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One for you...

and one for me.

They're so good!

One for you... and one for me.

'Morning, ma'am, I've got fresh figs today!

No, I don't need any.

Rosaria! Mama says have you finished?

Rosa'. Rosaria! Rosaria! Rosa'!

Fix the sheet for me.

Mama, I've finished all of it!

Good girl. Put it in the kitchen.

That girl's got such an appetite!

Teresa, where are you on Mrs. Maria's skirt?

I've finished. I used Mrs. Filomena's pattern.

Be careful with her. She's never satisfied.

I know. She keeps coming back. We have to be patient.

My goodness, what a mess.

Oh, good Lord!

- Delia, sweetheart. Coffee. - Yes, Mama. Put it there.

I've mended a linen jacket that I found in the basket,

but I don't know where to put it.

Don't worry. I'll see to it.

I'll do some shopping before I leave.

- What do you want for lunch? - You decide.

Right. I'm going then.

May 23, Delia's birthday

What? You're still in Naples?

- I've been waiting for you! - No, I left.

There's a man here. I can't talk.

What do you mean, Mama? What man?

We voted for her once, and we'll do it again.

Young people want change.

I'd like to see her as mayor of Naples.

I like how... how she would change Naples.

What would you expect off Miss Mussolini?

I don't know. Things would change. I don't know.

Giovanna? It's Delia.

I'm sorry to call you so late, but I need to ask a favor.

Is your father still with the police?

My mother was coming to Bologna for my birthday.

She was supposed to arrive today but she's still not here,

and three hours ago I had a strange call from her.

Hello?

Where are you?

This time I'll put it in my mouth!

What did you say? Mama, who's there with you?

Some guy wants to wrap me In a carpet and take me away!

Mama, stop it!

Mama, tell me where you are!

Lock your door. This man could hurt you foo.

Go to bed now. I'm going for a swim.

Have some water.

Is an autopsy really necessary?

This is all she was wearing.

But she had... a blue suit, shoes and her suitcase. Where...

We didn't find anything.

- Excuse me, Doctor. - Sorry.

- What's wrong, Delia? - Nothing.

- You're pale. - It's my period.

- See you at the cemetery. - Right.

What a shame. Such a beautiful woman!

Delia, I've got her keys. I'll give them to you at home.

You're shameless, Caserta! I'll bash your head in!

Damn you! You bastard!

Your father would have killed him!

What did he want?

Dad didn't even send any flowers.

- Does it surprise you? - Maybe he didn't know.

We could have told him.

Delia, when were you last in Naples?

About three years ago.

But Mama often visited Delia in Bologna. Didn’t she?

- Listen, Delia, you don't want me to stay? - No.

The kids are at their father's.

It's okay. I'll soon sort things out.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- A pizza, please. - The ricotta one?

How much?

Thanks.

Amalia! You cocksucker. I'll fuck you both, you and your mother!

The lock's open.

Amalia was absentminded lately. But she was happy.

You need the long key.

- Do you want to come in? - No, thank you.

Why was she happy?

She was seeing someone. A tall, elegant man.

- That's her brother. - Her brother?

No?

Excuse me.

Delia, sweetheart, did you turn off the faucet?

So, what are we doing up here?

I never told you. But as a child, when I was upset,

I'd sit up here in the dark till I felt better.

You're so odd! In the lift?

Let's go down.

You never had a lover all these years?

Delia! What are you saying?

Has there been anyone since you left father?

No.

You've got a lover.

Give me your hand. Touch here.

Get out!

Delia, sweetheart, why are you crying?

See? That's your father.

I'm not Amalia. Who are you?

"I'm not Amalia."

Bring down the dirty laundry like you promised.

I left your suitcase downstairs.

Amalia is dead.

- Who are you? - I'm Caserta.

I'm Delia.

Where shall I leave it?

Behind the gate, under the lift.

- Do you have anything of hers? - No, you have something of mine.

Come up, we'll talk, and you take what you want.

Hello?

Hello, Uncle.

Aren't you at school?

- It starts on Monday. - Oh, on Monday.

- Where's your husband? - He'll be right back.

Give him the photos. He must do the portraits tonight.

Those American girls are so beautiful!

I don't know if he can.

This is money! Caserta made the deal!

The boat sails tonight. The sailors are leaving.

All right, I'll tell him.

- Good, Amalia. See you later. - Good day.

