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"The Two Lives of Mattia Pascal"

PART I

Did you bring it?

Yes, but I had to wait until my aunt left the house...

Otherwise, imagine the scene.

Now you'll witness a slaughter!

There isn't a single one left in my aunt's house. It's amazing!

Alright... Look!

The way he moves, it means he smelled them.

Who's moving? He looks dead.

First he must adapt to the surroundings.

- Then he feels the scent and then... - What can he feel?

He's not doing anything, can't you see?

Be patient, Pellegrinoto. They're cats, not Christians.

- May I come in? - Come, Maria, come...

Mrs. Romilda excuses herself...

Fresh cookies out of the oven. They are still very hot.

Not enough sugar and too much yeast.

But I'm talking to the wall!

To whom must I speak? This is the second time...

Tell Romilda not to worry about the cookies...

...especially if she can't calculate the measures.

She needs to put olive oil...

...which makes them softer and crisp at the same time.

- I'll tell her. - Tell her, tell her.

Go on, take it...

He does not like it either.

If he won't eat that biscuit, what'll he do with mice?

- How old is he? - The same as you.

If you don't want him...

...let's set the traps.

I can't look at the mice in the traps, you know that. It disgusts me.

Only women are afraid of mice.

I said they disgust me, They don't frighten me.

It's the same thing.

- Where did you put them? - What?

- Mousetraps. -I don't remember.

- They're not here. - And where are they?

Behind the partition of the 1930s section.

So you really want to put all those traps?

I need to do something.

Here, time stands still...

...and no one comes.

A lot of ignorants in this town.

Then, why won't you listen to me?

Why won't you take my advice? Why won't you write?

If I had a story like yours to tell...

I would do it immediately.

What do you want me to write about? After all, I am not a writer.

What does it matter?

Just write it down in same marvelous way you told that story to me...

...and then, if necessary, we'll retouch it a little.

And who would be interested in my story?

That's what you think! It sounds like a tale by Boccaccio, Bandello...

...with intrigues involving women, children, fights with children...

...money that's lost, found, and lost again...

Presumed dead, dead bodies resurrected...

You see? Write it also to leave a testimony!

If it does not work out, throw it away.

But... what if you do it right?

I would not even know where to start.

If you ask me...

...the death of your poor father...

...was when all your problems started.

Yes, exactly then.

I remember the funeral on that morning.

A north-westerly wind was blowing...!

"A north-westerly wind..." That's a beautiful beginning.

No, no! Shall we start a novel with a funeral?

Why not?... Wasn't that done before?

If you want me to, I can quote you at least 100 classic novels...

I don't care. I don't like it.

Then skip it. Start when you were going back home...

That's better.

Therefore, we were all freezing.

My mother was walking along with Aunt Scolastica...

...who had completely taken care of the situation...

...because my poor mother...

...had dedicated her whole life to my father...

...and my brother Berto and me...

...and since she was left alone, she felt lost in the world.

- And you? Where were you? - Ah, yes... I was there, of course.

My brother Berto was traveling with his wife on the day of the tragedy...

...and could not return in time for the funeral.

Closest friends accompanied us home...

Giambattista Malagna with his wife Cesarina...

No, what am I saying? Cesarina had been dead for over a year...

...when my father had the heart attack.

It was only him - Malagna, the administrator of our house.

And the Pominos: father and son, of course.

No, thank you.

Miss Scolastica, Mr. Malagna...

She does not want anything today. She hasn't eaten since yesterday.

Never mind. It's all good, Thank you. You can go.

My dear friends...

the pain is great...

...but even bigger is my concern.

I feel the duty to warn you, now and in the presence of witnesses...

...that we are facing difficult times.

Inheritance taxes are what they are...

...and they can not be avoided.

Between the groves, greenhouses, Monticchio property...

...this house and Zoagli's house they will be very high.

Moreover, our dearly departed...

...always insisted to defend his olive groves...

...even when I have begged him to leave them...

...and transform them into greenhouses with mimosas and Brazilian orchids.

Even the peasants do that now.

Olive groves are part of our landscape...

The Mediterranean. They're on our picture postcards...

They also reduce the effect of heat, cold, thunderstorms.

I don't deny that, but 20 years ago a liter of olive oil...

was as valuable as a kilo of Parmesan...

and now costs only a third of that. The olive trees are not profitable.

It takes 50 years to produce.

It requires a lot of faith in the future and many years to give some profit.

And laborers that cost 60 thousand lire per day.

Is there a window that closes properly in this house?

