.
Did you know about this? - Did François tell you? - A long time ago.
What do you think? I don't think anything Not a thing.
Did you know too? There's no one else.
Why me and not you? François knew me very well.
He knew I wasn't up to the job.
François was a lord.
I'm not a lord.
In the navy I ended up a petty officer.
Not an admiral or captain.
Just a petty officer.
But I do have one strength.
I know what I'm good at.
It's funny François always loved you most of all.
Yes.
Why don't we just stop? Manage what we have ? Stop in mid-battle? The others won't stop.
If no one takes over, the clan's finished.
François dealt you the cards.
It's up to you to play them.
What if I can't? If you can't, then we're all dead.
Right You all know François has gone.
We need someone in command.
Someone who knows what to do, and when.
Someone who can take the punches, and fight back.
François was that sort of man.
- You know why we're here.
- Yes, we know why we're here.
But what about her? What's wrong? We know who she is.
We don't know what she's doing here.
It's her fault my son went down for three years! - Calm down! - Lucas, my son - You hear? - Stop it! Your son's an idiot, Gio.
A clumsy idiot.
Clumsy idiots always end up inside.
Even so, we should have sorted it out among ourselves.
Right! He got sent down because that's what François wanted.
As a punishment for something you did.
You.
You only have yourself to blame.
Only yourself.
François has gone.
But I'm here.
If you want to go, then go.
Me, obey a woman? A woman! All those who want to go can do so.
We'll be seeing you! We'll be seeing you! A woman! But those who stay should know I have a blood debt to repay! The shirt François was wearing.
I swear on my blood that François Paoli will be avenged! I'm with you, Sandra.
You were magnificent, sis! It'll never work.
You did all right.
Once, yes.
A great solo performance.
I'll never be able to keep it up.
Looking over my shoulder all my life.
François made the right choice, and you don't have one! No choice? Stop.
Though nights? Though nights, yes.
All right? For a price, yes.
Don't worry, Brad Pitt.
I want to fuck.
Don't you? Well? I'll wait outside.
Jean-Michel isn't taking over.
What was that? Beautiful, isn't she? I don't know.
Say that again.
They had a conclave, and it's not Jean-Michel who's taking over.
- How do you know? - I just do.
I'll take the bottle, Max.
Have I ever sold you any bullshit? Never! You can believe me.
She's the new boss.
Madam Should we wait a bit? It's a bit of a mess.
As usual.
Still fancy me? No.
Same price as always, eh? Whatever you say.
She's stationary.
- Quarry beach.
- Alone? With a windsurfer.
OK.
Have you seen my knickers? Hands on the steering wheel! Slowly.
Start! What the fuck, who are you guys? Shut it! No! Come here! Slag! You like that, eh? Slag! Come here! I don't mind giving it one! Answer the fucking phone, Santoni! JEAN-MICHEL PAOLI CALLING Something's wrong.
Sandra? Yes, Sandra.
Antoine, I need you.
I'll pick you up.
Where's Santoni? - Cover me, Antoine.
- No problem.
What a massacre! Sandra? Sandra? Look at me.
Did they hurt you? Uh? Come on, I'll get you out of here.
Take her home and come back with Mattei.
- Don't forget the rubbish bags? - I won't.
Marie-Luce will take care of you.
I'll start cleaning up.
Don't worry.
The Madonna is watching over us.
Sandra? Marie-Luce, Jean-Michel told me to bring her here.
- OK.
- I have to go back.
Come on.
Is that all right? It's not too hot? They didn't No.
Is there a problem? Leave us.
Carmen, please.
Bang! Why did they attack you? I don't know.
It never happened before? No.
You had no enemies before? I wasn't important enough.
And now? I'm tired.
A nightmare.
I'm here.
What will you do now? Go! Go, go, go! Oh, you fucker! Antoine! Shit! Jean-Michel, look what we have here! I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! Why did you do it? Why? Jean-Michel! Scumbag! - He can still talk.
- You bet he will! Having regrets, son? Scumbag! - Don't resist.
- Look at me.
Look at me! It'll only hurt more.
Why put yourself through it? No one can resist that.
Talk! Come on.
For the last time, who sent you? - Who? - Andreani.
Which Andreani? There are thousands! Rémi Andreani.
Rémi Andreani? And where's he? The Aviatik that's the name of his bar.
Take him away.
- Martial Santoni is unable to - Fuck! How is she? Asleep with Carmen.
