All language subtitles for Bubù_1971_English-ELSUBTITLE.COM-ST_29829807

Lina, where are my clothes?

Down there, in the basket.

- What's with you today?
- I'm happy.

Tell me, Berta. Will you come
with us at the tavern tonight?

No, I can't.

As if nobody knew who
her handsome baker is!

Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye, Berta.

Berta.

So, are you leaving?!

You'll end up like
your sister, too.

- Did you see how happy my sister is?
- Yes.

- We also danced here
for the first time. - Right.

Mr. Pietro, from tomorrow you
won't see me working again in here.

And you, if you want to make a
fortune instead of daily bread,

learn how to manipulate
the women.

Bubù!

I was afraid you wouldn't
come to pick me up.

- Bubù!
- Give me your hand, Berta!

I'm scared!

Come near,
ladies and gentlemen!

Come and admire the
greatest attractions!

- Look!
- We've got the cannon woman!

We've got the flying devils,
contortionists, jugglers!

We've got the bearded woman
and everything that makes you smile!

- Let's go, come.
- No, let's go, come on.

Let's go.

One...

Two...

Three...

Done!

Damn it,
I've got no money.

Sorry, do you have any?

Sorry.

- Take it.
- Thanks.

- Bye.
- Thanks.

Here.

You know, Berta,
I quit the job today.

One can't go on
like this, Berta.

We have to pay the rent.

And I won't work as a
baker anymore.

And you, Berta...

Look, you work
like an animal

and you don't earn
much money.

What are they enough for?

What are they enough for?

I said what are
they enough for?

Look at your sister.
You should learn from her.

Her, yeah...

she can stay all day
home with Gaston

and, then, at night...

Stand still.

Did you get it?

Tomorrow or any night,
when you leave work,

if anyone stares at you,

say yes.

Accept.

Accept.

There's little work tonight.

It started like this.

Night after night.

Young and old ones,
without even looking at them.

A chain of days across
which I walked.

I walked.

I didn't want to loose Bubù.

I didn't want to loose him.

So I learned to turn
love into money,

'cause love is fatigue

and money restores.

Luca.

Come, Piero.

Hello.

- Want some coffee?
- No, thanks.

Did you see all those
girls over there?

How can you resist?

Do you still wish to
stay here alone?

I don't know anybody.
You're my only friend.

But certain nights, you know,

your friendship is not enough.

I want to have a woman,
like you, like everybody else.

Then, come on, go out.

For instance, I
love Ninon too much.

And Ninon does what
those girls do.

Sometimes, those girls
are purer than the other girls

which are graced by their wealth
with the freedom to be honest.

Piero, only when there'll be
full justice we could really know

what is good
and what is evil.

It's the world's mechanism
that should be changed.

- Could this ever happen?
- it depends on us.

- Ninon is waiting for me. Let's go.
- Let's go.

But the real song
is not like this.

- How is it?
- It's...

'' Do you recall that lovely Sunday,
my dear baby?''

I bet you can sing, miss.

I can't for now...
I've got no voice.

Shall we go?

But you...

You...

I what?
Nothing.

I saw you staying there so sad,
that I thought: ''Maybe he's crying''.

Not really crying,
but almost.

You see, it wasn't wrong from me.

I've got spare time today.
If you wish, we can go for a drink.

Just this?

Is it all you could put together
in so many hours?

If you think it's easy,
you can go ahead and try.

Yes! You try!

You know that's not enough to
pay for all the debts we have.

I don't want to go back
working, get it?

I don't want to go back
working.

But I can't do more than this.

I swear it, Bubù.
I swear!

Your sister knows how it's done,
her and that guy living with her.

Some times, when I think,
seems impossible to me

how a girl like you could
accept to do this job.

But I love you.

When I'm done with
making them believe

that I had fun with them

and turn back here
and look at you,

life, even misery,
looks beautiful to me.

But there are evenings
like this one

when I'm ashamed of it.

Here.

Here, damned be all those you had
to touch to maintain me.

- Here, my sweetheart, here.
- You'll see that tomorrow will go better.

- Otherwise I'll dump you and find another.
- No. Not this.

I'm yours.
Yours forever.

- Do you remember Ninon?
- Who is Ninon?

That girl that hanged out
with us last Saturday.

So?

She killed herself.

Another one that
passed away.

Ending up like that,
and so young...