And God forbid...

that, at this time, we don't mention...

the irregularities concerning the administration of the dearly departed.

I've always been close to him...

and this has been the reason of continuing arguments between the two of us.

In my opinion, everything should be made in accordance with the law.

Income statement, tax payment, etc..

But he, unfortunately, never wanted to hear...

How's that possible? He was the manager and now he comes to tell us...

...that it's all that poor man's fault, now that he can't defend himself.

Don't forget that Malagna is mafia.

He came from Tor Annunziata, south of Naples...

...to speculate with the emigrants in the 60's.

He took advantage of the poor who came from the South to seek work up north.

That's how he made his fortune.

When he came here he was just a dirty beggar.

Where'd he get the money to clean himself up? Where?

We all know he's a thief. Everyone knows it.

And you left all the administration papers in his hands!

What could I do? He did everything for our father!

Only in recent times...

...when your father was weakened after the first stroke.

But Dad never wanted me to occupy myself with his work.

That's true and he made a terrible mistake.

However, if you need someone to take care of your business...

tell your mother to marry with Gerolamo Pomino.

- What should I do? - Marry Gerolamo Pomino.

Twenty years ago he wanted to marry me...

I'm sure today he would be willing to ask...

Are you crazy, Aunt Scolastica?

To tell mom such things in a time like this.

- Exactly! - Mom! Mom!

Oh, Berto! Is that you?

- My Berto. - Hi, Mom.

- Hello, Berto. - Hello, Mattia. How are you, Aunt?

We've tried everything. Laura will tell you...

...but we couldn't make it. You'll read all about it in the newspapers.

Why? Is it the fault of the newspapers?

- Let him tell you... - Go ahead, Laura.

There was a big strike.

We arrived in Genoa just two hours ago.

Then we got into the car immediately. We didn't even change.

Want something to eat? There's some chicken.

No, thanks. I'm still very upset...

I can't eat anything.

Mama, how did it happen?

Who could have imagined it? Poor dad...

Poor you! Berto...

These two - your mother and your brother...

...left everything to that thief Malagna!

Even the key to the safe.

Can you hear the hole? He's a mole.

Malagna is a mole that will dig a hole under your feet without you realizing it.

Remember what I just said. I'm leaving now.

Stop! Stop!

Where are you going? Mattia, accompany the aunt.

-What, now? - Don't move! I don't need anyone.

Mom, she's crazy.

Anyway, Malagna says there are large irregularities...

...in the business accounts.

If he said that, it must be true.

Anyway, we have requested a report detailing the whole situation...

Then I will intervene and take the reins in my hands.

But if I remember correctly...

...there is only a mortgage on the Monticchio property.

The greenhouses should be enough to comfortably feed...

...all of you, without any problem.

- Hopefully. - As for us, Laura and I...

...are willing to give up the inheritance...

Officially in court, naturally. We would be satisfied with the silverware.

And if Mom wants to give Laura...

...some of the jewels that Dad gave to her...

...Laura would appreciate such a loving gesture.

Take them all! I won't use them again.

Mattia will never marry. Isn't that right, Mattia?

Very well.

It is unfortunate that you can't stay until tomorrow.

Mom will be upset.

But now isn't the time to wake her up...

...since she just fell asleep. We'll return soon.

We'll be finished in about three weeks, understand?

I wanted to come running here, but tomorrow morning...

I have an important meeting I can not miss.

Okay, okay...

I work hard, you know? Now it's up to you.

Aunt Scolastica is hysterical...

...but she's right about Malagna. Keep your eye on him.

Yes, I won't forget about him for a moment.

Also, I want to talk with the estate managers.

It should be clear that all the accounts must be controlled by me.

Yes, bravo. That's very good.

- Goodbye, then. - Goodbye.

Ciao, Mattia, see you soon. Send our regards to Mom.

Those pines mark the limit...

- Larches. -Yes, larches...

Finally, the limit is...

..between the vineyards and all the greenhouses of flowers.

Asparagus. Can't you see? They are asparagus.

Of course, asparagus. Anyway...

Here are also the carnation plantations.

Carnation production has also declined. No profit.

They used to perfume the coast, but they require lots of manual work...

...and carry many diseases.

They should be placed inside greenhouses too.

Less scent, but more money.

- Who takes care of them? - Pietro Salvoni.

And by Pietro Salvoni I mean his entire family,...

Father, brothers, wife, children.

They all work for us.

- For you. - Yes, of course.

If I remember correctly, the last time you were here was 10 years ago.

No! I've been here many times!

