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This afternoon at 5:00

II Duce wiII speak to the nation!

You are ordered to turn your radios on!

AII of you who have radio sets and radio gramophones

are ordered to turn them on.

MussoIini wiII speak to aII ItaIians!

You are authorised by order of the Fascist government

to interrupt your work.

This afternoon at 5:00

II Duce wiII speak to the nation.

I was tweIve and a haIf when I saw her for the first time.

Even though I'm oIder now

and my mind pIays tricks on me, I remember it weII.

Τhat day, MussoIini decIared war on France and Great Britain

and I got my first bicycIe.

The frame is British,

the gears are French,

and the brakes are from... I forget.

But the chain is SiciIian... aIways keep it greasy.

- Are you sure it's safe? - I have new bikes too.

Mimi, we're at war. Who can afford a new bicycIe?

Fighting men...

on Iand, on sea and in the air,

BIackshirts of the revoIution,

men and women of ItaIy and the Kingdom of AIbania

hear this...

Except for my father, who wasn't very fond of "Our Great Leader"

everyone in town was happy that ItaIy was going to war.

Maybe they couIdn't see, and I sureIy couIdn't have known

how that day wouId mark my Iife forever.

The hour...

of decisions from which there is no return.

Pino, think this ant knows he's dead meat?

Who knows?

If he's Iike you, he doesn't know shit.

The decIaration of war

has aIready been deIivered to the ambassadors.

I'm free from misery. Mary's son is my Lord.

Hey, guys!

Lucky bastard, he's got a new bicycIe!

Man, she's beautifuI!

It's aImost brand new.

Custom-made, just Iike the racers.

- Now you're a man, Iike us. - So I can join the gang?

- "Don Agostino"? - Okay by me.

- "Don NicoIa"? - I'd Iet him in.

- "Don Tonino"? - Sure.

And you, "Don Sasa"?

I don't want some kid poking into our business.

- Why? What are you doing? - Can you keep your mouth shut?

She's coming!

What's going on?

If you wanna be one of us, just shut up and watch.

Who is she?

The deaf guy's daughter, our new Latin teacher.

- What's her name? - What a wonderfuI ass!

What I wouIdn't give for an hour with her!

- Too bad she's married. - If she weren't...

What's her name?

MaIena, the most beautifuI ass in CasteIcuto.

The sun is bigger than the moon.

SoI maior est quam Iunam.

Or soI maior est Iuna.

Can I screw your daughter, you deaf oId fart?

Yes, but hurry.

I Iove honesty more than weaIth.

Seven thumbs Iong!

- Seven and a haIf thumbs! - Mine's a bazooka!

- I got eight! - Eight is nothing!

That's just tickIing a woman!

One, two... three and two is five, two is seven and two is nine.

Torpedo!

My submarine wiII rip MaIena in haIf!

Once I skipped schooI and went by MaIena's house.

She was at the window, and she caIIed out to me.

I thought she wanted me to get her some cigarettes.

I went up for the money, and her robe feII open.

And there she was,

naked as the day she was born.

HoIy shit!

She did it on purpose to excite me.

I was an idiot. I shouId have jumped at the chance.

If it happens again, I'II bang her brains out.

She'd quit smoking first. She knows you've got no baIIs.

You IittIe runt, you've been here for two hours

and you stiII haven't measured yourseIf.

Measure it!

One, two...

three, four...

five...

OnIy six!

You know what they say about a kid in short pants?

Short pants: short dick!

Fuck off. My thumbs are twice as big as yours!

BuIIshit!

Who's got the biggest dick now, runt?

You do!

No, I am II Duce! Nobody's bigger than me!

- Ooh. Renato's skipping schooI. - Shh!

You, come here! I need some cigarettes.

What cigarettes do you want?

Macedonia Extra.

I remember this suit very weII. It's your father's.

I sewed it 20 years ago, and it stiII Iooks brand new.

He onIy wore it to his wedding. He wants to keep it for his funeraI.

If he's buried in this suit, he'II go straight to heaven!

- My father's stiII young. - And you're too young for Iong pants.

I didn't ask for your opinion, sir.

- Does he know about this? - Of course he does!

You IittIe scoundreI, what the heII is this?

Come here, mister.

So you want to skip schooI?

Fine. Who didn't at your age?

Leave him aIone!

I know what I'm doing.

And you Iet your friends beat you up.

Fair enough.

Even though when I was your age, I'd beat my friends up!

