All language subtitles for Castellani - Mare Matto (Mar loco) SATrip VOSE, por David.en

MAR LOCO

Goodbye, you sons of bitches!

Back on the ground.

If anyone asks me:

"Efisio, why do you disembark?"

I could answer, "I got kicked
out because I finished my shift."

Shipboard mechanic
1st class Trombetti Efisio,

disembarked at
the end of the shift.

Personal effects
only. More education.

Yes, gentlemen, my crime
lies in having finished the shift.

and had to leave my
position to someone else.

And although the
Constitution states

that every citizen
has the right to work,

I have been fired to leave
my position to someone else.

Where is my right,
if the job is gone?

Patience, Efisio. Be ready to face these
months of compulsory unemployment.

and resist until
the next shipment.

Find a hole to sleep
in, eat little, drink water

and asks for cigarettes
from the others.

And if you fancy a woman,
do the onboard thing.

This is the fate
of the poor sailor:

Suffering on board

and suffer even more on
land in order to embark.

Don Raffaele, these are
the boys I told you about.

They are my fellow countrymen from
Molfetta, they are looking to embark.

-A ship, yes.
-Here, everyone is looking to embark.

80,000 liras is enough
to obtain boarding.

Each.

Go to the Placement Office.

6 MONTHS WAITING
TIME FOR SHIPMENT

If the turn would
be respected...

-Did they call?
-No.

-Did they call?
-No.

We couldn't even take a bath.

We were peeking on board...

And eating?

We do 3 shifts. 150
lire each, in advance.

-Are you doing well?
-Yes.

-I'll find you two rooms.
-One is enough.

We slept together and
paid for a single bed.

-Let's do it too.
-No, your feet smell.

Great, we have to economize
until the next shipment arrives.

But are they all waiting
for their turn to board?

The call!

General shift call.

Motonave Diomede.

-Sailor No. 8,325.
-Present.

-326.
-Present.

-327.
-Present.

-That's enough for today.
-No!

I have been coming
here for 5 months.

Only 3 have been called.

I change my trade!

- 00:05:17,956
Day by day, life goes by.

Maybe he is more
desperate than I am.

You must be determined
if you want to do it.

I have to support 6 sisters.
6 unmarried sisters still.

Attention! It's already here.

If all goes well,
remember me too.

To give me something.

-There are 80,000?
-Yes, sir.

They were sent
to me this morning.

Don Raffaele, my wife
has sold half her house.

Tomorrow you leave
on the best boat.

Go to this address

and you say that
Don Raffaele sent you.

Go! I'll phone.

He has given you
the address. Hurry.

Without losing sight of it.

Let's see where it goes.

-Don't lose it, eh?

There is the accounting
of 4 shipowners.

No, let's go back.

Go to Cambiaso. Go and
say that don Raffaele sent you.

-Here.
-Thank you.

Take the elevator. This
will get you there faster.

-Change, please.
-5th floor.

I have a bad leg, the elevator?

-Change?
-5th floor.

Don Raffaele sent me.

He called, yes. Give
me the passbook.

Signature. You
know the conditions:

percentage contract.
Motonave Simeone.

Muelle de la Asunción, at 7 o'clock.
Punctuality: departs at 11 a.m.

GIGLIO PENSION

-Who?
-Benedetto.

-Close tight.
-Yes, sir.

Good evening. My respects.

The door is open, Benedetto.

Shoes off the bed.

I would have to
sanction you for the door.

-I haven't closed it?
-No, sir.

And I've told you that.

Oreste, open up!

-What?
-We are the ones from the individual.

-The two of us.
-Come in.

We have prepared a temporary
stretcher for you in the corridor.

-Permission...
-Go ahead, follow me.

This is the cot. The
bathroom, in the background.

-Mr. Oreste...
-Yes?

I have a headache.
Please open me up.

I'm going to get an aspirin.

When do you find a
shipment to pay the bill?

It is difficult. Be patient.

Then tomorrow you
sign a letter to me.

Come!

-Who?
-Benedetto.

At the end of the corridor.

Thanks to the flowers,

I recognized him among all...

Adelaide, I've told you a thousand
times not to sing making the beds.

Are the rooms ready?

I'm almost done, miss.

Today we are behind schedule.

Miss Margherita, could
you open the door, please?

Are you taking your
suitcase with you?

It is empty. I sell it.

-It is 2 weeks late.
-Yes.

Aren't you going to
Placement this morning?

Playing colada?

Always play, Mr. Oreste.

I have clothes I
don't wear anymore.

It wouldn't work for you,
so tall. But it would for him.

How lucky you are.

The small room is occupied.

Who sleeps?

-Benedetto.
-Benedetto!

I hope you are not sick.

Oh, yeah! What a
swindler. He escaped.

He escaped, Margherita.

-What do you mean, escaped? He is sleeping.
-Who has escaped?

-Benedetto.
-He's in bed.

He has put someone else
in his place. You knew that.

Me? I don't know
anything, I swear.

Get out!

What a stench!

Who are you? What
are you doing here?

So much noise!

-Are the Martians coming?
-What are you doing here?

-Answer me!
-He slept, of course.

Do you think this is a
way to wake me up?

And he still has the
nerve to call this a bed!

I am full of bruises. Look.

Have you seen?

How did you get in?

Pass me the pants?

I carry a cigar in my pocket.

-So, yes?
-Do you take them with you?

I have to go out.

Then he tells my brother

I am naked...!

Like Adam.

Marrano!

Cover up, you creep!

I have nothing but my pajamas.

-But you, where do you come from?
-I don't remember.

Where for Benedetto?

-Which Benedetto?
-Well, the one who was sleeping here.

He has embarked.

We set sail!

Hey, you, the new
guy! Tie up that corporal.

-Which corporal?
-That one over there.

Hey, you, the new guy! Go
forward to the anchor winch.

-Yes, sir.

Quick, I'll start the engine.