I know Pietro very well, his wife...

- The kids... - Kids?

Good morning. Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning, Pietro. - I felt it would happen.

He told me he didn't feel well last Saturday.

I even told my daughter, "Mr. Pascal doesn't look very well."

- The heart does not forgive. - Thank you.

- Good morning. - Isn't that right, Oliva?

You remember what I told you? My daughter.

We know each other...

She's grown!

Fortunate thing in this tragedy is that...

Mattia looks like a different man.

He, who never rose before noon...

...got on his feet this morning at 9:00.

Tramontana must have badly damaged the olive grove.

And he's always there.

He doesn't think of anything else except collecting the olives.

Just one olive, you fool!

Just a single olive! Pietro Salvoni's daughter!

Her name is Oliva and she's 22...

Mattia is following her like a dog.

- What are you talking about? - I talk and I know!

Everyone in town knows.

- Really? - Yes!

Oliva was a gorgeous girl...

instinctively intelligent...

with fierce honesty...

and aware that she'd be hurt if she surrendered herself.

This conscience...

took away all the banal shyness and false modesty...

which made her free and daring.

- Need a hand? - Of course!

- And what will you give me? - "24 000 kisses".

Come help me with this...

Damn it!

That's right! Down there!

One bag on every second tree, as I'm doing.

But why do you persist with this olives when they're not worth it?

Because they at least give us oil for the house.

And 60,000 lire a day I give to the workers? Who gives them to me?!

It's not nice to court a daughter of an employee.

People talk and the poor girl gets a bad reputation.

What are you saying, mom? What bad reputation?

What world do you live in?

I am the only one who can be affected.

My God, maybe it's a bit short.

It should end down here.

Make me a red one...

- Like this, like the belt. - Red? With mourning clothes?

No matter the mourning! I don't wear them anymore.

Only you, Mom!

No!

Will you stay calm?

You know that I'm the boss?

If I want to I can kick you out and your whole family!

Yeah, right. We depend on Mr. Malagna. It is he who pays.

If I want, I can kick him out as well.

- Seriously? - Yes.

Okay, then.

Look! A frog!

Yuck! It looks like Malagna!

How much would it cost to install greenhouses...

...with roses, carnations and Brazilian orchids?

A lot in these times.

Once, I advised your father that with 10 million...

... we could construct grenhouses with thermostat...

...and automatic glass roofs...

...to maintain the temperature at desirable levels.

With boilers, humidifiers...

and plastic covering.

But he preferred to leave the money in the bank!

And so today we are where we are.

The mortgage on the villa has already been taken...

...and I oppose getting other debts.

And as for inheritance taxes...

...selling of Monticchio estate is not enough...

I thought about the greenhouses and carnations.

But then we have to pay...

...all the contributions we need to pay to Salvoni...

Many insurances and settlements. A huge number!

So...

I proposed to Salvoni the payment of the debt in installments.

...and as adjustment...

...handover of the farmhouse where you live and a piece of the surrounding land.

And...You think they'll accept?

I think so. The Salvoni are good people.

Attached to this land, honest and hard working.

- He and his sons. - Yes, good, honest.

Especially this girl, what's her name? Oliva!

Smart, strong and very industrious.

I'm glad to hear you think so...

...because soon she'll be my wife.

What?

Yes, we will be married on the first Friday of next month.

Wait!

Wait!

How?

You told me he disgusts you like a toad...

And now you'll marry him? Say it's not true!

But it is true!

Why? It is not possible! Why didn't you tell me before?

What do you care? You never said you wanted to marry me.

Because... I don't know...

I thought there was a huge age difference betwen us.

- But he is old like me! - And you said...

...he's the one who arranged everything for my family...

-...the house, greenhouse, the land. - All at my expense!

He's the one who arranged it and we're all happy.

I don't think you'd be able to do it.

And you're not ashamed to sell yourself...

...to a thief?

- Now let me go! They're expecting me. - No, you don't move until I say so!

Stop!

Damn!

On November 4th of that year they were married.

As for me, hoping to provoke Oliva...

...to have feelings of regret or jealousy...

...together with my friend Pomino...

...and two prostitutes brought from Spezia...

I sat in the "Vittoria" bar situated in front of the church.

- Look at that couple. - She's a bitch!

- Congratulations, newlyweds!

Bring some sparkling wine. Hurry!

Tell me what are we doing here in this cold?

A toast!

I would prefer a hot punch.

Screw the punch! Sparkling wine!

Congratulations.

Greetings to the newlyweds!

