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After having worked so hard on this earth,

now he will enjoy his well-deserved rest in Heaven.

"In coelo quies", as they say in Latin.

He doesn't care anymore about us miserable mortals.

Dear Friday, now you...

How can I say it? You don't care much about our tears.

But we can only cry over the emptiness, the void you left behind.

Especially the void you left in the bank.

Will we be able... Will I be able,

your modest successor as bank clerk,

to emulate your integrity?

I will try.

And now, dear Friday,

I will end my speech because time passes and...

You don't care anymore,

but we have to hurry, or we'll be late to the office.

Goodbye, Friday.

Goodbye forever.

- Is she the widow? - No, she's Mrs. Pfiffer.

- She does charity work. - So what does she care?

My God! Why did he die? He shouldn't have left us.

Come on, madam! You must accept it.

Accept it? How can one justify just a void?

It's 90 million!

Oh, no! What matters now is stalling for time.

Trust me. I've been in the bank 20 years.

Besides, you assured me the Finterra shares will rise, right?

His Excellency said it, not me.

He is convinced that they'll be worth double in 15 days.

But meanwhile, the new clerk could notice.

Madam, I assure you that the bank accounting

is so complicated that there's no risk of that.

Besides, I chose the new clerk myself.

There he is. Take a good look at him.

- Again, my condolences. - Robotti, come here!

- Yes, sir. - Mrs. Pfiffer wants to meet you.

As you know, she is one of our best customers.

I very much wanted to meet you, Mrs...

- Pfiffer. - Right! You are like a lighthouse

that poor people look at. - Thank you.

It's true. We can rest assured. He is just as you said.

- What did he say? - Nothing!

I appreciated your funeral speech. It was sincere.

Thanks. I love speaking at funerals, but I don't have many occasions.

If you should need me, I'm at your complete disposal.

- Thank you very much. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Good morning, sir.

Director!

- Who is it? - It's me, Robotti.

- I'm behind the books. - Robotti, what are you doing?

Excuse me. May I? I'll come out from behind.

Good morning. I was coming to see you, sir.

I wanted to say that I worked all night going over the books.

Why? What's gotten into you?

I arranged all of the financial statements.

There is no need to hurry.

Certain things should be done calmly.

I'll give you 15 days. No, a month.

- Two months, if you want. - Sir...

I have good news for you. I've finished.

- What? - I've finished.

Oh! Wonderful!

Since I am taking poor Friday's place,

I wanted to prove that I was capable.

Yes! Very good!

Well?

Sir, guess what I found?

What?

I found that there is a deficit.

If I may, I'd say...

a huge deficit.

It's not a good idea to blab around bank secrets!

- But sir, I don't... - Blab around!

- Thank you. - Come to my office to discuss this!

We'll fix this matter up right now.

- Come inside! - May I?

Hurry, and close the door.

- What? - Close the door!

I'm here, sir.

Not that way! Over here!

Here! Put them there.

Alright. Now let's clear up the situation.

Yes, sir. Let's clear it up.

So, in all, the bank is missing 90 million, 93 liras.

Do you realize what you're saying is very serious?

Don't you know that small savers

trust us?

- Of course! That is why... - It is our duty

not to frighten them.

We'll spread panic, if we say that 90 million are missing.

Plus 93 liras.

- You could have made a mistake. - No! No!

Why not? It can happen to anyone

to add or multiply incorrectly.

Yes, but it's a matter of subtraction here! Look.

Would you please check?

Excuse me. Here. You see?

I began with the year of the bank's foundation.

1763.

- Do you follow me? - Yes! Yes!

Here.

The balance statement was signed by the clerk at the time, Lapo Patacca.

It was 2,000 paoli and 4 baiocchi. I checked.

Then there was 1764. Later we'll do one year at a time.

If I may, we'll quickly go over it.

"Anno Domini 1795."

"Currency decrease and sudden rise of the carlino."

Read here, sir.

"The letters of credit were a swindle."

- Shall I continue? - Continue!

- Good morning. May I help you? - Isn't that short, dark haired clerk

here today? - No. For a promissory note deadline?

Yes, but it's not today. It expires tomorrow.

- I just wanted to talk to him. - What's with you and Robotti?

- Who is he? - You don't even know his name?

He is the clerk you are looking for.

He anxiously waits for you at every deadline.

- Really? I don't see him. - He was promoted to chief clerk.

I am in charge of promissory notes now.

If you want,

I can come home for deadline payments.

Thanks. Very kind of you.

But I like coming to the bank.

Since you are so kind, will you do me a favor?

Anything you want.

Alright. Tell your friend Robotti

to call me tonight at 10.

Oh! I almost forgot!

If you dare call me, I'll make such a scene

that they'll fire you. Understand?

There. Everything is clear up until 1847.

Then, because of the 1848 revolts,

there is some confusion. - Enough! Enough!

- You are causing confusion! - Me?

Yes! I am the bank director.

And I order you to be silent on this matter.

- And you must obey me. Understand? - Yes, but...

- Go now. - In 1848...

Alright. You pointed this out and I acknowledged it. That's all.

- Then... - I intend to deal with the solution.

I will do all the necessary investigation.

- Now leave. - You'll solve it?

You'll solve it and I will rest assured.

As long as someone takes care of it.

- It is something very important. - Yes, certainly. Go now!

- Will you keep the books? - Yes!

Excuse me. Thank you.

Fla... Flavia!

Will you call Mrs. Pfiffer, please?

Hey, chief clerk!

- The big blond came. - Which one?

Your love! The one who comes every 3 months to pay the promissory note.

Don't be funny. The promissory note expires tomorrow.

I guess she's so in love with you that she couldn't resist.

Don't make such offending insinuations!

She is a customer who comes to pay a promissory note.

She bought an apartment and is paying it on instalments.

I didn't know that customers

left their phone numbers to employees. Here.

393614 TONIGHT AT 10

Exactly. Attorney, I am buying 2,000 Montecatini shares.

- What? - I'm buying 2,000 Montecatini shares.

At the closing price. I'll sell them in 8 days at a higher price.

Yes. There's no doubt about that.

Movement of the composition of the majority share packages

influenced fluctuation of the market. - What?

Raise the volume or you can't hear me.

- Yes. - Did you raise it?

- Fluctuations. - ...Tions.

We are full of fluctuations.

We must buy equity packages.

And packages of cigarettes. These are mine!

- Two, right? - No. Two.

Yes, you can't go wrong.

