AN: Thank you for the reviews, and a million thanks again to thunderincrimson for the amazing translations. Thank you again!
*There is Italian dialogue in this but the translation is not right next to statements because it is not Tony's point of view. For those that are interested the translation it is posted below.
Survival Italian"
Mia madre: My mother
Certo: Of course
Capo: Boss
We arrive at the church at 9:50, and as we are about to get out of the car I get another text from Fornell.
"Hey Tony", I tell him, "I'll catch up with you okay?"
He looks at me curiously.
"Why?"
"Hey", I say pointing to one of his cousins, "Go, have fun."
He looks and sees some dark-haired girl scantily dressed, who I believe is Monica. He dashes out to her. I flip open my phone and read.
Fornell:
Phone recording of Elena Brunelli with Donna Brunelli two days ago. FBI raiding church shortly.
Oh shit. So Brunelli's not dead. Wonderful. I get up and look around. This I know is not going to go well and I damn the FBI. I understand that a child is missing, but that does not excuse what they are going to do. I am not religious. But I am American. This is a church, this is a holy place, and it shouldn't be violated in the manner it is about to be. They are going to make a scene and embarrass this family just to be vindictive. And on another note? This is bad for DiNozzo. If Elena is in on it, they are going to assume that Tony is as well because she called him up.
I walk into the church and search for DiNozzo, he's sitting down looking crestfallen. Dominic is next to him speaking softly. I enter the pew on the opposite side.
"Tony", I ask.
"My dad", he says and points to man that is almost a spitting image of DiNozzo.
"You talk to him?" How long was I gone?
"I don't want to talk about it right now Gibbs", Tony says dangerously.
If that isn't enough of an indication to get out of space I don't know what it is. Apparently Dominic doesn't know this.
"Tony", Dominic says, "He's just surprised to see you, that's all, he's in shock you know? He'll come around. He said hello. What the hell more you want?"
Tony shoves Dominic away from him, and to my surprise, Dominic lets him. I scoot over a bit to give Tony some space. Tony is a quite mercurial character and with his changing moods so do his needs. The best way to get through to DiNozzo is physical contact, but right now he is having none of it. And I know better than to try. I look up and see Peter DiNozzo staring at us. His glare might rival mine. His white hair is slicked back and his clothing looks expensive. He's an attractive man and I can see where Tony got his looks from. However his eyes are different than DiNozzo's. For one they are sky blue, and for two they are hard and calculating. His persona is much different than the rest of the family's. He looks ruthless and intelligent. I don't see this man laughing much unlike the rest of the family.
He doesn't know who I am or why I am so close to his son, and I can see that for whatever the reason it shakes him. In fact it shakes him so much that he walks up to us before the ceremony begins. Tony's head shoots up at the presence of his father.
"Dad", he says.
"Anthony, Dominic", he says coolly, and then to me, "I don't believe I know you."
I stand up, and stick my hand out.
"Mr. DiNozzo", I say, "My name-"
"It's DiNozzo" (DiNotzo), he responds sharply.
"Mr. DiNozzo", I respond with the Italian pronunciation, "My name is Jethro Gibbs."
He doesn't take my hand.
"Your name tells me nothing", he says, "Why are you here with my son?" I might be a bastard and not so good with feelings, but I'm damn good at spotting them in other people, and right now? Right now Peter DiNozzo is jealous.
Tony stands up, "Dad", he says tiredly, "He's a good friend. He came all the way up from Virginia with me."
"Some friend", he scoffs, "Can't even say your last name correctly. Or have you abandoned your heritage as well?"
"Padre", Tony says slipping into Italian, "Basta per piacere."
"Questo è un avvenimento di famiglia" he father says while glaring at me.
I do not appreciate intentionally being left out of the conversation, nor do I like that it was DiNozzo that initiated it, however I understand that he is embarrassed, so I let it go. For now.
"È un buon amico ed era un lungo viaggio ."
"Questo non importa", spits the elder DiNozzo.
"Cosa vuoi da me?" Tonys asks desperately his voice raising. I have no idea what he is asking, but I can tell he's hurt. His hands come out and hit his chest.
"Mi dispiace", he continues, "Sapevo che sarebbe stato un errore."
Their voices are getting louder, and I realize that soon the FBI is going to be pouring into this place.
"Non posso crederci", yells his father.