Damn it! How much I like her!

- She's a bitch! - No, she's amazing!

I said she's a pig!

No! I don't mean Oliva. What do I care?

I'm talking about that one, see? The one in the red dress, behind the newlyweds.

Nobody knows who she is.

She arrived one week with her mother.

Must be a relative of Malagna...

...because she settled in one of his houses...

What do I care about that one?

Come on, now! Laugh! Happy! Happy!

Congratulations! Come on! Toast!

- Cheers. - Greetings.

The failure of my adventure with Oliva...

...left a bitter taste in my mouth. So much that I decided to leave...

...for two months to someplace fun.

There I met a French girl, a bit tiresome, but very pretty.

I followed her to Paris and later in Tunisia.

I went back to town only when that bastard Malagna...

-...who ruined my life... - Wait! Use less vulgar terms.

Sorry. But it's true! Because of him...

...things went the way they did, right?

Okay, we'll fix it later...or not. Continue.

I returned only when that son of a bitch Malagna,...

...the bane of my life...

...telegraphed me saying he could not send me more money.

Meanwhile, the spring had arrived.

He came almost every day, Always complaining.

Once, he needed money so he could send it to you...

Another time, he took the mortgage out on a chicken coop...

...to pay the loan sharks.

- But... - Again...

What? Chicken coop, too?

Olive harvest was bad...

Carnations prices fell...

In short, I'll tell you that each day brought a new trouble.

And then his personal issues.

Diabetes obliged him to go on a diet...

- The wife, with whom he argues. - The wife?

Why? Mama, tell me.

They say he abuses her because she hasn't gotten pregnant yet.

I say it is necessary to give it time.

There's been cases of children...

...born 15 years after marriage.

And you want them to wait 15 years?

If he doesn't work well now, it'll never work.

Mattia!

I always said that marriage was disgusting. I'm happy.

You've done very well, Mom.

Bravo.

But everyone knows she's being abused.

He even accused her of cheating on him.

He married her just so she'd have his children.

If not, he'd have let her stay a peasant. Don't you think?

He's doing fine. Her too!

But there's more...

You remember that girl I liked so much?

No.

I showed her to you on the day of Malagna wedding...

She had a red dress and came with her mother...

...who looks like a big bird with mean eyes...

So what?

The old lady is Malagna's cousin...

They're from the same town.

They are doing domestic work, they even clean our house.

Well, this cousin, several years ago...

...emigrated to Argentina with her husband...

...who then went missing. She says he's "desaparecido".

Meaning those who are caught by the police and never heard from again.

But this one is missing...

because he disappeared with another woman...

leaving his wife without a lire.

- So she returned here. - Bravo.

But Malagna had just married Oliva...

...and could not deal with this situation at first.

I mean, supporting two relatives...

...who came out of nowhere... It's difficult, right?

However, as time went by...

...he started to spend afternoons at their house...

...bringing many gifts, without anyone knowing.

Okay! So he's interested in the mother.

What mother! He wants her daughter. That pig...

- Malagna? - Yes.

First Oliva and now...?

- It's not possible! - I swear it's true!

Damn!

Family, yes, but they arrived with a totally different purpose.

I know because I've seen them arrive in Miragno.

I went shopping to Genoa and we were on the same train.

Malagna was in the station waiting.

The older one after showing him to the daughter...

said all excited,...

"That one! He's not old, you see?

He's a great man, I tell you!"

When they met she hugged Malagna and called him...

'my holy savior'.

After that she pointed to Romilda...

"This is my dove", she said as an introduction.

Malagna turned to call Oliva, who was waiting around...

looking at the front pages of newspapers, shown at the kiosk.

I present to you my fiance.

We're getting married in a week.

The old lady and her daughter suddenly changed the facial expression and attitude.

Now I remember, Romilda laughed. She laughed very hard.

But the mother seemed thunderstruck. It is no exaggeration.

This is an episode that I must not forget to include.

Anyway, you are the only person...

who can find out how things really are.

Because the townsfolk have been asking the girl out, but she won't budge.

We have tried to speak to her twice, three times, even me...

But she does not respond and just leaves.

With you, it will be different.

You have a relationship with Malagna...

and you can use that...

to introduce yourself to the girl.

And when you've presented yourself...

- The first thing you do is introduce her to me. - We'll see...

Well, I'm a little better than Malagna, right?

You scoundrel!

Thanks, you're a true friend.

What time does the girl go out?

I don't know, no particular time.

You should go to her house and maybe she'll tell you.

