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Get them to stop a moment. I need to get off here.

-Get out of the way. -Slowly! Slowly!

-You people are savages! -Takes one to know one!

-Let's go! -You've no breeding!

Good morning, Cavaliere. Signora Gioconda's overseer...

... is already in the kitchen giving the cook a lecture.

Remember that when Signora Gioconda moves into this villa,

you must call her Donna Gioconda.

If you forget it, she's likely to get very tetchy.

Listen my good man, yes you! You're selling the bearskin...

... before you've killed the bear.

There it is! Look at it!

OK, I can see it's a bear, but Gioconda doesn't want to kill it.

She wants to force her way into a house that doesn't belong to her.

-Well put, sir. -You be quiet!

She was legally assigned the house by the housing officer. You are...

... the one who wants to break the law. As Gioconda's administrator,

I warn you that she'll move into this house with all the respect...

her social and financial position call for, and she'll stay here...

... as long as she likes regardless of you, the Count and the bear.

And I, administrator of Ghirani, warn you that we'll use every...

means within the law to kick you out of the gate of this house.

I really couldn't care less. You don't know how powerful she is.

We can afford to buy your umbrella, your shoes, even your eye glasses!

We can buy the Count, the law, your hat, you, the bear...

... and your caretaker, whom I absolutely can't stand.

-Have you got it in for me? -Yes, but much less...

... than for him.

Hey, little boy, would you be so kind as to open the gate for me?

Listen, you little brat, don't you know you have to let me in?

Why didn't you open the gate? She's the new lady of the house!

Another time...

Look at the little tyke! That idiot should box his ears.

I'll deal with you later.

Is the playful little boy your son?

He's like a son to me. I adopted him.

So you picked him out carefully at the prison for juveniles.

-He's just a little high-spirited. -High-spirited, you say?

Tell him that he'll have to toe the line with me, understood?

Oh, Cavaliere Bonifazio! There's nothing for you to do,

as we're all here: my sister Lucia and Mr. Lucky.

-Pleased to meet you. -Pleased to meet you!

AIlow me you to remind you, madam, that the question isn't closed yet.

The housing officer is expecting us in his office tomorrow.

Really? Open your ears wide.

This house belongs to me because he said I was in the right.

You can continue trying to fight it if you like. I've no time to waste.

If there's any small matter, talk to my representative. Where's he?

Here you are! Have you just come back from the front line?

It was a planned attack following orders received from certain party.

-What a mess! -The Count'll be here this evening.

Really? Goodness me! You can't imagine exactly...

... how much I don't care. Go and wash up! You look disgusting!

Did you see how I fixed him? Tell the Count it was the partisan.

Be careful! I don't want anyone to suspect I'm the one who's telling

... you to carry out these surprise attacks. You'll have other chances.

How about a nice mud pie on Donna Gioconda's nose?

For heaven's sake! It's best to leave her alone! Take care, now!

-Stand up! -Excuse me, madam.

-Who are these bearers of ill luck? -The Count's noble ancestors.

What handsome youths!

This one looks full of airs. Who's the flower-boy?

That one's like a pickled onion!

What a rogues'gallery! Where will I hang my pictures?

We can put them in the other room.

-The rooms are full of paintings. Did you hear that?

How will we manage? I'm sorry, but I'm going to put my pictures.

In the center we'll put my poor, late husband. I like the house.

This candle is enormous. We'll get rid of it straight away.

Go and get washed up. Can't you see there's a noble atmosphere?

Messed up like that, you're ruining the view.

That American must become my future brother-in-law.

We have to make him forget we were fruit venditors in Trastevere.

You can go. We've said all there was to say.

Madame Gioconda, I'll be your faithful servant,

and will serve you with the same zeal with which I served the boss.

-What did he say? -I meant the Count.

Good for you, fatso! We'll have to see about giving you a raise.

You're dismissed. You can go now.

-Come here, Anna. -Here's your whisky.

-The lady of the house is around. -You're such a sweet girl.

-You say that to all the girls. -I love all the Italian girls.

I have fiances all over Italy. I won the war and I'm very tired.

That's not correct. You should love only one girl... me.

I'll take you to California. You'll come to California, right?

Yes.

Can't you see that hound's attacking my dog? Do something!

There's a conspiracy against us. That was a planned attack.

Remember that Madame Perfetti is to be respected as if she were...

the Gioconda-Mona Lisa in person.

Don't you know these noises are rude?

-I'm a partisan. -You're a parmesan?

You're not even a mozzarella! Now, get a move on!

This aristocratic atmosphere is as good for me as country air.

I was born to live in a house like this.

Vulgarity is a very nasty trait, don't you think?

From now on, let's try to speak proper Italian.

I don't want to use dialect expression anymore.

On entering this house, I felt courtliness come over me.

I was born a lady, you know. Some female from the Perfetti family...

must have had an affair with some Prince from the Holy Roman Empire.

You too need to improve your manners, Don Nicola.

You must rise the occasion.

Did you see Bonifazio? He's like a Count himself.

You need a smarten up, or you'll continue to look like a peasant.

Your kindness moves me.

I assure you I'll acquire such an elegant look...

... that you'll remember Bonifazio only with contempt.

Ah! That's the spirit! Let's drink to our new house,

our new life, to the good business we'll do,

because without money all the airs and graces aren't worth a dime.

Where are the pastries you ordered?

-This package has just arrived. -Let's see...

Oh, pastries! Good! In America, we eat sweetmeals with everything:

macaroni with sweet things, meat, vegetables... Everything!

Who ate all the others?

I didn't abandon my home. I left it because I was afraid of the bombs.

-You were wrong to be afraid. -And you two slipped into my...

... apartment like a pair of thieves.

What? I'll sue you!

I'm not budging from my apartment.

I'll see you in court! Better still, at the Assizes.

I'll smash it with cannon shots in order to take back my home.

-Let us through! -She has to wait her turn too.

-This lady's a foreigner. -She doesn't speak our language.

Just because she's a foreigner they let her jump the queue,

while we've been waiting for three hours. It's disgrace!

Bonifazio, would you do the introductions?

Count Ghirani, Signora Gioconda Perfetti.

-Pleased to meet you. -If you'd care to take a seat--

-Thank you. Let's try to find a solution,

-because I'm very busy. -I'm all for it.

It will be very hard for these two people to reach an agreement.

It must be understood that the owner of the house is the Count,

and justice requires you to revoke the concession made to the lady

during a period in which the Count was away from Rome.

The Commissioner is not a fool. He gave me the house...

... and I'm keeping it. I'm sorry for the Count, but I've moved now...

... and I'm staying. I don't feel like looking for another house.