What’s this? A gypsy?

She's beautiful.

That's Mama.

Come here.

That woman isn't your mother. Don't ever say that again.

Wait!

What's going on? You've been moving about all night!

I'm sorry if I've disturbed you.

I sleep poorly as it is, but with all that noise...

You're right, but I can't sleep.

The first night, they're still present...

I dreamt that the man was on the landing.

What man?

The one who used to visit my mother.

- He wasn't her brother. - So, who was he?

I don't know.

He seemed very respectable.

He put Amalia in a good mood.

He'd bring her cream puffs and flowers.

They would talk and laugh.

Most of all, she laughed. You could hear her laugh... down the hall.

Where's the harm in that? Laughing's good.

What did they talk about?

None of my business.

- She must have talked about him. - Only once.

She told me she'd known him for 50 years.

He was like a relative.

Don't you know him? Tall, with white hair.

- Do you know his name? - She never told me.

Amalia acted of her own free will.

One day, she was all chat and the next she'd ignore me.

I have to say this. You couldn't trust your mother.

- Why? - She could behave badly.

One day, I met the gentleman. He bowed to me as he passed.

And she went and insulted me!

- Good day. - Slut!

Maybe you misunderstood.

I understood, all right!

Recently, she began to swear, even when she was alone.

Then she'd laugh.

Strange, she never swore.

Oh, yes, she did.

At her age, one should have a little dignity.

That's true.

I can't go back to sleep now.

Well, I'm going to try to sleep a little.

Just like Amalia!

You're a ghost.

I don't look like you.

You look good.

Of the three, you're most like your mother.

I've got fresh bread. Want to dunk some in your coffee?

- You'd rather have biscuits? - No, bread.

- You look good too. - I've always been full of life.

No money? No money.

No arm? No arm.

No woman? No woman.

Mouth and legs are what count,

to say what you want and to go where you want.

- Am I right? - You're right.

Your mother was the same. Our kind doesn't give up.

She hurt herself once

when the sewing machine needle went through her fingernail.

She just bandaged her finger and went right back to work.

What a woman your mother was.

I loved her. She was always happy.

I used to visit her often.

We even argued at times.

Want some jam? It's good.

Take the mold off the top. It's delicious underneath.

So stubborn. No one could get her to change her mind.

You could tell her mood from daybreak.

Amalia never thinks of consequences.

One day, she got up and left with the three of you!

She left the family home,

dumping your poor father like a piece of shit.

How could she do that?

Caserta called last night.

At Amalia's? I'm a damned fool for not killing him!

- What did he want? - To talk to Mama. He hung up.

He's crazy. He was at the funeral.

Caserta is dishonest, always staring at Amalia!

He's hassled so many women, he's the one who should have drowned.

But she used to accept him, never sent him packing.

She wouldn't get rid of him!

She took his gifts, the fruit, a book, cream puffs.

Fuck, he exasperated your father!

Enough, Uncle, I don't want to hear any more.

How often did you see Mama beaten and slapped by father?

You never once helped her. And you still defended him!

She needed to help herself!

Not look to Caserta for help!

You've always hated him!

You were jealous because he found food for you after the war.

What do you know?

And who sold the paintings? Did you?

- Look, Amalia. - Delia!

Delia. Remember the portrait of the gypsy?

Of course.

That's when Caserta and Amalia got caught out.

What do you mean?

The gypsy was spotted by a guy who controlled street vendors.

What was his name? Migliaro.

They said the portrait sold well. Even the doctors had bought it,

and they made a fortune off it, a lot more than what Caserta brought in!

- That's when Amalia interfered. - She was right.

She didn't want the gypsy sold at the markets.

Your mother didn't want Caserta to dump your father.

You understand? Your father has always been jealous.

That time he beat her, he was right!

Right, because it was none of her business!

But Amalia never thinks of the consequences!

Is this your shirt?

No, I've never owned one like this.

- Where did you find it? - Never mind.

What "never mind"?

- It was with the dirty laundry. - See what a bitch she is!

Whose shirt is it? It's like the story of the dress.

A dress pops up.

No one knows who it's for. But your mother wore it, remember?

No one remembers.

What became of Caserta after that business?

He got what he deserved.

When you told your father that thing,

he fetched me, and we went over to his house.

If he'd made a move, we'd have really killed him.

