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THE MONSTERS

SENTIMENTAL EDUCATION

We don't have 500 liras for the school. Tell your teacher

that dad and mom are not into charities. All right?

- But I already said yes. - Time to say no now.

You must never say yes. Understand? Always say no.

Because no, gets you out of trouble. Yes, gets you into trouble.

- But it is for the poor. - Which poor? There are no poor.

Even beggars are rich.

Do you know that when a poor dies, they find money in his mattress?

Their mattresses are stuffed with money.

Some times mice eat them, of course, so all that's left, is a pile of grinds.

You know how mice do with their teeth.

Let me see. Did you wash your teeth?

Kiss... rinse now.

- Tasty, isn't it? Want some more? - No.

Two cappuccinos and two cakes.

- Two hundred. - Two hundred.

But, dad...

- Good bye, beautiful. - Have a nice day.

- But dad, we ate six. - What do you care? We paid for two.

You have to be cunning in life. Understand? You have to be cunning.

Open your pocket.

Look how many candies dad stole for you!

Let's go, foxy!

Listen Paoletto, you are nice, clever and beautiful, but you are not cunning.

But the world is round, and if one Doesn't swim, he goes to the bottom.

Did you understand? Remember that.

Wait... Let me pass.

But dad, it is forbidden!

What do you care? Do you see any traffic cop? No.

We have to get to school on time.

- What are you doing, stupid? - Give this loser the finger.

Here is your toast, and be careful not to stain your notebook with it.

And don't give your classmates. Eat it all by yourself. Understand?

And be nice to your teacher. She is not ugly, is she?

Do you prefer her to Sofia Loren? What? You blushed?

We are men. We can tell everything to one another. Cheer up and go on.

- Give dad a kiss. - Bye.

That is why my son has become a real trickster.

The other day a friend of my wife, Luisa...

- The water is mine. - ... quite beautiful...

was sitting in an armchair, and you know what he did?

Listen... excuse me...

The little devil. Only seven and a half years old!

- Better like this, than naif, right? - Yes. How is your son doing?

He is quite a trickster too.

But a bit shy. He took it after his mother.

But I will work on it. He will get over it.

- Juliano gave you a black eye? - Yes.

You should kick him. Remember, the one who hits first, hits two times as much.

In life, whoever gets beaten, loses. Do you enjoy getting beaten?

- No. - Then beat! Beat hard.

- Do you remember the adage? - Yes. "The world is round..."

The other one: "A good trial is better than a good funeral."

- Now eat your fruit. - 1" m full.

Eat, I said! Ah, I don't care.

Try this coffee.

It's a new brand I bought from the supermarket.

Let's see.

- Want some coffee? - No.

Drink, it is good for you.

It will cheer you up.

This kid acts like he is dead.

Damn it! Look at this queue! How are we going to get in?

Watch the trick your dad is going to play. Pay attention.

- What will you do? - Stay quiet and follow me.

Excuse me, I was crippled at war. May I pass, because my leg...

You are so lucky you can walk.

A special needs' ticket. No ticket for the kid.

300 liras.

People like you should not be paying at all.

What was it? "The world is round, and if one doesn't swim..."

Well done, kid. Get in and have fun.

You see these signs? They are electoral posters. Understand?

And how are the people participating in the elections called?

They are called MPs and they go to Parliament.

Well, the Parliament is not worth its name anymore...

You're laughing? Actually, it is very sad.

You see, those who are supposed to be looking after the common interest

only look after themselves.

Because, sadly, there is a tendency for dishonesty and mistrust.

That is why, if you want to thrive, you should never trust anyone!

Never trust anyone, understand?

Not even your own father... Just kidding. Give dad a kiss.

What are these people doing? Move one, damn it!

Move you turtles! Move!

Let us play the handkerchief trick.

Pretend you're unconscious and lean your head here.

Just pretend and hold your head like this.

TEN YEARS LATER

"He robbed his father and then killed him."

THE VICTIM

THE RECOMMENDATION

What do I do? Practically nothing.

- I did a Chekhov's play on TV. - Ah, good.

I also did a commercial. Maybe you saw me on TV.

- Very good. - But no theatrical play.

Ah, the theater! It's the crisis Julio. The crisis. The recession.

And not only the economic or technical crisis...

Not only the set design or the costumes' expenses...

Look, this costed 600.000 liras. Understand? What a shame!

The worst crisis is the one within. We are the ones killing theater.

- You should not be talking about a crisis. - I' m not talking about me...

Fortunately, I am not like Albatrelli who performs in almost-empty theatres.

Carmen, please give me the earring...

No. I am successful, I get enough applause,

but they do not convince me. There is something...

Theater is detached. It does not represent life any more.

It does not represent society. And us, the theater people,

you know it well, we unfortunately fall into the trap, the delusion of cinema...

True, cinema pays millions... I got 60 millions, dear Julio

for my last movie... And my body feels 60 years older.

60 years that I do not deserve, that I haven't worked to get them.

And then all those other stupid things, the advertising campaigns,

The Golden Grail, David of Donatello.

- Do you want to come with me in Taormina? - Thank you, but I can't.

I can't for reasons...

Excuse me, but I wanted to remind you that telephone call...

Kaverjago, get me the sword! I will fire him one day. You were saying?

About that phone call to Garrone. See, he is casting for a grand troupe

He must have some part for me...

But of course. When I' m done I will give him a call.

Leave me his number. I will definitely do it with pleasure.

- Thanks. I' m counting on you. - A veteran of theater...

You have remained pure, right? Loyal and pure!

Poor, yet rich. Bravo!

I remember you.

Four years ago, you played that small part by my side.

You got a big applause, as I recall!

Some times you see, even a small part is enough...

- Of course. - I deserved the applause.

Sure you did. That is why I remember.

Dear old, loyal friend! One minute!

Loyal, poor, and for that reasons, rich. Do not envy our success...

Because it is a heavy burden, Julio. A depressing burden.

Garonne, I still haven't catch my breath. I just finished the first act

of Othello. I' m calling to recommend an actor, Frankouzzi.

Which means I am consciously recommending him.

He is a serious professional! He has his limitations of course,

his flows, he is a bit sad maybe, but he is an actor!

Listen, Garrone. You need seven actors for the new troupe. Right?

The Savini-Zamboni troupe, correct?

You are preparing the revision of Morgante

which is my idea after all, and you know it.

Of course. I considered doing it three years ago.

No, no. I didn't do it. It was not a priority for me.

Carmen, call me the stage manager.

Good. As far as I know, you have not distributed Marbute's part yet.

Since the part is still available, you can take Frankouzzi...

Excuse me, but he is the ideal Marboute.

Even his flows are ideal for the part.

What do you mean "no"? His sadness, his gloominess. They fit perfectly.

Ah, you already thought about him. Then call him up.

No, he is free as a spinster.

Poor guy does nothing. He is free. Just a play on TV and that's all.

How come? You know how things are in our circle.

When they can't move on, with all the grudge that surrounds us...

As for the rest... no, don't start too, There's no need telling me...

No, he is not bad luck, he is just unlucky...

We should not be mean... excuse me for a minute...

Lucidi, what about that applause? Will it come or not?

- It's been done. - Ah, yes. It sounded like drudgery.

You don't understand that even applauding needs taste, delicacy, grace.