Equity packages are fluctuating. And I will buy.

- Two? - Two? Three, five, seven, nine...

No, I don't want sugar. 11,000 shares of Safir too.

Even if I should lose 13 million with the closure of Safir...

What do I care? I'd earn 38 million with Electric!

Paolo, why must we follow you every evening in this stupid game?

Stupid? Stupid!

- What? - Stupid!

Mom, if I'd really invested in the stock market...

But you never did.

It doesn't matter. What matters is the satisfaction.

If I had invested in the stock market these last four years,

you know how much I'd have earned?

4 billion, 600 million, 800 thousand.

Billions, millions, thousands of liras... That is mean!

No. What is mean is that he smokes my cigarettes!

Teresa! Teresa, if you were alive,

you'd have spared your poor mother this torture.

- What torture? - Yes, it's a torture!

You always talk about millions,

and I have no money for my future!

Come on, Wanda, don't cry. And you stop torturing her!

When will you decide to marry my mother-in-law?

- What are you saying? - Since this is how things stand,

when will you decide to marry my mother-in-law and take her away?

It's 10! I have to call. Excuse me.

I have to call.

- Where is he going? - Don't bother with him.

Please, lower the radio.

I must make an important call. A business call!

Hello? Hello?

The radio! Lower it!

Why don't you raise the attorney's volume?

Marilina, answer. Don't you hear the phone?

I'm not in my home. I wasn't answering to be discreet.

I don't have secrets.

Hello?

Who is it? I don't understand a thing.

This is Mr. Robotti.

What? I am Mr. Robotti.

No, Robotti! Excuse me.

Lower the radio, please!

Robotti. I'm looking for Miss Jeraux.

Is it you, miss? Do you know who I am?

I am the bank clerk.

No, the bank's! The bank!

Yes, the promissory note clerk.

No. Excuse me. It's the radio.

The radio!

What? The promissory note for the radio?

Jeanne isn't here. She's out of Rome. Goodbye.

- Who was it? - I didn't understand.

It was for the radio's promissory notes. I said you weren't here.

Radio? I paid for it.

Was it a man called Robotti?

- Yes, I think so. - Darn it!

I told him to call me. It was for the apartment's promissory note.

- I'm sorry. - Too bad!

With all these promissory notes, I'm going crazy. Let's go. It's late.

Remember that this is my home!

What manners! Keeping the radio blasting while I'm on the phone!

- Osvaldo doesn't hear very well. - Oh, really?

Then what's the ear speaker for? Just to snoop into our business?

- I don't snoop! - You see that he can hear?

- Someone rang. - He hears everything!

- Who can it be? - Right? Who can it be?

- Go open and you'll find out. - Me? It's not my home!

Right? It's your home!

I'll go open.

- He threatened me! - Calm down, dear.

Poor loser!

Good evening.

Mrs. Pf...

Come in.

Come, Mrs. Pf... Excuse me if I can't pronounce your name.

- It's so full of "F" s! - Don't worry.

- My friends call me "Fuffi". - What?

- Fuffi. - Oh! That's better!

To what do I owe the honor of this visit?

I am here for a very serious matter.

- A funeral? - No, something more cheerful!

- Please, come in. - Thank you.

No! This way is better. Please.

Excuse me. After you.

- Mother-in-law. Future father-in-law. - My pleasure.

- Mrs. Pf... - Pfiffer.

Attorney Osvaldo Ponchielli.

- I am honored. - We must be left alone now.

- Go to another room. - Keep your hands down!

- Go over there. - What a nerve!

Go over there! Please leave us alone.

Excuse me.

- Please. - Thank you.

Sit down.

It's useless to waste time in small talk.

As you certainly know, I deal with charity works.

I know. A noble occupation. You see, Mrs...

I am a modest employee,

but if you ask me...

It's not the amount that matters, but the intention.

- You're the beneficiary in this case. - Me?

In your case, we are not talking about charity.

Let's say that we want... to reward you.

- Thank you. - For your modest, hidden,

but very useful work as a tireless employee.

I wouldn't say that exactly.

You are a real dreamer, my dear Mr. Robotti.

- Yes, Mrs... - Pfiffer.

In fact, dreams are sort of...

poor people's television.

You don't have to pay the license fee

and you're always in the front row, undisturbed.

Besides, how can you compare my dreams to television programs?

You are a poet, and are content with little.

But you deserve a lot more. Don't underestimate yourself.

You've been sacrificing for years. For what?

Where are you now? An apartment that's...

dreary.

Let me say it! Dreary, insipid, with no comforts.

- Actually... - And maybe...

- Full of cockroaches. - No! I assure you that's not so!

How do you know? Cockroaches come out at night and you go to bed early.

Yes, but I get up sometimes. I would've seen them.

After many years dedicated to work, you can't even afford the luxury

of going to the theater or out to dinner.

Every night you go to your solitary bed, perhaps even full of fleas!

- But, Mrs... - Pfiffer.

- I can't say it. - Society owes you.

I'm offering you the way to get rid of your cockroaches and fleas.

Did you bring some DDT?

I brought you a tangible sign of our gratitude.

- For what? - The bank matter.

That small, insignificant shortfall.

- Which one? - Come on!

Now that Friday is dead, and you're substituting him,

it is right... if you close an eye...

for you to have the same advantages.

So, the 90 million... You...

Don't ask so many questions. You have a right to this donation.

- Mrs... - Pfiffer.

I'm fine as I am, and I don't accept donations.

Especially when they are suspicious!

Don't be so dramatic! Do you realize how you live?

- Where you live? Why you live? - What? Why do I live?

How can I explain it? Why do you live so terribly?

- I'll bet you don't have a fridge. - That...

We don't! Neither a refrigerator or a tv set, or a washing machine!

See? Accept, Robotti!

Good fortune comes by only once, and you must know how to grab it.

I won't grab anything. I don't need anything. I'm honest. Get out!

- Liar! Fibber! - How obnoxious!

Go away!

I have the impression that you are exaggerating a bit.

I'm not exaggerating at all when I say I'm honest.

I don't understand the reasons for your refusal.

There are 90 million reasons, plus interest.

- If you want, I'll calculate it. - Think it over, sleep on it.

Meanwhile, read this book.

- Maybe you'll change your mind. - "Il Milione" by Marco Polo.

- I read it. - Read it again. Very instructive.

An edition that isn't on the market.

- I'll return it. Please. - Thank you.

If you like the book, keep it. In fact, you can have others.