Dominic stands up and adds his two cents.
"Ehi", he says, "Basta. Siamo in una chiesa!"
Both DiNozzo's stare at him before the elder erupts.
"Oh, mi scusa", he says hands going wild, "Oh, scusa", he says hands going wild, "Non avevo realizzato di essere in presenza di San Domenico!"
San Domingo. Saint Dominic. Apparently "Saint Dominic" has a mother who also heard that remark and DiNozzo's "heart attack waiting to happen" aunt comes over screaming at Peter DiNozzo.
"Ehi", she yells pointing her finger, "questo è mio figlio!"
"Oh per favore Luisa", Peter sighs.
A woman with light brown hair comes up to the conversation and thankfully she is speaking English.
"Hey", she says, "What is going on? My mother is dead, I would hope that my family could at least have some semblance of respect!"
Ah, so this would be Elena.
DiNozzo senior huffs and walks away angrily.
Louisa screams, "Non era io! Antonio, tuo padre è un bastardo!" And she too walks away angrily.
Bastardo. I got that one too.
DiNozzo's, my DiNozzo's face is red, and his eyes angry. It's always his eyes that give him away. He's humiliated and pissed, which is probably the worst combination for him. I'll give him space for the moment, but we will talk later, especially about the Italian. We are a team, and I will not intentionally be left in the dark regardless of the reasoning.
"Anthony", Elena says and breaks into tears.
Tony steps around us in the pew and goes to her.
"Mi dispiace", he tells her sincerely, "So, so sorry."
Watching Elena so convincingly lie reminds of DiNozzo under cover. It's too believable. She's good. She small in stature, and has light brown hair falling onto her shoulders. She's not as good looking as the rest of them, and it seems as if she knows it. Her attire is conservative and there is no indication of flair.
"I need to speak with you", she tells him "After the funeral."
"Certo", Tony says easily, "Whatever you need, and Elena I'm so sorry about your mom. Aunt Donna was a good lady."
She nods and leaves us. Tony turns around to face me but before he can start his apologies, which I know are coming, Dominic starts in.
"I need a smoke."
"You can't smoke in a church", Tony says absently.
"I need one", he repeats.
"So go outside", Tony says exasperated.
"It's friggin three below zero, did you her about the wind chill?"
"I don't know what you want from me", Tony says.
"Smoke with me", Dominic says as the three of us sit.
"In the church", Tony cries, continuing to ignore me.
"Yeah", Dominic says while pulling the cigarettes out, "Fighting makes me need to smoke. Smoke with me so they can't just yell at me."
"Yeah alright", Tony agrees.
Is he actually kidding me?
"DiNozzo", I say sharply and hit the back of his head.
He looks at me, realizes my objection and sighs.
"Oh", he says, "Look Dom, just go outside."
"I can't!"
"Shut up", Tony finally yells, "Questo è il mio capo, ti dispiace?"
The Italian is unacceptable. Me and him are going to have a long talk later. Here, however is not the time.
"Fine", Dominic says dramatically, "I'll drink myself to death."
He takes out some drink, and then passes it to Tony who goes to drink it as well.
"No DiNozzo", I say.
Apparently that's enough because he passes it back to cousin brokenly. I pretend to miss the glare that Dominic is giving me.
Allow me to make it known now. I do not like Dominic Leone. He is loud and obnoxious. Tony is also loud and obnoxious but Tony is well, Tony is charming. Dominic is not. Perhaps I am being too harsh, I glance over to reevaluate and confirm my initial findings. He looks like a bouncer, a meathead. He skin coloring is a tad darker than DiNozzo's and his hair is jet black with evidence of a tight curl. He is huge stature which fits his personality I suppose. The clothing however is intolerable. Black pants, fine, acceptable. However that is as far as I come to approving him. Black t-shirt with a black leather jacket thrown over him and a large golden cross and sunglasses. It's not even sunny out.
Are the sunglasses entirely necessary?
I am tolerating him however because he means too much to DiNozzo, and I know damn well that if I say anything condemning his cousin he will crushed.
I suppose that while I would never want to be around Dominic, I can muster up some respect for him because he despite the family decision to cut DiNozzo out continued to call, and seeing the fraternal way he caters to DiNozzo I can't truly hate him.
"Amazing Grace" starts in and we all stand, and as the priest makes his way to the altar around the casket, I get a text.