Wake up, Lucidi! I cannot be mean all the time because of you.

So you see, he is unlucky. And, given everything that occured...

but, hell, it wasn't his fault!

I know, he went with Fioravanti and he broke his leg.

But that doesn't mean he jinxed him.

Ok, in Piccolo di Rovina there was a flood but did he bring it?

Let's be fair. Ok, there was that other incident too,

but the poor guy had nothing to do with it. What was he supposed to do?

Ok, in Spoleto the director fell in love with him, and committed suicide.

No, this means that he is an interesting guy.

Poor guy, had a nervous breakdown... There's no need...

You go ahead. Go!

Put another seven or eight kids in front seats. Not only in the gods!

There needs to be applause from the front seats too! Wake up!

- Otherwise leave! Understand? - Yes, yes.

A serious nervous breakdown. This was a really sad situation.

No, not in a mad house! What a terrible word... No, he is fine!

He is just fine! He remembers everything when he doesn't drink.

He drinks, yes... But just a little bit.

Ah, come on. Don't start again. He is perfectly fine...

Listen, if you take Frankouzzi you are doing a good deed,

you are doing me a big favor, which is important,

you are doing him a favor...

There is no gain for me in this, if you think about it.

I could propose someone else and benefit from it.

Koukari, who, in some things, technically speaking, is even better than Frankuzzi.

I have hired him, but he is not suitable for Othello,

so he is a financial burden to me.

No, no! Koukari is a good actor.

Come in, Palokieta.

No, Koukari is a good actor. That is, if we compare them

he probably has more finesse than Frankouzzi.

Better posture, more experience, better training...

He is more active, and even morally, if we think about it,

because the story with Spoleto, does not give a good impression...

I don't want to influence you.

It's your decision, but if I were you I would definitely take...

Exactly... Kouk... Look, take Koukari...

Take Koukari and leave Frankuzzi, or he might get you into trouble...

Take Koukari. Goodbye dear. We'll talk again...

Take Koukari, and leave that jinx, Frankuzzi. Kisses!

Carmen, notify the reception that, if that hassler, Frankuzzi, comes,

they shouldn't let him in.

Have them tell him that I made that phone call

and he should stay home and wait.

One of these days he will hear from them.

And tell Karavagio to punish that sidekick with the watch!

Palokieta, my beauty, how many times do I need to tell you

that during my monologue in the Senate,

you are not supposed to go in front of the lights demonstrating your beauty...

Which is great, but this way, nobody pays attention

to my monologue and it all goes to waste.

Correct? So, if we agree,

we remain friends, and I take you along in Taormina,

to watch the premiere, and then we go skinny dipping in the sea of Ulysses,

to enhance your culture. Now, will you give me a kiss?

THE MONSTER

"He killed his five children and then locked himself up, in the house."

Take him down to the lorry.

Stop! A nice picture of the monster!

LIKE A FATHER

I'I m C o m N g !

Excuse me, Stefano, but...

What time is it? Come on in.

- Listen, I... - What happened?

What? There's a storm? Is it raining?

- What's the matter? - Stefano, |I...

I need to talk to you about Luciana.

I knew it... Mother of God, what have I done to deserve listening

to your nonsense about Luciana in the middle of the night?

OK, I know. You are right.

I don't know why I bother you with my personal affairs.

Maybe it is serious, but what is that to you?

If I don't care during the day, imagine how I don't care during the night.

But since you came, tell me everything and let's not talk about it anymore.

Be fast, because I have to get up early in the morning. I have a splinter.

Since you want to know, I will tell you.

- Luciana is cheating on me. - I know.

During the last three months, you have told me...

How long have you been married? Three months. You have told me six times.

- I assume you have proof. - I assure you, this time...

Trust me. It is true, it's not an obsession.

You are crazy, and I am crazy for listening to you.

And you are getting in my nerves, because I know Luciana quite well.

And I know she cannot do such a thing.

Besides, why would she do such a thing?

You've been married for three months, out of love.

It was not a marriage of convenience, since you are broke.

I'm telling, I am certain this time!

But why would she be cheating on you on the third month of your marriage?

You make me mad.

To be honest, you would deserve it,

since you are so stubborn, you want her to be a fornicator, to be proven right.

But I don't want to be right... I just want my wife to be faithful.

Go ahead. Drink something. Some whisky will raise your spirits.

Some thunder! I go get some ice. You keep talking, I' m listening.

As you know, every Wednesday I stay at the office

until late, to speak with Amsterdam, right?

Luciana goes to the movies with some friend of hers, Carla.

- Every Wednesday? - Every Wednesday.

- For the last two months. - Is that so”? Always to the movies?

Well, there's no harm in that.

Right, but she gets home at 2:00 am.

Yes, but she goes to the movies. Not on a date.

But she gets back at 2:00 am.

It is certainly a bit late.

But, if you think about it, the film starts at 11:00 pm and finishes at 1:00 am.

If they talk a little, get some coffee or an ice-cream...

OK, I've thought about that myself.

But what would you say if I told you that tonight,

I called Amsterdam, got out at midnight,

went by Rozati's and saw Carla with her fiancé.

She gave me a slyly look and said: "Say hi to Luciana for me."

- What would you say? - What can I say?

Probably she did not go out with Carla tonight.

No, I can feel it. This isn't so. It just isn't.

Did you call home to find out?

- Why should 1? It is pointless. - Maybe she is not even out.

- How is that possible? - Do not accuse her without being certain.

She's out.

The case of the insurance, is it over?

Yes. The contract is in my bureau.

Terrible moments, right?

- Maybe the lines are down. - What are you talking about?

Then she's out.

She will get back at 2:00, like every Wednesday.

And you, damn it, with that phone call in Amsterdam, every Wednesday at midnight!

Change the time! Do something!

You see, it is my fault now!

I' m not saying that. I' m just saying that if one is jealous,

he does not work until late at night.

Stefano, why don't you talk to her? She tells you everything.

She listens to you. You're like a father to her, you were there when she was born.

Moreover, some things are easier to say to a stranger, than to your husband.

Yes, but even if I talk to her, if she has done something wrong,

do you think she will confess?

Stefano... talk to her!

Marriage has ruined you. You have the face of an idiot.

- Will you do it? - Here's what we'll do:

Tomorrow is Thursday. You invite me for dinner at your place,

and I'll find some time when you're not there to talk to her.

- You will talk to her? - Yes, I will talk to her.

But now go. I' m tired and I have to wake up early.

Go home, stay calm and do not worry. Everything will be all right.

Go!

Tell her to cook that nice fettuccine. The one she cooked last time.

And have that Sicilian wine of yours, the one from Ragusa.

We might as well eat well with all this mess.

- Thank you, my good friend. - Goodbye and take it easy.

- You'll talk to her? - Yes, I'll talk to her.

I' m coming at your place for lunch tomorrow.

I heard it.

CARRIED AWAY BY LIFE

Mrs. Sekarelli. How do you do?

- No, no. I do not know you. - Nice to see you, Mrs. Sekarelli.

- Good morning, but I don't... - We need your help.

- Good lady! - We need you once more.

Nothing much. Look, you will come with us now...

We'll go for a nice walk, eat and drink

and then we'll get you back home. All right?