This evil will become our plague,
our mange, our hell.

God will forgive her, you'll see.

He knows how much
the poor girl had to suffer.

- Hello to all!
- Hello, Giulio!

-Ehi, Giulio, I'm pregnant.
- Let's hope it's a boy.

No, better a girl.

So at least you could leave
her your sidewalk section.

Is it pure silk?

This is all for the
women present here.

It's the first time that a soutane
doesn't require an hour of twisting.

- How did you do the hit?
- But that's not the true hit.

It's this.

And also cause me a certain distress.

Gentlemen, so can I have the honor of
inviting you all to eat a meal with me?

I am the master
of mandolin

and I go around
here and there.

My instrument
is pretty and subtle

and who looks at it
wishes to play it

by doing this:

mi mi, mi mi,
mi fa

mi fa si, mi fa si,
mi fa la,

mi la do, mi la do,
si la do,

si mi mi
la fa sol sol fa...

Mi mi, mi mi,
mi fa...

mi fa si, mi fa si,
mi fa la,

mi la do, mi la do,
si la do...

Silence, respect.
There's the manna.

-Ah, how beautiful.
- A great dish!

My Cecile has the prettiest
tits in all the city.

Once I met a customer
who told me:

''Your skin sucks me in''.

And I met a guy who
pays me 2 francs more

only for taking a walk
along the river holding our hands.

I'll pay you 10,
if you have a walk with me.

You!

- She's not a whore!
- Yes, it's her job!

Not today.
Today she's only mine.

Scram!

Mi mi,

mi mi,

mi fa

mi fa si,
mi fa si,

mi fa la...

- Hello.
- Hello.

You know, Berta, I've
been thinking only of you,

and how pretty you are.

And now that I see you again,
you look even prettier.

So much prettier
then when I was thinking of you.

- Have you got time for me?
- Sure, it's still early.

Let's sit here.

You know, I like
staying with you.

I wish the whole world could
see us staying together.

Here, now we might look
exactly like two lovers.

But Piero... do you understand
who I really am?

Since when do you
live in the city?

- Where do you come from?
- From the valley.

My father always wished that
his son could study

and work with dignity
and make a stand.

That's why he always told me:
''Piero, you must go to the city''.

And so I came here,

but I don't know anybody,
except for you and Luca.

But now tell me about yourself,
about your life.

My mother died when I was 13.

She passed away when
giving birth to Sergio.

I thought: ''Now that my mother
died, I'll feel painful'',

while instead, I didn't even cry,

but I felt her death
all over my body.

She was good. Sometimes,
on Saturday evenings, she said:

''Come on, girls,
I'll buy you coffee''.

I and my sister
went down,

and I was happy 'cause
there were a lot of people.

What are you doing?

- I'm going.
- Stay a bit more.

Will you pay me another 5 francs?

I've got no more.

Goodbye then.

I have to get another customer tonight.
I have to pay the rent.

You're not like the others, that
don't wish to exchange a word.

You are different
from of all them.

It's terrible with them.

It's obvious that they
think only about the job.

I feel good with you, too,

but I need clothes.

Then the heels wear out,
the soles get holes

with this job of walking up
and down all the time.

Instead, a nice shoe
stresses the leg

when you raise the skirt
to attract a man.

Uffa...

There's little work tonight,
hard to earn a dime.

If it continues like this...

Who does this pick belong to?

- How much?
- 5 francs.

- Since when you're...
- A whore?

Enough time for not making
you regret your money.

Come.

There's a customer who came for Cecile,
but he's got half an hour more.

He can't wait.
Could you do it?

- No.
- He's here, in the ground floor.

- You don't even have to climb the stairs.
- No, I can't.

Bubù waits for me. And I've
already earned enough for today.

I can't earn a dime
anymore, Berta.

Bubù...

Help me...

Help me...

It must have happened
what I feared.

Yesterday I had a
talk with my sister.

She told me how she
felt when she got it.

It's the same for me.

I have syphilis, Bubù.

The syphilis?

Last night I thought I
wouldn't make it home.

I felt a burden here.

I'd like to know who's the pig
that transmitted it to you!

If I know it, I'll stick a
knife in his stomach!

All the better if he's a rich man!

Damned pigs!
Pigs!

Only 'cause they've got money!
Pigs!

Calm down, Bubù.

Inplagued ones!
Pigs!

I'll go shopping.