Thank you, but I've little time to read.

- But this book... - These are 10,000 lira bills!

That woman will soon see!

Paolo! The book...

Did you see it?

Yes, I read it. You can keep it if you want.

- What? - Keep it.

- You're giving it to me? - Yes. What do I care?

Thank you. If that's the case,

I have the honor asking your mother-in-law's hand.

- Without a dowry? - This is enough for us.

Yes, at your age, in bed with a good book...

This is not by Marco Polo.

This is by the Governor of the Bank of Italy.

- And it's real! - It's real!

Corrupting witch! She corrupted me!

- And I didn't know! - Where are you going? Wait.

Wait. Don't be foolish!

- Wait! - Mrs. Pf...

- Paolo, she must have left. - Who knows where she is now!

Come, dear. Come on.

It won't end here!

- Mrs. Pf... - She's not here.

It won't end here!

She corrupted me! You realize that?

She didn't corrupt you. It's just a moral deposit

given with a mental reservation. - I don't understand what that means.

It's a moral deposit given with mental reservation.

You don't understand a thing about such matters.

You are absolutely not obliged to return it.

- A lawyer says you're not obliged. - I don't accept deposits!

Let's rip off a few pages at least. Who would notice?

- I'll read it before going to sleep. - No! I'll read it.

- I'll read it to you! - Nobody will read it.

- I know the right book for you. - Which is that?

- "Les Misérables"! - I already read it.

Sir, I have it!

I have the evidence in my hand.

Hurry up and tell me. I don't have time to waste.

- May I get closer? - Yes, please.

You see this?

Yes. It's Marco Polo's "Il Milione."

You fell for it, too! It's not by Marco Polo.

It's by the Government of the Bank of Italy.

You know who gave it to me? Mrs. Pf...

- Pfiffer? - Pfiffer, exactly. You're right.

She gave it to me to corrupt me.

So, my suppositions were exact.

If they want to corrupt me,

it means that the bank deficit really exists.

- You think that? - You don't?

I always doubt. On principle.

Well, go away now. Leave the book and I'll worry about it.

- Will you take care of it? - Yes. Do you doubt it?

No, no, no. On principle, I never doubt.

If you take care of it,

the respectability of the bank is in your hands.

Thank you, sir.

I did my best.

Marco Polo... What scoundrels! Excuse me.

Flavia!

Call Mrs. Pfiffer for me. Hurry!

She's not there? Where is she?

Regina Coeli? In prison!

Moral support to the prisoners!

What a good woman!

Boss, look who is here.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Finally I found you! - What?

I came yesterday to talk to you.

I need a favor from you.

Really?

Let's go to wicket three, so we can speak more freely.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Sorry. I had to take the long way.

Too bad you signed all these three month promissory notes.

- Why is that? - I'll only see you 4 times a year!

Only once per season. Once wearing a coat,

once wearing a blouse, once with a suit...

I work so hard just to pay these! You want to ruin me?

No, but if you came to pay every month,

I could see you every month.

Excuse me. Do you mind, if we go to wicket four?

Here is your promissory note.

I prepared it like this.

Very kind of you.

"Love, so swift to grasp a tender heart."

Did you write it?

Yes... Yes.

- You are very good! - I have a poetic soul.

I write sometimes on Sunday

to forget about the bank, accounts, additions.

Lucky you! I must do accounting every day.

No, no! I am rich.

I'm rich because I don't ask for anything, so I have everything.

When you're somewhat of a poet, you're a bit philosopher too.

I wanted to say I can't pay the promissory note that expires today.

Oh, no! What will you do?

I don't know! That is why I'm turning to you.

Can't you keep it here another week?

It's not possible.

Promissory notes are paid on time, or the following day with a notary.

Can't you tell the notary to keep it there for 6 or 7 days?

No. If you don't pay, the notary will certify it.

Then you tell him not to!

Tell him I'm your friend or your girlfriend.

It's for my apartment mortgage. If I don't pay, I'll lose everything!

Miss, it's not possible. I would certainly do it, if I could.

With the billions you have, do you really need my 50,000 liras?

No, we don't, with all the money we have...

Calm down, miss.

Let's see what I can do.

What'll I do?

I've only 7,000 liras!

Criscuolo, I need money.

What a coincidence! So do I.

Don't joke. It's important. How can I get 50,000 liras?

- You need 50,000 liras? - Yes.

You could've said so right away! If you want 50,000 liras...

- Will you lend it to me? - Of course! Take this!

You are vulgar and ill-mannered.

I'm sorry, miss, but there's nothing I can do.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

You say it with such indifference? First you look at me sweetly,

and when I ask you a favor... - I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.

- It's the bank. - Yes, the bank!

It's only good at taking money and never giving it!

Don't be angry. You're so pretty when you smile.

Stop flirting with me! Who cares about your nice words!

You write poetry, make packages with a ribbon, and then can't even

help a friend! I don't give a darn about your love notes!

- What is going on here? - Robotti is in love.

- Are you sure? - Yes. He even asked me for a loan.

- What did you answer? - Me? No way!

Flavia! Get me Mrs. Pfiffer, right away.

I came here because I know you're intelligent.

Dear madam, intelligence isn't necessary in my field.

You're wrong. It is always useful.

I understood the reason for your visit right away.

You are a good person. Everyone knows that.

I do what I can.

I'm sorry, but it's still too soon.

- For what? - For my redemption.

Isn't that why you came?

I have to finish paying for my apartment first,

buy a Bianchina car, and an astrakhan fur.

After which, I promise I'll let you redeem me.

You're up the wrong alley.

I know, but I want to walk on it a bit longer.

I mean you misunderstood. I am here to offer you a deal.

You want to propose a deal?

- To me? - A deal that concerns

certain important people. It's to avoid a scandal.

You came to me to help you avoid a scandal?

It's not very funny. You help me, and I help you.

I heard that a clerk at the Fluvial Bank

has a crush on you. - A clerk?

You mean that little guy who looks like

a grafting between a lily and an artichoke?

Robotti, and he's blackmailing me with a personal matter.

We must silence him forever.

How?

- Kill him? - What are you saying?

All I need, with your help, is for Robotti to get into trouble,

and not know how to get out of it.

- We can discuss it. - I knew you would agree!

For example, I could use the trick of the jealous husband.

It's not very original, but it always works.

I don't care what method you use.

If you can corner him, this will be your reward.

- A million? - Did you notice the signature?

You certainly know the name of His Excellency.