No, but I can't! I cannot move!

- I" m sick. The doctor said so. - Ah, no you are not sick!

Look here, young man. See for yourself.

I suffer from arthritis, here's the doctor's note.

Don't listen to the doctors. We'll put you in a nice armchair...

No! I will call my son!

Open the door!

Damn it, Mrs. Sekarelli, stop it! You will hurt yourself!

Why do you want to do it the hard way? Stay still, keep calm I' m telling you!

Stop! Once again, the old lady does not understand a thing!

Keep this recording anyway, along with the other eleven ones,

and we shoot again, until this old senile learns how to swim.

And tell her to stop playing stupid, the good old lady.

Get the old lady out of the water and dry her off.

And have her dive again with more impetus.

Mrs. Sekarelli, we will shoot it once more.

Hurry Mrs. Sekarelli. We need to do it again.

- Help! I' m drowning! - Quit joking, Mrs. Sekarelli...

Be strong. The doctor cannot wait for you.

OK, doctor. Ready for shoot thirteen. Let's go!

Go change already!

THE POOR SOLDIER

"The murder of the young woman remains a great mystery"

Elinte's brother, drowning in sorrow

may never come out of this shock.

Were drugs the cause of death of the former maid?

- Where? - This way.

- Is it her? - Yes.

Mr. Bataki, excuse me. On behalf of my newspaper, I'd like...

There he is! One moment Mr. Bataki! Look this way!

- Go away! He has nothing to say. - One moment! Look this way.

- Show some respect, guys. Please. - One moment, a bit more. Thank you.

Stay still! Thank you.

Listen, your sister was no more the same as she were three years ago

when she left the village and came to work in Rome as a maid.

She evolved, do you understand?

She lived in a small apartment. Had a record player, a TV, whiskey...

- I bet you never drink whiskey. - No, never.

She had nice clothes, a car,

and not some old one; she had a seicento.

These are things you pay for,

and your poor sister paid for them, dearly.

Sit for a little while if you want. I'll wait for you downstairs.

- Can I talk to the manager? - He is busy. Tell me.

My name is Bataki. I' m the brother of poor Elinte Bataki.

- The brother of Bataki, you said? - Yes.

Nice to meet you... I' m sorry... My condolences.

Come. The editor-in-chief will see you right away.

It's Bataki, Elinte's brother.

Wait here.

Come on in.

No doubt, the reason for your permit is very sad, Mr. Bataki.

Let"s hope the murderer will be found.

- Yes. - And that the case of your sister

will not become a "cold case", like so many other cases lately.

If we can help you in any way...

Listen, I did ask for a permit to visit you

to see if it is possible... in general, with what I have to tell you

to shed some light to this tragedy that struck my family

and all of us, and poor Elinte.

Be brave and talk to me, Mr. Bataki.

When I went to Elinte's apartment,

you know, in Parioli, where she lived,

by coincidence, as I was sitting on the sofa,

my hand accidentally touched the shelf between the sofa and the bedside table.

I' m a carpenter you see, so furniture is my business.

So there, on that shelf between the sofa and the bedside table,

Yes, all right. What did you find?

I found the diary of poor Elinte.

Your sister's?

- And does she mention anything there? - Everything. She wrote down everything.

Ever since she came to Rome. Everything. Day by day, it is all here.

Even names. Everything! I don't know. I cannot understand...

How did she get to meet all these people?

She did not do all these. Back in the village she never did such things.

She was a decent girl...

You have to read it. I read it all overnight.

Addresses... look here...

July 17th: visited Brigadier Pepe Kokonia in his house.

His wife is away on vacation...

Then she writes down a number: 25000. I don't know. Maybe it's his phone.

August 18th: engineer Mario Tsitsini came to Rome.

Dinner... bat... Residence Palace.

Does it have a phone number there as well?

- Yes, 35000. - 35 thousand?

Yes... It is all written here.

At first, I thought about going to the police, but then I thought

that they put you in all kinds of trouble there, so I preferred coming here.

Because you can help me in the effort to discover

that bastard... who killed my sister.

Certainly, Mr. Bataki. It is I who should thank you for your preference.

You realize, of course, that for a poor soldier like me...

If all the things my sister did came out

it wouldn't be good.

"Giornale d' Italia" already asked me for my sister's diary,

but I didn't give it to them. I went over there...

You know how much they were paying? Three million!

But I didn't give it to them... No.

I came to you. I thought you might pay me more.

3.5 million maybe. You see I will give it to you.

After all, there is also a sentimental issue.

I know my sister had come to your newspaper...

for her classified ad, when she came to Rome looking for a job as a maid.

She came here, to you.

She preferred your newspaper.

So, will you give me the 3.5million, or not?

Otherwise, you see, I will go to "Giornale d' Italia".

DAMN LIFE!

Erssilia, the milk man doesn't give us credit anymore.

He only gave me half a bottle. Here, take it.

Doctor, tell me the truth...

How is this little creature? Is it serious, doctor?

- Don't be overdramatic! - Easy for you to say.

He needs antibiotics.

We have to make a urinalysis.

Urinalysis! Hear that, Erssilia? I have to take the urine to the lab.

I cannot stand that too! I am dead tired!

Nicola, if you have to do it, what can you do?

Yes, I have to go to the lab too.

- I will go to the lab. - And what about the children?

- They'll stay home alone. - Assounta will take care of them.

- I'll try not to be late. - When I see the children sick...

I feel like dying in their place, damn it.

But, Nicola, the doctor has visited four times already...

We have to pay him something, even if he doesn't ask for anything.

OK, OK, take all I have. 900 liras.

Give them to the doctor, so I'll go there with nothing!

That's my destiny. Damn fate.

- Don't sacrifice yourself. Keep them. - But I have to go there.

You have to go and you will. Don't sacrifice yourself.

But even if I don't pay the doctor, there are also the antibiotics...

the drugs, the urinalysis, there is everything!

Calm down. Since it is already arranged we will pay him next time.

As for the rest, we will find a way.

And tomorrow, we are having drugs and suppositories for lunch?

We will work something out. Maybe Assounta will help.

Erssilia, nothing can be done. I have a bad luck in everything!

Stand up and go.

I can't stand it any longer. I have a headache.

Go! You'll be late. Don't make me drag you!

Only for your sake. Bull' m not well. You're in charge.

Don't worry.

You see, doctor, what goes on here?

Goodbye Erssilia. I' m leaving, but I' m worried.

Stay there. Read your comics.

Go, Pientone! Go!

Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!

Roma scored!

Hooray wolves!

Like that! With hate!

Go Romal!

EVERYDAY LIFE OF AN HONOURABLE MP

- Up there! - How beautiful!

Let's go. I' m hungry. Let's go!

Quickly. Time for honorable MP's collation.

May 1?

Good morning, Don llario.

- Good morning, honorable MP. - Nice day, isn't it?

A healthy mind in a healthy body.

Morning air is very healthy.

How come there are no fresh figs?

Honorable MP, the abbot called.

You will speak with Forte de Marmi in a while...

Thank you.

Don llario, you look a little pale.

What is this coffee made of? Chickpeas?

Hello, Adelina? Yes, very well.

Are you all right? The kids? Karlucco, Pietroucco?

Alside, Amintore, Carlo, Lissetta, Maria...