Eating will make it better.

Inplagued ones.

I have to leave you now, Berta.

Damn you.

- He's crazy.
- What's with him?

Pigs.

It's your son.

- You look sad.
- Things are getting worse, mother.

When you fall off the branch...

And you fall off
for sure...

- I'm in need of money.
- Work.

Work like everybody else.

If it was for you,
you'd let me rot.

Beautiful life that one...

Bubù.

Bubù?

Giulio.

My friend.

- I need to talk to you.
- What about?

It's an urgent matter,
a private matter.

Done. We'll make the
counts another time.

Now I have to talk... to the lambkin.

I'll revise.

So, what's up?

Berta...

Berta?

In short,
she got it.

- And maybe I got it, too.
- Good.

I feel it here,
on the hunch.

What hunch?
It's not where you feel it.

So, what do you care?
A respected thug must have it.

And if he's not a worm,
he must boast of it.

It's our baptism.

Ours and theirs.

For the rest... don't we have
everything in common?

And this should be
in common, too.

I have it.

For two years.

They gave me certain pills at the hospital.
I've never suffered.

Cecile transmitted it to me.

I could have left her.

But you can't leave a woman
because she's sick.

Do you understand?

Let's go.

The syphilis is like a prison,
that could be prevented,

but you could get out
of it even stronger.

But I've never been afraid
of syphilis or prison.

The important thing is that
we live it our way.

- What's up?
- Fine, and you?

Do you know that I left the cripple?
He wanted to slice my neck.

- Really?
- But I told him:''Baby, you're really nuts.

You still have to grow up,
in order to to screw me up.''

- Bye, honey.
- Bye.

- Feeling better now?
- Yes, better, it amuses me.

Cecile is suffering.

- Let's go.
- A toast to my syphilis.

It's very easy for the cure...

Berta!

Look what I brought you.

Something must have happened
'cause you're so kind.

- Give me a kiss.
- No, leave me.

- Come on, Berta.
- You'll make the dinner burn.

- Come on.
- You know we shouldn't.

I don't care.

Why do you want this?

Cause it's right.

You must not suffer alone.

Open your lips.

Bite me.

I said bite me.

This way we're
truly equal.

- Am I hurting you?
- No.

That I am sick,
that I am sick...

Sick that I am sick,

that I am sick,
lovesick.

Sing, Berta. I've been doing
this job for 20 years

and still my lust for
men isn't over yet.

Piero.

- What's up?
- Berta.

- Berta?
- She's sick.

There, now that I was
getting used to her.

Now that I discovered love,
she had to seal herself in the hospital.

Which one?

- At the Holy Heart.
- Maybe...

Perhaps you don't know
that in that hospital

there are only sick women,
but not sick of plague or cancer...

But of syphilis.

No.

It's not true.

It's horrifying!
It's disgusting!

It's disgusting.

The horrifying thing is that, for a living,
she's forced to have this kind of life.

No.

The awful thing is that she could
deceive and lie to me.

And then I...

You?

I want to live, Luca.
I want to live.

I'm not here to be ruined, I didn't come
in this city for this disgust.

If you leave her,
Berta will end like Ninon.

They'll start to keep
her away from all,

to separate her from them, like an
inplagued they'll put the finger on her.

There was a woman in the
word which I could save,

instead I didn't do it.

I could have saved her.

Do you want to hold this sort of burden
for the rest of your life, too?

It ended just
like a dunghill.

Certain diseases, have
never been in our homes,

and if it happened to me

to get infected by the syphilis,
I'd have shot my head twice.

"My dear little one,

you're feeling bad, I know.

However, there's something
horrible that I have to tell you:

I know what disease you have

and I fear I won't be able
to love you as before.

Now I just hope one thing:

to not repent for
having met you.''

"My dear Piero,
I got your letter.

I knew you would have
blamed only me,

but you're wrong.

Don't you think that
even I could believe

that it was you who
transmitted this evil to me?!

But, Piero, please,
see a doctor.

Cure yourself until you're
in time, as I'm doing.

Or you'll get worse
and harm the others.

I also wish only one thing, that is,
to not see you ever again.

Berta."

Animals!

Let me get out!

This is not a hospital!
It's a prison!

- Let me get out!
- Stop!

Let me out!

Calm down.

- What's happening?
- It's over. You can go.

To bed, to bed.

"It happened what I feared.