Does not go.

-What happened?

Let this old thing still sail!

The winch is not running!

I can't see anything
with so much backlash!

That's how we'll
go down the drain!

What an air! Margherita!

Benedetto has
embarked on the Simeone.

Simeone leaves today.

Lucky I went to the
Navigation Society.

The pension payment will be
withheld from your first paycheck.

Why would he do that? He
seemed like a sensible boy.

Here you go.

Oh, and the other one?

Who is it?

From Livorno.

Livorno, Livorno,
levati di torno.

Now you have really woken me up!

And there is no way
to get back to sleep.

Forgive the "attire".

But it's better than nothing.

Ah, you are the brother!

The head of the premises.

-What are you doing? -What do you want?
-I would like to leave.

But if I don't talk to you,
I can't get my pants on.

All is said and done:
get your rags and get out.

They are not rags.

And be thankful he
doesn't report you.

Me? What have I done?

A guy stops me and asks
me if I want to sleep for free.

And I, of course, say yes.

By the way, how much
does the bed cost?

250 lire plus extras.

Good. I'm staying.

It makes me the price.

But I sleep with 2 pillows.

Paid in advance.
Minimum 10 days.

How so?

What do you think, Miss?

I will pay when I ship.
You give credit to everyone.

Not you.

How punctilious! How hard!

10 days! Who knows
where I will be in 10 days.

Au revoir!

-Take it.
-Margherita!

Take it!

All cities are female.

Livorno is male.

This is Livorno:

from Cuatro Moros to
Plaza de la República;

from the Fosos to
the Rambla Mascagni.

Mascagni...

The intermezzo
of "El amigo Fritz".

Is it music?

It's blood!

Blood that bubbles and sings!

-Bobbe!
-What have you been doing?

I sang! Fifi!

-Here I am!
-Let's go.

Benamino!

Come on, Benamino!

Here I am.

-I go to Placement.
-I'm looking for Rifinelli.

-Is there any work?
-No.

-Is there anything for me?
-No.

-Have you seen Rifinelli?
-No.

Did Rifinelli leave
a message for me?

No.

There is an account of
your father: 24 camparis.

Have you drunk 24 camparis?

No, he has invited people:
Has delusions of grandeur.

Don't tell my brothers.

Beniamino!

-Come, there's work for you.
-They're looking for a waiter.

-There is a steamer carrying garbage!
-A steamer carrying garbage!

Will you echo me?

I'm going to Punta Rossa!

The lighthouse keeper's wife's
TV is broken. I take the boat.

-It is necessary for us.
-And how do I go, swimming?

-What about Benamino?
-To unload coal.

Run, we'll lose our job!

Let's go to the port.

Wait for it!

-Do you have a headache yet?
-No, but it will hurt.

-Giulio, give me something strong.
-Testamon?

No, it doesn't do
anything to me.

-Piradin?
-No.

Is Dolorin in suppositories?
It is more effective.

I have some
wonderful suppositories.

These.

By the way,

yesterday I trusted your father

for 18,000 lire.

Why?

The bust.

-Pig slurry...!
-So I would get cancer!

We are working our asses
off and he buys a corset!

You old fool!

It gives me a headache!

Why don't we give arsenic?

Why does it say 18,000
if the sign says 14,000?

The suspenders
were also desired.

-Dad!
-Old man in a corset!

Look at the way he's wiggling!

What's the fuss?

You have melted
18,000 lire in a corset!

Of course I bought a corset:

I feel confident in
my business with him!

But what business do you have?

The old man is hiding
something from us.

What nonsense has he
come up with this time?

-I am your father!
-Look!

Where are they
going with the boat?

-They steal our garbage, don't they?
-We'll talk about it tonight, father.

Beware of yielding the bust!

Revive yourself
and your siblings!

Go wallow in the garbage!

Instead of giving us studies you
have spent your money on whores.

That's right, your wife!

Your father has fucked
the best women in Europe.

Yes, those of the common market.

They treat me like a
shoe, but they love me well.

They admire me!

-But what are you doing?
-The megaphone!

Fernando, tell my wife that I
have gone by boat to Punta Rossa.

It's far away and
I'll be back late.

Passes under the bridge.

Lower the horns.

Come back, come back!

There's the boat!

They are them.

They are heading
for the Granaiolo.

Who the hell gave
them the information!

-They're early.
-They will talk to the boatswain.

-Hurry up.
-I do what I can.

Watch where they pass!

Come back, come back!

Where are they?

There.

-Speed up!
-We'll find out sooner!

-No, us.
-Go back!

The garbage belongs to
whoever gets there first!

I turn on the second carburetor.

This fucking engine
can't keep up!

Let's go!

-Carriages!
-Buy a new boat!

Come on, we're coming to steam!

Pirates!

We hit them in the
nose. Boatswain's Mate!

After belcanto, the greatest passion
of those from Livorno is punch.

And painting.

Everyone paints,
loaders and doctors.

And they expose it.

The shade of the petals
did not turn out well.

You get better pamporcinos.

-Belamino, let's unload the coal.
-I'm going.

-Good morning, Mr. Drudo.
-Father!

What's wrong with him?
Does he have torticollis?

I have nothing.

You are the most ridiculous of my
children with this painting stupidity.

It's a hobby, Father.

You, at least, respect me.

-And you trust your father.
-Yes, father.

And if your father tells you that he has
a business worth millions in his hands,

who only needs to
recover a sunken ship.

-Do you believe him?
-Yes, yes.

Then put a little
signature on this letter.

My brothers made
me swear on mom!

What you have to hear!

150,000 lire is nothing.

I need them for my diving suit.

They call me.

Thank you! Never mind...

Drudo Parenti will
do it alone... as usual.

-A punch! And you point it out.
-No, sir.

Then, you write it
down in memory.

You have downloaded everything.

And for us, what?

Leave us some grain.

We almost killed ourselves
to get there first. And for what?