No, I didn't forget anyone. Ah, you're right... Ricardo.

How is he? His tonsils? Watch out. No swimming.

And especially, an early night sleep. No, no, no...

If it's Celentano, then go, but don't be late. Go home early.

Sure, take Tolietis too. Definitely.

No. At 1:30 I go to bed. I watch the news and go to sleep.

We wake up very early here. A healthy mind in a healthy body.

I' m fine. With the monks it is better than a hotel, you know.

Much better. With joy and serenity. All the same to you too.

The bell. I have to go. It's time for supper.

I have to be at the office at 8:30.

No. I won't go to the Parliament. There's nothing there today.

Not at all. I have to go now. Take care of Ricardo.

Goodbye. Give my love to everyone. Bye.

- Praise the Lord. - Praise the Lord.

Guido, I'd wish you, and I, and Lapo would be dazed...

Honorable MP, an urgent message for you.

Hi there. Excuse me for coming here to find you,

but I have something rather urgent to tell you.

- Sure, go ahead. - Datery Company.

- Come, let's go to the patio. - In the Ministry of Public Works

we are signing a contract for acquiring the ex Pallanci estate...

- I know. - ... from the agricultural co-ops...

in the interest of... well...

the 3,000 shareholders of Datery Co.

- So many shareholders? - Yes.

But, you see, a new factor just came up...

- You probably know him. - Yes, sit down.

He is an expert of the ministry.

- Ah, yes. - How can I put it...

He is a good man, of course, but now he went over there

to make his own estimation on the real value of the land, you see...

Well, you can't get out of his mind that the land values

ten times less than what the state is paying.

And since he threatens to present his estimation today

in your presence, as the chairman of the parliament committee,

I came to please you...

- Stop! - Let me finish.

You're already finished! And listen to me carefully.

I am an MP, accountable to the Parliament and the country.

Furthermore, to my consciousness. Conclusion:

When this general Olivatsi, presents me with his estimation

in order to check the validity of his conclusions

you will all excuse me, but I will do my duty to the end.

- If this general brings me... - And what about your recent decision?

- Exactly! - But there will be a scandal...

It will affect everyone: the government, the party...

There is nothing we can do. If it rains, we will get wet.

- Good morning, honorable MP. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning, dear.

- Everything OK, Jasido? - Honorable MP...

General... Olivatsi is here.

- Olivatsi? - He says it is very urgent.

Let him in.

- Good morning, your Excellency. - Good morning, dear.

Your list of appointments and the morning papers.

Well done. You look very pretty today. Did you go to the hairdresser?

- Very nice. - Thank you.

- Your Excellency! - General!

When I heard that you arrived, I came to welcome you.

- It is important, your Excellency. - Please, take a sit.

- Here are the documents... - Let me finish something urgent

and important, and I will get straight back to you.

- Your Excellency, you just need to approve - Of course. Wait here.

- But it is extremely urgent. - Sit here, and do not worry.

- What time is the ceremony? - Ten 0 clock.

But you said you wouldn't go.

But I will. Friends are waiting for me there. Go make the call.

I called the office. The general is there waiting for you.

- He's still there? - Still, your Excellency.

Unfortunately, I have to go to the Parliament.

Honorable MP Kapeci is giving a speech. I must be there.

It is imperative. To the Parliament!

All the healthy forces of our country, need to unite

to stop the dangerous experiments of the so-called "opening".

We need to avoid the precipice of nationalization

and restore the power and credibility of the free market

which is the foundation and the guarantee

of the economic development of the country.

A development which initiated the so-called long and hard twenty year period,

and this shouldn't upset Neni and his friends. We must..

You must shut up!

We must, finally, build a national consciousness...

General, honorable MP called again.

He said he is sorry, but he will be late.

I' m going to get some snack. Can I get you anything, general?

No. You go. I will wait for him.

I have lived for 3 years in Paris.

But just today, that I've met you, I can say...

...that I've seen the best of Paris.

- Thank you. - Very nice.

Very cute!

Great cartoons. Suitable for the children of the orphanage.

Educative too. Because the powerful concedes

to the weak, without turning the other cheek, right reverend?

How is this chick called?

- Flip. - Flip. How cute!

- What time is it? - Nine, your Excellency.

It's late. We must leave. Come reverend, miss...

Please, go first.

Dear general, I am really exhausted.

Do you see the time?

Better to be at the war front, I say. Better.

Anyway, tell me. I' m listening.

Now, your Excellency, this damn contract has been signed.

Contract? You said contract? Excuse me, which contract?

That of Datery Co. The ex Pallanci estate.

Which costed the state 2 billion more than it should!

A real jobbery, your Excellency.

General, if I wasn't aware of your honesty and integrity

I'd doubt your words.

I have the folder here. With all the signatures. To the last one.

If only we had talked in the morning, even in the afternoon...

Why didn't you say so straight away, dear general?

If I was aware of the seriousness of the situation, it would be a priority.

Top priority, as it's called.

Two billion. Yes, I could go to someone else...

But general Olivatsi never makes such tantalizing thoughts.

I do not do such things. Only to you, your Excellency

I can submit the results of my research.

- General, are you all right? - Excuse me.

- General! - I haven't eaten anything all day.

I' m not a young man anymore. I' m over seventy...

- General! - I' m just a little dizzy. That's all.

General Olivatsi, can you hear me?

I am really happy our general is all well now.

But we should not take advantage of the honesty

and the conscientiousness of our employees, who are over aged.

He is 70 years old. One does not play with such things.

- We will superannuate him, right? - No doubt, your Excellency.

He deserves it, of course. The general deserves it.

LATIN LOVERS

We will go skinny dipping tonight, with the moon.

I have a great passion for Etruscan tombs.

There are marble tombs in Tservetri.

Of course the bodies are not there, but there are frescoes, vases ...

But you don't care about those things. I'll take a swim.

Come.

VOLUNTEER WITNESS

According to the testimonies, and to the ticket

issued by the train conductor, the defendant took the express

travelling from Milan to Rome, on April 22nd.

The poor engineer was murdered on that same day.

That same day, someone stole the dog of a relative.

Maybe the defendant did that as well.

Counsel D' Amore, you are kindly requested not to interrupt!

- I will be careful, your honor. - He was murdered at 22:00.

Two hours after, at midnight

the defendant takes again the train from Milan.

There is no evidence for that, however.

It is at least unusual for a person who arrives at Milan at 22:00

to leave again at midnight.

Maybe he forgot his toothbrush.

I' m really sorry for the defense attorney...

...but this hasty departure

...is confirmed by a volunteer witness.

As advocate D' Amore will find out, I' m not biased.

Witness Fioravanti Pilante, please approach the bench.

I don't know why, but I' m very scared.

Afraid of what? When you're telling the truth, there is nothing to fear.

Maybe you shouldn't appear, since no one summoned you.

Excuse me, but why? The testimony is a duty to justice.

If one knows and does not speak, he becomes, even unwittingly

an accomplice to the crime. I' m sorry...

- You are right... - Fioravanti Pilante!

Someone like you, would certainly feel guilty for the rest of his life.

- Yes, let's go. - Do you think we'll be on the papers?

- May I go in? - Please, go.

- Sit down. - Approach the bench.

He's my husband.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

- Say "I swear". - I swear.