I had a visit and they
told me I'm sick.

Now I wish I had never left home.

Now I curse this city and
all the people I met."

Bubù.

When will you be back?

The doctors want to keep me
in the hospital one more month.

I want to come right now,
with you.

Instead I've got to stay here.

I can't bare another month alone.

I can't feel you anymore.

Without you,
I miss everything.

You're right, but I
don't know what to do.

If I get out now, I could
transmit my disease to others.

Why? Did the Holy Spirit
transmit it to you?!

Take it.

I stored this for you.

I haven't eaten in three days.

You're enjoying it, eh?

Bubù.

- You're strong.
- So?

While you wait for me,
you could start again...

Start again what?

I don't know.
There are many jobs.

- The porter perhaps.
- The porter? Yes, Bubù the porter.

But it'd last just a month.

Then we could find
out another solution.

No.

Never! Wake up, Berta,
you're a sick prostitute.

And I'm a pimp that has to
live of you. Only of you.

The others decide our
destinies in this world.

There are rich people
who want women

and so there are poor
people who give them theirs.

Hello.

Want to remedy one day?

I'll fix you to play with
those guys, they're fools.

A day is not enough for me.

You have to fill
my pockets with money.

Let's make a hit.

With you?

Never with you.

You're a lambkin.

And if one steals for necessity,
he puts too much anxiety in it

and then troubles come.

- What do you intend to do?
- I'll do something.

Trouble.

Stop the thief!

Seize him!
Stop the thief! Down there!

He escaped down there!
Seize him!

What's your name?

Gino Berton, aka Bubù.

- And the wounds?
- A cut on the calf.

They say it'll heal soon.

I can't stay here for now,
even if I wanted to.

Bubù will need money.

I have to find a way out.

I have to.

- I have to.
- When it's time, Berta.

I have to get out, out.

If I stay here,
he won't love me anymore.

I know it,
I feel it.

Quiet, you'll get out,
but calm down.

Forgive me, Bubù.

Look who's here.

Away! Away bitch!

Got it? Go away.
You must not come here.

You're the one who transmitted
that evil thing to my son.

- It's not true.
- Begone.

The pig you're looking for went
away some time ago!

At last. Didn't you get
out in the morning?

Yes, sure.

I was around all day.
Then I decided to come.

I went to the old woman, too.
She chased me away.

Did you tell her that her
pimp son has got no money

earned by himself?

You're right, but I'm not good
at defending myself.

Do like me: when it doesn't work
anymore with one, I get another.

Aren't you enough of all
those punches you took?

Everything's spinning around.

The sickness, the hospital,
everything.

I have only Bubù.

He's my man.

Even if God came to implore me,
I wouldn't change him for another.

Believe me, all the pimps need
to be kicked in the ass.

You brought us the rain.

Ehi! Fly away!
This customer is mine!

It's not true!
He has always been with me!

But you were away for three
months and now he's mine.

Go transmit your mange
to someone else!

- Did you see her face?
- Who wants her anymore?

But she's like this,
she's a demented.

Berta.

We haven't seen
each-other in a while...

I thought that maybe
you'd have liked it.

Even if 5 francs...

I need it.

Did you come for the money?

I'm cold, Piero.

Come.

You don't know how hard
it was for me coming to you,

after all the evil
I did to you.

Come.

Lie down.

You must rest.

You know, at first I hated you!

Then I realized that it was exactly
that evil which linked us together.

You're my heart,
my soul.

Berta, you'll see that one day
the evil and pain shall end.

How can you believe that,

when you're alone,
tired, sick?

Luca told me that
he knows a florist.

If you wish, as soon as you recover,
you could work for him.

You can stay here for now.

Berta.

Doesn't this bed look big enough

for two friends like us
to sleep together?

Yes, Piero, but I...

You?

I can't.

The street is my home,
that's where I have to live.

When a woman reaches the
point that I've reached...

it's for ever.

- Bubù... I don't know if you heard.
-No.

They got him.

Without me, after a while,
he had nothing

and so he tried anything he could.

It went bad. When you're born
miserable everything goes bad.

They also wounded him at the leg.

It's my fault.

Why is it your fault?
Why?

I shouldn't go to the hospital.

I should have stayed out
to work for him, to rot.

You too,
the evil you got,

that's my fault, too.

But when someone
has many faults...

Is it possible that she
has them for real?