Fornell:
One minute.
And good to his word, within in one minute, all doors of the church are flooded with FBI and police screaming.
They flood the church and bark that we all sit.
"The fuck is this", cries Dominic.
"Boss", Tony looks at me questioningly, "What the hell?"
Why does he assume that I know?
Peter DiNozzo however does not sit but stands.
"This is a church", he cries, "And this is a funeral!"
"My mother is dead", cries Elena, "You sons of bitches! What are you doing?"
A young woman stands up and confronts someone who looks like the ringleader. She is sharply dressed in a black dress with appropriate black heels and a black coat down to her knees. Her skin is as dark as DiNozzo's and hair darker. She yells at everyone to say nothing.
"My name is Simona Parsano", she states, "I am an attorney."
"We said sit down", cries an FBI agent.
He grabs her roughly and pushes her into a pew.
Tony is up in a moment.
"Hey", he screams, "You don't touch her!"
"DiNozzo", I bark, "Sit down."
I go to grab him, but it's too late. He already wormed his away around Dominic and is going straight to the source. I realize I'm getting slow and pursue after him.
He shoves his badge into the agent's face, and demands to be spoken with. The priest also makes his way to the officers in charge.
"This is a church", the priest begs, "You cannot come in here and assault these people! This is a funeral!"
"I will sue you", cries Simona, "You will regret this day I assure you. You don't realize who you are messing with."
I watch Tony and quickly he starts putting the pieces together. He walks up to the altar and grabs the microphone positioned for the lector.
"Hey", he yells, "Everyone say nothing! They have under cover agents in here, they've been following us since last night!"
Simona eyes him and runs up to join him.
"Everyone in this church is under counsel", she declares, "Is that understood?"
The officers ignore them and continue to search through the church. They then go to the coffin.
"No", shrieks Elena, "Mia madre, oh god no!"
Tony and Simona charge the officer but before they can stop him he has already pulled open the basket.
This can't possibly end well. They already know Brunelli isn't dead, this to me is overkill. Except there is someone in the casket. I squeeze in closer thrusting my own badge to them, and oh God help us all.
There's a body in here alright. It's Meagan Broome.
Tony and Simona get to the casket and gasp.
"The hell", Simona cries, "Who the hell is this?"
Tony says nothing but I can see he is equally shocked. He snaps out of it and looks over to Carmine.
He is being arrested for the murder of Meagan Broome along with James.
Carmine is protesting and shouting, "What, what did I do? I didn't do anything!"
James screams also, "Hey I didn't kill nobody, what you talking about?"
The officers drag them to the coffin.
Both gasp. They had no idea. Unless of course they are as good as Elena and Tony. But my gut reaction? They didn't do this.
"What the fuck", cries Carmine, "Is that fucking Meagan?"
"Shit", cries James, "Where's Aunt Donna? The hell is going on? We didn't kill her!"
Simona steps in, "Shut up", she scathes, "You two say nothing, do you understand me?"
"We didn't kill her", James shouts, "We didn't do this!"
The officers start dragging the two away with Simona screaming. I find Mary on her knees sobbing as officers also approach her.
"They are under counsel, they speak to no one! They waive no rights!"
I look over at Elena, and her reaction is shock as well. She is slumped in the pew looking dead ahead. I don't think any of them knew that Meagan Broome was in that coffin, which of courses raises many questions. The rest of the congregation is shouting and gasping and crying, and the church has become chaos incarnate.
A lighter skinned family member, with light brown hair rushes to Tony and grabs him. I can't hear what they are saying but I see Tony nodding and this man leading Tony out of the church.
I grab Dominic, "Who is that man with Tony", I bark.
He looks in that direction and tells me, "Frankie"
"Brunelli", I question.
"Yeah" he says absently. I dash off to catch my agent before he can get sucked into this.
As soon as I get to the doors I see cameras and journalists everywhere waiting to cover the breaking new story. No way Tony left this way, I duck around and see that the church is connected to a school building. I pass through that way and listen for any indication that Tony has come this way.
I hear the FBI evacuating the quite angry family and telling them it is a crime scene. The priest is also having a fit, but none of this concerns me. The one person that does I can't seem to find.
Finally something.
"So what do you want me to do", I hear Tony say.