This old one, where should we put it? In the kitchen or bedroom?

No, put it in the kitchen. The door! Go open.

Put it in the kitchen, so when we eat we can watch TV.

It's more comfortable, right?

I'm sorry. Is Malagna here?

- He's here. - Thank goodness.

Malagna!

- Malagna, thank God! - What happened?

- They say this bill is overdue! - What bill?

This!

No! Nonsense!

It was paid on time.

Can't you see the seal? - How is it possible?

My mother looked at it first, and then me. What a shock!

Trust me! Trust!

I apologize for the intrusion, I am really sorry.

I didn't want to bother you but understand that...

Want to introduce me?

My cousin, Mrs. Pescatore. Mr. Mattia Pascal.

My niece, Romilda.

- Nice to meet you, ma'am. - Likewise.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Pascal... the one from the villa?

Yes, ma'am.

Have you always lived in Miragno?

I'm from here.

After the death of my father I decided to stay here.

- Sorry. - Please.

Aren't you dying of boredom here?

Don't believe him, Romilda.

-He's been out of town all winter. - Really? And where?

Well, here and there, skiing, then in Africa.

Lucky you. If only you knew how much I hate being here!

But from here, in an hour's drive...

You can reach Lerici, San Remo. All beautiful places.

But I don't know anyone. With whom would I go?

The next time I go there on business, I'll take you.

Yes! Business!

I want to go out to have fun.

But, who'll take me?

I don't want you to go out with with those peasant bums.

I'm at disposition whenever you want...

Seriously? You'll really take me?

Of course, right now if you want.

We can stop at the bar and have a snack...

...and be back in time for dinner.

If the lady agrees.

Have you seen the face my uncle made?

Red as a poppy.

I cannot stand his visits any more.

Every day! Every single day!

He is very generous and kind, I don't deny it.

Had it not been for him, I don't know what would become of us.

The dream of my mother was that he adopt me...

because he has a lot of money.

But money is not everything in life, Miss Romilda.

Listen, don't call me Romilda and don't call me miss.

Miss isn't used anymore. And I don't like Romilda.

That's an odd name. Is it Argentinian?

It's just a stupid name.

Well, it's not that bad. Don't exaggerate!

Let's stop with that. Let's be on the first name terms.

My generation doesn't open up so easily.

Especially to a woman.

I have a friend, younger than me, making fun of me for it.

Perhaps you know him from view, his name is Mino Pomino.

His is one of the best families in the village.

- He's dying to see... - Stop!

The one with protruding ears...

...balding... with an air of...

It's him for sure.

Yes, he followed me a couple of times on the street.

I'm not interested.

How can you say that?

He's nice. He's fun.

I would like to introduce you...

We just met and you want to get rid of me?

Come on! I say this for you.

He's got a car, he can drive you around, take you to cinema, dancing...

And you can't?

Yes...

She is very nice.

And sociable.

Only when I said you wanted to introduce yourself...

- What did she say? - She said she does not like you.

- How? - Let me see...

She says you have protruding ears.

- Well, but... - For me it's just a pretext.

Must be a mother and uncle that are telling her what to do, you know?

Yes, her uncle, that pig!

No, I don't think so.

Besides, there is an age difference.

- Yes. - She is a young girl.

You know what we'll do?

I'll invite her to Galeone diner on Saturday evening.

She'll go with me.

You'll appear, as by chance...

around 22:30pm and that's how we'll get her.

At 22:00 o'clock I'll be there, okay?

Pomino at 22:30!

Okay, at 22:30 on the dot!

And change your clothes to something more cheerful, more youthful.

- I have a new suit, almost new. - Good.

Thank you, friend. Thank you very much.

- I'll spin around! - Go, go.

Very good.

- How was it? - Very well done.

You are very nice.

I told you I can't dance.

But now comes a dancer for you.

- What do you mean? - My friend, Pomino.

- He said he might be passing through. - Let's go.

No, but why?

Don't be so silly.

I did not invite him...

- We always get together and... - It's taken me half a day...

...to convince my uncle and my mother to let me go alone with you...

...and now this idiot is coming.

He's not an idiot, he's very smart...

...and also a young man.

Come on!

I don't care about the young.

I like men like you. Get it?

I've liked you since the first time...

...and I realized that you also like me. Or not?

- Yes, of course. - Look at me...

...and kiss me.

Let's get away from here.

- Are you crazy? - Traitor, liar, thief!

Listen to me! Listen!

- I saw you in the car! - You're asking me to do the impossible!