Of course! I am no politics expert,

but that name...

I'm convinced of that. But if you don't keep your word,

this check will have no more value and you'll end up in jail.

Don't worry. I'll take good care of your clerk.

He'll become crazy about me and one day my husband will come home, and...

It'll be a trusted friend, of course.

Do as you wish. All I want

is that you hand over to me Robotti in a sea of trouble.

One million!

Excuse me. Do you have the time?

No, I did.

Madam! Excuse me, madam.

I was looking for Miss Jeraux. What time does she usually return?

I know nothing about Miss Jeraux!

Excuse me, but it's urgent. I can't put it off.

- Oh! You're even in a hurry! - Yes.

Since Miss Jeraux isn't here, could you help me?

Me? How dare you?

- I am an honest woman! - What's that got to do with it?

You look so kind, that I thought maybe...

My husband isn't here, or he'd have stopped you

from proposing such things! Pig! - But...

Madam! Listen...

Madam!

All this fuss just to accept a letter!

Good evening. Thank you.

- Excuse me. - It's you!

Look! I was just at your home.

My home? Strange, because I looked for you at your home.

- In my home? - Yes. I came to...

We are like the hands of the clock.

At a certain point, they meet.

You mean to say that I'm the shortest hand of the clock?

You must not say that.

- Come. I've many things to tell you. - Tell me?

You see?

If we look for each other, if we find each other,

it must mean something, right? - Of course!

Why did you come to my home?

I confess that I didn't sleep all night thinking

of how I treated you yesterday at the bank.

Can you forgive me?

Of course! It's nothing.

Shall we go sign the armistice?

Yes.

Please, come in. Nobody is here.

Come. What are you doing?

Are you shy, by chance?

No, I'm not shy, but...

I'd like to please you, but I'm afraid of failing.

- I wanted to tell you that... - Later.

There's nothing better than a glass of whisky

to toast and work up a little courage.

It's the first time I invite a man to my home.

But I feel I can trust you.

Sit down.

May I?

Here.

How I wish my husband were like you!

So then...

you are married!

Yes, but it's as if I wasn't.

I almost never see my husband and when I do...

he's always drunk.

You don't know how I need a real man!

- Paolo... - Yes?

Would you know how to love me?

I...

I could try, if you like.

Yes, try!

- So I should try? - Yes! Yes!

I will try, then!

I don't know...

If you say so...

Not like this!

How, then?

Excuse me just a moment.

It’s me!

Here I am.

Excuse me if I got comfortable,

but it's so hot!

- Why don't you take off your jacket? - No.

I'm a little chilly.

Do you dance?

I haven't done so in a long time.

Then let's try!

- What's the matter? - I'm getting a bit emotional.

Did you consider that we're two adulterers?

Excuse me. What is that?

This is my expired promissory note!

Yes, it is. I didn't want you to know I'd paid for it.

But after what is happening between us...

Did you pay it?

Yes, but it has no importance.

What lousy luck! Just now that I could've been serene for a while!

What an idiot! A cretin!

Jeanne, I didn't think you'd get offended like this.

You know why I brought you here?

Because you need a real man. You said it.

Don't you realize I took you here because I wanted to ruin you?

I was supposed to ruin you!

Ruin me?

Why?

Because I was in cahoots with Mrs. Pfiffer.

What've you go to do with Mrs. Pf...

with that woman?

She gave me the money to frame you.

So...

So it's not true that I...

That your husband...

It's not true at all! I never had a husband.

I have many... too many! Don't you understand?

What is it? Do you feel ill?

- No, no. - Listen...

You're no longer a child. You're grown up, it seems.

Jeanne, I didn't grow up much,

but why do you do this?

Why?

I don't even know.

At first, I did it almost without realizing it.

I lived with my parents in France, in a town near Moulins.

My father wanted to become rich.

Instead, he ended up with foreclosed furniture.

My mother was a woman who lived for her home and family.

Mothers... One should always listen to them

and follow their advice.

Right! It's true.

In fact, she's the one who said,

"We don't have any furniture left. Go visit the tax inspector."

I went and returned with the living room furniture.

I understand.

Why didn't you stop after that?

What would we have done with only that?

We had to recuperate all the furniture!

From that moment on, I was up to my ears in it.

I always hoped that someone would show up with a capon.

- With what? - With a capon.

In my town, near Moulins,

there's the custom that who wants to marry a girl

goes to her with a capon.

If the girl takes it, it means she accepts to marry him.

Otherwise, she refuses.

And you... no capon?

No. No capon.

Let's forget about this nonsense.

Why don't you close an eye, and accept the money they offer you?

Nowadays it's not worth it.

I can't. Paolo Robotti isn't for sale.

Jeanne, I'd do anything for you, but not this.

- My conscience is at stake. - Your conscience?

Your thoughtlessness! You are driving me mad! Go away!

- I'll get my hat. - Leave before my husband comes.

You said you didn't have a husband.

I don't, but tonight

a fake one was supposed to come and threaten a scandal.

He was supposed to blackmail you. Understand?

Yes. Now I understand.

Now please, will you leave? Go away, and don't come around again!

- Well? What is it? - Look!

That scoundrel who insulted me. There he is.

That man? I'll take care of him.

Go back in the house.

I am her husband. Repeat what you said to my wife.

I won't repeat anything to you! You aren't her husband.

- You're just a vulgar blackmailer. - I'm not her husband?

Scoundrel! Rogue!

I'll show you! Take off your glasses.

- Listen... - Take off your glasses!

I can see clearly now.

It's our duty to get to the bottom of this obscure matter

and have the truth surface.

What you want to have surface is trouble for everyone.

If you think I want to cover this mess for a personal advantage,

you are wrong.

My behavior

safeguards the interests that are much more important.

Interests that are greater than mine.

Come. I'll show you something. You have a right to know.

Know what?

See? Your million is there, too.

Always at disposal.

What?

You don't like this sort of literature?

No, sir!

As you wish. Then...

I'll have you see this check. Take it. Read.

Open up your eyes wide.

I can only open one.

Excuse me.

But this... This is His Excellency's signature!

You understand now? He guarantees for Mrs. Pfiffer.

He guarantees for her.

Incredible!

You see now why we must be careful?

You see why we must pour water on fire, and not oil?

If you talk, with the political situation today,

you'll cause a crisis, chaos, a revolution.

You must think twice before having a revolution break out.

Of course!

But you realize that my duty as chief clerk...