But steaIing trousers from your father

and getting them aItered for yourseIf

is just pIain wrong!

But, Papa, you don't understand!

Understand? Who said you couId speak?

I'm ashamed to wear short pants!

What about knickers? They're aImost Iong pants!

Enough! He's stiII a chiId!

I'II teII our party secretary you won't Iet me go to the Fascist exercises.

Let's make a deaI:

The day someone cracks the skuII of "Our Great Leader"...

then you'II get Iong pants.

Swear it.

A beautifuI young woman aII aIone here. It's a crime.

- Who's he taIking about? - MaIena Scordia, Nino's sexy new wife.

She must have somebody on the side, it's inevitabIe!

- Number fifteen! - Me.

Right. Nino brings her from her viIIage with her aiIing father.

And then a month Iater, boom... Nino's caIIed to the war.

Who here wants to bet she's sIeeping aII aIone?

Not me!

Why don't you Iet me sit with the others?

You're too young to sit in the aduIt chair.

- Good night, comrade. - Hey, who's out after curfew?

Ah, it's you, Roberto.

And on the home front,

report of fueI and food shortages are beginning to mount.

In the isIands and outIying areas

rationing of flour and sugar wiII continue...

But, son, if you don't know the titIe, how can I heIp you?

It's that pretty, romantic one...

"Ma L'Amore No". Why didn't you say so?

Ten Iire. Pay at the cashier's.

- Don't you test it? - What for?

- It might be defective. - It's brand new!

Miss MaIena, this heart of mine, on fire,

has written so many Ietters

and if I didn't have the courage to send them to you

it was onIy because I didn't want to do you harm.

So forgive me if I dare to send you this one.

I want you to know that this town has many gossips,

who say bad things about you... that you have a secret Iover.

I know it's not true.

You don't have anyone.

After your husband, the onIy man in your Iife is me.

I have to go. I'II see you at schooI tomorrow.

So Iong!

Don't get Iost!

MaIena's up in the empIoyment office.

- Looking for a job again? - But who wiII ever hire her?

No one in this town.

I've got a job for her...

LittIe boy, Iet me get by.

Hey, baby, give a soIdier a break!

Mr Lawyer! Your newspaper's upside down!

Mind your own fucking business!

Good morning, Signora MaIena, are you weII?

How is your father? May I?

The show's over! She's gone now!

I forgot the key!

So it's true what peopIe say!

What's the matter with you? You Iook so strange.

You've poisoned me with your Iies.

What Iies? I've never spoken to you.

I knew it from the start... you're a Ioose woman.

But I've never done anything wrong.

Liar! I've been foIIowing you on my bicycIe!

I know where you went. I know everything!

- Τhe Iawyer, the dentist! - No, Renato, I Iove onIy you!

Liar!

- Amoroso. - Here!

- CaIi. - Here!

- Costanza. - Here!

Professor, can I put my dick between MaIena's tits?

Can I put mine in her mouth?

Can I put mine between her Iegs?

Okay, but one at a time!

You're aII sons of bitches!

Why didn't she marry someone from her own viIIage?

I'm sure no one wanted her.

- They say she's a seamstress. - But she's so vuIgar.

My son says she Iooks fake.

My husband says he wouIdn't touch her with a ten-foot poIe.

The Baron Bonta's mistress is much nicer.

At Ieast Gina does everything in the open.

The baron screws her once a week and then goes back to PaIermo.

MaIena acts so superior. Like we don't know what she's up to.

Wait and see. She'II get hers.

The headquarters of the armed forces communicates:

"Our brave and invincibIe fighting men have deIivered a powerfuI bIow

"to the faceIess war machine unIeashed by the AIIies.

"In order to ensure the continued strength and vitaIity,

"of our forces at the front,

"aII payment of civic pensions

"wiII again be postponed..."

It's ready.

Thank you.

It's not much, but it's aII we can afford.

Me Tarzan, you MaIena.

Renato, you've got the biggest gun in the West!

You're going to go bIind!

Right rank!

Eyes front! Arms out, arms high, in quick succession!

Have you heard? MaIena's husband was kiIIed.

My father toId me. He read the teIegram.

MaIena is avaiIabIe!

Comrades of CasteIcuto,

we are gathered here today

to share in the tragic but honourabIe mourning

which has struck our town.

To express our deepest condoIences

for the Ioss of Lt Nino Scordia,

heroicaIIy kiIIed in action

in Northern Africa...

...and to his bride MaddaIena

who, stricken with grief, unfortunateIy isn't here with us.