Mr. Fioravanti, in your letter you claim to have travelled

on the night of April 22 to 23 with the express train Rome-Milan.

- Do you confirm that? - I do, your honor.

Go closer to the microphone.

Excuse me.

- Go ahead, speak. - I confirm that, your honor.

I travelled to Rome on a business trip.

Mr. Fioravanti, were there any other passengers in your compartment?

- Yes. Four. - Address yourself to me.

Yes, there were four of us in the compartment.

There was a man with a beard, an old man,

a blond lady,

and a young man. Tall, with a striped tie and a blue jacket.

- I recognized him in the photos. - And is he present in this room?

- Yes, your honor. - Could you show him to me?

- Of course. It's him. - Thank you, Mr. Fioravanti.

Advocate D' Amore, do you have any questions for the witness?

But of course, your honor.

How could I let such a significant witness go?

A unique phenomenon of photographic memory, right?

But, since it is late and we are tired I would suggest the court

to interrupt until tomorrow, if you would allow that, your honor.

Court is adjourned until tomorrow. You should also be present at 9:00.

Yes, but, your honor, I have a very important business...

Excuse me, Savoli. I'd like to tell you something.

This volunteer witness... Fioravanti...

I'd like to know more about him...

Who is he, what he does, relatives, friends, understand?

With your nose and your sharp eye, as a capable young man,

you will wrap this Fioravanti up for me.

In the good sense of course, legally. I' m counting on you.

Mr. Fioravanti...

Ah, what a nice tie you are wearing. A bit like the one I wore yesterday.

Do you remember, by any chance, what color it was?

- I don't know. I don't remember. - Strange!

After one year, you remember well that the defendant

was wearing a striped tie, a blue jacket and all the details,

but you do not remember today the tie I was wearing yesterday.

Excuse me, but I did not sit for 8 hours with you, like I did...

Very well. So you remember perfectly some things,

while you easily forget others. You have, so to say, a memory

unstable. I understand. It's not a bad thing.

Right, your honor? I think you understand my point.

So, If I' m not mistaken, you were on a business trip.

- Correct? - Yes.

In these cases, your office pays its employees

for a first class ticket, correct?

- Yes. - But according to your testimony

you were travelling with the defendant in a B class compartment.

That leads to an automatic and elementary conclusion

that you kept the difference to yourself, befooling your superiors.

- Correct? - Shame on you!

You are trying to discredit the witness.

- I' m only presenting the facts. - Advocate D' Amore!

Interrogate the witness on relevant matters. Be polite.

Polite, of course! But do we remember politeness when the moral substance,

the life, the future, the fate of a man are at stake?

Do you know Mr. Pagani Mario, Mr. Fioravanti?

- Do you know him? No? - No.

No? Yet another slip of this imperfect memory.

Come on, Mr. Fioravanti. Pagani Mario is your barber, on Meroulana str.

Ah, yes. My barber. I remember, yes.

Where, if I'm not mistaken, there used to work

a young manicurist, who was... not exactly immoral... let's say saucy,

named Loretta. Come on, Mr. Fioravanti. Loretta...

Do you remember her? This Mario and all his employees

remember very well that, some nights

you were waiting in your car for this Loretta to finish her work

and leave with you, to an unknown destination. Is this correct too?

I protest! The defense invades the personal life of the witness.

A man, capable of befooling his wife,

of befooling his superiors,

why couldn't he, or why shouldn't he

befool or try to befool the court.

Not to mention the fact that, in 1960 Fioravanti was arrested

and spent two days in jail for being drunk.

It was New Year's eve!

One more reason not to be in jail.

But there's more, because Fioravanti is a gold mine.

In '61 he was arrested as a field intruder during a football match.

- Yes, but explain... - A peaceful match.

Roma-Napoli, correct? Let's move one.

His name is on the list of dishonored checks.

His sister has a file from the police of Milan.

- Mr. President! - No, not this.

What more do you need? What should I add?

That he has an insane brother, with signs of schizoid dysthymia.

And to continue and complete this beautiful family memory

his father disappeared recently, suffering from severe alcoholism,

while he was court-martialled during the great, sacred

victorious war of 15 -'18... During this monumental war,

and this completes his medical and social profile,

he attempted desertion, using a false permit written by himself!

Thus, I conclude, like father, like son,

unless we wish to throw away Mendel's genetic laws.

Gentlemen of the court, I am finished. I would only like to add this:

It is now obvious that Fioravanti Pilante never travelled

with the defendant in the train, nor has he ever seen him,

and he came here seeking some publicity,

due to the characteristic exhibitionism of all neurotic people.

I, therefore, accuse Fioravanti Pilante for perjury

and call upon your court to try him.

I think we showed them.

The court feels there is no need to interrupt in order to decide.

We consider Mr. Fioravanti's testimony, non valid!

You can go home this time, Mr. Fioravanti, unpunished.

But let this be a lesson to you.

You cannot play around with Justice!

And now, go. Get out of this courtroom.

- What a shame! - Don't talk!

- Your handbag. - Thank you.

Excuse me...

- What a mess! - Silence!

We will definitely be on the papers now!

THE TWO ORPHANS.

"BLIND"

Please help us... Sing Mikieli, sing sad!

Sing, sad...

Some help please, for the blind guy whose eyes cannot see!

May you be blessed with luck, happiness and love! Thank you very much!

Sing! Happiness and love. Excuse me, father. We paid already.

Sing, Mikelino, sing. Hey, little one, come here!

Bravo, thank your mom.

Young lady, some help for the blind who cannot see you...

Thank you very much. May you find a good husband.

Beautiful and nice. Bravo!

- What's the matter? - Is this young man your relative?

You sing. No, he is my friend, but he is like a brother to me.

I help him make some money.

You never considered seeing a specialist?

And throw his money away? We better wait for the grace of the Saint Antony.

- I strongly disagree. - Let that down, boy.

- I think something can be done. - Really?

- What's the matter, Rike? - You sing. Don't worry.

- Let it down. Stay still. - Naturally...

- Tell me, professor. - I have to examine him calmly.

- But there's a lot of hope. - For what? He can see again?

Of course! It won't be the first time.

I have performed a lot of cataract operations.

- Cataract. I see. - It's a difficult operation

but with a high success rate. It is worth a try.

Tell me doctor! Of course it is worth it if he can see again.

You're saying the poor guy will see again?

But of course.

- Do you see the ophthalmology clinic? - Yes, I do. I do.

My office is there. If you bring him today, I will examine him.

- For free, of course. - Yes, of course. I kiss your hand.

- So generous. When should we come? - Even now.

- Ask for professor Pinsuto. - Pinsuto, nice.

- With a P. - God bless you!

We come right away. Thank you.

Health and happiness. Let's go Mikelino.

You stay put. Let's go.

He was a cop, and said if he sees us here again he will put us in jail.

We have to go. Let's go to Parioli where people pay.

And if all goes well -watch the step- I'll take you to Lourdes next year.

Now sing, with that sad smile of yours.

Watch your step, Jesus!

THE AMBUSH

THE SACRIFICED

Try to understand me, Juliana. I' m saying it for you, not for me.

I will harm you, that's how I am. But I have the sense of responsibility.

I already feel guilty because you wasted the last five years.