Your duty as citizen comes before that of chief clerk.

Think about it, my friend.

Chaos, strikes, a scandal, a revolution!

The country in the hands of the opposition.

Think of the country in the hands of the opposition!

I think of it, but what do we oppose to the opposition?

I will go through with it till the end.

I will immediately speak to the president.

Sir... I am at your service.

Flavia! Mrs. Pfiffer quickly.

Come. The president is waiting.

Come, come.

- Mr. President. - Speak up, dear Robotti.

Speak up!

So, speak!

In front of them? They're the ones responsible for this matter!

Calm down and moderate your terms! Mrs. Pfiffer and Mr. Baldoni

have already illustrated your insinuations regarding them to me.

They aren't insinuations! I have proof of their manipulation.

- Then show it. - Of course I will!

First of all, Mrs. Pfiffer tried to corrupt me but failed.

Do you know Marco Polo's "Il Milione"?

- Do you doubt my culture? - Of course not!

It wasn't by Marco Polo, but by the Governor of the Bank of Italy.

Robotti, did you ever consult a psychiatrist? It's absurd!

Do you think I'm crazy, Mr. President?

I assure you that I have evidence of what I am stating.

Where is this evidence?

In the bank director's safe.

Go ahead and look.

Here, Mr. President, is proof of the corruption.

Very interesting...

Will you later have me read "The Count of Monte Cristo"?

"The Two Orphans"? What clown act is this?

There was the amount of one million, I swear. Someone exchanged it.

It was given to me by Mrs. Pf...

By this lady.

Anyway, look.

Here there is more evidence. You'll see.

An important person is also involved, whose name I won't state.

Here. Here you are.

Excuse me. Where is the letter with the check?

No. What are you saying? The bank deals with lottery tickets

and Totocalcio tickets for people who want

to remain anonymous because of taxes. You know that.

What taxes? There was a check here signed by His Excellency...

Enough, Robotti! Don't you dare pronounce honored names.

You tried to disgrace Mrs. Pfiffer, Mr. Baldoni

and the reputation of the bank! - Mr. President,

I checked the financial statements since 1763.

90 million are missing.

I know the accounts of my bank better than you! Enough!

On the other hand, I want to be indulgent.

I don't want to make matters worse. Present your letter

of resignation today, or I am obliged to fire you.

Mr. President, please. I swear on the memory of my poor wife.

My mother-in-law!

My mother-in-law and the attorney can testify.

Unfortunately, we noticed it, too.

- He has hallucinations. - Are you willing to testify

that today Mrs. Pfiffer came to this home for the first time?

Yes, it's the first time.

Unfortunately, they all begin like this. They seem normal, and then...

And then become furious.

He is almost my son-in-law.

Mr. Robotti, don't worry.

If there will be a trial, I will defend you.

You'll be acquitted for being mentally disturbed.

Don't worry. We realize it's a pitiful situation.

- So we won't press charges. - No, we must!

He offended and disgraced you. He needs to make amends.

- Forget it. It's been forgotten. - What about this?

The refrigerator, new radio, tv set. Who gave them to you?

- They are Osvaldo's. - Yes, it's my stuff.

Some small items to improve the house

since Mrs. Wanda and I will soon be married.

You scoundrel, disgusting loser! He had no money!

He took advantage of me and ate here for years.

But I won't give up.

There is a man who can prove you're lying.

I will go to him, to His Excellency in person.

Bianca! Bianca, is that you?

Excuse me. I'm waiting for a girlfriend and thought it was her.

May I? Mr. Paolo Robotti.

Are you His Excellency's daughter?

No, I'm his pupil.

I came out of boarding school and His Excellency is my tutor.

- My name is Patrizia. - What a lovely name!

- You like it? - Very much.

Do you want a candy?

Yes, thank you.

They must be delicious!

I am the secretary of His Excellency.

- My pleasure! - His Excellency can't receive you.

- Maybe tomorrow? - No, never.

In fact, he asks that you never come around again.

- Never again? - Never.

Right!

- I should have imagined it. - I'm sorry.

You have no blame.

Should I return it to you?

No. Keep it as a memory of me.

Yes.

Jeanne, open, please. It's Paolo. Open!

No use knocking. She's not there. The lady left.

- When is she returning? - She won't. They kicked her out.

- Kicked her out? - Yes.

If it's the same for you, I can get you another one.

She is young, pretty, at the same price.

No. I'm not interested in women.

They don't interest me anymore.

Don't be upset. You're not the only one.

It's widespread today!

Bye.

Dear mother-in-law...

No. Why "Dear"?

Kindest mother-in-law...

Sure, kindest!

Mother-in-law. There!

Mother-in-law, following our verbal disagreement

on the 16th of last month,

I want to specify what follows:

Open quotes. A.

Bank executives make me sick.

B. So do you.

C. Your fiancé, attorney Osvaldo Ponchielli,

even more so.

D. Life has no meaning for me.

Close quotes.

As for what was stated above,

and considering the impossibility of having truth triumph,

because it is suffocated by the silence of a corrupted society...

Well... what can one do?

I have decided to end my days.

Since I don't even have a dog to leave my assets to,

my home, my belongings,

closet, bed, buffet cabinet, et cetera,

I reluctantly leave them to you.

Attached is an inventory of the above mentioned assets

and legal notary deeds for such a transaction.

I remain waiting for acknowledgement of receipt.

Where will she acknowledge it?

I take this occasion

to convey to you all my disdain,

and to send you the bad words

that when I was alive, my good manners forbid me to pronounce.

Period.

I am going to commit suicide, and I sincerely say goodbye.

Your Paolo. "Your"?

Accountant Paolo Robotti.

- What are you doing here? - Why are you here?

- I'm obviously committing suicide. - So am I.

- Why? - Because of you.

No! That can't be! Because of me? No!

I'll save you and then jump in the river again.

- Don't you dare touch me! - This time I will dare.

- Leave me alone! - Let's go to shore.

- I'll go by myself. - So you know how to swim!

Fairly well.

Lucky you. I'm not very good.

Let's go!

Don't rush.

Don't rush!

I was evicted for offending public morality.

All this happened because of you.

Don't worry. Now that I've found you, you'll testify for me.

I will be re-instated and everything will go back as it was.

Darn! Didn't you give me enough gyps?

You even want me to testify? What an idiot!

Put this on. I wringed it well. Try it.

- Excuse me. - Even a cold!

- I'll wring it again. - Darn the day I met you!