Here, the Meloria.

Over there, the unfinished
monument to Constanzo Ciano.

These are the reference points.

Ciano was a great man.

I honor his memory.

Captain Parenti: a dive
is a young person's thing.

I am 20 years old, but not the
decaffeinated 20 years of today,

but the 20 years of when 20 years
was 20 years. 20 years were 20 years.

Not to sow bad omens, Captain,

but whatever happens,
pull the bell rope.

Bevilaqua, stop with the
bourgeois recommendations.

Do you want to teach me?

Do you think an old sailor like me
doesn't know what the alarm rope is?

Hit the pump.

Don't you think that taking a chance
with this bot could get you into trouble?

Botarate or not, before the war
he made important recoveries.

Go down and don't drown.

And no problems at all, I have
the signature of his four children.

He has done well. For me, the
old man doesn't get out of this one.

Mr. Parenti!

Your wife says to
go to the hospital.

Your father has had a stroke.

An attack on father?

What a clown of an old man!

At the cost of doctors!

Benamino!

Benamino, come on in!

-What's the matter?
-Your brothers phoned.

You should run to the hospital:
your father has had a stroke.

An attack?

We have been waiting
for you for an hour.

I know it's late, but you don't
know how tiring it is to row.

They have phoned from Livorno.

Go quickly: your
father has had a stroke.

An attack?

An attack!

He must have provoked him
to make a nuisance of himself!

Back to rowing again!

SILENCE I want to see grandpa!

-How much longer?
-10 minutes.

We are at 2 atmospheres.

Father!

Where is father?

In here, decompressing.

What did you do?

This time he played
the role of a diver.

-Your air bubble burst.
-Excuse me.

Captain.

Captain Parenti.

Captain Parenti!

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Grandfather replied.

Doctor, ask him
how he is feeling.

Can you answer me?

How does it feel?

Quite...

Quite good.

So, if you are quite well,
you'll hear me, father.

This is the last one you do!

This is not the
time to scold you.

It's the last one!

It's nothing, Father.

This is the last one!

My head is exploding!

I'm going to look for a
shipment for the captain!

Yesterday evening,
18,000 of a corset.

Today tomorrow he
plays the role of a diver.

What do you expect, to command
the battleship Andrea Doria?

I'll put him as a waiter on
the first vessel that sails!

I could have been retired
for four months already!

Money for the house, as much as
he needs it. But he doesn't want it!

I don't want to, no...,

because as soon
as I get my pension,

I am accepted at
the Navy Asylum.

And you know it.

You want to send me to the
asylum, you sons of bitches!

A man with two fingers in
front is not pension meat!

Drudo Parenti is
in his best years.

And capable of remaking itself
as many times as necessary!

Yes, Father.

You tell him.

Tell him why you risked
your life this morning.

Thinking of your well-being.

You have found a shipwreck,

Maybe a cruise.

Say it, father.

Is it true, Father?

What was underwater?

Say, what was downstairs?

The cunt that bore you!

There was a rock,
a ship-shaped rock.

What fault do I have that God
amuses himself by playing jokes.

That he sculpted it

with its bow, its anchor
and even its porthole.

I can't stand it! I'm leaving!

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

I am Bevilacqua.

Do you know me? I
deal with recoveries.

-How is your father?
-Fine.

Pleased to meet you.

He spoke to me about
business this morning.

I have a letter signed by you.

-A letter?
-Here it is.

-150,000 lire!
-You filthy dog!

Who signed this letter?

Answer!

Good evening, Giulio.
Prepare this recipe for me.

I have heard.
How is your father?

Good. Locked in the
decompression chamber.

Bobbe is the one who is wrong.

-He is again with meningitis.
-I'm sorry...

Tell me something,

does this mole poison
work well with people?

Goodbye, I'm leaving.

Goodbye, Margherita.
Don't forget me.

Think of me when
you have nothing.

Be good! Goodbye!

Watch,

breakfast with butter.

Just like a pig!

Look at that kitchen!

3 months! How
could I have lasted?

What teeth! I clean
them with detergent.

Margheritina! Margheritona!

God, what a pigsty! What a mess!

The best room, where we didn't go in
because we didn't want to make a mess.

Check it out!

Keep it. And fold it well, eh?

Butts for everything!

It's not my glitter that
wets the pillowcase,

it is your sheath that
absorbs my glitter.

What a way of reasoning!

A criminal!

And this, what will it be?

Selfish to the point
of delinquency!

And deceitful.
Above all, deceitful.

A pig!

But it's over.

Here we want order
and cleanliness.

I should have realized

from the first night.

A rooster's step that made
the whole house creak.

Patron, the door is
locked. How do I get out?

Ah, you open the door!

This is like hell: Getting
in is easy, but getting out...

Trust the customers, eh?

Gee, key: back to the warmth.

I was not out of it at all.

Presumptuous! Who
did he think he was?

As if he were God
and I were a whore.

So sink in your boat!

Make him forget it, Holy Virgin!

I go crazy and I don't know
what I'm saying to myself.

I ask this as a grace:
make me forget.

-Who?
-Livorno.

What a silence!

There is no one.

She stays home alone.

Do you want to? No!

It's good, they are
fried with butter.

A poor sailor must make do.

Close the door and
the plaster comes off.

I bet...

Go ahead.

I knew it: the shoes on the bed.

What a lack of education.

You are all the same.

You could put a
newspaper underneath.

What would I have done
if I hadn't put them in?

What?

Shoes on the bed.

What if I had placed
the newspaper?

What excuse would
you have come up with

to come here with me?

You filthy pig!

You scoundrel!

You like it, huh?

Don't run away, eh.

Coming!

Take it!

Your beds are hard,
but it doesn't matter.

Put them on the chair
and fold them well.

Very good.

Ven.

One, two, three.

Be good. Sit down.

What's wrong? Are
you a virgin, at your age?