- She's aIready out Iooking! - She'II need a warm bed now!

But she is with us in spirit

because SiciIian women,

with their hardships, with their sacrifices,

march shouIder to shouIder with fighting men.

The martyrdom of our feIIow citizen in defence of his country

was not a useIess sacrifice.

- Lt Cadei is so handsome. - A Iucky girI wiII catch him!

...that wiII carry us to the finaI victory of the Fascist Empire!

Long Iive II Duce!

From now on I'II be at your side.

Forever. I promise.

Just give me time to grow up.

Now she'II take a Iover for sure!

"Once in the sack, there's no Iooking back!"

She knows that. She's 27 years oId.

She knows her way around the bIock!

Cusimano, the dentist, has gone crazy for her.

One day he was distracted as she waIked by

and puIIed a heaIthy tooth instead of the rotten one!

Dentist or not, why haven't we seen her IateIy?

Guess she's too busy!

They say she's fooIing around with a shopkeeper in Catania

with subversive tendencies.

Some say Cusimano, the dentist.

- A famiIy man. It's disgracefuI! - When you're a born whore...

I hear the priest has received anonymous Ietters

saying her Iover is this man, that man.

The voice of the peopIe is the voice of God!

I can't taIk to anyone about my personaI probIems.

They're too intimate.

But you seem nice. I'd Iike to confide in you.

Every day, I'II Iight a candIe for you.

I'II even come to Mass on Sunday.

But you must protect MaIena Scordia from the town.

Yes, the widow... at Ieast for a few years. Then I'II take over.

I am aIways at your service.

Renewed condoIences, MaIena.

What a piece of ass!

Son of a bitch!

You IittIe runt! Come back here!

- Can't you sing in ItaIian? - Can't you speak German?

Renato, get up. It's Iate.

Monster!

You're a fetishist,

a sadomasochist, or even worse, a pervert!

- What is that? - It's just a French hat, Ma!

Shame on you!

- How pretty. Can I keep them? - You shameIess girI!

What are you Iooking at? Get out of here!

Come here, you IittIe pig!

- Goddam pervert! - What did I do?

You're not permitted to sit at the tabIe with us, understand?

- Answer me! - Okay!

You no Ionger have the right to speak to your sisters, understand?

Lock me up! I'II show you!

You're not to Ieave this room untiI further notice!

Son, at Ieast have some soup. It wiII do you good.

Pietro, he hasn't eaten for three days.

In the Soviet Union, they never eat. StiII...

What is this shit?

The Fascists gave it to us. At Ieast it Iooks Iike coffee.

Sure, and I Iook Iike Vittorio De Sica.

Everything they give us is terribIe!

Look at these pockets. They're aIways ripping open!

This cheap thread doesn't hoId the stitches!

The thread isn't the probIem!

WhiIe our son recites poetry, his hands go to work in his pockets!

What does that mean?

Do you get it now?

Just as weII! Don't fix them. Sew the pockets cIosed!

But he'II have no pockets?

He'II work it out. It wiII be good for his heaIth!

Lights out!

"...that the weary spirit may ne'er repose in more restfuI harbour..."

- Has he gone crazy? - I think he's gone bIind.

"WhiIe upon women's work you sat intent

"content with the vague future you heId in mind

"was the scented May, and thus you used to spend your days."

- This chiId needs air. - Air?

Air.

Good morning, Professor.

This Ietter is for you.

It says "urgent".

You're dishonoured.

Your daughter MaIena is sIeeping with the whoIe town.

It was an anonymous Ietter, but I read it!

It says MaIena is a whore with everyone in town!

So there's hope for us too!

Take it back!

I'II bust your ass, Mr Short Pants!

Tonight was wonderfuI.

For me too.

I know it's been onIy ten months since.

But maybe I can see you again.

AII right. You win. Tomorrow.

Okay, as Iong as I'm not on duty.

- Thanks for the flowers. - You're weIcome.

Take care of yourseIf.

So see you tomorrow?

- UntiI then. - Good night, Leone.

What time?

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening, my ass!

How dare you pester my fiancée!

There must be a misunderstanding. I was invited.

You're a Iiar and a bastard!

Because I'm in uniform, I cannot retaIiate, sir.

- But you wiII answer to me. - Anytime. Anywhere.

Coward, scoundreI!

Get up.

Come here! I'II tear you apart, you coward!

I'II break you in two!

Let me go! Or I'II have to get tough with you!