"Tony please", Frankie starts, God why do all of these people have such annoying nicknames, "She's my mother."
"Yeah man", I hear him say, "Anything I can do."
I walk into the room.
"DiNozzo", I start, "Let's go, right now."
Surprisingly he comes immediately.
"Frankie", he says, "I'll call you later, I have to go right now and help Simona out with Carmine and Jamie."
He nods, "But Tony, tonight."
"Yeah man", he replies, "See you."
He come with and starts to rush off, "Hey boss, I'm going to go to the station and see if I have any weight over there, okay?"
"DiNozzo", I tell him, "You stay out of this."
He looks at me incredulously.
"They just arrested two of my cousins on murder charges at my Aunt's funeral!"
Actually it was murder, kidnapping, and torturing charges, but he doesn't need to know that right now.
"DiNozzo", I tell him, "You do not go anywhere near them, do you understand me? You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
And his eyes begin to smolder over.
"Gibbs", he says, not boss mind you, "Why did you come up with me?"
Kid is too damn smart.
"Tony", I tell him, "There is very strong evidence suggesting they are guilty."
"And you know this", he asks.
Time for a different tactic.
"What did Frankie want?"
"Why do you care?"
"Tony", I grit, "Answer the damn question."
"He wanted to me to help him find his mother's damn body, in case you missed it, she wasn't in her coffin! Gibbs, what is going on?"
I am interrupted as an officer comes around the corner.
"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?"
We both turn around.
"Yeah", Tony says suspiciously.
"We are going to need you to come with us."
"Why", Tony asks defiantly.
"For questioning", he says, "Sir please follow me."
Like Hell. I step in front of DiNozzo.
"No", I say, "You have an arrest warrant?"
"No sir", he replies. He looks shaken, well good.
"Then you don't talk to my agent."
"Wait", Tony says stupefied, "You want me for questioning? Me? What the hell did I do?"
I turn around and step right into his breathing space.
"Tony", I say, "Shut up."
He backs down and nods.
"You want to talk to him", I say pointing at DiNozzo, "You get a warrant."
"Do not leave town."
"I don't live here", cries DiNozzo, "I live seven hours away!"
"Do not leave town sir."
And before DiNozzo can protest I drag him out and away from the scene into the mob waiting outside. We drive in silence to the hotel parking lot. He refuses to make my eye contact with me, and has yet to say anything. Little bastard is waiting me out. Fine, I guess it is warranted. I park the car in the hotel parking lot and wait.
"Have you been lying to me", he asks me, and damn does he ever sound dangerous.
"DiNozzo", I say quietly, "You don't talk to me like that."
And if he's mad now, just wait until I tell him about the recording device. The kid wears his heart on his sleeve, because no one ever told him to reign in his temper. Well no one until me. I also however know how stressful this week has been for him, and how much he detests liars. It's ironic too because he is one of the best liars I have ever met. He takes the admonishment well, but stands strong and does not back down or crumble.
"Why did you accompany me up here", he asks.
"I received Intel from Fornell", I tell him, "Regarding the abduction of Meagan Broome and that your family was suspected."
"Fornell just told you this?"
"He owed it to me."
He processes this and apparently finds the answer satisfactory.
"Who specifically are they targeting?"
"Carmine and James De Luca. Maybe Christian."
"Why did they want to question me?"
"There has been no crime scene until today. They believe that the brothers wouldn't know how to hide this by themselves."
"They suspect me in aiding them?"
"Yes, but I don't know to what degree. Everyone in the family is under suspicion."
I leave out the mafia suspicion. He is unyielding and plows through to the next question.
"What evidence do they have?"
I sigh and go through the whole thing starting from the feud between Mary and Meagan.
He's quiet and unflinching as he processes the information.
"So where's my aunt's body", he asks me.
"Well", I say, "That's part two, and they are unsure." In a more gentle tone, "Tony, your aunt isn't dead."
"Don't sugarcoat this", he screams at me, "Tell me everything you know."
I'll excuse the outburst, because to be honest? I should have known better. Tony has no defense for kindness, he doesn't know how to react to it. That's why being so harsh with him is the best way to handle him.
"FBI has been tracing many of the calls", I tell him and I swear his eyes are getting darker, "And there was one recently put in by Elena and your aunt."
"What were they discussing?"
"I don't know", I respond, "I'm assuming it wasn't relevant because Fornell didn't tell me the information was damning."