Despite the nasty tricks, thefts of pastries, mud pies in the face

... and various acts that your accomplices carry out against us.

Donna Gioconda is a fine lady, but more obstinate than a mule.

Anyone who dares pull her tail gets a kick in the face.

The papers are signed, and as the lady correctly said,

the Commissioner isn't, with all due rispect, a complete idiot.

Watch your language! I'm ashamed of the way you express yourself.

Resorting to vulgarity and acts of violence is not our style.

Don Nicola, weigh your words carefully, if you're able to.

Otherwise I'm entitled to report you to the police.

I called you to my office because I'd like both sides...

... to come to an agreement. The Count's house is large,

and Signora Perfetti could easily let the owner use some rooms.

My dear Commissioner, where could I put the Count?

I use one bedroom and I need the boudoir when I want to relax.

A second bedroom is for my sister, who, by the way, is a spinster

but she's found a husband and will soon be marrying him.

My employee, Don Nicola, sleeps in the third bedroom.

There are the sitting room, but I have to receive guests. It's...

... not long to my sister's wedding to an American millionaire!

Then there's the caretaker. Where can I put the Count?

You'll have to make a small sacrifice.

Does this mean you're taking back everything you wrote and signed?

Let the Count make a sacrifice.

He's been staring at me for half an hour without a word.

I'd never dare to interrupt a lady even if she's in the wrong.

Your disarming sincerity...

... made me understand that you're acting in perfectly good faith...

... when you insist on an absolutely absurd question of rights.

-My dear Count... -Bonifazio was wrong to intervene

only after the villa had been occupied by resorting to violence.

-Resorting to violence? -I'm sure you're not responsible.

You're one of those women who can't lie.

I hope your crude sincerity

... is coupled with exquisite kindness.

I'm alone. All the hotels have been commandeered.

I can't return to my country house because I had to sell it.

I must say, madam, that if you had come to my house one morning

asking me for hospitality, I wouldn't have refuse it.

On the contrary, I'd have been happy and flattered to offer it.

-So, Nicola, what'll we do now? -You don't need to worry about me.

The basement of my villa is still empty. I'll organize everything.

I'll be discreet. You won't even know I'm there.

I hope those who are lucky today know how to live on good terms...

-... with their neighbors. -My dear Nicola,

every word he says is a candy that melts in your mouth.

So what have you decided to do? We must be quick because...

-... there are people waiting. My dear Count,

you're a gentleman, Who'd have thought that...

... a man like you would associate with a weasel like Bonifazio?

You must do as you please. You've asked to share the villa. Fine.

-The basement is at your disposal. -Thank you.

I must tell you I can see through you. The situation is clear.

It's as clear as the light of day that you're absolutely broke.

I'm willing to buy the villa, straight away, for cash.

You hand the villa over to me and I'll give you the money.

-Thank you, madam. -You see, my dear Count,

I know there's not a mortgage on the villa,

-but a whole pile of mortgages. -You're very kind, madam.

I still hope to save what I can without making such a sacrifice.

-It would be the hardest to bear. -Well, do as you please.

What's happening out there?

Two or three people are knocking the hell out of each other!

We'll let them in right now. You have come to an agreement, right?

Now, go away through that door. It'll be safer for you.

-Thank you. Take care! -Goodbye!

-It's nice and ripe 60 lire. -Good Lord, that's expensive!

-Do you have news of Gioconda? -What do I know about Gioconda?

-Wasn't this shop hers? -Yes, it was.

What a lucky woman Gioconda is! She's really enjoying life now.

-She's moved on up. -I saw her the other evening.

She was dressed to the nines and wore huge diamond earrings.

Lucia's living the high life too. She rides around with Americans.

-You'd think she was a movie star! -Mind your own business!

With that tongue of yours, you could drink the Tiber dry.

Look who's turned up! Gioconda, have you come to see your friends?

She's always a fine looking woman!

My goodness! Gioconda, did some birds land on your hat?

Just look at the way Gioconda has smartened herself up.

Stop! Stop here!

What do you want? Get out of the way!

Good morning.

You must be offended if you greet me like that.

-Are you sorry I came by? -Why should I be?

You're the owner. If you hadn't turned up, I'd have paid you...

-a visit at the Count's villa. -There's no need to hurry over...

... to bring me with the takings. The purpose of this visit...

-... is something else entirely. -I'm well aware that this shop...

-means nothing to you any more. -You've hit the nail on the head.

My sister and I belong to a different worId now.

These alley, these kids-- I can't stand them any more.

I had to travel incognito.

I left my car at the Garibaldi Bridge so my driver wouldn't twig.

I'm sorry but I have to sell this shop.

-Who do you want to sell it to? -To anyone.

If you want it, let's do the deal, then we'll agree on the payment.

Are you joking? Where would I get the money?

I spent my savings on bedroom furniture.

It's in the warehouse. I can hand it over as a first installment.

It's not bad. It's suitable for a poor couple's bedroom.

-I did think it was so elegant! -You have to stop this complaining.

My sister would never have adjusted to being a fruit vendor.

Neither would I if I'd been turned into an idle good-for-nothing.

If my poor husband were alive he'd have smashed your face in.

But I'll ignore your insult. Between me and you and all those...

... gossipmongers full of envy, there's a gap as wide as an ocean.

Lucia's engaged to an American. What's passed remains in the past.

You can buy my shop in installments but forget my sister.

-I'd like two kilos of potatoes. -Look who's here! It's Gioconda!

-May I give you a hug? -Of course you can.

-You let money go to your head? -Of course not!

Nino, I'm off. Think over what I told you and give me an answer.

-See you around, Caterina. -Goodbye!

Hang it over there, on that wall.

Hey! Be careful! These pictures cost a million!

-I wouldn't pay two bits for it. -It's not supposed to go here.

Handle that painting carefully! If it falls, it'll break.

-Oh, heck! Give it to me. -Are you Piedmontese?

-Yes, I am. You too? -You guessed it.

I could tell you're a real Piedmont beauty.

Thank you for the compliment.

How come the boy talks like a Roman? Isn't he your son?

No, he's my sister's boy.

She came here and married a Roman.

Then the bombing raids started and both the parents died.

Don Nicola, there's a gentleman who's an appointment with you.

-Oh, Don Nicola! -What an honor!

We'll still all upside down. Do come in! This way.

There's so much bad taste in this house! We're having...

-... to change all the paintings. -Don't worry.

Darling, you're so sweet!

Is it occupied?

No, no...

-Is it still occupied? -Yes. Have a seat over there.

Make yourself comfortable. You can go.

I need you to explain your plan a little better,

-because I didn't quite grasp it. -I realized that.