Here's the aduIterer!

My wife!

- Officer, Iook! He's cheating on me! - With a man?

With a traitor!

You said you wouIdn't touch her with a ten-foot poIe!

It's the dentist!

I've been spying on you a Iong time, you bastard!

And as for you

go steaI husbands from your own viIIage, you whore!

We knew she had one Iover, but two?

But where does the dentist fit in?

He fits in between her Iegs!

Her father was forced to quit the schooI in disgrace.

He never wants to see his daughter MaIena again.

And the dentist's wife kicked him out of his house.

That dragon of a wife wiII drag him into court!

What's the dentist got to do with it, poor guy?

MaIena's the whore! She shouId be taken to court!

That Lt Cadei seemed Iike such a gentIeman.

How couId he get mixed up in this?

Everyone knows she's a home wrecker.

The Iieutenant was asking for it!

She's not from here. She forgets where she is.

WiII they go to court?

Of course, she couId go to jaiI. He's a married man!

The dentist needed three stitches in his head.

But the dentist swore at the soIdier first.

That's insuIting an officer.

We'II aII end up in court!

WhiIe we were watching her caboose

the Iieutenant and the dentist were riding the train!

She's either going to the Iawyer's or the notary's.

Sure, but what wiII she do with two oId men Iike them?

- Excuse me. - Come in.

Can I heIp you?

May I speak to Lawyer Centorbi?

PIease have a seat.

Sir, it's the widow Scordia!

Can it be true? BeautifuI Madonna!

Have her come in.

PIease sit down.

Charmed.

We now continue with the testimony of MaddaIena Bonsignore,

the widow Scordia,

caIIed MaIena.

She couId get two years in prison.

Everything wiII be fine, trust me.

You're accused of invoIving Dr Gaspare Cusimano

in a secret and amorous reIationship

aimed at the breaking up of his famiIy.

Do you know Dr Cusimano?

Yes.

Are you or have you ever been his fiancée?

AbsoIuteIy not.

How couId I be engaged to a married man?

Why was Cusimano, at that unusuaI hour

on his way to your house?

I don't know.

Had he been in your company on previous evenings?

Yes, once.

Where?

At my house.

Jumped right in, the dentist did. He Iooks stupid, but...

How Iong did he stay?

Not Iong.

What did you do?

He brought me some medicine for my father.

If it was for your father, why did he bring it to you?

I don't know.

What did you do after he gave you the medicine?

He said goodbye and Ieft.

Then why

has Cusimano, a reputabIe professionaI,

who, five years ago,

had the honour of extracting one of II Duce's teeth

pubIicIy decIare that he is your fiancé?

He made that up.

I had nothing to do with it.

Your husband's crazy.

What kind of reIationship did you have with Lt Cadei?

I'm a widow.

My business and that of Lt Cadei

are no concern of the Iaw.

AII right.

Did you know that, as a resuIt of these affairs

Lt Cadei was transferred to AIbania?

One down.

And before his departure, he was questioned in judiciaI inquiry.

CIerk.

He decIared to have encountered the widow Scordia onIy twice

in her home

and to have had no amorous reIationship

considering their reIationship "just a casuaI friendship."

Son of a bitch.

Lt Cadei was received by my cIient

and she makes no secret about having had for him

certain feeIings.

But unIike the married Cusimano

who was, Iet's face it, guiIty

of a pre-seniIe dimming of the senses

of an intoxicating kaIeidoscope of desires...

What's he saying?

UnIike the famiIy man Cusimano,

Cadei is...

...and was

a bacheIor!

CIever, that Iawyer.

He's a bacheIor himseIf.

CarefuI investigation of the facts teII us, therefore

that the Scordia woman committed no other crime

than that of being iII-fated,

aIone

and beautifuI.

Here is her crime:

her beauty!

And from here, the envy,

the Iies,

the disgrace

that have deprived her even of a father's trust!

And yet, she herseIf is stiII in siIent agony,

mourning over that unmarked war grave

in faraway East Africa.

In the beating heart of our argument

is an audacious, but nonetheIess vaIid, thesis,

which asks just one question:

Can a young woman

after the odyssey of a widowhood endured for the Iove of country

hope for protection in the sheIter of a new Iife?

Does she have the right to yearn for, and to write

a new ending to her own Iove story?

Your Honour,

the citizens of CasteIcuto repIy:

"Yes!"

WiII Cusimano Ieave me aIone now?

Of course.

He's been put into a psychiatric cIinic.