If you wanted to commit suicide, what do you care about a cold?

Great philosophy! I'll end up dying anyway from the cold.

Now go home, drink something hot, take an aspirin,

get under the covers and perspire.

Yeah, sure! It's easier said than done.

You don't know where I've ended up. It's a real dump.

At least you have a home!

You won't be offended if I propose something?

What?

God bless you! Come to my home this evening.

There is still a vacant bed in my home.

Come, don't be afraid.

- What will your relatives say? - Don't worry.

There's just one relative, and she's a mother-in-law!

She is the mother of my poor dead wife.

Maybe I made a mistake in coming.

- You? - Yes, Mom. Me.

May I? Come.

Me!

Come.

What? You say you'll commit suicide and then...

- I had second thoughts. - Who is she?

- Miss... - Who is she?

Calm down! She is my friend who doesn't feel well.

- So I thought I'd bring her here. - Oh, really? Osvaldo!

- Call him! - Osvaldo, come see.

- Paolo isn't dead! - No, I'm not dead!

No! It's useless. I should have imagined it.

You do everything to make me suffer, to torture me.

You say you'll commit suicide and then you bring home such people.

Did you take me to your home to have me insulted? I'm leaving!

No! I won't allow you to insult my friends.

The lady is momentarily without a home

and she will be staying in my house. - Yours? No! No! No!

It was yours, dear Mr. Robotti. Not any longer.

You don't know how to kill yourself but you know how to donate.

You donated everything to your mother-in-law.

"Justa donatio sine recessione".

May I leave now?

This is a matter of principle. The house is mine!

I am not dead, so I take back what I wrote.

You can't. "Sine recessione".

I can't? We'll see about that!

This house is mine! Shall I tell you in Latin?

"Domus est mea". Only "mea". Understand?

I am sorry to bother you in your home.

You can't sleep out in the street.

Tomorrow morning I'll leave and find a place to stay.

We'll worry about it tomorrow. The night brings good advice.

I am so sleepy!

This place isn't elegant, but at least there's a bed.

- God bless you! - I need it!

If I don't take some penicillin right away...

- The water was cold. - I am ruined.

- Luckily I've everything I need. - Really?

The bed is a bit narrow, but we'll make do.

No, don't go out of your way.

I'll find a place. Maybe on this armchair.

- Thank you. Put down your stuff. - Thank you.

You caught a nice cold.

Can you do me the favor of giving me a shot?

Gladly.

What? I've never given a shot in my life.

I can't wake up the custodian at this hour.

I don't feel up to it.

It's very easy. Just give a little push.

Go on! It's all there.

Syringe, penicillin and needle.

Hurry.

Pull out the liquid from the bottle with the syringe.

It seems easy until now.

During my military service I saw them give shots,

but it's one thing to see them and another to give them.

Hurry, Doctor.

Come on, hurry!

May I turn off the light? I can see better.

Done.

Very good. I didn't feel anything.

You should be a doctor.

Yeah, sure!

If you want...

I can turn the light back on.

Miss Jeanne...

Miss Jeanne. Jeanne, excuse me...

Not now, dear.

No. Listen, Jeanne...

I found a check. Wake up, please.

No! Mr. Robotti, there's a time for everything.

What is this? Why do you have this money?

- Money? Where? - This money.

Oh, that! Mrs. Pfiffer gave it to me to corrupt you.

It's not worth anything now. You can rip it up.

I had forgotten to tell you.

Good night.

It's not worth anything?

It sure is!

This is evidence!

This is evidence!

With this, I'll send them all to jail.

I'll send them all to jail!

Why should I send them to jail?

I won't do that at all!

I will do even better.

Just because a person is honest, must he always be swindled? No!

No! Not on your life! Enough!

Jeanne! Wake up. The sun is out. Jeanne!

- What is it? - It's me.

- You again! - I must tell you something important.

You know what I'll do with this check?

The check! You haven't ripped it yet?

Ripped? You know how much it's worth?

Nothing! I told you, it’s worth nothing.

It's not true. This is worth a billion.

Dear Mr. Robotti,

listen to me! Are we playing with dolls?

Trust me. I am an expert in these things.

It's just that I was on the other side until last night.

- What do you plan on doing? - Saying goodbye to honesty.

With this check, my know-how and a companion like you,

we'll conquer the world.

North wind.

Fog.

- Tempest. - I repeat it. We'll end up in jail!

Trust me.

Storm.

I've the impression that they don't have one lira.

I think we're wasting time.

- Has the lady chosen? - Yes, yes!

Good! Excuse me, but before beginning negotiations,

I'd like to say that it's our custom to only sell with cash!

Excellent custom!

The lady will take everything.

- But Paolo... - Yes. She'll take Fog, Rain,

North wind, Storm, Tempest, Great Flood!

Six dresses?

No, no. Add another six.

It is our custom to buy dresses by the dozen, like oysters.

Evelina, show the lady our collection.

Meanwhile, we'll settle the financial aspect. Come.

- Listen... - Miss Jeraux,

don't be uselessly thrifty. There is no reason.

- Shall we begin with morning clothes? - Yes.

Thank you.

Here I am. As for the financial aspect, I must talk to you.

- I'm sorry, but... - You only sell in cash, I know.

- Here. For your dresses. - Thank you.

But the lady will take them only on one condition.

- Are you willing to accept? - Me? It depends.

It can't depend. I have to know.

- Is anyone here? - There are many people today.

- No. I meant listening to us. - No, nobody.

Because... it is a secret,

and if it got around, it could involve people...

Where are you looking? Very highly located people.

A revolution could even break out.

- Let's not exaggerate! - Is that how you feel about it?

You want a crisis? You want to give the opposition

the helm of nation's life?

- Of course not! - Good. Or we won't talk about it.

- So you accept the agreement? - What agreement?

Please! Then I didn't explain myself well.

I've the impression that you are minimizing the opposition aspect.

Excuse me, but I don't see the connection.

Please! Don't say "connection"! It must not be known.

I trust you, I don't know why.

I'll give you the check, but you must tell me what you'll do with it.

I'll deposit it in the bank.

You'll deposit it in the bank? Everything will go to pot!

If you deposit this check in the bank, what will happen?

This "connection" will come out in the open.

That is how scandals take place. They'll say,

"What was this check for?" "To pay the lady's dresses."

"Who paid for them?" They'll read the signature and boom!

The press, big titles, revolution.

- If you trust me. Otherwise... - I trust you.

It's just to warn you.