- I'll be out all night - Jean-Michel, please be careful.
Don't worry.
Fuck, something's up! What's going on? Cops.
Hang on, hang on Let go, fucking pigs! The owner in person.
How are you? Rémi Andreani, I hereby inform you that you are under arrest - At ten past ten.
- Fuck you! You will receive written confirmation at the station You've got nothing on me! You're the owner of a Jeep Cherokee, - 2234 XC 2B? - Yes, why? You're charger with the murder of François Paoli.
Take him away.
Why would I bother with François Paoli? Let me go, you fucking colonialists! What's he done? We're searching his ATV.
So far we've found shotgun cartridges and a Beretta 93R.
He'll say it's a stitch-up, of course.
Why are you telling me all this? Maybe we want the same thing.
I'm telling you to show you that the police are doing their job, Mr.
Paoli.
And doing it well.
Have you lost your shadow? Martial Santoni, your shadow.
Have you lost him? Paoli, I won't let you turn this island into a shooting range.
Where the hell are they? No fucking answer! Santoni's car here.
- When? - It was here when I arrived.
- You haven't opened it? - And get blown up? - Open it! - You open it yourself.
Mattei.
Stand back.
Fuck, it's Santoni.
Call an ambulance! - He didn't even come.
- Who? Dad.
It was his brother's funeral and he didn't come.
Let it go.
Coffee? Will you be all right? We did what we had to.
You won't be bothered.
And the surfer? You should leave the island for a while.
Leave the island? Why? I'm not sure I'll be able to protect you.
What about you? We'll see.
I'm not leaving.
Jean-Michel Last night I learnt two things.
The first is how it feels to be in the hands of people like that.
A bullet in the head is one thing.
What they wanted to do first is another.
Something vile For a moment, my life was in their hands.
And I hated that.
When I shot them, I could feel death coursing through my veins.
Like it was my inheritance.
From François.
I found the darkness in myself and hated myself for it.
But it was that darkness that kept me alive.
I didn't like what I did, but I did it.
I called the notary to accept the inheritance.
We found Santoni in the hood of his car.
He's in hospital.
We also found the third attacker.
You hit him.
- How is he? - Want to see him? We made sure you'd be able to identify him.
Look at her.
Look at her! Was he one of them? He's told us everything.
He told us who sent them to "fix" the lawyer.
A certain Rémi Andreani.
Do we believe him? We should ask Andreani ourselves.
- Where is he? - In custody.
Rocca collared him.
For his murder investigation.
Why? To keep him safe, I suppose.
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No fear of that.
Go for it, girl! You know Gio Sperandei is wavering.
He could be ready to betray us.
My lawyer's dealing with it.
This isn't justice, it's an execution.
Silence! Silence! GBH, robbery with violence, extortion Are you judging the evidence or the man? Please, maître, it's been a long day.
It's the police who are guilty, continually hounding my client Maître Paoli, spare me this nonsense! The police and the courts! You're not saying he's innocent? - Yes, innocent! - Silence! After due deliberation, this court finds the accused guilty.
Lucas Sperandei is hereby sentenced to 36 months in prison, and a fine of 20,000 euros.
You bitch! They're crazy! You won't get away with this! You won't get away with this, believe me! Next case.
Not a great performance.
Unless it was a tactical move.
- Tactical? - Yeah.
You know the judge.
He hates it when people accuse the police or the courts.
By doing so, you made sure he sent Sperandei down.
But why would you want your client sent down? Excuse me.
Time to report? How did it go? No problem.
Good.
Lucas went down? That'll serve as a lesson.
You're not alone? No.
I thought so.
Sandra I don't know what I'd do without you.
See you in a bit.
I have to go.
See you, maître.
Hello, Francesco, how are you? - Looks like rain.
- We could do with it.
François! No! François! No! Where were you?! François Paoli François Paoli, my friend, my brother Now you've left us.
I remember our grazed knees when we used to play football together, fresh from Italy You have now left for that other shore.
You, one of the righteous, have gone to join the righteous.
You have gone to wait for us.
Down.
Ange-Marie Paoli.
The clan's founder.
The old lion no longer bites but he still has his teeth.
You know them well.
Everyone knows everyone else here.
She's the niece.
A lawyer.
TO MY UNCLE Brilliant.
More or less in the pay of the victim.
The only half-decent one there.
François Paoli, gambling, racketeering, arms and drug smuggling The lot.