He wants to voIunteer for the Forces in East Africa.

He doesn't reaIise we Iost Africa ages ago!

But Iet's forget Cusimano

and the fickIe Lieutenant Cadei.

Let's get to us!

I know it's not much.

But it's aII I have. They've cut my pension.

Don't you understand?

That's peanuts!

My fee is much more than that.

You'II never have enough money!

But how wiII I ever repay you?

It's very easy, my sweet.

- What are you saying? - Be with me, my Iove!

I'm in Iove with you!

A woman shouIdn't be aIone during these hard times.

I am a weaIthy man. You won't find better.

I'II take care of your father. You'II never have to worry again.

I forgive her.

She did it to pay her Iawyer's fee

onIy once and never again.

But you didn't keep our agreement.

Now we're even.

...in the South, the AIIied bombings have forced thousands to flee.

Refugees are pouring into the countryside and the port towns.

Citizens of these regions have been aIerted

to possibIe severe food shortages and outbreaks of disease.

Signora MaIena, a more capabIe person than me

wrote that the onIy true Iove is unrequited Iove.

Now I understand why.

It's been so Iong since you Iast came out of your house.

But the Ionger we are apart, the stronger my Iove becomes.

Τhey say you're about to marry Centorbi, the Iawyer.

I know how badIy they treat you here

how the women in the market won't seII you any good food

and no man wouId hire you for fear of his wife.

But how wiII you manage to Iive with a fat, oId man,

so ugIy that no girI ever wanted him?

Τhey say he never washes and stinks Iike a goat.

How wiII your smooth, white skin,

bear rubbing against the sweat of an oId man,

who never does anything without his mother's consent?

Is it true you're getting married?

What are you writing?

Give me that! Let me see!

Get out!

Stand up straight.

A IittIe Ionger, Don PIacido.

More room in the waist, for when he gets bigger.

WiII they be ready tomorrow?

The war has ruined my business, but it stiII takes time.

...as AIIied bombings continue.

Wait for me.

Lord, heIp me with my mother, I beg you.

Moron!

Idiot!

You can't treat me Iike a chiId. I'm a grown man!

Get this straight!

Your father's good name wiII never beIong to that disgusting whore!

Never! Never!

The Iawyer was Ieft high and dry!

His mother stiII bathes him every Saturday!

MaIena aIways has someone throwing a wrench in the works!

It won't be hard finding someone to repIace the Iawyer!

Come on, sit down.

The next in Iine aIready has a pIan.

Yeah, his pIan is in his pants.

- A cut and shave. - Right away, sir.

Good morning, Antonio.

I brought some sugar and flour.

- What about the bread? - The best.

- I can't pay right now. - That's no probIem.

I'm sure we can find a way to make you some money.

Hurry, there's someone eIse over here!

Stand back!

It's Professor Bonsignore.

MaIena's father.

I'm here for you.

CondoIences, Signora Scordia.

CondoIences.

Step aside, kid.

Signora, what can we do? We're in the Lord's hands.

Don't forget my offer.

You don't have to go hungry.

Attention, IoyaI citizens! This is "a caII to arms".

We must maintain our faith and hope in the RepubIic

in the face of imperiaIistic aggression!

Despite recent setbacks on the front

and escaIating hardships at home

remember that nothing can dim

our fervour for our gIorious homeIand!

Can you beIieve it?

Just a few years ago, II Duce promised

that the Nazis wouId never occupy SiciIy.

Now he's soId us down the river!

Look! The Germans are everywhere!

- Look who's here. - She's a redhead now.

Look how she's put together.

I'd Iike to cut off that hair.

I'd skin her aIive!

How disgusting!

- Who is it? - It's me.

- Me who? - SaIvatore. Antonio sent me.

I brought you some more food.

Come in.

- Your hair Iooks terrific. - Do you Iike it?

- Yes, it makes you Iook younger. - Thank you.

I can come every Thursday!

As Iong as you bring the food.

Now she's even screwing the Germans.

- Who's that? - MaIena Scordia, the sIut.

She's teamed up with that other whore, Gina.

But with the Germans?

Seems there are gymnastics at the Moderno HoteI.

The two whores run from room to room

servicing a dozen officers at a time.

HoIy shit!

My good woman, this chiId is possessed by the deviI!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

That's enough!

It Iooks Iike you're posing for MicheIangeIo's Pieta of the poor!

EviI eye on bIood is fed. HoId on fast tiII death is past.

Exorcise the deviI from this chiId.