- Almost six. - Six. Even worse.

And for a woman, these are the best years.

Just think. When I met you, you were a baby.

A bit older than twenty years old.

Even though... to be honest... you already had some experience.

- With a man who wanted to marry me! - But of course.

And that's why I feel twice as guilty.

Guilty, why? I do not regret a thing. I am happy.

Maybe now. But later on, when you are no longer young,

When you will contemplate your life, you will eventually say:

"What did Roberto offer me?" And the answer will be "Nothing".

Because, unfortunately, this is the truth. I offer you nothing, Juliana.

- Why do you say that? - Why I say that...

I am very happy with you. We've been together for six years.

And I wish they become twice as many and even more. My whole life.

Certainly.

If you still love me.

But of course I do. Otherwise, would I be sitting here, talking to you,

trying to convince you for your own good? Think rationally, Juliana.

You are right, I' m sorry. You are so nice, Roberto.

No, it's not a matter of being nice. You deserve a good life,

a home of your own. Things which, no matter how nice I am,

I cannot offer you. It's for your own good, Juliana.

Because for me, things are just fine as they are.

Think about it: I come at your place whenever I feel like it,

I eat, go to bed, get confortable... Right?

Come now, Juliana. Don't sulk. Smile at your Roberto.

And what am I missing? Nothing. For me this situation is ideal.

- I have a wife, children, and... - Children? How? Since when?

Any time now... you see...

This is what I wanted to tell you...

My wife is pregnant.

- I' m happy for you. - Happy...

More responsibilities, more concerns.

And you know, the shame, having to come up with excuses all the time

in the office, just to steal some moments with you.

All this lying makes me ashamed and angry.

I cannot take it any longer. Not for me.

For you, my treasure, for you. You deserve more, much more, Juliana.

You deserve a man of your own.

Not someone who just gives you the leftovers of his time, like I do.

You deserve getting married, much more than other women.

And this is something I cannot give you. If I were still free...

But you were free two years ago, and we had already been together for long.

Why did you choose to marry someone else?

Answer that. Why didn't you marry me?

- You now ask me why? - Yes.

Because I loved you too much, Juliana and I was afraid

that I would make you miserable. Don't you see what kind of a husband I am?

Be patient. I' m now here with you, while my wife thinks I' m at the office.

And she's expecting a baby!

Let it go. Such a shame... Had I married you, at some point,

I would have cheated on you. I know now I' m like that.

I' m not nice! I' m a cheater. I simply have the courage to admit it.

Nice! Listen, married with me or not, all women end up miserable by my side.

And that is why, since I don't want to make you more miserable, I now...

- Want to leave me. - Who? 1?

I'm the one who wants to leave you? What am I doing all this time?

Talking in vain? Don't you understand me?

Be patient, Juliana. Get in my shoes.

I wish I had the courage to end it. "Juliana, we're over."

It would all be fine, and I would have a clear conscious.

But I don't have the courage, and I never will. Understand?

I don't have the strength, but you should.

Yes, try to understand. It is you, who should tell me:

"Roberto, look, it's over".

Yes, you should tell me that. Come, don't be like that...

Smile to your Robert. Come... Bravo.

- Shall we go? - Yes.

Be patient.

No, Juliana...

I' m certain that, if you find the strength to leave me,

you will find someone else at no time and you will be happy.

The hard part is on me. I will have to deal with it.

For example, that...

...that fiancé of yours, 5 years ago. What was his name?

- Astolfo. - Astolfo!

You could return to him. You always told me he was

nice, generous, tolerant. If he understood then, why...

...why not do it again, now?

For God's sake, you will certainly get many opportunities!

You have everything: you are beautiful, nice, a good lover...

What? You're offended? That was a compliment, not an insult.

Ah, don't sulk like an Easter yeanling!

- You know I can't stand it! - All right then, Roberto.

Let's end it. I' m asking you.

All right then. If that's what you want.

Maybe this is better for everyone. It will be hard.

Very hard on me. But, after all, I have my job.

And then, I admit it.

As a bourgeois, I hope I will finally be able to look at my wife in the eyes,

without feeling guilty.

Don't cry, Juliana. Don't make it harder than it is. Please!

- I' m not crying. - At least you are convinced

that this decision is only for your own good,

your future, your interest.

- Are you convinced? - I understand, Roberto.

- Do you want to come up for a drink? - No, no...

I won't be able to leave you then.

Go, Juliana. Don't think of me. Go.

And don't look back.

- My treasure! - I'm here, my love.

Finally, the whole night only for us. I have neglected you all week, right?

- "' M sorry. - Roberto, I didn't say anything.

From now on, I will have more time for you. I' m sorry.

- It's ready. Are you coming? - Let me make a phone call.

Whom are you calling?

My wife. I' m sorry. I won't be long.

Hello, dear. Listen, a job came up for tonight.

I' m sorry. I will be a little late. Yes...

No, no. Don't wait for me. I will be late.

No, don't sulk. Come now...

Smile to your Robert. Smile.

Thank you. Bye. So, here I am.

Please!

"PREVIEW"

- No, yours is grey. - What is this one?

No, no. That neither, no...

It must be here, somewhere... Ah, there it is!

- Yes, this is it. - This is it, for sure.

Let me check. Piatchai!

Take this seicento out. It's the gentleman's here.

- May [? - "' m sorry.

Margarita, it's me. I bought it, you know. Yes.

Yes, just now. No, they didn't have ivory, so I bought light grey.

Yes, I have it in front of me. Maybe it's better, you know...

Sure, it won't get dirty so easily.

I was signing notes for 25 minutes. My hand hurts.

Of course we will make it. Why not? We always pay our debts.

Come on, Margarita. Why should we regret it?

Don't exaggerate! A car is not a luxury anymore. It's a necessity.

No, no. Don't put the children to bed. Get to the window,

so, when I arrive, I will honk and you will see me.

What? A, yes, the Mercedes. Tell Marcellino that the Merce...

Better not to say anything, because he will tell his classmates.

Ok. I'll be there in an hour.

Wait and take care. Goodbye, Margarita.

- Here are the keys. - Thank you.

"Think of us"

- You want me? - No.

Marina, the count is looking for you.

Hello. Shall we go? Quickly, people know me.

- Five in the car, ten in a room. - Yes, Ok. Let's go.

- All right, I see. - Come, don't go now. OK.

- Let's go for the five. Come. - New, right?

Do you know how to drive?

THE MUSE

- Trust me, we have a problem. - There's nothing.

Well, after what we've read, we should not give the prize.

Very nice. So Fuzzi Co. will congratulate us all.

Just think! They have even invited Callas to the awards.

They can call whoever they want. We need to find a good book.

If there is one. If not, so much the worse for the night of the awards.

For the night of Callas, you mean.

Come on, guys. Let's make a list of the candidates.

- Yes, let's make a list. - Eliza.

Don't interrupt her. She is looking for something great. A masterpiece.

- See for yourselves. - Yes, yes...

I think we will hear the "Eureka" story again, right Eliza?

From the ones I've read, the less...

offensive and insulting, is the one with the motto:

"Aeatus sils qui pricul negizis"

No, stop all of you. Yours truly probably found something good.

Let's take a look at it, after all this boredom. Look!

Maybe this will save us the ridicule. Unique, unique, unique...