A whole life thrown
away in an instant.

But what had life given me?

Nothing but dirty beds
and rooms to clean.

You're as white as a
potato, but appetizing.

And he

did you want me to

or not?

I would give anything to know.

Margheritina. Margheritone.

What's behind the door in the
hallway that you always keep closed?

May I see it?

-No.
-Why?

It is the best room.

What's in it? I bet you
kill the customers there.

How well we would sleep in it.

I know. Last night you were
waiting for me. But I couldn't.

You make me sleep
with three other people.

If you could put me
in the good room...

In the good room
everything is different.

Let's stop with the subterfuge.

-Yes.
-Let's be calm.

We are doing very well here.

Who is there?

Who is it?

Who is it?

-Nobody.
-What do you mean, nobody?

I had forgotten about it.

-Who brought him here?
-He is an old friend.

Almost family.

If you knew his story, you
would feel sorry for him.

His four children,
how ungrateful,

with the excuse that it is rare,

has been kicked
out of the house.

And then he has come
to Genoa to look for a ship,

or an ocean liner,
to act as captain.

He had been sleeping on a
station bench for three nights.

I told him he could
not come here,

because my situation
was somewhat complicated,

And he: "Don't worry,
I sleep like a rock".

You see. He's right.

Margherita, where are
you going with the sheet?

Get out! Get your
rags out of here.

Maintained is not
enough, I have kept of kept.

-Get out!
-I'm leaving!

With education!

Get out of here fast! Air!

This is a violation of domicile!

And you, dear Mrs.
Margheritina, Margheritona, listen:

Whoever has a guilty conscience
does not bring his ass close to the fire.

Get out!

And if you come back, I will
denounce you. You and the other one.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Are you closed?
-Yes, Mr. Oreste.

As today is my birthday,

I have allowed myself
to bring you flowers.

They are pink.

It would have been better to
celebrate by paying 3 weeks' rent.

I spent everything on flowers.

Shall we throw them away, then?

What an idea!

Throw them away after
having paid for them!

So, we don't throw them away?

-Give me water!
-I'll do it.

Enter and close.

Are you still angry

for yesterday? I
brought you the roses!

Damn you!

On the table.

-What does it mean?
-Tonight you pay my brother.

I don't like this situation.

Fair enough, I was upset too.

Besides, everything
stays at home.

Stupid!

Give him the money,
to get away for 6 days!

And me, waiting for it!

Not going to sleep?

It is 11 o'clock, and
with the light given.

I am back.

You're already telling
me where you've been.

You have melted the
money, haven't you?

Yes.

Where have you been?

If you get like
that, I won't tell you!

You've been with whores!

That's why you don't tell me.

Yes.

That's right.

Enough stories! Let's talk.

Genoa. Genoa-Livorno.

I have been to my mother's.

Poor old woman.
She was 70 years old.

It's over.

And couldn't you have
said so before you left,

instead of disappearing
just like that?

To have said "I'm
going to Mom's".

and I would have
paid for your trip.

I didn't want you to pay for it!

Why?

-How did you pay for it?
-With your money.

I was so looking
forward to coming back!

You know? In Livorno I got into a fight
with someone who was badmouthing you.

-From me, in Livorno?
-In Livorno?

Did I say Livorno?
No, in Genoa, I meant!

Here, no. Let's go
to the good room.

Here is my friend the captain.

I've noticed that you don't find
it funny that I'm in front of you.

Better in your room.

Let's be clear: something like
this must never happen again.

No.

-Are they requisitioned suitcases?
-We are poor.

We live off this pension.

Honey!

-Son of a bitch!
-Are you crazy?

We are poor... We
have only this pension...

Many do not pay...

I know very well: Giustina,
Simeone, Musetta, Oreste.

Yes, one of the
vessels is called Oreste.

You and your
brother own 5 ships.

Old, all right, but
they are afloat.

Yours is a good invention: accommodating
seafarers awaiting embarkation.

You take all their money

and when they run out

make them sign a letter.

A letter that you will deduct from
their first pay on one of your ships.

Very smart.

Whose idea was it?

From you or your brother?

Or both?

I have never seen
thieves like you.

If you die

I call Oreste and we take
him with the car on board.

A disgrace in the engine room.

May she come to her
senses, Holy Virgin.

What a female you are!

But I knew it was over.

Like to the placement office,
three days later, they all came

in search of a shipment.

I am not a
shipowner. Be patient.

-I also want to embark.
-I don't know anything.

I decided then that I should
quit and bought him a suit.

It's just a little short for me. This
year they are wearing them long.

I know it's your parting gift.

But what can I do.

Do you know, Margherita,
that I have never owned a suit?

Not even at First
Communion, which I never did.

How beautiful!

More so when I wear it.

Thank you.

-Shall I wear it?
-No.

No jokes tonight.

I close my mouth.

What do you want me to
bring you when I get back?

A cat?

Would you like to?

A kitten.

Why, that face?

I'm leaving, but not forever.

You know better than I do.

Your old junk can't
make long trips.

A few weeks, and I'm here.

No?

Why not?

Because it doesn't.

I know: you don't want me to come
back so I don't ruin your business.

What are you doing?
Why are you biting me?

You are locked
up. Are you a dog?

Fuck, blood!

Look how it looks. It sucks my blood
and leaves a mark on my shoulder.

Yes, look. No, eau
de cologne burns me.

First you bite me like a
dog and then.... Ouch!

I wanted to make
a mark on you too.

And this one fits you,

like the one you
have left in me.

You are a real woman!

Benedetto!

Joy of your mother!

All tires to port!

-Come on!
-Yes, right away!

-Are they your sisters?
-Yes, with my mother.

That's Nedda.

She is the youngest.
She is 13 years old.

13 years old! The oldest, 23.

Whenever I arrive in Messina I
am always expected at the dock.

All together they
will weigh half a ton.

When my father died
they weighed 200 kilos.