Don Nicola, what I'm about to tell you...

... must remain between you, me and the gatepost.

It's about a really big deal. It's absolutely huge!

Don Nicola, I hold you in such high esteem...

... that I honestly wonder whether I can trust you. It sounds like...

... behind which you can earn an enormous amount of money.

So, I wonder: 'Can I trust you?'

Commendatore, I assure you I'm as silent as the grave.

When someone tells me a secret, it remains buried forever.

-I was certain of it. -For me?

A token of my trust in you. That's why, Don Nicola,

I chose you instead of anyone else to manage the estate...

-... of Donna Gioconda Perfetta. -Tea!

-Now? -Sorry?

-Why did you say 'tea'? -That's her name: Perfetti.

Ah, right! Perfetti. I'm turning to her and you...

... to put you in a condition to become not millionaires,

but billionaires. Stinking rich, as they say.

All this can happen in just a few months,

but we'll have to hurry, while the iron's hot.

-Hurry where? -I mean act quickly.

-While the iron's hot. -Right!

-Will I have to press something? -No! It's an expression...

meaning he who hesitates is lost. Let me talk to Donna Gioconda

so I can clinch the deal by tomorrow morning.

Listen! In the chest of drawers...

... there was a pair of very fine panties that has disappeared.

Then there was a bottle of French eau de cologne that has gone too.

-Do you suspect it was me, madam? -I don't suspect anyone.

Someone is playing tricks on me that I don't find funny.

If I catch them, I'll give them two black eyes.

-Bring me my earrings. -Very well, madam.

-Has the Count arrived? -Yes, he's moved into the basement.

I'm sorry. Poor Count!

He'll manage somehow. As the English say:

'All's fair in love and war'. What did you come in here for?

Don Nicola sent me to tell you Commendatore Bardag is here.

I can never find this hole! Who is Commendatore Bardag?

The man who helped you earn millions dealing in fabrics.

-Does he have more fabrics to sell? -I don't know.

What's this about?

-Ships, Don Nicola. Ships. -Ships! Where are they?

-Downstairs? -No, at the bottom of the sea.

You mean--

You understand.

Zefira, did you know this house is haunted?

-You don't say! -The ghosts have stolen...

... from the mistress underwear, perfume and chocolate.

She doesn't suspect it was us, does she? I worked for ten years...

... in Professor Zoppetti's house. I'm an honest woman.

-Did she say anything about me? -No, nothing.

It's a odd business, all the same. Very odd.

I don't believe in ghosts.

If she starts suspecting me, I won't stay here a minute longer.

So we need to set up the company by tomorrow,

signing a deed before a notary and depositing cash in the bank.

Within a few months, your millions will have grown into billions.

I like the idea. I've a nose for business and this smells good.

We'll go to the notary tomorrow morning.

-I'll leave for Genova right now. -Yes, we'll start immediately.

-With the deep sea divers. -Lucia, come here!

-Come on, Lucky! -This is my sister Lucia.

-Pleased to meet you. -This is Mr. Lucky Brandley.

-Very pleased to meet you! -Likewise.

-Dinner is served, madam. -Will you stay for dinner?

-I wouldn't like to be in the way. -Don't stand on ceremony.

Stay and have a bite deal with us.

They've laid a place for you. Look what a lovely table setting!

At dinner parties, If I don't have candles on the table, I can't eat.

-It's really beautiful. -Do take a seat, all of you.

-Bring the first course. -Here it is, madam.

-We'll drink to our new company. -I like Italian ham.

Lucia, don't let him eat too much.

Come in!

-What do you want? -I've just come on a visit, Conte.

-Do you need something? -Thanks, I don't need anything.

Have a seat and keep me company.

-Have you become a good boy? -Yes, but I can't stand injustice.

-I hate the sight of that woman. -Yes, I know,

but you're wrong to behave as you're doing.

-Do I have to put up with her? -Yes, you do.

I know you keep playing tricks on our tenant's administrator.

-That's not correct. -Don Nicola is a real louse.

A little boy like you shouldn't use such expressions.

Compared with what you'd like to do to him, I've done nothing.

-I wish he'd drop dead! -That's enough!

It's not nice to say that thing.

You're a young man, now. You have to--

-What's this here? -It's a present for you.

For me?

Yes. Cologne, chocolate--

-These are women's panties. -There's a chicken, too.

-Where did you get all this stuff? -It's enemy property.

Count, I'm a partisan. When the Germans were here...

... I, Gigi and Nespola, the cobbler's son,

used to put nails on the road so they'd get flat tires.

I'm a partisan.

-We'll get no sleep tonight. -Those darned ball breakers!

Those darned--

Dance with me, Commendatore!

No! Dance with Don Nicola.

-Come on, Don Nicola! -Me?! No...

Look at me.

I'll show you what to do. Come on! Don't be shy!

That's it! Well done!

Bravo!

You're like a statue. It's hard to get you moving.

-Bravo, Donna Gioconda! -That dance is fun.

-It's very refined! -Refined? I don't think so!

Gioconda, let him hear what a good singer you are.

-Oh, that's not a good idea. -It'll be an honor for me.

Are you going to sing? I'm ready to listen.

'Rome, how beautiful you are.'

'How beautiful you are when evening falls.'

'And the Tiber...

... flows like a belt around you.'

St. Peter's and the Capitol for a resting place.'

'Rome, how beautiful you are.'

'Rome, how beautiful you are when evening falls.'

'Tour around it, if you like. Sing about it, if you like.'

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river, there's a star in the sky.'

'And you can't look at it.'

'And you can't look at it as it's shining so brightly.'

'This is my Rome, my beautiful Rome.'

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river there's a star in the sky.'

'Tour around it, if you like. Sing about it, if you like.'

I'll sing now.

This is my guitar.

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river there's a star in the sky.'

Lovely!

'And you can't look at it.'

'And you can't look at it as it's shining so brightly.'

'This is your Rome your beautiful Rome.'

'This side and that of the river there's so much water'No!

'There's a wonderful star.'

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'OK?

Listen, with all this racket, the Count can't sleep.

Tell those people to lower their voices.

-'Racket'? What do you mean? -They must stop making noise.

-The Count is sad. -Really?

I'll ask Donna Gioconda to sing more quitely. All right?

Hello? Could you repeat that? Commendatore Bardag?

Yes, he's here. Hold on, please. I'll call him right away.

Commendatore, there's a call for you from Marchioness--

I know who you mean: Marchioness Elzevira des Mendozes, right?

I took the liberty of giving her your phone number. She's a friend.

-Consider yourself at home, here. -You're too kind!