Don't be desperate, Berta.

The important thing is
that you came back.

The important thing is
that you're here.

I'm here.
I'll help you.

This room,

if you want, is yours.

I'm telling it as if I was
talking to my mother.

Even if you go to the
street, it's the same.

No, you shouldn't
even think of that.

- Never.
- Berta.

Don't go, I beg you.

If you really have to go to the street
to live the life you've chosen,

at night, at day, forever,
my home is yours.

No.

You could stay in peace here.

You could wait,
rest yourself.

We could talk here, Berta.

Sometimes we'll visit Luca.
He'll make us his coffee.

Berta.

It's not possible.

It's not true.

It's already decided
what I have to do.

But why do you still want to
do that damn job? Why?

Do you think we can always
do what we wish?

- Hello!
- Hello.

- You look good!
- Thanks.

- Do you still want to work?
- With all the rest I had...

Get into work.

- Do you have the keys?
- Yes, yes.

It's nothing, sir.

I'm one who knocks the
sidewalks to earn a living.

The more I go down,
the more I feel relieved.

Life gave nothing to me.

Then why not give it
all until the end?

''I miss you.

It's the first time we're far away
and it seems like forever.''

Your Bubù is even a poet now.

How are you?

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to transmit
my disease to others.

- Tell her to wash well.
- I'll stay in the middle.

Better avoid any contact.

As soon as I earn some money,
I'll get a room.

Come on! Run!
You almost reached me!

Come on!
Come!

Come on!

- Opplà!
- Are you nuts?

- Berta.
- Hello.

You're alive.

I've never been
so sad as tonight.

I'm getting bored.

Come on, music.

What's this drinking insanity?

That's what I want.

I'm sick of being always worried.
Another brandy.

I can't bare it anymore.

I've told you, Berta...
When you're in need, I'm here.

When you feel sad,

you know,
you can come to me.

Who knows what is Bubù doing.

He's waiting news from
me for eight days.

It's curious how you can find out
the handicaps of others from a distance.

But do you love him?

He has beaten me so much
that I don't know anymore.

That's why you love him.

Look at the old man.

When he drinks beer,
he throws it on himself.

Worms might raise
inside his beard.

You really don't want
to quit this job, do you?

Bye, Piero.

The nights are precious and short.

Every lost night is
day without bread.

- How are you, Berta?
- Look.

I live by eating mercury.

Who is it?

I'm sorry.

It wasn't possible anymore
staying at Bianca's.

You don't have to apologize to me.

Let me sleep here.

You won't refuse me at least.

How can you refuse
the one you love?

Only kids release this
kind of warmth.

Why don't you come?

I'll stay here to keep you company.
Anyway waiting time comes soon.

Did you eat?
Want something?

Doesn't matter.

I woke up at 15.00 and I am
not feeling hungry at all.

You know, Berta?
You have hurt me too much.

Come here.

No, here.

Didn't you say that we could
sleep here like two friends?

You know, Piero?

I really believe that when I
won't bare anymore Bubù,

life, everything,

I'll come to you.

Do you think there are two people in the
world that love each-other more than us?

- Starting again, eh?
- Hello. That's all.

Berta!
Where are you, Berta?

- Come! Come here!
- What is it?

- Bianca.
- What?

She fell down, all of a sudden.
Mouth closed, looked like dead.

- Where's now?
- Gaston brought her home.

The usual hysteria,
the usual desire to not work.

Bianca.

Bianca.

Bianca.

Since you're here,
I'm going.

If this is a sign that you're over,
I'll find another one.

Here, get it?

I really believe that I have
to go back to the hospital.

But I don't want to, Berta.

Gaston forced me to get up
and go back to the street.

Calm down now, Bianca.

When he saw that I couldn't
stand on my feet,

he starting kicking and punching me.

When I was on the street,
at a certain moment

I didn't hear anything,
I didn't see anything anymore.

It was like in front of me,
like in front of me...

But what's happening to me?
Berta, here, see?

Do you see it, Berta?
But what's happening to me, Berta?

Help me, Berta.
Help me!

Bianca.

Bianca.

Bianca...

I brought you the cherries.

The black ones,
those you like so much.

You're happy, right?

You're happy that
I came to visit you.

Even if the nun is contrary,
I'll be back tomorrow.

I'll always be back,
until you're healed.

Tell me you're happy.

The nun is waiting for you.