300 kilos have gained
weight with my work!

With the amount of bread a
woman has to eat to gain 300 grams!

Hard to port! Back!

Let's go! Ready to
bring the cape ashore!

They lower the boat. Wait.

Attention!

I lead the line ashore.

-Hurry up.
-I'm here.

Benedetto!

We disembarked immediately.

-Everything all right at home? Anything new?
-Ricuzza has promised.

Hurry up, I have
prepared a special meal.

Wait for me. I will go with a
friend, the porter on board.

He is Sardinian.
His name is Albino.

Hurry up. We have
a lot to tell you.

-Did you tell him?
-Yes, hurry up.

Enrica also got engaged.
Now there are three left.

You can handcuff
yourself to the little one.

What a break for me.

-Let's see if I like it.
-Maleducado!

-Listen to the Sunday bells.
-Yes, the bells.

-Is he a military man?
-No, from the Italian Navy.

Today it is here and tomorrow
goodbye very goodbye.

-Do you at least know him?
-He is an honest young man.

-Blondie.
-What, blondie!

Have you at least
talked about marriage?

-No, but he intends to... -I mean it!
-The intention!

You talk to him, you're
the man of the house.

Complications, always.
Whenever I go home.

I am away for four months
and ...., I don't talk to anyone!

At this time of
day, stop at the bar.

-But, do you intend to...?
-Yes.

Go home. I'll catch
up with you later.

-What is the name of your blond?
-Verzolin Giuseppe.

Come on, soon. Let's
make the house nice for him.

-One egg marsala. Double.
-Good.

-Verdolin Giuseppe?
- 01:06:21,896
And I am the brother
of Miss Lo Russo Enrica.

And I am the brother of
Mrs. Giuseppa, Peppa!

-I want to talk to you.
-With me?

Thank you.

Nedda.

I am a wretch!

I should cry! Ilusa!

Deluded and foolish.

I didn't even know who you were.

How could he not remember. Three
times he has looked at me in the street.

And he said to me golden circle.
How could he not remember!

He did not remember!

Don't be angry, son.

It's a beautiful Sunday.
Be quiet at home.

Will I be able to eat
this soup in peace?

-What's wrong with you?
-Nothing, son. Nothing.

She's a little upset. You
know how Mariangela is.

-Why?
-Her fiancé, Salvatore Turrita....

Handsome!

-Railroad employee.
-With a beautiful house.

-An ideal match.
-What happened?

-He has broken his engagement.
-Why is he breaking it off?

-He broke it.
-I don't know.

You talk to him, you're
the man of the house.

Ah! Break! You don't
know! Man of the house!

What other misfortunes have happened?
At least tell me all of them together.

There are no more
misfortunes, my son. Only joys.

For example, Nedda
has received a gift.

-It's gold.
-Swiss!

-Whose?
-Don Salvatore.

Who?

-Don Salvatore Spina.
-Why did he give it to you?

Go to the fountain
for water, Nedda.

-See.
-Yes.

You know him. You know
who Don Salvatore is.

It has 6 houses
and a steam oven.

She was widowed a year ago.

He's a young man of
45, you understand?

He has a daughter the
same age as Nedda.

He is very affectionate. Every day
he goes to pick her up from school.

-I explain...
-What do you explain?

First he sent me a gift,
a sweet from his oven.

Then he came
personally and spoke out.

Madam, to me, Madam
Rosaria, he says to me,

Nice, Nedda, isn't she,
and me, Beautiful, yes.

And he, Grow, and I, Grow, grow.

And he, I wait a couple
of years, I watch it grow,

I take her, I instruct her as
a wife should be instructed

and if she keeps her
promise, I'm marrying her.

And then he laughs and says:

Mrs. Rosaria, a
fiancée's ring is too much,

let's leave it at a little
watch as a promise.

You can see how serious it is:

Before giving her the watch, he sent Nedda
to a professor specializing in X-rays.

Heart, lungs, liver, everything!

-And what does Nedda say?
-Nothing. She doesn't know.

It's the first time... She is
a friend of the daughter...

He takes her to the
movies on Sunday,

For the time being, it's
all as before: it's still small.

Don't you agree?

What do you want me
to say? Young is not,

but youth is not eaten.

-What do you say?
-I...

Quiet, here it comes.

I'm back. Fresca fresca.

-How heavy it is!
-It was nothing.

I am so sorry!

-I'm going to see the traitor bridegroom.
-So soon?

You wait for me.

Get into my bed
and rest in my place.

I am leaving. Good
morning and thank you.

-What a character!
-He is Sardinian.

Thank you, brother.

Mom! Tell her.

By the way, talk to
Filippo, Carmelina's fiancé.

-Also?
-Two words about the trousseau.

-What trousseau?
-Carmelina has no trousseau.

-She says there's no wedding trousseau.
-Shut up, silly!

Nothing, they had an argument,
an unpleasant scene in the square.

But nothing of importance. You talk
to him, you're the man of the house.

-Be nice and respectful.
-Good. Let's go.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rosaria. Rest
assured, you are in good hands.

-Yours sincerely, ma'am.
-Happy Sunday.

This is hell!

I'm going to buy some peanuts.

Hurry up, the bus
is already here.

Roto! Why are you
breaking the engagement?

Two months after the marriage.
How does she look now?

Why, broken?

-If I break this glass....
-No, Benedetto, no!

I break it because I break it.

But why do I break
it? Why do I break it?

If you could give me a
reason, a justification.

My son has his reasons.

-It's better if I don't tell you.
-Why not?

-That you wanted to deceive her?
-You bastard!

Answer, traitor!

Let's go to the police station!

It is not that either.

Broken, broken! It almost
broke my glassware!

I tell you no more than this:

I will marry your sister if
Carmine takes back what he said.

and I get proof
that it was a lie.

-What did he say?
-Find out.

-Find out.
-Which Carmine is it?