-Not at all! -This way!

Who's that banging?

The Count complained that your singing is keeping him awake.

-We're just having a little fun! -Poor fellow! Listen--

If he's so highly-strung, he should go and sleep in a clinic.

Cut it out, now! Try to be a little considerate.

May I?

-Do come in, Anna. -Good evening.

I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but Donna Gioconda has sent me...

... to tell you she'd be honored...

... if you'd come upstairs for a glass of champagne.

That guy dances, eats, drink, and how he drinks. But he hasn't said

-... a word about getting married. -Give over, Don Nicola.

Can't you see he's madly in love? Look how he squeezes her.

You can see he's the kind of man

... who wants to do the right thing. Don't worry.

Excuse me, but the Marchioness kept me on the phone for ages.

-No problem!

What a wonderful noblewoman that Marchioness des Mendozes is!

Do you know what she said? She'd be delighted to meet you.

-Did she really say that? -Of course.

It's not surprising.

Your name is on everyone's lips in high society.

Everyone says you're smart, modern, a little capricious,

but you've got where you are today thank to your ability...

... and shrewdness that not even three Scotsmen could beat.

Where's this Marchioness? Is she young or old? What's she like?

It's hard to say how old is she.

But what a woman! And what a house!

All the crme of international society meet there:

Counts, Princes, Viscounts, Marquises.

Don Nicola, I'd love to be part of such a distinguished bunch.

I have nobility running through my veins. 'Noblesse oblige.'

-May I come in? -My dear Count!

You sent for me.

Why did you put yourself out?

I believe the contents of this package belong to you.

-Where did you find it? -In my room. Maybe while...

-... I was moving my furniture-- -What's in here?

-A chicken and 3 pairs of panties.

A chicken in my panties?

Did it fly in here?

Could it have been your ancestors' ghosts feeling left out?

They wanted to get their own back for being moved to another place.

Anyway, it's all worked out for the best.

May I introduce you? Commendatore Bardag.

-Pleased to meet you. -You know Don Nicola.

-This is my sister Lucia. -Pleased to meet you.

-Was our singing bothering you? -Not at all. I love music.

-Who was banging downstairs? -I was. I was keeping time.

Lucky, don't drink too much.

-OK, I'll stop. -Have a seat, Commendatore.

-He's Lucky Brandley. -An American mine-owner.

Right! From California! A very deep mine. Gold!

Do sit down, Count.

He's a little drunk. Pay no notice.

What heavy drinkers! One's worse than the other.

-What's making you so sad? -Nothing.

I'm going to bed.

They'll be up all night getting drunk.

That American is the worst of all.

-You go, I'll stay up. -Good night.

Good night.

Another glass of champagne? -No, I've already overdone it.

Why don't you come with us to the Marchioness des Mendozes's?

-She'd be pleased to meet you too. -What was that name?

-The Marchioness des Mendozes. -I've never heard of her.

Probably because she's foreign. She hasn't been in Rome long.

If you'll permit me to use your car, I'll go and get changed.

-No problem! -I'll be back in ten minutes.

It's in the garden.

Thank you so much. See you later!

-Untill tomorrow, signora. -See you tomorrow.

Good night. When it's convenient,

send for me as I need to talk to you.

My dear Count, as soon as I open my eyes tomorrow,

we'll talk things over. An alliance has been forged.

We've sealed our friendship. We've broken the ice, as they say.

Once seen, never forgotten! So, sleep well, my dear Count.

Listen, has that mine owner mentioned marriage to you?

He kisses and cuddles you but he hasn't proposed.

-Yes, he mentioned marrying me. -You could have told me about it.

-He'll take you back to California? -If I'm his wife, I'll naturally...

-... have to leave with him. -But do you love him?

What a question to ask! How do I know if I love him?

But this is crazy! She doesn't know if she loves him.

-Goodbye! -Lucky, are you coming with us?

No, I'm going to sleep on the sofa. I'm very tired.

-Then I'll have to leave. -You're going to sleep now?

Just for an hour. One hour on the sofa, then I'm off.

You've drunk too much. From tomorrow, only water!

-OK. Water! -Don Nicola,

the young man owner has proposed. We'll be celebrating...

-... their wedding in a few days. -I'm delighted!

Careful with those hands or it'll come undone!

Donna Gioconda Perfetti, Commendatore Bardag...

-and Don Nicola Bernacchia. -Show them in straight away.

-Are they Roman aristocrats? -No.

Welcome to my home.

The famous maestro Popovich.

Baroness Pouchet. Gran Duke Stanislao.

My nephew Ror, Count of Provence.

Donna Gioconda Perfetti and Don Nicola...?

Bernacchia, sole administrator of the lady's estate.

-I already knew who you were. -You did? Really?

-When did we meet? -The Commendatore spoke of you.

I open my house every evening to try to overcome my nostalgia...

... for past times I afraid will never return.

Wonderful times, my dear friends. Can I call you 'dear friend'?

Marchioness, what a question! I feel all confused inside,

all upside down. You can call me whatever you like.

Gioconda, without 'Donna'in front of my name. Whatever you like.

You're already dear to me!

-Are there other guests, in there? -Yes. Other friends...

... who prefer card games to our intellectual conversation.

They're enjoying themselves like children. Let's pay them a visit.

-Do come along too, Don Nicola. -I'd be delighted.

-Come on! -Can we bring this with us?

-Yes. -Then let's go in!

-Good evening. -No, no, do carry on playing.

Donna Gioconda is keen to take part in this little game too.

I don't know how to play. I wouldn't know where to start.

It's very easy. The highest number beats the lowest one.

Just like in life. The biggest fish eats the smallest one.

I know this game. Have a seat, I'll teach you.

-Your stake, madam. -My what?

-Vous permettez, madame? -Excuse me?

-200.000 francs. -They're like cash, Don Nicola.

Banco! Banco!

She's an extraordinary woman. Black market techniques...

... are second nature to her. She's a child of her time!

The French say 'of her century'.

-And is she very rich? -Yes. She's rich in experience.

Ror, why don't you show her that diamond you want to sell?

I was thinking the same thing, if the Commendatore doesn't mind.

If it's a bargain, you can be sure she'll snap it up immediately.

It looks as if the game went very well for you.

I wasn't expecting it to be so much fun.

It was as if I'd been playing that game since childhood.

What classy people her friends are! They had a ball losing their money!

No, that's too much. I can't accept it. I'm sorry.

-How amusing you are! -My nephew intends to deprive...

-himself of this rare jewel. -Ah, he wants to sell it!

It's not fake, is it? -No!

Take it to your jeweler to be appraised before buying it.