This one here, honestly, let's see it.

- Good evening! - It is something fresh,

clever and delicate. One of those things that makes you say "Eureka"!

- That's something. - What is its motto?

Let's see. I didn't even notice.

"Bari, my faithful, challenge me..." Beautiful and authentic.

"Lightning in Polykastro". I read it myself. It was lame.

Listen, dear. If you don't want to be wrong, don't speak.

With the little experience I have, I guarantee there is talent here.

Raw, a little rough maybe, but authentic.

It has blood, nerve, it has masculinity,

and with so many gays, there's no doubt about it!

Present people excluded... Look, take a look at it, you'll like it.

- Yes, I've noticed it myself. - You did? And?

- Too many grammar errors. - There we go with grammar again!

What does grammar have to do with it?

Well, excuse me, others don't have such errors?

Marangoli, Vervigrazia, Pitsirouti here...

All right... sleep. Sweet dreams, baby. Sleep. Pitsirouti, here

wanted last year to win at all cost, and Marangoli in grammar...

The only good thing was the a... I' better not say it.

- The ass. - Bravo. You understand me.

So, we will have a nice democratic voting about this

"Lightning in Polykastro", OK? You will vote for it, but don't say it.

Come around me. Where is it? I don't want to see such low grades.

Quick, all around me, and if you're not with me, you are against me.

Well, are you happy you won the prize?

I fought hard for you to get it, but you're worth it.

Now comes the hard time of respon... Ah... listen...

If Bigonkis invite you, don't go. They gave you a 4.

You have to strike a balance, because this was

a new writer's award. An encouragement award let's say,

for a talent that is spurting, a talent aware of its wildness.

Wild nature is useful to everything, as it's correctly said.

What's wrong? Why are you so uptight? I don't like seeing you like that.

Drink something. Let's drink something together, my treasure. What do you want?

- A Pepsi. - A Pepsi, you sly boy!

- I think I'll pour you some whisky. - All right. Whisky then.

See, it's time to get to know the essence of the profession.

You have to learn syntax, because you're worse than a peasant.

Furthermore, there's also the non sequitur. Explain something to me,

Have you broken up with non sequitur? What has it done to you?

- To me? Nothing. - There"s something Freudian about it.

No, that's just the way I write. As it comes out, naturally.

Yes, natural instinct is like the sea: wild, salty,

rough to the hair, like writing and thinking.

Listen, child. There is something here, in the first part. Come close...

- The first part? - Come closer. I won't bite you.

There is something in the first part, here, I don't quite get...

Because in spite of my intellectual air, I remain illiterate.

The structure is fine, as a matter of fact, it is the best thing about it.

But there is something about the heroes, I don't get.

Here, this Poldino. I've been thinking about him all night.

- Who is this Poldino? - Poldino, a friend of mine, yes.

- We used to play together all the time. - So Poldino is a real person?

I imagined so. And I was thinking "what a womanizer"!

- He is an autobiographic person. - No.

But you are all sweaty. Do you want to turn out the light for a while?

- Turn out the light? - Yes, to help you concentrate.

You see, I thought it was fiction, but it's all autobiography, right?

- Where are you? - Here!

Stay put. This Poldino...

What a beautiful concoction, this Poldino!

OBLIVION

- Do you want a cigarette? - No.

Stop it, please!

Go away, Gianin, go!

Fire!

Here, see? I will make one of the walls of our villa, just like that one.

Simple. Just roof tiles and that's it.

Yes, yes.

THE ROAD BELONGS TO EVERYBODY

Calm down. Relax.

Will you let me pass?

May I at least pass through the path lines?

Relax, relax. You spoiled! Uncivilized.

THE OPIUM OF THE PEOPLE

- Hello. - My treasure!

- Who is it? - Nobody. Just the janitor.

- Your husband is here? - Of course, silly. Come in.

- He doesn't mind? He is not jealous? - On the contrary!

Yesterday he beat up a cab driver for looking at my neckline.

What do you mean? If this is a joke, it's not funny at all.

- No, I' m leaving. - No, stay.

He won't move, no matter what. Come on.

- What? You're leaving the door open? - Yes. So we can hear when it's over.

Relax. Don't worry.

The important thing is not to interrupt him when he is watching TV.

Do you think I' m finished? Just a scrap you can throw away?

I now need the medicine you have prepared for me.

Nothing else can calm me down.

- Its abuse is dangerous! - Margaret!

- You're the only one who can help me! - Try to calm down.

But I should have killed him.

To put the blame on Kendall.

I should have killed him!

Don't you understand, attorney Malden?

Don't you understand?

First stage: Increase vibrations.

Go ahead. Increase vibrations!

What kind of a woman is this widow, Wilson?

Cute. Easy to console and kind of foxy.

It's not funny, Mr. Halper. Greeve's endurance tests were negative.

- Replace it. - But it's only an anxiety neurosis.

I will not lose a project costing hundreds of million dollars

over a pilot with anxiety neurosis.

Murder. First degree.

We found the weapon of the crime.

A 45 revolver.

So all these, were part of you plan to accuse Greeve

for the crime that you committed!

You see, attorney Malden,

I had nothing against general Glenn.

But I had to kill him!

Fourth stage: Increase vibrations.

Be brave, Mr. astronaut! The whole America is watching you!

I consented to a 10-days delay.

- Whenever you're ready. - Go ahead, answer.

My treasure, will you get me some whisky?

- Yes, my love. Where is it? - In the living room.

Ah, come. Don't worry. He won't even know you're there.

OK, then. I' m going.

The whisky. In the living room.

- With some ice, love. - Yes, some ice.

Come on in. The door is open.

Hands up! Come with us.

- What for? - Don't make it any harder.

Can you finally tell me what the hell happened?

I will tell you.

When I got home, the door was open.

The rooms were upside down and the senator was dead.

The phone lines were down, so I got back in town to call the police.

- What time was it? - 845

Where were you before that?

At my office, and then at Space Researches lab.

This story is completely absurd!

That's not possible! I entered the villa after you.

Nothing was upside down, and the senator was still alive.

I talked to him for 15' and I'm not crazy!

Then explain this mystery.

You don't believe me. It sounds incredible,

But the room was not upset and I talked to the senator!

Enough. Take him away.

Before you leave, get me the curriculum I asked you 3 days ago.

- You got scared, right? - Me?

Yes, yes.

You have watched "Blood in space”

The show is over. The gentleman must go.

Damn it!

Wait. One more minute. They will first announce tomorrow' s program.

- Where is my tie? Goodbye. - Bye.

- Go, go. - Will I see you tomorrow night?

No, he doesn't watch tomorrow's show. What about Friday?

- All right. Bye. - Bye.

We will be with you tomorrow at 17:30 with our kids' show

Then, on 19:45 our show on Agriculture...

Then, our 20:30 news...

Then you will watch the 20th episode of our romance show...

Ladies and gentlemen, good night.

You don't know what you missed!

FRANCI'S TESTAMENT

- Palantini, are there any news? - Great news.

Taranto: President Seni visited the missile base

in order to inspect the best unit of our army.

Messina: Lipari islands were invaded by grasshoppers. The area...

Fine, just mind the color of my cheeks, because I am a little

strong with my teeth... nice...

Continue with the hands, miss. They are important.