Carmine Alicata, the anforero. He
has brought shame to honest people.

-You mean the amphora man?
-Yes, the anforero.

-What do you think?
-It's the same.

Catania has scored!

-Excuse me.
-Where are you going?

For a glass of water.

A glass of ice water, please.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

-What do you want from me?
-Nothing!

I must tell you something.
Something you've never been told

-and you absolutely must know.
-Shut up, they're watching us.

She's a real witch!
When I'm her mother...

-What did you want to tell me?
-You know all about it.

-What?
-That the old man intends to marry you.

-That's right.
-But it's old.

Only an old man can be rich.

-Nedda, who is that?
-No one.

Listen, start the
music. Let's go.

Nedda.

What do you want?
Nice, the concert, huh?

But what do you want?

Listen... If a man...
younger than him...

within 3 years he would
become almost as rich as he is...

for example... chief
engineer... would you prefer it?

-What are you doing, Nedda?
-Me? -Nothing.

Would you prefer it?

-I'm tired. Let's sit down.
-There's no room.

Watch your feet.

There is no peace of mind.

-Permission.
-Other.

Carmine!

-Are you coming with us?
-Id.

-Carmine Alicata?
-Yes.

Do you know Mariangela Lo Russo?

Angelenetta, of course!

I am his brother.

What are those shapes?

We will teach you education.

Coming to play the braggart
in an honorable circle!

-What are you doing here?
-Me? -Nothing. And you?

Nothing, either. She's a whore.

Irredeemably slutty.
What a Sunday!

And now I have to find...
the one in the trousseau.

Yes, I would prefer it.

Here. In 3 years you
bring it to me if you are rich.

I'll tell him I lost it. He
will buy me another one.

I must go now.

Those lights are from Reggio.

And those?

Villa San Giovanni e
Reggio. Beyond, Stretto.

Although the sea is so big,
it is crossed in a short time.

I must go. Goodbye.

Remember to wind it
every night at the same time.

-To whom, starving?
-You.

-Me?
-Starving.

-Miserable!
-Animal son of a...

-You bastard!
-In bed.

-With whom?
-With Filippo Arcudi.

-He also came home this Sunday.
-Play.

Ercolino Giuseppe is me.

Get in!

Be careful!

Slowly, because the
wine is getting sour.

What are you doing? Are you taking
the first officer and the captain with you?

-Where are you taking them?
-Investigations.

-But we must leave.
-You leave.

The freighter is due to
depart tonight for Genoa.

You can do it.

If the officers are arrested,
what are we going to do?

Am I wrong or are
they taking the captain?

We have stumbled
upon a pirate ship.

We are ruined!

The captain and the first
officer have been arrested.

We are serious people!
Do not involve the crew.

But what a crew! What
do we do with the cargo?

You have heard the authority:
the ship can leave now.

-And how: without a captain?
-With no engineer officer?

That's 4 million in goods!

That's 4 million fine
for each day of delay!

Calm down, calm down!

There is a ship, a
captain and... sailors.

I hire the sailors and
deal with the shipowners.

A machine assistant!

-She's leaving now.
-Me!

Machinist, me!

Make way! First class!

Stay tuned!

Trombetti Efisio, first class
machinist, at your service.

-Okay.
-One moment.

"Disembarked August
15 for indiscipline."

It is a misunderstanding, sir: pure
envy of a bad boatswain's mate.

Unimportant.

"6 months suspension
for abandon ship."

Involuntary, sir.

I was kidnapped by
a Turkish corvette.

A terrible event, it
was in the newspapers.

-Didn't you read it?
-This guy doesn't convince me.

Mr. Drudo, don't be so
meticulous. Come on, get on board!

-A deckhand.
-Me! -Me!

-I have 5 children! -And I have 7!
-I have 8! -I have 9!

Silence!

Life you are leaving little by little,
Deign to take notice of this madman.

You serve me!

Loosen the line! All ahead
starboard! Loosen the winch moorings!

You, I said to loosen up!

Watch the maneuver!

Follow the instructions
well, you bastards!

Full speed ahead!

Look at him. Doesn't he
look like a real captain?

Why, is it false?

All hands to the bow! Attention!

No. What's wrong
with you? I mean...

-Mr. Parenti, what are you doing?
-I ask the way.

Do you detect any leaks?

Evaporation.

180 barrels. No news.

-Hey, you!
-What do you want?

If you want, let's eat.

The moment the navigator longed for, was the
same as the one the commander longed for. (Li)

The clowns, in the
circus. Ten to starboard.

Mr. Drudo, let's eat.

We will have a magnificent trip.

-If the wind doesn't pick up.
-What wind?

That one.

It is wind that will
weaken, sailor.

In a quarter of an hour,
only a breeze will be left of it.

Would the gentlemen honor me
with their presence at my table?

-Very honest, but we cannot.
-We eat little, very little.

We will eat a piece
of bread out here.

-Don't insist.
-For me...

You stay here and keep
watch. We're going on deck.

I had a sauce made with
ginger and lots of pepper.

They would not appreciate
it. Besides, we will be wider.

No. We won't be, son.

-I'll be me.
-How, will I be?

Because a captain can't
eat with a petty officer.

Unfortunately, there is a seafaring
hierarchy, a tradition to be respected.

Hierarchy, tradition... There
is no problem between us.

Not between us, of course: it's because
of the crew, who keep an eye on us.

That's why this "Mr. Drudo" that you call
me that you always call me is a little...

Call me "Captain".

I can even call you
"Admiral". I don't mind. Enjoy.

-Bless, Lord...
-She is going to lay the egg.

this ship and these foods.

-Is it good?
-What did you put in this sauce?

-Gunpowder.
-Abrasa.

And what do you want?
There were no grits.

-A little wine at least.
-We have plenty of wine.

-With pepper, eh?
-No.

What's up?

The crew would like, as is
tradition, to toast to your health.