This ring was worn by my great grandmother, the Duchess of Vichy.

It seems it was given to her by an archbishop madly in love with her.

The Duchess was a very beautiful woman and... I thought of you.

As for the price, we'll come to an agreement.

Thank you for the trust you've shown in me.

You can come to my villa tomorrow to receive my reply. All right?

-What time is it, Anna? -It's 1 1 a.m., Miss.

-What about my sister? -She came home late last night.

They must have been very merry. I heard the singing from my room.

-Do me a favour and wake her up. -She's left with Don Nicola.

They've gone to the notary together with the Commendatore.

Ah, right! To sign the contract for the salvage company.

-Mirko! Mirko! -I'll go and get him.

Mirko! Mirko! Mirko!

Where are you? There you are, you rascal.

Come here, you naughty boy.

How many times do I have to tell you this isn't your room?

You've even managed to lose your collar. Shame on you!

The contract we signed at the notary's is watertight.

The clause that names you as arbitrator in the sharing of the

profits, puts you in the position of owner of the whole company.

Don Nicola, are you going to eat all the sugar?

What are we going to do with all that money? What'll we do with it?

What a silly question! My sister's wedding,

the house I want to buy, this ring

which, afterwhat the jeweler told me, I'll be buying--

My debut in high society is behind me now.

Nicola, I want a butler. I want one taller than the Marchioness's.

He must be refined, slim, and ready to start work.

-Did you send for me? -My dear Count, how are you?

What a pleasure to see you again! Sorry I kept you waiting in vain,

-but I've been busy. How are you? -Very well.

Off you go, Nicola, and remember I want him tall, slim and refined.

I'll do my best. Count, I bid you a good day.

By the way, Count, what do you think of this?

-It's a magnificent diamond! -It's of the first water.

Have a closer look, because I'm sure you're an expert on jewels.

-It's really beautiful. -It's worth over 2 million.

-Do have a seat. -Thank you.

You know, this belonged to the Viscount, no the nephew...

of the Arcbishop of Vichy, a gentleman of great standing

but he must be in the same predicament as you.

What can I tell you? I had so much fun yesterday.

What a lovely people you aristocrats are!

Particularly the Marchioness. You missed out not coming with us.

You should have seen the house, the reception...

... and the courtesy-- Popovich was there too.

You don't know him? He plays the piano and recites French poetry.

The one with hair down to here that curIs at his shoulders.

-No, I don't know him. -They invited me to gamble.

-I imagine you lost. -I brought home a wad of money.

But what a gentlemen! They lost but they enjoyed losing.

The more I won, the happier they were.

You people are always like that! What phenomena you are!

What a pleasure it was to gamble with those nobs.

I remember when my late, lamented husband, that's him,

used to play cards with Pietruccio, the plumber,

every evening for half a liter of wine. They'd almost come to blows.

But at the Marchioness's house, what class! How chic everything is!

-Is that your husband up there? -Yes. He's dead, but the portrait

-... was done by a famous artist. -You can tell.

Were you sold these other works as paintings by famous artists?

Famous artists? Really big names!

Montanarina, Van Gogh, De Chirico and the one from Pisa?

-De Pisis. -Right! That's him!

I'm sorry but this Montanarini, this Van Gogh,

the De Pisis and the Modigliani, the De Chirico and the Picasso...

... are fakes. They're bad copies of works by those painters.

My dear Count, I don't want to contradict you...

but the person who can hoodwink me hasn't been born yet.

-I'd like to give you an advice. -Feel free!

Sudden wealth is sometimes like a disease that shows reality

only as it appears to be and not as it actually is. You've been...

struck by this disease. You think you see things, but you don't.

-Are you saying I've become blind? -These paintings are ugly.

Dear Count, don't make me laugh. Take a look at them!

The beauty of these paintings is that they look really ugly.

But they're very fine works, the latest fad of modern stylishness.

You can't understand what they're supposed to mean,

but it's money well spent. They're little things made from nothing,

just colours daubed on a canvas, but they're worth millions.

I've no doubt they are. I'd like to give you another advice but--

-Please do! -Don't go again to that house.

Do you know the Marchioness? Tell the truth. You don't like her.

I don't know her nor do I wish to know her.

Listen to me carefully, Count.

I've made money and will go on making more and more of it.

You, with all your wisdom, got cheated out of your wealth.

Yes, but always with my consent. You're free to ignore my advice.

So you want to buy the shop?

Yes, I do. Your sister said I can pay it off in installments.

These are this morning's takings. Ask her to let me know the price.

I've nothing more to say to you. Goodbye.

I, on the contrary have something to tell you before you leave.

My sister's doing you a favour selling you the shop on time.

-You could thank her, couldn't you? -I'm supposed to thank you both.

Especially you, for all the pain you caused me, and kiss the hand

of your sister for the wonderful career she'd carved out for you.

You're just envious! The fact we've left poverty behind us...

-eats you up inside, doesn't it? -You're just a poor wretch.

Your sister's ruining you. If your poor brother-in-law were alive,

he'd knock all those stupid ideas out of her head.

Do you know what they say about you in Trastevere? They say--

If your friends want Nino, they can always find me in the shop.

Why did you let him in here? He was dressed in his work clothes.

-He's a real oaf. -And you're a real fool.

-What's gotten into you today? -Just leave me alone.

You'd better shape up fast.

Madam, the Marchioness's nephew is here.

-Show him in. -Straight away, madam.

-Do come in! How are you? -Very well, thank you.

Come this way. Have a seat.

No, thanks. I'm in a big hurry. Have you had the ring appraised?

Yes. The jeweler told me it's a very fine stone.

-Naturally! -Tell me your asking price--

I regret having to deprive myself

... of it. As you know, it is connected to my family's history.

But I'm happy to sell it to you. The price is only 2 million.

Oh, my goodness! Sorry! It's too high for me. The most I can pay...

-... is a million and a half. -I can't sell it to you.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you at such an inconvenient hour.

I'll give you one million seven hundred. Is it a deal?

It's impossible to refuse a lovely lady as yourself anything.

So it's a deal? My administrator will hand over the entire amount.

Will I have the pleasure of seeing you at my aunt the Marchioness's?

-Naturally! I'll be happy to come. -Thank you.

Lucia, are you coming to the Marchioness's house?

-Have you quarreled with Lucky? -I haven't seen him all day.

He's been called back to base. You can't stay shut up in here.

I told her I'd be bringing you along. Quit playing with the dog!

I want to stay home. I'm tired.

Suit yourself. Don Nicola!

-Don Nicola!! -Here I am, Donna Gioconda.

-Isn't Lucia coming with us? -She'd rather stay home and cry.