Every angle covered.
Over the past few months, he's built up a team of specialists in every domain, including murder.
It would seem he's met his match.
Maybe.
His great strength was to adapt to the downturn in the 80s.
He came back to the island, and reinvested in activities that were perfectly legal.
I have to tell you something.
I'm not overly delighted at having to work with you.
Because I'm a woman? No, not at all.
I don't see why our island's little problems interest the DEA.
International drug smuggling isn't just this island's little problem, commissaire.
Excuse me.
The wounded tigress.
Caterina Paoli, the widow.
Jean-Michel Paoli.
The nephew.
A brilliant right-hand man, a man of action.
A bit dodgy psychologically, and without scruples.
Marie-Luce Paoli.
Jean-Michel's docile wife.
Something's happening.
You're not welcome here.
You'd better leave, Gio.
We came in peace.
Let me in.
Let me in! Gilles Sperandei.
Known as Gio.
If he's there, it means it's open season.
And him Martial Santoni.
Jean-Michel's own right-hand man.
François Paoli died without a direct heir.
Those idiots will all kill each other! François loved that.
That photo.
Do you want it? No.
I have to go.
The guests I understand what you're feeling.
No.
You'll never understand! You weren't there.
You didn't hold him as he died.
Those who did this will pay! Carmen Caterina.
"I, François Paoli, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the entirety of my worldly possessions, all my company stocks and shares, to Madame Sandra Paoli, born in Bordeaux to Pierre and Maria Léandri " What does all that gobbledygook mean? Please, madam, - don't complicate matters.
- That she inherits it all? She gets the jackpot? While we get sod all! What is this bullshit? It is not in my power to contest the provisions made in due form by the deceased.
Has she got kids? She hasn't! I've got a daughter! Without a direct heir, and in consideration of the measures taken regarding the widow, these provisions are admissible - You're being fleeced! - Shut it! You can always refuse, of course.
Did you know about this? - Did François tell you? - A long time ago.
What do you think? I don't think anything Not a thing.
Did you know too? There's no one else.
Why me and not you? François knew me very well.
He knew I wasn't up to the job.
François was a lord.
I'm not a lord.
In the navy I ended up a petty officer.
Not an admiral or captain.
Just a petty officer.
But I do have one strength.
I know what I'm good at.
It's funny François always loved you most of all.
Yes.
Why don't we just stop? Manage what we have ? Stop in mid-battle? The others won't stop.
If no one takes over, the clan's finished.
François dealt you the cards.
It's up to you to play them.
What if I can't? If you can't, then we're all dead.
Right You all know François has gone.
We need someone in command.
Someone who knows what to do, and when.
Someone who can take the punches, and fight back.
François was that sort of man.
- You know why we're here.
- Yes, we know why we're here.
But what about her? What's wrong? We know who she is.
We don't know what she's doing here.
It's her fault my son went down for three years! - Calm down! - Lucas, my son - You hear? - Stop it! Your son's an idiot, Gio.
A clumsy idiot.
Clumsy idiots always end up inside.
Even so, we should have sorted it out among ourselves.
Right! He got sent down because that's what François wanted.
As a punishment for something you did.
You.
You only have yourself to blame.
Only yourself.
François has gone.
But I'm here.
If you want to go, then go.
Me, obey a woman? A woman! All those who want to go can do so.
We'll be seeing you! We'll be seeing you! A woman! But those who stay should know I have a blood debt to repay! The shirt François was wearing.
I swear on my blood that François Paoli will be avenged! I'm with you, Sandra.
You were magnificent, sis! It'll never work.
You did all right.
Once, yes.
A great solo performance.
I'll never be able to keep it up.
Looking over my shoulder all my life.
François made the right choice, and you don't have one! No choice? Stop.
Though nights? Though nights, yes.
All right? For a price, yes.
Don't worry, Brad Pitt.
I want to fuck.
Don't you? Well? I'll wait outside.
Jean-Michel isn't taking over.
What was that? Beautiful, isn't she? I don't know.
Say that again.
They had a conclave, and it's not Jean-Michel who's taking over.
- How do you know? - I just do.
I'll take the bottle, Max.
Have I ever sold you any bullshit? Never! You can believe me.
She's the new boss.
Madam Should we wait a bit? It's a bit of a mess.
As usual.
Still fancy me? No.
Same price as always, eh? Whatever you say.
She's stationary.
- Quarry beach.