Very nice. I think that's it.

But I don' { want such a big contrast here...

- Lighten it up a little? - It's light enough.

- Better leave it this way. - You know better.

I' m not an actor. The hands, miss. They are important. Hands talk.

- Hello, Palantini. - Good morning.

A last thing! If I were you, I would emphasize a bit this

shadow over the eyes, because it makes the look more powerful.

Softly, delicately... like that, maybe without

messing with the eyebrows, because eyebrows reflect personality.

- Close your eyes for a minute. - Like that. Softly. Very nice.

- Do you have face powder? - I'll put you some.

Because glossiness is really annoying.

We're done.

- Will my glasses be a problem? - No.

Yes, we are ready. Very good. Maybe a bit more here...

Just a little bit. A touch...

Small details are important, right?

- Move on, miss. We're late. - Excuse me. Just a bit more here.

May peace be with you, brothers.

Dear Lord, give me faith...

Be simple and modest.

Because I don' t want people to like me, but their souls to like me.

Because vanity keeps us away from heaven, and thus, he who thinks of worldly things,

is not worthy of the Grace.

This, as you know, is the testament of the sweet Francis of Assisi

the poor man of God.

THE NOBLE ART

This Viterbezi is good for nothing. The punching bag is faster than him.

Who says that? He has a strong punch.

- I can see that. - Yes.

Bordinion is in good shape, right?

So is Talpa. That Katangeze refused the match.

He sent me a telegram:

"We reject a match with Bordinion". Get it?

- There's Guarniacci. - What a disaster...

He keeps coming here. What does he want?

Don't you know? Money. Quick, go!

- Are you playing games? - Why?

I just dropped by to say hi. Friends don't behave this way.

We are busy, Guarniacci. We don't have time for that. Bye.

No, wait...

I came by because I heard that on Friday the 28th

you're organizing a tournament in Palacceto.

- And what do you want? - Do you have any big names?

- No, do you? - No, but I can arrange something.

How many times do I have to tell you? You've lost face.

If you want to make money, get some pop-corn and start selling it.

Pop-corn? Me? You want me to make a fool of myself?

- I have a history. - Yes, but you don't have a present.

Get these 1,000 liras is and leave.

Don't forget it was me who put Artemio Antigori on the podium.

That was a long time ago. One on the podium, ten on the terrain.

So, you want the money or not?

- What if I get you a big name? - Get him first and then we talk.

Spare a cigarette?

Is it cool?

Artemio, some water, please.

- Get them water. - Artemio, go eat. Food is ready.

These people over there want water.

- Get them carbonated. - I see. You eat now.

- Who am I? - Who is it?

What' s the matter? You did not recognize me, Artemio?

Guarnacci, my friend, how are you?

It's been a long time, but this is how it is in our business.

I was in US on business, organizing...

- Bravo, I' m happy for you. - I went to South America...

Brazil. I now work with Viti and Zapata.

I help them out, because they don' t know much about boxing.

- How are you? Your wife? - We are fine.

- We are fine. - Your wife is still beautiful and nice.

You know, you're in a very good shape in spite of your... 30...32 years...

- 35. - 35... damn it!

My son's age. Let me see the muscles.

My finger!

Do you exercise?

Yes. With the clients.

No, I mean jump rope, running?

Could you tell me why should he be running?

- Good morning, lady. Your wife, eh? - This is my wife.

I thought so. Beautiful as always.

If you're here again, like two years ago, to borrow money

then you better talk to me.

No! My business is fine now. I don' t need to borrow money.

- That's good. - But I aim high.

Then, if you're here to put ideas in his head, you're wrong.

- No, I don' t... - Good morning and thank you.

No, I' m just here to discuss a few things about boxing

which we both like. I don't have time to waste.

- My wife. - Very nice lady.

- She's fine. - Everyone remembers you in the gym.

They do?

There are no champions like you nowadays.

I' m glad.

Is this provolone?

- Do you want some? Eat. - No, I've already eaten.

I' m fed up, because I had lunch with Zapata and Viti.

- Yes, I remember them. - Actually...

They organize a tournament in Palacceto on the 28th,

since Zafaloni left his title defenseless...

I' m glad.

You look at women all the time, eh?

- No. - Ah, come on. How do you do it?

You got the title without practice and you look at women all the time!

- You want to eat? Eat. - OK. I'll eat some.

I was saying that, since Zafaloni left the title defenseless

the federation decided to organize a tournament.

- It's funny, right? - Why?

You know who the pretenders are?

Zamalino, Di Palma and Bordinion. Two dead men and a corpse.

Bordinion is not a corpse. He has a strong punch.

- Ah, come on! - But he does!

Whom?

If you fought against him, it would be like robbery.

Robbery. But why did you give up? I can't understand it.

With your body, the title belongs to you.

Look at those muscles...

It makes me crazy that you gave up. Why?

I know why. Punches harm you.

When you get beaten. But the way you fight...

All right...

Do you know Bordinion' s left punch is fake?

I saw him on TV. His fake punch is a Killer.

- No. - He can punch.

- No. - I' m telling you, he punches hard.

- You can beat him any time. - If you say so.

Artemio...

- How are you doing here? - Quite nice.

- You serve? - Of course.

- What about money? - I' m satisfied.

It's not like boxing of course... How much did you get?

- Up to 300,000. - You will get 200,000 in Palacceto.

- All right... - Then there are the fans.

- The thrill... - The beating.

You know, a reporter was asking me about you.

- What did he say? - He was asking when you will be back.

- He said that? - That's what he said, yes.

- Do you remember your last fight? - Of course I do.

- What a win! - And the beating!

- You started off with a right... - No, no, with a left...

I punched him in the liver.

- Artemio! - My wife calls me...

...understand? I was punching him and he was looking in my eye...

- I'll be right back. - What are you doing? You're playing?

Heavyweight Semifinals for the title of Italy's champion.

Giovanni Bordinion, 91.7kg...

against the ex heavyweight champion, who is returning to the terrain,

Antigori Artemio, from Lantispoli, weighting 94.4kg.

Dear boxing lovers, we do not know the reasons for this unique return

of an athlete who has not fought in five years,

and is facing a young athlete, at his best point.

- Hit to the left. - All right.

Hit carefully. Do not harm him.

- Stay away from him. - Don't worry.

Before you start, I forgot to tell you something:

According to the contract, we have an obligation.

You have to hold out for at least one round, or we don' t get paid.

- Did you understand? - You think I won't last a round?

I will beat him.

- Don't worry. - Go for it.

Stay away from him.

Avoid him!

Go! To the liver! Kill him!

All right, all right.

Take this banana, but don't eat all of it!

I slipped...

- I slipped. - The round is over.

- The other corner. - I"'m glad!

Bravo, Artemio. We got the money, understand?

Now get down on the second round. Understand?

Get down. We got the money.

- They threw me a banana! - What do you care?

What do you care? We got the money!

They won't do it again, because I will beat him!

Are you mad? I'll throw the towel!

I'I beat him, I' m telling you!

I'll beat him!

1,2,3,4,5...

1,2,3,4,5...

I'm glad...

6,7, 8,9, end!

No, the poor guy doesn't suffer anymore.

On the contrary. He is happy.

Look at him. He's become a child again.

Beautiful!