Don Nicola, where's the butler?

Didn't I tell you I wanted a butler?

In a few days you'll have the best looking butler in town.

-Anna! -Count, did you want to talk...

-to Donna Gioconda? There she is. -My dear Count! How are you?

-Are you going to the theater? -No, I don't like the theater.

I prefer the Marchioness. I'm off to win another poket-full of money.

-You're going back to those people. -There are duties to be respected.

The Marchioness renewed her invitation today, so--

-Good luck! -Goodbye, Count.

Don Nicola, shall we go!

How elegant you are, Don Nicola. May I have your tailor's address?

-Isn't this cut beautifully? -Indeed, it's very elegant.

No-one can understand better than me your indecision...

... about not suggesting to that lady that she buy the villa.

Given the present circumstances, I advise you to talk to her now.

There's no time to lose.

I promise you I'll pluck up courage tomorrow.

-Banco. -Yes, madam.

Card!

Banco.

Yes. Fine. What street?

Via dei Tigli, 48? Have they all gone in?

I've already send the police over. They'll be there in a few minutes.

-Here they are. -Thanks.

Here he is, Commissioner.

Ah! Is this the so-called Count of Provence?

And this is his so-called aunt...

... the infamous Marchioness des Mendozes.

Fine. Leave everything with me. That'll be all for now.

You don't realize the gaffe you made barging in my house.

I'm a foreigner. I'll telephone my ambassador to inform him.

-Fine! Move! -It'll lead to an international

conflict. I'm a friend of the highest Italian and foreign...

... personalities. I'll have you put through the wringer.

My employee and I have nothing to do with all this.

I lost a ton of money and I only met the Marchioness yesterday.

-Tell it to the Commissioner. -There's no need to grab my arm.

-Look at my face. I'm innocent. -That's enough! Come on!

-Inside! Move! -Keep calm.

-Where the money? -Gone! It's disappeared.

How ugly you look this morning, Don Nicola.

Don Nicola, I'm pooped. Take off my shoes.

What a lovely evening!

-We had a great time. -They were all thieves.

Not one of them was clean. What a bunch of stinkers!

They took me for four million. Four million!

Not even the police were able to find the money.

All that was left were the chips.

The actual loot had disappeared.

I wonder where they hid the money from the ring, Don Nicola.

What a disaster!

They took me for four million.

Four million!

What a disaster! Who could have imagined--

They took me for four million.

Don Nicola, you're all already up? Do you want some coffee?

-I want to die. -What?

Is that you, Gioconda?

-Yes, it's me. -Come in a minute, please.

Where have you been, Gioconda?

How come you're still up?

I wish you'd been with me, last night.

The Count's radio keep you awake?

No! Read this.

'Dearest, adorable Lucia, ex-fiance of mine--'

-Is this from Lucky? -Yes, Lucky. Read on.

'By this time, I'm sailing away.

My regards to your kind sister. Lucky's left for good.'

-Is he joking? -No, he's deadly serious.

Why are you crying? I'm going to phone him to see if this is true.

Good! So he hasn't left?

Will you please tell Mr. Lucky Brandley...

... that Anna, his fiance,

will be expecting him in front of the villa gates?

Thank you so much. Goodbye.

-What's this charade all about? -It's nothing to do with you.

-What's between you and Lucky? -More than you can imagine.

I don't want any trouble. Explain this riddle to me.

What do you want from him? Are you mad saying you're his fiance?

Answer me! Come answer me right now.

I'll be leaving your house for good in one hour.

You've no right to meddle in things that don't concern you.

I'm Gioconda Perfetti. I eat greenhorns like you for breakfast.

Lucky loves me and is engaged to me. Is that enough for you?

No! You knew he was engaged to my sister.

It's not possible he took up with you. It's not possible.

Lucky only joked around with Lucia. He loves me and his baby...

... that I'm carrying. The doctor confirmed it this morning.

Oh, my Lord!

These filthy things happened in my house?

-You brazen hussy! -Lucia's a brazen hussy too.

That man set up home, here.

With both of you. With both of you!

-Anna, what's happening? -Nothing.

Turn round a minute, kid. Tell me what he did to you.

-Tell me the truth! -What's gotten into you?

Don't tell me you've been to the doctor--

Out with it! What did the doctor say?

You're the one who needs to go to the doctor. I don't understand.

You don't understand? You want to pull the wool over my eyes too.

-Just stop! -He kissed you, and then?

-Who are you talking about? -You're shameless.

I'll kill you!

I'm calling the doctor. I'll call two doctors for a consultation.

You've brought dishonor here.

-I'm so shamed of you. -But I'm fine, Gioconda.

-I swear I am. -I'm so ashamed of you.

Don Nicola! Don Nicola!

What do you want? I'm very ill.

-Are you at death's door? -Leave me alone in my grave.

-Don't desecrate my body. -This place is a madhouse today.

Who am I to tell that the police are downstairs?

The police? Again? What do they want from us?

Don't be scared, Don Nicola. They're good people.

I think they've come to take you and Donna Gioconda to jail.

-Is the Count in? -Yes. He knows the police are here.

I can vouch for the lady's good faith.

I'll refer it to the Commissioner. He'll decide what to do...

... about Giconda Perfetti and that Signor Nicola...

-Just a moment... Nicola... -Bernacchia. Here I am.

I vouch also for the good faith of this poor wretch.

They were both hoodwinked.

The Count is a real gentleman.

-I've been indicted in absentia, -Yes, of course.

-incomprehensibly, innocently-- -Yes.

-I'll inform the lady. Good day. -Good day.

God bless you, Count. Thank you.

You can do what you like to me. You're as kind as my mother.

You're into trouble. I told you to keep away from that house.

What a terrible night! Cards! Money! 'Hands up!'Guns!

Count, Mother... My brain is exploding!

-Don Nicola, where are you? -You talk to her, please.

Right now, I need a cold compress on my forehead.

'You have the 9 of aces.' Seven, eight...

... 7, 8, 9, 7, 8, 9. My poor head!

Go and have a lie down. You're too upset and can't think straight.

-Try to sleep. You'll get over it. -Yes, Mother but--

You see? You're all confused.

What? 'Place your bets. I'll wager on the left one.'

Don Nicola!

Don Nicola! Where's that scoundrel gotten to?

Calm down. Nicola isn't well. He needs to rest his nerves.

-How are you feeling? -I'm fine! Just fine!

I'm sorry to receive you dressed like this, but I can't help it.

-We need to talk. -Now?

-I understand you're tired. -These circumlocutions really...

... serve no purpose. If you want to sell me the villa, I'll buy it,

but I must warn you I've invested my money in the salvage company.