She doesn't like you. You disgust her.

You have protruding ears!

I'll give you protruding!

- There you go! - Fuck you!

Fuck you too!

And remember, you and me - WE'RE DONE!

Who cares!

We're not speaking anymore!

Thank goodness! About time!

Something simple or improvised will do, Mom.

It's a simple meeting. I'll just bring her here and present her.

What for?

I've been going out with this girl for a while now.

She's from a good family...

I thought it would be nice if you got to know her.

Plus, you know that saying "People talk".

A family girl... What a good family it is!

Yes, aunt, yes.

She's a girl who had no relations before me.

And so it seems fair to present her.

Is she pregnant?

My God! Mattia, is it true?

- Then you must marry! - No, Mom.

First of all, it's not certain.

And these days, a poor girl gets pregnant...

...and she must marry by force.

What poor girl? Then yes!

- And when do you want to invite her? - I don't know.

Anytime, next week.

- Friday. - Friday would be great.

I can make you some fish cakes.

Yes, yes! I like it. Very good.

I never thought you'd marry.

I was wrong to give all my jewelry to Berto.

Don't be hasty, Mom! Look, this Romilda...

...doesn't know that we're not as rich as before.

She's Malagna's niece. She must be well informed.

At least one ring. There's one left.

Don't worry.

- Then Friday it is. - Very good.

- Thank you. - Very good.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Good morning.

- I'm sorry... - Romilda left.

- Left? - Left.

With her uncle. To Genoa.

- And when will she be back? - Who knows?

She has gone to Genoa for a few days with her uncle to do some things.

Afterwards she'll visit some friends of ours in France.

And she hasn't said or left anything?

- To who? - Me.

Ah, yes.

She left this for you.

Dear Mattia...

...this is to ask you not to look for me anymore...

...and to never come over to my house again.

Our relationship is over for good.

Sorry, Pietro. I need some information.

- Ask away. - Do you know where Mr. Malagna...

is staying in Genoa?

- Why? - I need to talk to him urgently.

- At the hotel. - What hotel?

I do not know.

- What can I do to find him? - Try to call my daughter.

Ah! Oliva, right. Thank you.

- Where's Oliva? - Inside.

Oliva! Oliva!

Your husband, where can I find him?

I have to talk to him urgently!

He went to Genoa, with that pig niece of his...

For the act of separation; to demand the annulment.

- Annulment? What annulment? - Of our marriage.

Because he says it's my fault I'm not pregnant, that bastard!

Sorry, but if you can't have children...

...it must be proven first.

- Do you have a medical certificate? - I have no money.

With money you can buy anything you want, even the annulment.

Otherwise, he'd ask for a divorce.

To whom can I tell that it's his fault? That he's incapable...

And yet that pig of his niece is saying she's been pregnant for months...

- And he's tha father? - Who else?

Everyone knows that he was always at their house...

And her mother is a witness. So what can I do?

Wait!

Read.

Read this...

Tell me, how long has that niece been pregnant?

Two or three months, he says.

It's clear as the sun.

Don't come over to my house again. Our relationship is over for good.

- What relationship? - Mine with her.

It lasted 4 or 5 months.

That child is mine, understand? And that pig is trying to make you believe...

Give it to me. I'll show it to him.

He hit me when I said I doubted he's the father of Romilda's child.

And he did very well because you're stupid.

You mustn't deny anything, okay?

You must make him believe that he is a stallion.

And, of course, that he impregnated her.

The only way to screw both of them over...

is to get pregnant.

Understand?

Sure.

Mr. Mattia.

Sir...

Mr. Mattia.

Mr. Mattia.

Who is it?

What is it?

Mr. Malagna arrived with another woman...

and your mother is asking you to come down immediately.

- What time is it? - Past eleven.

What do they want at this hour?

Good morning.

What happened?

This is dishonorable! I demand compensation.

I warn you that I am capable of everything. Tribunals, scandals...

Your mother already knows everything.

Yes, yes, my son had informed me.

Me? When, mother?

Do not try to deny it. The entire town knows. You can't deny it.

No, I am not denying. Are you satisfied?

And how can I fix it? With a duel?

With compensation for damages? Or with public repentance?

- A marriage. - Marriage?

You've disgraced...

and ruined a poor orphan and a minor.

Ah, it's Romilda you're talking about...

Sorry, weren't you supposed to marry her?

Only out of pity. Poor little girl...

She came to me because she wanted an abortion...

and I didn't want to be an accessory to murder...

And since I don't have children, I proposed to take care of the child...

as if it were my own.