No way. It's all
counted and sealed.

Please note that a
carafe has broken.

-It can happen, can't it?
-But it hasn't happened.

-Permission.
-No pushing.

I have asked permission.

I don't care about
wine. I am a teetotaler.

But those three lice
have caught my thirst.

Sorry.

How come your
breath smells like wine?

Quiet. Slowly.

This one is good,
although too sweet.

I don't dislike this one,
but it has a bitter point.

This one is foamy. It would
spray the sea around it.

Ven.

-This one.
-Why?

-Because he's on top.
-Of course. It will be better.

What are you doing? Careful.

It must be done with care. Look.

The tape is moved and the
hole is drilled underneath.

The hole is then closed

with a wax plaster
and tighten the tape.

Hold it. Wait.

Go ahead.

Place the can underneath.

-Here it is.
-Fuck, how great!

-Come on, come on.
-Here we are.

Attention, it's already mana!

Let me try it.

-What happened?
-The vintner fell down.

Santa Rosalia! What
happened? What is this? Thieves!

Silence!

But what's up?
Here I am, brother!

-What happened?
-The wine!

-Thieves, murderers!

Watch what you say! Freeze!

It can't always be there with your
finger. With wax I would close the hole.

Thief!

Petty Officer! What is it?

It is nothing, Mr. Drudo, I mean,
Captain. Nothing of importance.

-Go back to bed.
-A barrel of Corvo is nothing?

Nothing, we wanted to
fill only 2 cans for the crew.

You call this 2 cans?

-A theft on my boat!
-But what theft, or theft?

If you're saying that to give
satisfaction to these two lice, okay,

-but if you're serious?
-More than serious!

I apologize on behalf of the ship
and the owners for this rogue crew.

Excuses! Damage!
An emptied barrel!

Damages will be paid by Captain
Parenti, who is a real gentleman.

Better said: a megalomaniac.

As for you, I will record
it in the ship's log.

The wind has
changed, as I predicted.

Nine times eight?

Looking for the spot with this sea!
We are near Procida and Capo Miseno.

Don't you see the lights of
the coast and the lighthouse?

Captain Parenti
does not sail by eye.

Captain Parenti begins
to break the earrings.

-What?
-Look at the barometer.

It was just to say something.

Pozzuoli is 6 miles away.
Let's take refuge there.

Fleeing for a swell?
Let's move on.

-Can't you see that ábrego is up?
-Abrego?

Mistral.

Always forward! And
increase 10 revolutions.

Fuck!

Hold the line. Let's
move, the sea is swelling.

I'm going aft.

So that this
captain gets cancer!

Fucking hell, at
sea in this weather!

Sea conditions are very
bad. Take shelter quickly.

We were unable
to establish contact.

-Get out of the way!
-The radio says...

-What does the radio say about the weather?
-That a typhoon is brewing.

-He says a typhoon is brewing.
-Santa Rosalia!

What's new?

-Typhoon.
-Fuck!

-All tied up?
-But what do you want to tie up with this sea?

Fucking shit!

We would already be
in the port of Pozzuoli!

Then there is danger. What
about our merchandise?

What does it do?

Drink cognac!

Hey! Drink!

And don't pass it on
to the winemakers.

What does the radio say?

We are the only ones who
sail the entire Tyrrhenian Sea.

The mother who gave birth to the
bumbler! Where is he? Get out of the way!

Do you want us all to go under?

Let's look for port.

There is still time.

Make sure that the
load is not damaged.

-Everyone has taken refuge!
-I do not take refuge.

-I'll kick the shit out of you.
-And I'll throw you in jail.

Executioner!

I have appointed you captain and
as I appointed you I depose you!

Too late: Have
thought about it before.

You filthy pig! I'll
call Margherita.

As if you phone the sunflowers.

On board, the captain commands, who is the
despot, the dictator. I can have you handcuffed.

Is that so? Then handcuff
me to these winemakers.

We were in a hurry to deliver the
cargo. But if we are really in danger,

let us take refuge
like the others.

Captain Parenti is calm. He knows what
he is doing. He is not an old fuddy-duddy.

Captain Parenti tells them
that if the others take shelter,

he is going to break
the crossing record.

The sinking record.

-And the sea will close over us.
-I think we should take shelter.

But what's out there? a tip?

What are you doing on the
bridge? Everybody on watch?

Each to his place and forward!

As for the petty officer,
he's a little nervous,

take him out of here and
make him a chamomile tea.

You guys go rest easy,

that its cargo will arrive in Genoa
as a gift from the Risorgimento.

Let's go.

Drop the load!

Throw the deck cargo into
the sea, or else we'll sink.

Pour it all into the water!

To sea with the cargo!

At last he orders
something right!

Onward, before it's too late! To
the sea with the Sicilians' cargo!

-And how do we do it?
-Take the axes.

Here, go forward.
You, starboard.

What a wind!

Hold on tight!

Stop the ribbons on the barrels!

Break the barrels!

The wine must end up in the sea.

What did he say? The
wine, in the sea? No!

Murderers! Freeze, criminals!

It's an emergency!

To the fish!

Murderers! Oak barrels...

Such a high load
causes imbalance!

Santa Rosalia! Vomita.

Our wine!

What are you doing,
drinking? I'll try it too.

Good.

Strong.

It's rough, huh?

Let's hunt another one!

Cut the ropes.

Drink.

Our wine!

-It's an emergency.
-What?

An emergency!

Please, will you
tighten my life jacket?

Fuck!

Let's drink, we may die.

Giosué Carducci:
"Hymn to Satan".

To you, O Being of
absolute principle,

spirit and matter.

Listen to my black song.

I call upon you, O Satan,
king of the banquet.

The hunter of the forest

while hunting,

found a graceful and
beautiful shepherd girl

that under the veil...

