Released from jail, Rocco’s old man wants nothing to do with him. Even the village folk ignore him so he turns his hand to debt collecting to try and make some friends (?) . Using his fists, Rocco punches his way through the mountain mafiosi, settling an old score along the way.
Worth noting that here the bad guys don’t pull up in Porsches or Fiats but prefer to make their entrance in a traditional horse and cart… no drugs either, here the battlefields are cattle markets, and cows and pigs the heroin and crack cocaine of the rural underworld