I have to sell my villa. My administrator's found...

... someone willing to pay the asking price,

but as a condition, he wants to move in after signing the contract.

I told you I'll buy the villa. I'll buy it!

I just need a month to get all the money together, all right?

As soon as I get my first profits from the salvage company,

I'll clear up my debt. Do you want a down payment? Take this.

I paid 1 , 7 00,000 lire for this ring.

I can't accept it. This ring is fake. Fake like the paintings.

Listen, Count, I'm not in the mood for joking this morning.

You, the jeweler and everyone else appraised its value.

Just now, there was a visit from two policemen...

... from the station where you and Don Nicola spent the night.

I spoke to them myself. It's a serious matter.

The ring you got from the alleged nephew of EIzevira Des Mendozes,

a thief known to every police force in Europe,

had been stolen on a train from a lady from Turin.

The morning he came to collect the money,

he cleverly switched it with this one worth no more than 5,000 lire.

It's fake.

The Commissioner is expecting you. Your troubles aren't over.

They're not over? What more do they want from me?

I lost a huge pile of money.

I bought, as genuine, a ring that's not worth a light.

They kept me in jail overnight. That's not enough?

You'll have to prove clearly you are not a fence for stolen jewelry

to avoid being indicted on criminal charges.

Until a few moments ago, I felt so strong, so courageous.

But now, the idea of returning to the police--

I'm scared, Count. Please help me. What am I to do?

The Commissioner will understand you were a victim in this affair.

And if he doesn't? I wanted to make everyone happy...

... with that money: Lucia, Don Nicola, the American mine owner--

Now, they're all attacking me like wolves.

My God! What bad luck this fortune has brought me!

Go and get dressed.

Remember I'm here to help you.

Zefira!

I know you hate or despise me, but

... if you knew what really happened you wouldn't think so badly of me.

It's not you I think badly of, Anna, it's Lucky.

-He's the one who tricked me. -He tricked both of us,

but I believed him. I wasn't able to defend myself like you did.

With you, it was just an innocent game, while with me--

But it was a game that compromised me.

-You knew I was going to marry him. -But you're rich.

Lucky's poor. Did you know that?

You and your sister thought he was a millionaire,

but he's just a miner.

-He told me the truth. -He's a real scoundrel!

Oh no, Lucky's not bad.

I love you...

... and I love Anna.

-Very convenient! -You don't understand.

Anna's expecting a baby. I only kissed your hand.

Anna's poor. I'm marrying her for the baby. So Lucky's not bad.

I have an American marriage license.

I'm going to marry Anna and take her to California,

work and build...

... a little house of my own. So, Lucky's not bad, is he?

You bought the ring as a valuable jewel.

Commissioner, I felt sorry for that man, so I bought the diamond.

That's what all fences say.

Did you know the sale and purchase of precious stones is forbidden?

-No, I didn't. -Oh, didn't you know?

Well, now you know your crime is punished with years in jail.

But I was tricked!

Hello? You're still asking me what you're supposed to do?

Take them straight to the jail. You mustn't have any pity!

You were not unaware of this law.

You didn't even ask for a proper receipt on which there's a 4% tax.

There's also a 40% fine to be paid to the tax police,

as stated in art.42 7, paragraph 30.

-You didn't know this either. -Commissioner, the ring I have now

-isn't worth a cent. Here it is. -But the one you bought was real.

-Here it is. -Give it back to me and I'll give

-you the fake one and pay the fine. -You must be joking.

We'll give the real one back to its legitimate owner.

Explain to me how you made such a fortune in just a few months.

From a small shop to a villa!

Commissioner, it started out as a hobby, with a little cart.

The the fruit went up in price, and in volume too.

I switched from the cart to a trailer-truck, 2 trailer-trucks--

Commissioner, as my fruit sales grew, so did the number of trucks.

-It's simple maths. -The women's prison awaits you.

But I'm taking into consideration a phone call I received a while...

... ago from Count Ghirani. For this reason, I'm freeing you on bail.

I've nothing more to say to you.

So, can I go? Thank you, Commissioner.

-Thanks very much. -Cavaliere, Trinca's here.

-Send him in. -White wine, sir?

Yes, Giovanni. A half bottle of Castel Bracciani chilled.

-The Count is over there. -Thank you.

-Count Ghirani! -What a surprise!

-Who told you where to find me? -The boy told me.

-Do have a seat. -No, I'm not stopping.

I only came by to thank you for everything you've done for me.

-Have lunch with me. -I don't want to disturb you.

-I'll tell you everything at home. -A place setting for the lady.

-Certainly, Count. Francesco! -If I'm on this lovely terrace...

... instead of in prison, it's only thank to your phone call.

-Don't give it another thought. -'Don't give it another thought.'

The Commissioner let me go for now, but later?

Later nothing will happen. The misunderstanding's been cleared up.

What misunderstanding? Article 42 7, paragraph XY'Z...

... of the Penal Code or whatever it is says this matter's not settled.

-Hors-d'oeuvres? -Yes, please.

-That's enough, thank you. -So little?

Lay it on! That's it. A few olives.

Gherkins. A few of these.

And some egg.

That's it! Well done!

Then I'll have the same.

Thank you.

Lay it on, just like his serving.

You see, Count,

of all the disappointments I've had, the worst concerns Lucia.

I know what you're referring to. The American.

-You know about him too? -He wasn't the right man for her.

But he compromised her.

Your sister knew how to defend herself.

It's much ado about nothing. This will be a good lesson for her.

Love between two young people must bloom spontaneously.

These cheerful young soldiers in their uniform have appeared...

... to the eyes of so many girls like an army of Prince Charmings.

-But then-- -But he settled down at my house.

Yes, but with Anna. He settled down in the kitchen, like cats do.

I'm thinking of the comments of my husband's friend and relatives.

They all have forked tongues. Everyone'll be gossiping about us.

You can say the engagement was called off not because of Lucia.

Do you know Nino? He works in my shop. He wanted to marry Lucia.

The poor guy can't say 3 words without adding 4 swear words.

Just imagine the vulgar things he'll say!

Vulgarity is never found in words.

It's one's action and spirit that count.

I don't know this Nino, but I feel he's a gentleman.

Do you want to know something? I've learned to like you.

To really like you.

You can't imagine how at ease I feel here.

All the worries I had when I came in are disappearing one by one.

They're going towards St. Peter's.

From now on, I won't do a thing without asking for your advice.

I'll buy the villa, as I said. You'll move back to the 1 st floor,

and my sister and I will settle into the basement.

Thank you, dear Gioconda, for your trust and kindness,

but you won't have my advice for long.