Why? What did I tell him?

You don't remember?

Caserta sold the bar and left the neighborhood.

I heard later that he was dealing stolen medical supplies.

Business was good, and he was able to buy a prints hop.

Then the shop caught fire, and he lived off the insurance money.

That was the last I heard.

What was his first name? It's a popular name.

Don't try to find him.

Not him, his son, Antonio. We used to play together.

No, you want Caserta.

Okay, I'll ask my father.

You’re doing this on purpose. His name was Nicola.

But he won't be in the phone book. Caserta was a nickname.

I've forgotten his surname. Really, I have.

Go back to Bologna and forget all this.

If you go to see your father, don't mention the shirt.

Even now, he could kill Amalia for that kind of thing.

He can't hurt her anymore.

A little more coffee?

Why are you going to Vomero?

- To buy something at Vossi's. - The lingerie place?

Do you have to go so far?

Well, it's an old place with some fine things...

- Good-bye, Uncle. - Take care.

I'm going too. There's a seat. Sit down.

- No, I'd rather stand. - Sit down!

Let the lady through.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!

- Can't you see I'm sitting down? - So what?

Look, he's an old man!

Stand up, God damn it!

Oh, modern manners!

What a pretty child!

It's all changed here.

Where's that painting father liked?

The one in the window? He painted it.

He didn't. He just bragged that he did.

- Can you wait out here? - I'll be at the corner.

Hurry up.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

- Is this the Vossi sisters' shop? - Yes. Can I help?

- Could I speak to them? - The Vossis aren't here anymore.

- Are they dead? - They retired, I think.

- Did they sell the shop? - They sold everything.

There are the new owners.

- Are you an old customer? - No, my mother was.

I think she bought this here.

It is from here.

My mother's over 60. This doesn't suit her.

It was... a gift for me.

The dress is too small, and the panties too. Could I...

Do you have the receipt?

No, but they must have come from here.

- Don't you remember my mother? - We see so many customers.

Anyway, she's an elderly lady, with an old-fashioned hairstyle.

She probably came in with a tall man with white hair.

Surely you remember them.

We see so many people here!

Come and try it on.

- Could I see that gentleman? - Come on.

You can exchange the panties if you want. We'll give you a discount.

See? It's too tight, and too revealing here.

- No, it suits you. - It really suits you.

- That's the way it's cut. - My mother chose it and...

She chose well. If you stand up straight... See?

She's hasn't got the receipt.

Could I ask you something?

Do you know this lady?

We can't afford to waste time here!

- I just asked... - We don't exchange goods!

- I asked... - What do you want? To make fools of us?

Tell the guy who sent you to get the refund himself.

My clothes!

Here's my card with my name, address and number!

Give it to the guy who sent you. Now get out!

Well?

Doesn't it suit me?

We buried your mother yesterday!

I was depressed. I treated myself.

You women get depressed too easily! Come on. It's going to rain.

Call this spring!

Run, it's closing!

Damn funiculars!

They closed them for so long to do work and steal our money!

- They deserve the death penalty. - That's what I say!

Damn your forefathers.

Excuse me, let me through!

Out of the way!

Stop!

Come here. I'll dry you off!

Asshole!

I've been looking for you for over ten days! You're crazy!

You're Delia?

Do you know who I am?

I'm Antonio.

Antonio Polledro.

Caserta's son.

I'm Antonio.

Look at these tits.

At the shop... I've got so many problems.

Look at the state you're in. Come with me.

He's a strong old man, always out and about. I can't control him!

When he steals money from me, he disappears for months!

He bribed so many of my salesgirls! Did he hassle you too?

We're going to a reception, for the elections.

I have to see a friend.

We can eat there.

I've put everything into the shop.

I never get a moment's peace.

My father doesn't realize how big an investment I've made.

Last year was still risky but the economy's dead now...

and he still asks for money, threatening me over the phone.

What should I do? Kill him?

My father was in poor spirits until just recently.

Amalia was so kind and understanding.

I never expected that of her.

My father stole money from me to dress himself like a model

to impress your mother.

I don't care about the money.

What a pity, Delia!

Amalia shouldn't have ended up like that.

Drowning.

Such a shame.

Sorry I wasn’t at the funeral.

I didn't even send my condolences.

She was an amazing woman.

Did you know she was seeing my father?

Yes, I knew.

She'll need glasses.