But then God finally gave me a consolation...

of having a legitimate child with my wife.

I cannot, because of my conscience...

be the father of the child that my niece will give birth to.

You must repair what you've done.

Mattia, Mr. Malagna is right.

What right? What?

I have to marry her?

After he has boasted to the world he got her pregnant.

And made me a cuckold.

But if there is a cuckold here...

it's definitely him.

Mattia, please don't insult him!

Out of here!

We'll talk again, Mr. Pascal.

- You will see that we'll talk soon. - Yes, we'll talk.

If it continues like this, this year we'll cover weddings, funerals...

...and first communions all the way to Savona.

Malagna!

Malagna, come immediately.

Where? What do you want?

Two gorillas are taking away all the furniture from my villa!

That happens when you don't pay the bills.

What bills?

I don't understand.

You are the administrator...

I didn't consider myself apt enough for your scene.

I thought I was abiding by your wishes.

But it was a misunderstanding.

We will fix everything.

Listen, I apologize, but come now...

...because they are taking everything.

For a very long time there was nothing to take, Mr. Pascal.

I have rescued those rotten ruins as much I could, but now...

However, there is always a place for you and your mother.

You know where.

Long live the newlyweds

So my revenge...

became a trap that ended up falling over me.

I had to resign to marry Romilda...

to give a roof to my mother and me...

and my first-born.

While Malagna had reconciled...

officially and triumphantly with pregnant Oliva.

He had accepted a bastard child...

by not having to admit his impotence to all.

He became the boss of the town and as every good Southerner...

he must show he's a rooster...

even though he's a capon.

Yeah, yeah, I agree on Malagna...

but you and Romilda were in love.

- Right? - Yes, yes.

Then why do you speak of that marriage...

...as a disgrace without precedent?

Like it's an actual death sentence?

You forget that through the deceptions of her mother...

Romilda managed to deceive me.

Yes, that's true.

It certainly was the mother who came up with all that.

Romilda could have refused...

even without your intervention.

Who can tell?

The fact is, and you're right about that...

...that she made that decision.

And one can't forget that very easily.

Or very quickly.

You can not stay in this house. Take your bag and come live with me.

I can't, because of Mattia.

- A toast to the health of the bride. - Where is she?

She's sick to her stomach.

- Mom. - Thank you.

- Aunt. - No. Not me.

Ruining my daughter wasn't enough...

You also had to mess up the life of this peasant bitch.

- Thank you. - Sure.

I feel so sick...

I can't stop laughing.

It happens.

Ma'am, please go to your room...

Don't come out until it's over.

Nor do anything that bothers me.

I'm not like you!

I'm used to work.

What about your son? Oh, there he is!

What are you doing? Waiting to get a job?

You hold on to what little was saved from the bankruptcy.

You come here like leeches...

Starving and homeless, that's what you are.

Good morning, Mr. Pascal.

- Hello. The usual. - Here.

Pomino!

Pomino!

- Pomino, listen. - Let me go!

Enough!

You should thank me and kiss the ground I walk on.

It could be you in my place. You ought to thank me.

- For having betrayed me? - No, for saving you from hell.

But... are things so bad?

I live with an old witch and a woman who only thinks about money.

If not for my mother...

I would have gone a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

- Let's have a drink. - No, I can't. I have to go.

I'm working with my father.

Listen, why don't you find a job for me, too?

I have almost nothing and a family on my shoulders.

You've been fooled by that bloodsucker Malagna, huh?

You know what my father said? Malagna bought all your stuff...

...under the name of some society.

Why did you let him take it?

How could I have known?

You know my father never let me do anything.

Then one thing leads to the other and ends like this.

Hey, there's a job opportunity. My father told me the other night.

- Seriousy? - Yes. At the Boccamazza library.

The librarian Pellegrinotto can't do everything alone.

My father says that the library is in a miserable state.

- You could take the position of assistant. - Of course!

Listen, but my father must tell it to your Aunt Scolastica.

It would make more sense, understand?

Still?

Come on.

This is how I became a part of the organism...

...known as City of Miragno, as an assistant librarian.

Are there ghosts in here?

Mice. Those are mice.

We must do something.

Bring cats, set mousetraps.

Don't forget that any extra expenditure...

...must be authorized by the Department.

First you must make the request in writing and after obtaining the consent...

...you can go and get the proper invoice.

All the while the mice will play.

What are you doing here, out in the cold?

Your mother asked me not to tell...

...but I'll tell you the same and I'll also tell Miss Scolastica.