In certain cases it's better to be cautious.

But this is His Excellency.

Oh! So the lady is...

Now I understand the connection? You could've told me right away.

- So what'll we do? - The lady can ask for

all the dresses she wants. Take the check and no rush in paying.

The name is enough for me.

Everything was organized according to your orders, sir.

- You can rest assured. - Thank you, Giovanni.

- Miss Jeanne? - In her room. Must I call her?

No, thank you. I'll go.

- Here I am. - You could knock.

Excuse me. Go ahead. I won't look.

- I've the latest news to tell you. - Is the police coming?

Don't joke like that! The personnel is complete.

The cook, the butler, the driver.

The air-conditioning will work in 15 minutes.

That way your girlfriends won't be hot.

I don't know why you invited my girlfriends here.

- To carry out my project. - Turn around, please.

You organized everything magnificently. Very brilliant.

You know what? You deserve an Oscar.

But you forgot something small, but very important.

Don't tell me. What could I have forgotten?

The phone book.

It's something much more romantic.

That isn't at all practical. So you couldn't have thought of it.

What is it?

- You can turn around now. - Thank you.

You didn't buy flowers. Women love them.

I remind you because, besides being a business partner,

I am also a woman. - Right. I'll make amends right away.

I'll go downstairs and buy ten dozen roses.

I didn't mean that.

What will I do with so many?

I'd have preferred a bouquet of 100 lira violets.

If it's to save money, don't bother with that.

But if you like them, I'll be right back.

- Is this one alright, sir? - Very nice.

- Sir, the rest... - Keep the change.

Keep it? You owe me money because violets call 500 liras.

Strange. They said 100.

Here.

Miss! Miss, may I?

- No, thanks. I don't want flowers. - I am the candy man.

- Remember? - Darn it!

- Give me the violets and leave. - But...

- Listen, I... - Taxi!

- Sir! Sir, your change. - Keep it.

But... sir!

- It's magnificent. - Decorated in good taste.

Girls, did you see the view?

Hi, beautiful! Who gave you all this wonderful stuff?

- It's a secret. - Tell us. We won't steal him!

- A big industrialist? - A big shot?

There's no doubt about that. He must be way up there.

- Not very high. - But full of money!

If you really want to know...

The person who got all this for me is my administrator.

Your administrator? What does he administer?

It's hard to explain but I assure you he is a real administrator.

He even has a diploma.

A very serious person who only wants

what he is entitled to, according to the union fee.

Yes, plus a good night kiss!

He doesn't even want that. He doesn't want anything.

- Nothing? - Then he's a jerk!

Be quiet. It's him.

Finally! Where are the violets?

Oh, right! I forgot them.

It doesn't matter. They are useless, anyway.

Come, I'll introduce you. Girls!

Here is my administrator.

- Mr. Paolo Robotti. - Pleased to meet you!

- My name is Renata. - My pleasure.

- I am Marcella. - My friends call me Marilina.

- Good for them! - Is it true

that you administer Jeanne's money? - Yes, in a certain sense.

If you administer mine, I'll give you double, triple, with interest.

- Really? - Dear, he's my administrator!

He could change his mind.

- Yes, and come with me! - Why not with me?

- Wouldn't you administer me? - I could give you great satisfaction.

- Me too. - Me too.

Calm down, girls. A little self-control.

I invited you here for an administrative reason.

- What do you want to do? - If the ladies want

to entrust their savings to me, I am ready to administer them.

Just a moment! You don't plan on neglecting my business

to administer theirs, huh?

On the contrary. I intend to form a company

and to give you the presidency, Miss Jeanne.

In fact, I've decided to call the company "Jeanne & C".

What do you think? It's not bad.

If the ladies trust me,

I can assure them of a big amount in a brief period.

- What do you think? - I'm in.

- Me too! - Very well. Then let's toast

to the new Jeanne & C! - Cheers!

Miss President, and shareholder partners,

please give me your maximum attention.

Our first objective is to conquer the Fluvial Bank.

To take possession of it,

we must take over all of its shares.

So we must have it nosedive on the stock market.

What's this market thing mean? I don't understand.

- I only know one kind of job. - You'll do it!

If we get organized as I say,

your job will have repercussions on the stock market!

- That's a good one! - Who would ever have imagined?

Please, will you be quiet?

First of all, we must act on various sectors of national economy.

- Miss Bettina of Bologna. - I'm present.

Please be seated. You will work in Bologna.

- Miss Lucia of Milan. - Here she is.

Naturally, you'll work in Milan.

- What about us Romans? - You'll work in Rome.

It's the capital, there must be many of you.

- What should we do? - I'm getting there.

President, together we'll coordinate operations.

- Will you help me, please? - Gladly. What should I do?

Write on the blackboard what I tell you.

- Here's the chalk. - Thank you.

Ladies, I will show you now

how your professional know-how

can influence the stock market.

Secular experience shows that

the psychic control of the male is directly proportioned

to the number of garments that a woman wears.

So, if a woman takes off a shoe,

or a stocking...

- Be quiet! - We'll call the first operation

"Operation A".

Write, please.

We'll have a reaction from the males that we'll call "reaction X".

That's it.

X! Therefore, A equals X.

If the female goes on to the second operation,

which is taking her dress off...

Don't laugh!

In indicating this delicate operation with the letter "B",

the male will more or less react like this.

Y!

Therefore, B equals Y.

The reactions of the males, which we'll symbolically call "Z",

will always be proportioned to the female's operations.

Did I explain it well enough? Your attention!

Away with the slip's strap.

The male doesn't say that. It's the letter E. Write it. Thanks.

Away with the other strap. F.

Then very, very slowly, away...

with the slip.

Like this.

At this point, the male manifests

that determining reaction that we'll call "incognito".

Come on! What incognito reaction?

It's the usual reaction! You think you know it better than us?

I was expecting that answer.

And here is the subtleness... allow me to say it...

of my strategy.

Miss President, the reaction that I intend

is not the one you're thinking of.

We must take advantage of the male's lack of control,

and insert in his brain the information needed for our aim.

In saying male I mean "the big shots",

the Fluvial Bank shareholders.

Listen to me. In starting from position A,

you will begin by saying...

Do you have many shares in Fluvial Bank?

- What do you care? - Not one bit.

- But I thought of something. - What?

- Promise you won't tell anyone. - No.

It's a secret I was told by...

Really? You know him? What did he say?

He said that the Fluvial Bank is about to go bankrupt.