"What does that have to do with Meagan Broome?"
"Other than her being in the coffin? I don't know and neither does the FBI."
He's silent but I can hear him thinking in his head. He's trying to put it all together.
"Why didn't you tell me", he asks.
Well that's the million dollar question now isn't it Tony?
"I didn't want you getting involved", I tell him, "Any action on your part is going to damage your career. NCIS cannot have agents defending the suspects especially on a case that it is getting national coverage. I was covering your ass."
"They're my family Gibbs", he says quietly like that explains everything. "Do you have the directions?"
"Where are we going", I ask him.
"To the police station, my cousins are there."
"DiNozzo", I tell him real quietly, "Maybe you aren't understanding me here. You are going back to the hotel, and you are not leaving that room. The senator is ready to crucify anything in his path, and if you go in there defending your cousins, who by all counts seem guilty, you are going to pay for something you had nothing to do with."
"You don't know that they're guilty", he says but I can see that even can't believe that.
"The evidence is very strong", I tell him, "And Tony, it doesn't matter. They think that they're guilty and they are going to be holding grudges, you cannot go there."
He picks up a phone and starts dialing. "They didn't kill that girl, I don't know about the rest of it, but they didn't kill her, and there are way too many gaps in this starting with my Aunt missing. We don't have the whole picture."
"Who are you calling", I ask.
"Simona", he tells me, "She's a lawyer and she should be down there right now."
"Tony", I hear her yell on the other end with a bit more screaming.
"Simmy", he says, "What's going on? Alright, alright. Did they bring them in for questioning yet?" A pause. "Don't let them talk yet, I'm coming Simona. You tell them to give me a professional courtesy and wait for me. If they are going to arrest them you let them, but don't let them talk. They say nothing unless I am in the room."
He hangs up the phone and pockets it.
"DiNozzo", I bark, "Did you not just hear what I said?"
"Sorry boss", he says, "But this is family."
"Tony", I say, "You are not going down there, so help me God."
"If this was such a concern" he says, "Why didn't you protest more my going out with Carmine and Dom? I would have stayed if you had asked me too."
Shit.
"I planted a bug on you."
He looks at me, and he is pure unadulterated fury.
"You did what", he screams.
"Hey", I yell right back, "I was watching your ass. I had to know that you weren't going to do something stupid!"
"I don't care", he yells back, "You don't do that to people Gibbs! Fuck Gibbs, that's fucked up!"
His accent has completely permeated his speech and now apparently he is back to adopting a more New York way of speaking.
"You watch how you talk to me", I say dangerously, "I will not tolerate insubordination or disrespect, you understand me?"
It's not because I'm his boss, and he works for me, it's because I'm the closest thing he has to a father and he's the closest thing I have to a son, and he desperately needs someone in his life to hold him accountable.
"You heard everything", he ask incredulously. And before I can answer he realizes what exactly I had heard last night as he runs through his night. He throws his head into his hands. "Oh my God, oh my fucking God. This is not happening. You had no fucking right Gibbs, that shit was private!"
I can tell he is embarrassed, for what exactly I'm not sure. But it doesn't matter. I grab his ear and hold it, "Watch your mouth DiNozzo."
"Let me the fuck go", he says struggling, but I don't let up, "Let me go Gibbs! You can't just do this to people!"
If this were any other man I would have hit him. In the Marines that's how things were handled with people like DiNozzo. DiNozzo doesn't respond to words; he's good manipulating and playing around words, no matter what someone says he can change it and distort it. No, with someone like DiNozzo you have to be in their personal space and you have to be physical, because if you aren't able to do that, they will run rings around you.
In the Marines I saw others physically punished because it was the only way to get through to them. If he were any one else, I would have punched him by now, or at least banged his head against the window, but he's not anyone else.
He's been abused. That makes things difficult. I don't care how flippant Dominic Leone was about they were raised as children, I went through Tony's reports when I first hired him and I saw the abuse that went on in his house. He once spent a week in the hospital. And also? Being whipped as child tends to stay with you. I'm not saying it was his father, a few were I'm sure, but from what I've gathered the intense ones were from the staff that Peter DiNozzo left in charge of his son. Being abused by different people like that isn't something you forget.
So there is always this dilemma. I have to do something to him physically, but I have to walk a very fine line.