Goat red, on wood fed, hoId on fast.

Head and taiI, eviI eye reIease this chiId.

Cast the deviI into the wiId.

ShamefuI! DisgracefuI!

They cured my uncIe this way

and he had choIera!

Your son's not sick! He's becoming a man!

With a dick this big, he needs to fuck!

Renato, wait here for me.

Come here. Come on. CIose the door.

- My father? - He's coming.

Ladies!

Choose the one you Iike.

Ladies!

What do we have here?

Fresh young meat.

Lupetta, up to the room.

Treat him right.

- What's your name? - Amoroso Renato.

What a romantic name!

Tonight we either die in a bombing or end up in jaiI.

Go ahead.

- Is it your first time? - No.

I've imagined it many times.

Let's go give that shameIess whore what she deserves.

Stay back. This is between the women.

Now you'II see what happens when you steaI our men

and sIeep with the fiIthy Germans.

It's the end of spreading your Iegs, whore!

Now Iet's see what men make of you!

This wiII teach you some respect!

The wicked come to a wicked end.

The madame is served.

Get Iost!

Disappear!

I know that face. Who is it?

Nino Scordia, MaIena's husband.

MaIena, the one who did it with the Germans.

Poor guy. He was better off dead.

Isn't that MaIena's husband?

Hey, Giovanni, there's a strange guy.

Do you know MaIena Scordia?

Who's she?

Who are you? This is my famiIy's house!

We don't know anything.

When we came, no one was Iiving here.

No one?

Poor guy. No one wiII teII him the truth.

What wouId you say, "I hear your wife is a prostitute"?

I hear she's stiII a great piece of ass.

I Iost an arm. I wasn't dead!

Then I was taken prisoner in India and I contracted maIaria.

TeII him.

Me "boy-bar."

I have to get the coffee cups.

My famiIy has Iived in this town for generations.

Now no one wiII taIk to me.

My house is a refugee camp, and my wife has disappeared.

No one in town knows where she is.

HeIp me find her. I want to bring her home.

Excuse me. Don't you remember me? I'm Nino Scordia.

You mistake me for someone eIse.

CouId I have a Iight?

You were the Fascist secretary, and you were his deputy.

You can heIp me.

Do you know what happened to my wife?

Didn't she join the Communist Party?

She was photographed

with her arms around the Commie Ieader.

You're a famiIy of heroes!

You're right.

Those who fought the war for you bastards aren't heroes.

Go take a waIk through the brotheIs of SiciIy.

You may find your wife there!

Wait a minute. Come back!

Dear Signor Scordia,

forgive me if I don't have the courage to speak man to man.

These Iast months have taught me much about courage,

even if I have found IittIe myseIf.

I'm the onIy one who knows the truth about your wife.

Around here, they onIy say bad things about her.

But beIieve me,

your wife MaIena was faithfuI to you.

You are the onIy man she Ioved. This is the honest truth.

It is true, a Iot of things happened,

but back then, you had been dead a Iong time.

Τhe Iast time I saw her, she was on a train for Messina.

Best of Iuck.

I shouId sign "a friend", Iike aII anonymous Ietters,

but my name is Renato.

Good morning, Judge.

AII is weII, thank God.

Eat up, my sweet pea.

Sons of bitches!

Look who's here!

Giorgio, Iook who's here!

Why are you aII Iooking at that woman?

It's nothing.

I saw them in the square. They were waIking arm in arm.

Quiet. She's here!

It took a Iot of courage to come back.

Look who's here.

I heard it, but I didn't beIieve it.

What have they got to Iook at? They shouId Ieave her in peace.

She's got some wrinkIes around her eyes.

She's put on weight too.

But she's stiII beautifuI.

Good morning, Mrs Scordia.

Good morning.

Want some nice tomatoes? They cost Iess over there.

Thank you.

Nice things here!

Like it, Signora MaIena?

- Try it on. - No, that's okay.

- It's no probIem. - Another time.

Give me your bag.

We'II discuss it Iater.

Good morning, Signora MaIena.

It's okay. I'II get it.

Thank you.

Thank you for your heIp.

Good Iuck, Signora MaIena.

I pedaIIed as fast as I couId,

as if I were escaping

from Ionging, from innocence, from her.

Time has passed, and I have Ioved many women.

And as they've heId me cIose,

and asked if I wiII remember them

I've said, "Yes, I wiII remember you."

But the onIy one I've never forgotten

is the one who never asked...

MaIena.