I'm leaving in a few days for a place way far away.

I have to work and build a new life for myself.

-You're leaving me at this time? -I came here...

... to bid farewell to Rome, because I don't know when I'll be able...

-... to return, if I return. -I wasn't expecting it from you.

I wonder how much they charge for these peaches?

In my shop, I had peaches as big

as that, like a baby's head, not tiny like these.

I assure you that the buyers will soon come to visit the villa,

and will move in in a few days'time.

Don Nicola Bernacchia, I'll remember with disgust,

nauseated this period...

... during which I've been forced to deal with you.

Cavaliere Bonifazio, this is the last insult I'm taking from you.

In any case, Donna Gioconda, unbeknownst to you,

has already done a deal with the Count to buy this villa.

Poor Don Nicola, your brain is failing.

I don't want to throw you out due to the Christian kindness...

... the Count has always had for down-and-out wretches like you.

Me a wretch? Nicola Bernacchia is a down-and-out?

You and your underfed master are as poor as church mice.

I should slap your face, but I won't. I throw my contempt...

... at you as one throws a crust of bread to a poor stray dog.

-Enough! Leave! -The ones leaving this villa...

... will be you and your employer.

There's an article in this paper that concerns you both.

Here! Read this.

-It doesn't interest me. -I'll read it to you.

'The marine salvage company scandal.'

'The maritime worId was greatly shocked at the news...

... of the bankruptcy of the N.A.R. marine salvage company and the...

flight abroad of the Commendatore Bardag with the millions...

... belonging to shareholders.

Among the shareholders most badly hit...

... are Gioconda Perfetti who had invested a very large sum...

said to be in excess of 30 million lire.'

Poor, miserable wretch!

We're ruined.

Don Nicola, what's up? Have you been hit by a paralysis?

Don Nicola, say something!

The salvage company...

We're bankrupt. I couldn't have imagined--

Don't take it out on me. We're ruined.

But weren't you the one who introduced me to that scoundrel?

It was a big affair, worth millions, ships on the bottom--

Don't take it out on me.

My God, this wealth really has brought me bad luck.

It's over. I'll resigned.

It's over. I'll resigned.

What a disaster! Who are you?

Baldassarre Verano, ex-butler to the Bishop of San Sepolcro.

I'm here to start work as per the agreement with the agency.

The funeral services agency?

No, the employment agency for distinct, lite household staff.

Where's my room?

In the hereafter.

Lucia?

Lucia?

Little boy, what are you doing here? Have you seen my sister?

-Yes, I saw her leaving. -Listen...

You must tell me what you know. Where did my sister go?

I'm a partisan, not a spy.

I know you're a good little boy.

I forgive you all the tricks you played on me, but you have...

... to know where she's gone. I'll go mad if I don't find her.

I followed her, riding on back of the carriage as far as the bridge.

-She'll throw herself in the river! -Don't be silly!

I'll get out of the way. This evening, I'll collect my stuff.

-Do you want to leave the shop? -Do you take me for a puppet?

Do you think I don't know why you are here? I read the papers too.

You'll find the shop as you left it. The money's in the cash drawer.

-Where will you go? -Wherever I like. What do you care?

I couldn't care less. But I have to tell my sister.

You can tell her Nino's gone and wants nothing more to do with you.

I think I've made myself clear. Goodbye.

Lucia! Lucia!

My nephew would like to say goodbye to you.

-But I'm not leaving today. -I know, but we are.

You're leaving now that the new owners can pay you more?

It's not a question of money. The problem is you're leaving,

and when we've lost you, we've lost everything.

-What about the boy? -I'll take him with me to Piedmont.

My sister lives there and we have a small plot of land.

She's been waiting for me for years.

The boy will study up there. He must become a great man.

Wait a moment and I'll call him. Come here, Tranquillo!

Go to the Count and pay him your respects.

-What him what? -You never understand.

Go to the Count and kiss his hand.

Come here!

Here! Buy whatever you like. Do be a good boy and study hard.

Tranquillo!

-Do you want the money back? -Give me a kiss.

Don't forget me.

There you are.

-Did you get the delivery note? -Yes, it's in there.

Out of the way! Thanks.

Good morning, Nino. How are you? Would you do me a favour?

-Oh, it's you. What do you want? -I need to send a load of tomatoes

... to my shop. My cart's broken down and I can't manage.

-Where are the goods? -At Moretti's.

Ok, I'll bring them round later.

Nando, did you see Signora Gioconda is back?

How snooty you've become, Nino. You don't even talk to me,

yet we've known each other for years.

I've never been snooty in my life. Take care, Signora Gioconda.

-Careful! -Don't do as your sister!

She fobs me off with shriveled grapes.

Here's your 60 lire.

-Where shall I put them? -On the other counter.

We got held up. Nino couldn't come so he sent me.

Nino sent an ambassador? Is he ashamed to come to the shop?

See you around.

'At the center of your breast,'

'at the center of your breast there are three things.'

'There are the little mounds...'

Eat, you silly girl!

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Someone's at the door. Who can it be...

-...at this time of the night? -Go and see.

Good evening, Lucia.

You've come here, Count?

I've come to say goodbye, as promised. How are you?

-Very well, thank you. -Forgive me for turning up so late.

I got held up by some friends.

I've just time to rush home and pack.

I'm leaving in two hours.

-Do have a seat, Count. -Thank you.

Lucia, clear this stuff from the table. Do have a seat.

May I offer you some wine? It's good.

It's been a very tiring day for me.

I didn't want to leave you without saying goodbye. I've cleared up...

... everything with the police. You'll have no more troubles.

Really? Thank you so much.

I'm very grateful to you. You did well to come.

I was wrong this time, too.

I'm always wrong about you.

I never thought you'd come to say goodbye here at the shop.

Why not? It'd have been absurd on my part not to come and see you.

Even now I've gone back to what I was?

Dear Gioconda, for me you're always the same person.

I like it here, this little home,

this street, the voices out there.

I like it because it's real, because it's all genuine, here.

And when I'm far away, these old things of my old Rome...

... will make me homesick.

'Trastevere is a star.'

'Trastevere is a shining star.'

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Here, Count. It's just a few peaches.

You can enjoy them on the train.

-They're really good. -Thank you.

Please, write to me, Count.

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Go on in.

-Has he left? -For good.

-Lucia! Lucia! -Nino! Nino!

'Trastevere, ever since I left you,'

'the heart I carried in my breast'

'the heart I carried in my breast. I lost it.'

'But coming back to you, I found it again.'

'Trastevere ever since--'

'Trastevere, ever since I left you--'

'Tour about it, if you like.'