In anger and fear I once raised my hand to him, not the normal head slaps, but after he had pulled a ridiculously dangerous stunt and I had lost my headspace and forgot what I was doing. Before I could strike him, he had cowered and was on the verge of hyperventilating. I had pulled my hand back and realized what had happened. Although I should also note he kept eye contact, which is another reason why I admire him. It doesn't matter if he's terrified, even when his gut reaction and reflex was responding to an overwhelming fear, he was still so stubborn that he still challenged me with his eyes. It was the only time I ever apologized professionally to another. I had crossed a line that day.
And as a side note? The head slaps? That in and of itself took at least a year before he was comfortable. It was part of my way to wean him back to normality. I'm sure any psychiatrist wouldn't approve of my methods, but they don't know DiNozzo. DiNozzo needs to be challenged constantly and I give him that. Because if he's not challenged and if he can't find a reason to respect someone, then he's hell on wheels.
So back to my dilemma, I have to get through to him physically but in a way that does not make him have flashbacks. Another tip I have learned is to always keep myself in his eyesight. If I go out of his eyesight he gets nervous, which is understandable considering that those whip lashes were all on his back. I have learned that as long as I do not strike him or do anything too quick, he's okay. I can overwhelm his body without producing that intense reaction.
"Stop struggling" I tell him, "Knock it off DiNozzo."
I reach over to his seat and put in the best headlock I can considering the circumstances.
"Calm down" I order.
He keeps struggling, but my training outweighs his and finally his body limps and the fight in him disappears. I hold him close for a minute after to reassert my authority, and to be honest, just to hold the kid, because this is as close he'll ever let me get to him.
Finally I release him and return to my seat in the car.
"You need to take a few minutes" I ask him.
It's something I started with him a while ago; take a few minutes before he says things he might regret. I feel that if he just processed things instead of just reacting he wouldn't get into so many problems in his personal or professional life. When I first met him he was filled with so much anger, and DiNozzo had a very difficult time controlling it. This gives him a way to calm down.
"Yeah, I'll meet you back in the room", he finally says.
I get out of the car to respect his privacy and start walking back to the room until I hear a strange sound.
A car starting.
DiNozzo isn't in the passenger seat anymore, but the driver's. He doesn't try to hide from me but looks right out at me and mouths "I'm sorry."
I run back to the car to try and open the door, but they are locked, and before I know it he's driving off.
That little bastard just worked me! Well so much for getting through to him. DiNozzo, I hope this little stunt is worth it because you are going to regret this for a very long time. You are to wake up every night sweating in fear because of this decision. When you are on your deathbed and when someone asks if you have any regrets, you'll say "Just one, the time I crossed my boss in the parking lot." You are going to look at your life as before the incident and after the incident, oh you don't even know how much trouble you are in, and just fuck! I am going to kill that little shit. I am actually going to kill him
Italian Translation:
"Questo è un avvenimento di famiglia" he father says while glaring at me. (This is a family event.)
"È un buon amico ed era un lungo viaggio ." (He is a good friend and it was a long trip.)
"Questo non importa", spits the elder DiNozzo. (That isn't important.)
"Cosa vuoi da me?" Tonys asks. (What do you want from me?)
"Mi dispiace", he continues, "Sapevo che sarebbe stato un errore" (I knew that this would be a mistake.)
"Non posso crederci", yells his father. (I cannot believe it.)
Dominic stands up and adds his two cents.
"Ehi", he says, "Basta. Siamo in una chiesa!" (Hey, enough we are in a church!)
Both DiNozzo's stare at him before the elder erupts.
"Oh, scusa", he says hands going wild, "Non avevo realizzato di essere in presenza di San Domenico! (Oh excuse me, I hadn't realized that I was in the presence of Saint Dominic!)
Apparently Saint Dominic has a mother who also heard that remark and DiNozzo's "heart attack waiting to happen" cousin comes over screaming at Peter DiNozzo.
"Ehi", she yells pointing her finger, "questo è mio figlio!" (Hey, that is my son!)
"Oh per favore Luisa", Peter sighs. (Oh please Luisa.)
Louisa screams, "Non era io! Antonio, tuo padre è un bastardo!" (It wasn't me!, Anthony, your father is a bastard!)
"Questo è il mio capo, ti dispiace?" (This is my boss, would you please?)
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