- What did he say? - Why? Is it something serious?

Serious? It's terrible!

Bye, dear. I have to run. See you some other time.

Bye. Sorry, but I must run.

See you some other time. Bye.

The incognito reaction!

- Fluvial Bank, 29. - I'm selling! I'm selling at 28!

27, Fluvial Bank...

- Yes, I know! - What?

It's at 20? Still going down?

What happened? Where will we end up?

- What could have happened? - Something is fishy.

Wait a second. We must put a stop to this.

Whatever it costs. Hello?

Let me go. Have you decided to sell?

No, I won't. I want to buy another 100,000 shares of Fluvial Bank.

Are you crazy? Can't you see it's nosediving?

The shares are worth nothing now.

Don't worry. Buy them for me or I'll turn to someone else.

Alright! 100,000, Fluvial Bank!

No, Excellency. I don't know who is behind it.

I only know that the majority now belongs to Jeanne & C.

Jeanne & C. J as in jinx.

E as in exterminate, A as appalling, N as in neurosis.

Neurosis, I said.

The shareholding majority of our glorious bank

is now in the name of Jeanne & C.

So I am here to present the executives of Fluvial Bank.

With our best wishes,

Miss Jeanne Jeraux, our new president.

And our future illustrious CEO,

Mr. Paolo Robotti.

Let's stop with introductions and get to the point.

We didn't come here to waste time.

Our president is here

to assign the new executive positions.

- What? - You're not re-confirming?

The positions have all been re-confirmed.

Except for the president and Mr. Baldoni.

You want to ruin us? I have a family.

Oh, no. You want revenge. This is not honest.

Please, I give the word to my administrator.

Thank you, President.

Go to your places.

We know how to appreciate your praiseworthy work.

Therefore, you will have positions worthy

of your dignity and your capacities.

You, Baldoni, will be assigned to entrances.

Thank you! Entrance of shares or currency?

No, at the entrances, at the doors.

You'll be an usher.

What? Me?

As for you, Mr. former president,

considering your connections in the financial field,

you'll keep contact in an important sector.

Foreign commerce? Treasury? Finances?

Don't be funny. I don't like jokes.

I want the bathrooms to be clean.

Miss President, I have nothing else to add.

Shall we go?

The flowers.

Thank you.

What are you doing, Marilina? You're a bank shareholder.

- For you, "commendatore". - I'm not a "commendatore".

- It's written on the envelope. - Oh, it's true.

- Thank you. - What is it?

I was expecting it.

His Excellency honors us with an invitation to his home for tea.

- What do you plan on doing? - We can't refuse.

Also because we owe all this to him.

The time has come to put the cards on the table.

- In front of everyone? - It'll be a scandal!

Please.

- Marilina! - Yes?

This is a habit!

Oh, dear Mr. Robotti!

What a pleasure to see you again!

- Finally! How are you? - But...

- You recognize me? - A man like you cannot be forgotten.

And yet, not long ago I tried to stop you in the street,

but you didn't recognize me. - What are you saying? When?

One day when I had a bouquet of violets in my hand.

- Do you remember? - Was that you?

- Yes, it was me. - That's where my violets went!

You don't know each other. My president,

Miss Jeraux.

My pleasure. Isn't His Excellency here?

Oh, right! His Excellency is very sorry, but he won't be with us.

He was detained at a convention.

If it was a convention, we have to accept it. Right, dear?

Right! But we only came for His Excellency.

So we might as well leave. Right, dear?

What? You want to go? Wouldn't you like to stay here a bit?

Yes. Maybe the lady didn't explain clearly.

She meant that we don't want to disturb.

What? Disturb? We had come for that check.

- Did you forget, dear? - What check?

Nothing. You wouldn't understand. You're too young.

With your freshness, your innocence,

you should live sheltered from the bitterness of life.

You should live like a flower in a nursery.

In fact, I love living among flowers.

I have many in my garden. You want to see them?

- Come. - Excuse us. We'll be right back.

- Gardens are my passion. - You'll see lovely white carnations!

When they return, tell them I don't like carnations. I'm going.

- You're not having tea? - No, thanks. I hate tea.

What? You want to resign?

Exactly. I have more money than what I need,

and I am not interested in the finance business.

Marilina can substitute me very well. The other shareholders agree.

Jeanne wants to rest. I vote for Marilina.

Marilina has authority with men. She knows how to handle them.

- I agree! - Silence!

Do you want me to become your president?

- Yes! - Fine.

The session is over. Let's all go out.

The former president and her CEO want to be alone.

Let's go.

So we must separate. Our partnership is over.

Yes, unfortunately.

But then, we got what we wanted.

We are rich, respected, happy.

Happy, not yet.

I so much need to breathe some pure air.

Garden air!

Right, Paolo? Full of white carnations.

Right. Patrizia represents my portion of pure air.

Excuse me, Jeanne, but you can understand me more than anyone.

You are a practical girl and know that these unions

are only possible in a finance company.

In life, it is quite different.

It's true. It's normal.

I understand everything.

Did Patrizia already accept?

You should have seen how happy she was. Like a little girl.

His Excellency behaved like a real gentleman.

He embraced me and kissed me.

When I ripped up the check, he had tears in his eyes.

I can imagine! These things are touching.

All I can do is wish you all the best.

What are your plans?

I will look for my portion of pure air in my country.

- At Moulins? - Yes.

- You know what I'll do there? - What?

I'll wait for someone to come with a capon.

You want to get married!

I hope so!

Best wishes, Jeanne.

Thank you. Goodbye, Paolo.

Finally alone!

Will you allow me to get comfortable, dear? We now...

You don't know how long I've waited for this moment!

You are so beautiful!

So innocent!

Dear, may I tell you something that His Excellency said?

Right. You don't have a mother or a father.

What did His Excellency say?

Is it true that you control almost all the Fluvial Bank shares?

- Yes. Why? - No, nothing.

His Excellency told me... But maybe it's not important.

- Kiss me. - No! Tell me what he said.

- That the Fluvial Bank... - Is about to go bankrupt.

- Yes, why? Is it bad news? - You ask?

What do you mean? I made up this kind of news!

But I didn't know that brides during the honeymoon did it!

Dear, I thought it would please you.

And it does! It's an enormous pleasure

because it's best to know these things right away.

Listen to me. In my strategic plan,

at this point I foresaw the incognito reaction.

His Excellency didn't tell you that, right, pupil?

Goodbye, flower of his garden!

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