(English translation of Italian dialogue)
Claudio Marchetti: I think you'll want to hear this recording:
Mayor Torricelli: Your decisions are killing people!
Giovanni Scarano: These people, they mean nothing to me. Fuck them. Let the bodies pile high
Mayor Torricelli: What do I say to the poor man on the street that comes to me asking for help?
Scarano: Go fuck yourself!
Mayor Torricelli: Where is your decency?
Roberto Valente: This has to end now. He has sold us out...a despicable traitor. A thief. Yet the police do nothing for us. I would cut his throat myself if I could
Claudio Marchetti: My old friend, we are not men of violence. I have flesh and blood of my own who can make this happen. My own brother is an unhinged bastard. Fucked in the brain you could say, but he is reliable and a man of principle, like us. His blood lust for Scarano is unmatched, Scarano shut down his factory, destroyed his community. Now he can no longer provide for his children... What hope does he have? What hope do we have?
Roberto Valente; Well...street justice is all we have. Let him loose!
(Lyrics sung in English)
I wake up in the morning
And I can’t get out of my head
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout what that they said
I’ll be working until I’m dead
I look straight through the mirror
At the lies carved into my face
Running last in their rat race
But at least I know my place
Claudio Marchetti: I think you'll want to hear this recording:
Mayor Torricelli: Your decisions are killing people!
Giovanni Scarano: These people, they mean nothing to me. Fuck them. Let the bodies pile high
Mayor Torricelli: What do I say to the poor man on the street that comes to me asking for help?
Scarano: Go fuck yourself!
Mayor Torricelli: Where is your decency?
Roberto Valente: This has to end now. He has sold us out...a despicable traitor. A thief. Yet the police do nothing for us. I would cut his throat myself if I could
Claudio Marchetti: My old friend, we are not men of violence. I have flesh and blood of my own who can make this happen. My own brother is an unhinged bastard. Fucked in the brain you could say, but he is reliable and a man of principle, like us. His blood lust for Scarano is unmatched, Scarano shut down his factory, destroyed his community. Now he can no longer provide for his children... What hope does he have? What hope do we have?
Roberto Valente; Well...street justice is all we have. Let him loose!
(Lyrics sung in English)
I wake up in the morning
And I can’t get out of my head
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout what that they said
I’ll be working until I’m dead
I look straight through the mirror
At the lies carved into my face
Running last in their rat race
But at least I know my place
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