- Alone? With a windsurfer.
OK.
Have you seen my knickers? Hands on the steering wheel! Slowly.
Start! What the fuck, who are you guys? Shut it! No! Come here! Slag! You like that, eh? Slag! Come here! I don't mind giving it one! Answer the fucking phone, Santoni! JEAN-MICHEL PAOLI CALLING Something's wrong.
Sandra? Yes, Sandra.
Antoine, I need you.
I'll pick you up.
Where's Santoni? - Cover me, Antoine.
- No problem.
What a massacre! Sandra? Sandra? Look at me.
Did they hurt you? Uh? Come on, I'll get you out of here.
Take her home and come back with Mattei.
- Don't forget the rubbish bags? - I won't.
Marie-Luce will take care of you.
I'll start cleaning up.
Don't worry.
The Madonna is watching over us.
Sandra? Marie-Luce, Jean-Michel told me to bring her here.
- OK.
- I have to go back.
Come on.
Is that all right? It's not too hot? They didn't No.
Is there a problem? Leave us.
Carmen, please.
Bang! Why did they attack you? I don't know.
It never happened before? No.
You had no enemies before? I wasn't important enough.
And now? I'm tired.
A nightmare.
I'm here.
What will you do now? Go! Go, go, go! Oh, you fucker! Antoine! Shit! Jean-Michel, look what we have here! I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! Why did you do it? Why? Jean-Michel! Scumbag! - He can still talk.
- You bet he will! Having regrets, son? Scumbag! - Don't resist.
- Look at me.
Look at me! It'll only hurt more.
Why put yourself through it? No one can resist that.
Talk! Come on.
For the last time, who sent you? - Who? - Andreani.
Which Andreani? There are thousands! Rémi Andreani.
Rémi Andreani? And where's he? The Aviatik that's the name of his bar.
Take him away.
- Martial Santoni is unable to - Fuck! How is she? Asleep with Carmen.
- I'll be out all night - Jean-Michel, please be careful.
Don't worry.
Fuck, something's up! What's going on? Cops.
Hang on, hang on Let go, fucking pigs! The owner in person.
How are you? Rémi Andreani, I hereby inform you that you are under arrest - At ten past ten.
- Fuck you! You will receive written confirmation at the station You've got nothing on me! You're the owner of a Jeep Cherokee, - 2234 XC 2B? - Yes, why? You're charger with the murder of François Paoli.
Take him away.
Why would I bother with François Paoli? Let me go, you fucking colonialists! What's he done? We're searching his ATV.
So far we've found shotgun cartridges and a Beretta 93R.
He'll say it's a stitch-up, of course.
Why are you telling me all this? Maybe we want the same thing.
I'm telling you to show you that the police are doing their job, Mr.
Paoli.
And doing it well.
Have you lost your shadow? Martial Santoni, your shadow.
Have you lost him? Paoli, I won't let you turn this island into a shooting range.
Where the hell are they? No fucking answer! Santoni's car here.
- When? - It was here when I arrived.
- You haven't opened it? - And get blown up? - Open it! - You open it yourself.
Mattei.
Stand back.
Fuck, it's Santoni.
Call an ambulance! - He didn't even come.
- Who? Dad.
It was his brother's funeral and he didn't come.
Let it go.
Coffee? Will you be all right? We did what we had to.
You won't be bothered.
And the surfer? You should leave the island for a while.
Leave the island? Why? I'm not sure I'll be able to protect you.
What about you? We'll see.
I'm not leaving.
Jean-Michel Last night I learnt two things.
The first is how it feels to be in the hands of people like that.
A bullet in the head is one thing.
What they wanted to do first is another.
Something vile For a moment, my life was in their hands.
And I hated that.
When I shot them, I could feel death coursing through my veins.
Like it was my inheritance.
From François.
I found the darkness in myself and hated myself for it.
But it was that darkness that kept me alive.
I didn't like what I did, but I did it.
I called the notary to accept the inheritance.
We found Santoni in the hood of his car.
He's in hospital.
We also found the third attacker.
You hit him.
- How is he? - Want to see him? We made sure you'd be able to identify him.
Look at her.
Look at her! Was he one of them? He's told us everything.
He told us who sent them to "fix" the lawyer.
A certain Rémi Andreani.
Do we believe him? We should ask Andreani ourselves.
- Where is he? - In custody.
Rocca collared him.
For his murder investigation.
Why? To keep him safe, I suppose.
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