Your mother cannot live here.

- Why? What happened? - Nothing happened.

What?! I came to say hello...

To see if she needed anything, if I could help.

And that witch threw us out. Me and her!

Saying that it we don't like it in her house...

...we can find another.

My God! Come on, Mom.

Let's put everything in order.

Good night.

Did you understand?

- Yes, of course. - Good night.

Well?

Who will answer it?

Hurry up, get dressed! You're coming with me.

You should have listened to me from the beginning. Come on!

I don't like being here. Will you hurry?

- Where's your bag? - Why do you want it?

Put this on.

Leave everything!

Come on. We're going.

At last! It was time.

The defense attorney arrived.

You think I'm afraid? You think...?

I'll kill her. I'll kill her! Where is she?

Look what she did!

Look what she did! Look!

- I feel bad. - Look what she did!

I feel bad!

My daughter, what do you feel? My God!

- A doctor. - What's the matter?

Call a doctor!

- She feels wrong. - I don't know...

You need to call the doctor! Why are you sitting down?

The doctor was not enough. We also had to call an ambulance...

...to take us to the hospital where my wife gave birth...

...prematurely... to a dead little girl...

I'm glad it all finished like this.

In the spring, my mother also died.

Like I said, she began to decline...

...after losing her husband.

Subsequent events did not help her...

...to recover her joy for living again.

I wanted the most beautiful coffin and a first-class funeral.

I bought it. Poor woman.

Thank you, aunt. That's very nice of you.

Yes?

Hello, Mattia. I did the impossible but I could not come.

- Yes, I understand. - I am truly devastated.

Do you need money for the funeral flowers?

Well, yes...

Okay, I will wire you the money tomorrow...

A million and a half. It should be sufficient.

I hope so.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

It was Berto. He said he can't come.

Did he say anything else?

Oh, yeah. He thanks you.

Romilda!

Hey, you, come here. Where are you?

- Come. - I'm here.

As I was telling Romilda.

Do you know how much your aunt spent...

for the funeral of your mother? 2 million! 2 million!

Could have been done for 100,000 lire by the city.

And you know why she did it? Out of spite!

To say: "Look!"

She left us nothing, She threw her money down the well.

No, no. She did it because she loved my mother...

-...who has always been a great lady. - Enough! Enough!

And according to you, we're beggars?

You should have seen the life we led while we were in Argentina!

Before my husband had the misfortune...

...to fall into the hands of the political police.

Ah, yes! 'El desaparecido'!

But everyone knows that he went with another woman...

...because he couldn't look at you anymore!

Bravo! Bravo for 'el desaparecido'!

Oh, how I understand him!

Bravo! Bravissimo! Because I also have just one wish.

To never see you again. Neither one of you!

My condolences, Mr. Mattia.

Thank you.

My condolences. The poor lady was so good.

And your father as well, Mr. Mattia.

I worked for many years for him. In the good times.

Yes, the good times. Good night.

Good times, yes.

Why have I resigned to live so miserably...

...without any hope for improvement?

Why did I accept to put up...

...with what I was enduring in my own house?

I'm supposed to go on like this for who knows how many years?

Life should be worth living.

Otherwise, it is better to die and finish it immediately.

To take the plunge...

...on a frosty night like this one is very hard.

Even for someone who is tired of life.

And already soaked.

I'd better throw myself under a train.

Suddenly, I stopped thinking about death.

What's the hurry, I thought...

When I still have the opportunity to move on.

Travel away, to other countries...

to other people, to other adventures.

At least while the money...

...that my brother sent for my Mom would last.

The money I took.

- Tickets, please. - Documents.

Documents.

Ah, yes. Where are we?

Ventimiglia, sir.

Ticket, please.

I had no time. I need to buy it.

I have to charge you from Pisa onwards. Where are you going?

What's the first stop?

Monte Carlo.

Very good. Monte Carlo it is.

- Sir, don't you have any luggage? - No. ..

I left everything in the deposit box at the station.

If you'd give me the receipt, I could go and get it.

No, no. I'll get it. Thank you.

Do you know that you're very lucky?

Fate brought you here and orders you...

...to enter and play on number eleven.

I appreciate that, but... I never played.

Why eleven?

- Didn't you notice? - No.

How fortunate! You never played in a casino?

No, I never thought about it.

Come, then!

Come on.

Eleven is the number on a truck that miraculously didn't hit you.

You mustn't miss this opportunity for any reason. Come!

END OF PART I

Subtitles by Ant123 for KG June 2016