Will she have to wear them all the time?

Yes, or it will get worse.

How sad. She was such a pretty little thing!

I haven't seen my three children for a year.

My marriage didn't work out.

What a life.

What about you?

- Are you married? Any children? - No, I live alone.

Free and independent. Lucky you!

Come, come!

Antonio, take care.

- Isn't there anyone here? - My grandfather.

Hello, Delia.

Caserta?

- What did he do? - He tried to kiss me.

What? With his tongue?

- Did Moffa get here yet? - Ages ago.

- So what do I do now? - Wait till the end of the meal.

- Get me a seat at his table. - You're crazy.

At his table, he's got d'Avanzo, two politicians,

a few professors and all their wives.

There's no room for you.

Delia, go and freshen up while I get a table.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Moffa.

I'm Antonio Polledro.

Mr. Moffa, Mr. Polledro wants to see you.

Not right now.

Come over here, please.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

Hello, and thank you all for coming.

I wanted to meet you on the Gulf of Pozzuoli

because, among all the plans...

Delia, have you dozed off? Break the pasta.

Where are you going now?

To pick up some embroidery.

Hurry up.

You hurry! Dad'll be home to eat soon.

My fingers hurt!

I'm going!

When you come back, I'll kill you!

"Happy Birthday, Delia. Your mother."

There's only one way to obtain the gentrification of these districts:

Tourism!

It's intolerable that Coroglio, Nisida and Bagnoli should be industrial zones.

I consider that all high-risk industries

should be relocated.

Let's go. I can't see Moffa for an hour.

You know what? We'll have a sauna to wind down.

- What about swimsuits? - We'll borrow them.

You have to give it all back. Dress, panties and negligee.

They're mine. My mother gave them to me.

Yours! My father took them from the shop.

Why? Did he choose them?

Who else?

I'll just keep the dress then. I can return the rest.

These people won’t give me any money and now demand back what they advanced me.

Remember the bakery in Gianturco? It's a rat-hole now.

My father got a camp bed and went to sleep there. He's crazy!

Know what he did?

He told Moffa that he was onto some business deal or other,

and Moffa gave him money.

He blew the money, and now Moffa wants me to pay up.

I don't have it, and they'll end up taking my shop.

Antonio, I'm not your wife. Don't tell me your problems.

What's wrong?

Why did you come to the shop?

I didn't even know who you were.

So why the big act with the dress and panties?

I was looking for your father.

I have to know what happened to my mother before she died.

You're sick.

What do they do in the cellar?

They get on the bed! They kiss!

He says: "Come here and put it in your mouth."

You heard those words? Are you sure?

Yes!

What have you done, bitch?

Who sent you these? Who?

You filthy slut, in front of the kid!

The kid told me everything.

What kid?

- You shit! - Asshole!

Get back here! I'm going to kill you!

He's done nothing.

Get out! I never want to see you again. Is that clear?

Papa!

- You've got to get out of here. - You, come here.

- I'll drop your son! - No!

I'll drop him!

- Hello, Delia. - Hello, Mrs. De Riso.

Would you like some cherries?

- Please. Come round here. - No, you come.

After the first night, ghosts start obeying us.

-May 17 -Come on in.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Delicious.

- Where are your glasses? - They're broken.

It's okay. I can still see.

You look nice in that dress.

I told Amalia it would suit you.

You've seen it before?

Yes, Amalia liked it a lot.

She spread her lingerie on the table. She held the dress up and said:

"This will suit Delia!"

She was pleased because it was a bargain.

Why?

Her friend, the elegant man, had suggested a swap:

her old lingerie for new lingerie.

He said it was to design a new collection

based on models from the old days.

I told her to be careful:

Respectable or not, rich or poor, young or old, you can never tell with men.

But she was so happy.

Perhaps he just wanted to give her a present.

Perhaps.

But it was your father who got me suspicious.

What's it to do with my father?

He was worried when I saw him.

He wanted to know if Amalia was acting strangely.

He was kind and distraught.

He came back and beat her?

The next morning, he threatened her. He said: "I'll kill you!"

He said some ugly things to her.

- When was this? - About ten days ago.

Had she already received the dress and the lingerie?

Yes.

- Was she happy? - Yes, I told you.

- What happened then? - Nothing.

She forgot everything, but your father was as white as a fish in flour.

She, was as usual.