In the name of the
Italian People, this Court

having regard to the conclusions of the
proceedings in the civil action for damages

brought by the company "Vini Pregiati
Esportazione". "Vini Pregiati Esportazione".

owned by the
Castelluzzo Brothers,

with registered and
legal seat in Messina,

jointly with Sociedad Anónima
de Navegación Cambiasso y Cía,

with legal seat in Genoa and
against Captain Parenti Drudo,

rejects the thesis put
forward by the Defense

about the captain's
semi-mental illness.

-You wanted to make a fool of me.
-Silence!

... semi-mental illness. The
evidence has been studied,

I would have given it to him.

...heard the witnesses and read
the conclusions of the investigation,

condemn the
aforementioned Drudo Parenti

to pay the costs
of the proceedings

and to a settlement of damages
in the amount of 1,300,000 lire.

It doesn't seem like
a special day to me.

Beniamino, we
were waiting for you.

-What are so many people doing here?
-They are friends.

This is the poet. You know him, don't
you? He knows all of D'Annunzio by heart.

-Oh Genoa, I invoke thee....
-Bravo.

-Where is father?
-Upstairs.

It costs 2,000 lire per head.

-Where do we put the luggage?
-We'll get it later.

This is Oreste, Beniamino.

The one with the
pension, you know?

Don't the two of us
have a score to settle?

No.

Why, all these people?

He is the patron of the boarding house. These
days I am not in it because of delicacy.

There it is.

Where did you find this aunt?

What are we waiting for,
guys? I'm already prepared.

Here is Mr. Drudo,
fresh as a daisy.

Who talked about sending him to the
asylum. I would send her to the military.

They are all there. Look, the poet. With that
memory for D'Annunzio, Carducci and ... who else?

-Stecchetti.
-Stecchetti, that.

When under the damp
earth you lie forgotten

-and the cross of the Lord on your tomb.......
-Enough.

I said to myself, "If Mr. Drudo
goes looking for that famous lawyer,

Why not all go together?"

-...in your pestilent and empty eyes...
-Enough. Don't insist anymore.

Taking advantage of the fact that we are all
going, we thought we would celebrate with a meal.

Yes... But business
first. Fun, later.

-Now, let's go to that lawyer.
-That's the way it should be. Let's go.

I am one of those who
never do anything foolish,

without taking advantage of it.

Yes this lawyer, a true prince of
the forum, has invited me to his villa,

is because he knows
what he is up to.

And to the vintners, not only will I not give
them a lira, but I will ask for moral damages.

-Who laughs best now?
-The last one.

1,200,000 lire they demand from
me, 1,200,000 lire they will give me.

I will deliver 100,000 to the lawyer
and keep the other 1,100,000.

-which, together with the 38,000 of the pension...
-You will be able to dedicate yourself to rest.

No way!

With 1,200,000 lire is
Drudo Parenti going to rest?

-No... I was joking.
-Shut your mouth!

I'll punch you! What
he said is not bad either.

-Sorry, father, I'm a little nervous.
-That's all right.

Follow us. We are close now.

We'll stop at the square, okay?

-Here we are.
-Shall we leave the cars here?

Is it raining?

But he fled Tyrrhenian in!

-It's cold.
-No.

Good woman, where
does Attorney Salivetto live?

(Speaks in dialect.)

-I know, father.
-More on that later.

Won't you have another seizure?

No. I know him well.
He has a sense of humor.

Isn't it a wonderful day? It's raining
as soon as the sun comes out.

Guys, there are too many of us.

In the meantime, I am going to talk to
the lawyer in the company of my children,

the others will go to the
restaurant to order food.

And if the sun comes out,
let them prepare it outdoors.

-Of course the sun must rise!
-Give me the folder, you.

Here it is. Go to the lawyer.

-We are in front of your house.
-Is this the villa?

-It seems a little strange to me.
-No way.

Enough is enough.

Let me do the talking, boys. Don't
make me look bad, as you usually do.

-I'm telling you. I can't take it anymore.
-No.

Don't piss me off. Don't
you dare interrupt my speech.

-And, above all, no blasphemy.
-No.

NAVY ASYLUM

-You'd better go in, father.
-The pension is linked to this.

You can't be with us, we
swore to mother when we died.

Nobody gives us credit anymore.

We are in all the red books.

And with all the trouble you've
caused, you can't work anymore.

I even had to promise the parish
priest that I would get the job.

to have confirmed my children.

You'll be just fine,
Father. You eat well.

This is a paradise. Inside there is a vegetable
garden cultivated by the old people themselves.

-Are you stupid?
-No.

I had an uncle here who was
wonderful. He died two years ago.

I wish I could come in, Mr. Parenti.
To live peacefully, without worries.

You, Father, are
not a normal person.

You are a euthanasia parent.

If we kill him,
we are acquitted.

We will come to see you often.
With the car. What more do you want?

Besides, how much rope
can you have left? A year?

Two? Three? Four?
Four years at the most.

Cheer up, then, and in you go.

In short.

Who would have thought that Drudo Parenti
would end his days in a nursing home!

But, my children,
I curse you first:

To you, your children and your
wives. May cancer come to all of you!

Second:

That you dare not
come to see me,

because I'll kick you out or shoot
you with a shotgun from the window.

Third:

I disinherit you.

And as for the silver service
that your wife likes so much

You send it to
me here, I'll use it!

I don't need
companions. I go alone.

Wait a moment. Here, Oreste,
you can speak to the director.

They will give you a good room.

Oreste can catch it with the lid
of a pot. I'll talk to the director.

Father.

What's up?

I brought you a
package. Four little things.

A T-shirt, a transistor, a pipe.

Accept this, at least.

Oh, Beniamino.

Father!

Screw it!

Hey, guys!

What do you do in
the sun, like old men?

From now on, you change
your life. You are happy, you live!

The one who dies is an asshole.

We will bring aunts!

The director!

Let's see, where
is the director?

Go tell the director that here
he is Drudo Parenti, Captain!

Subs. by David