She said: "He's like that, and even age hasn't changed him."

I didn’t like it at all.

And on the way to the train, I told her to be careful.

She seemed calm,

and then, in the compartment, she started laughing,

fanning herself with her skirt.

What's so strange?

It's not done!

Does this suit me?

- Yes. - I know.

- Come, come, come, stop. - No, no!

See? You're very pretty!

But no!

Ah, you're so cute!

You're the one who told my father everything, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

- You spied on them! - Not on my life!

You did it to hear him shout and slam doors.

That's not true! Wherever did you get such an idea?

Hello?

Don't go. Have some cherries.

Are you angry with me?

That dress you're wearing, where did you get it from?

It was in the lost suitcase. Where did you get it?

It's filthy.

Oh, God.

Hello, who is it?

Oh, so you're home?

Oh, it's you. I just got in. I was going to bed.

- Have you got my clothes? - Yes.

I met Caseria.

We talked, without fighting.

Amalia's dead now, and we're old.

- What did he tell you? - A lot of things.

His son has thrown him out and taken all his money.

Only Amalia treated him well.

Now he lives alone, like a vagabond.

Even old men like Caserta don't deserve that.

So, Caserta's a decent man now too?

He is a decent man!

When you reach a certain age,

you have to make peace with your fellow man.

And Caserta is my fellow man!

- Even if he's a shit. - Of course.

- I'm here. - Tell me.

Did he and Amalia ever have an affair?

- Maybe. - Why did you say those things?

- Why did you all believe me? - You were six or seven!

Exactly.

Delia, go back home, forget all this.

See a doctor!

Your clothes!

Ah, screw you!

- Father? - Who is it?

Delia.

- You've gotten old. - I'm not staying.

- I want to know about Mama. - She's dead.

- She died before me. - She killed herself.

She went swimming at night, like a young girl.

- Why weren't you at her funeral? - When you're dead, you're dead.

No, you should have come.

Will you come to mine?

No.

You won't come because you'll die before I do!

You're a whore like her. You abandoned me like an animal!

You tormented her to the end! Why did you go to her house?

I followed them for a week.

Caserta called for her every evening.

She put those rags on as if she were a lady.

Then she'd put on her usual airs for a man.

Her voice just so, her hand just so, her head just so...

Her hips just so.

You humiliated her as usual.

I told her I'd had enough of living alone.

Did you want her back?

I have a lot of money.

I told her.

I've always worked.

I've ruined my life at it to give you a better life than mine.

What am I going to do with all this money?

- What's this? - What do you mean? It's mine.

Caserta must have given it to you.

He came, he brought you this gift, and you took it.

Of course, Caserta's a fellow man now that he's old.

I thought it was Mrs. De Riso.

What do you want?

He told you he was seeing Mama again, right?

You loved to hear that!

You could start spying on each other, threatening each other.

You bitch.

You can talk. You made up that story about her and Caserta!

- Remember what you said? - No!

Yes!

Yes. I told a lie.

But you believed me right away.

You'd beat her if she greeted a man in the street!

You made me believe she was a whore!

If she wasn't, why did she keep Caserta's gifts?

She'd put the flowers in a vase.

Put on the dress and go out and then get a beating.

I couldn't trust her.

You take Caserta's gifts too.

It wasn’t a gift. I painted it!

- You were never that good. - When I was younger.

The Vossi sisters bought it before I was 20.

- I'm leaving. - Wait.

I won't bother you. We can live together.

What sort of work do you do?

Comic strips.

Does it pay well?

I don't need much to live.

I have a lot of money.

Good-bye, Father.

You're old too! Take that dress off! You look disgusting!

Have you got any matches?

- Keep them. - Thanks.

You shouldn't walk around here alone. There are nasty people.

Anybody here?

"2 single rooms"

"2 seafood pastas, 2 fried fish entrees, 2 sides, 2 fruit."

Caserta?

"Put it in your mouth. Put it in your mouth."

Mama, I never saw you here!

Amalia.

What are you doing here?

Are you crazy?

Delia, some guy...

He wants to wrap me in a carpet and take me away!

You're no prize!

Dumbo has spoken!

Your ears stick out!

Go ahead, laugh.

Shave before you go back to the barracks.

If not, two days punishment!

Is that an expired document?

What's your name?

Amalia.

Amalia, would you like some beer?

Thank you.