You have to go back.

Maybe it's already dinner time.

Come on, go.

Miss?
Your brother was here.

He said you must go home
because your father...

- My father?
- Well, he died.

And them?

You shouldn't come to my street.

Do you hear me?

Damned love.

Even if, you,

and only you, could persuade
me to do what I did.

Curse you life.

Curse you hunger.

Curse you misery.

Berta.

- What's with you, Berta?
- My father.

Your father?

He died, Piero.

He died!

Your hope,
your goodness...

Are just stories!

Of course only misery exists.

Berta, I don't know
what to tell you.

If you want to do me a favor,
leave me alone.

Got it?
Alone.

I know this is not my home,

but I'll pay you back for
everything one day.

Everything.

Berta...

If you could have the strength
to go there, at your home,

or if you can't for now,
tomorrow...

The only thing left to do is
going back to the street

to afford a dress that a
daughter could put on

when her father goes
under the earth.

A brandy.

The cripple is looking for you.

Segna.

Today you'll go with nobody,
neither with him, nor anyone else.

On the contrary, I will.

Four pence Saint,
this is my job.

No!

Come away.
Come away from here.

Why? Do these poor beasts
really disgust you?

Come, Berta.

- Let's go.
- Away.

I was waiting for you.

Then say what you have to say,

but do it quick, 'cause it's the hour
for good customers now

and I can't allow myself the
luxury of loosing them.

Why did you come?
Did Piero send you?

Piero didn't feel like coming here,

but even without him,
I'd have come the same.

Come away from here
at least for tonight.

But I have to, don't you get it?
I have to.

I want a black dress,
the blackest one that exists.

Then I need the money to leave there.
And those for the funeral.

Cause at my father's home, there's
not a single sign of money.

- I'll give you the money.
- No, I don't want your money.

It disgusts me.
Even your compassion disgusts me.

Take it.

No.

I've got nothing else to endeavour

for you,
for your life.

Stand up, please.

Who are you?

One like you, like Piero,
like everyone else.

Each of us has his cross.
I have this.

The belief that you can
change life, Berta.

At least we must try to make
it more just, at least.

Sometimes, when close to Piero,
I've thought about it, too.

And them?

These matters don't concern
people who live in the dung,

like you and your sister.

However it's already decided,
the kids will stay with me.

This is for the funeral,
the rest is for them.

Just because we're starving.
Otherwise, I'd plug it in your mouth.

Father, listen to me.

Even if I betrayed you,

even if I caused you only suffering,

do you think it's still
possible for me?

Answer me, father.

I don't ask for a sign,

I ask you to descend in
me with a little hope.

And now, with you and your life,
is over forever.

Please.

It's already decided.

It seems to me like I've quit the
sidewalks for centuries.

From tomorrow, you'll come
to pick me up from work.

At least I know that my
father didn't lie.

What are you saying now, Berta?

I'm saying that I asked
a sign from him.

A hope.

It was my fault.

Me and my wretched
sister made him die.

Calm down, Berta.

We'll talk home.
Too many people here.

What do I care for the people?

I did the job in front of everyone.

And in front of all I
have to get rid of it!

Enough, away.

Please, calm down.

Let's go home.

Maybe you thought that
I was drunk, but no.

I know what I said.
I will change, Piero.

Little by little, I'm leaving
behind the former life.

I want to make a new life,
a clean one, a life all of my own.

Sure. Sure.

I'll take you everywhere,
we'll be together.

We'll have fun, you'll see.
We'll celebrate your new life.

Meanwhile, Piero...

You must hold me with you,
until I get my first salary.

Sometimes unhappiness is so persisting and
makes us believe that living is a misfortune.

But it's over now.

Now I feel that the world
is going round again.

You'll see that one day or another
it'll end with a wedding!

- Who will this be?
- I don't know.

Who is it?

What do you want?

I'm sorry sir, to disturb
you right at this time.

But you can understand,
we couldn't wait.

Of course you could.

Get dressed!

Sir.

I said get dressed!

This glass needs to be washed.

You should take precautions,

'cause the ma'am has the syphilis

and plaques in her mouth.

How could I know that you
came out of prison?

If you were interested in it,
you should know.

However, it's good that you
put this in your head:

until there's a sidewalk,

until there's someone who is
not disgusted to go to bed with her,

Berta will be mine.

-No!
-Professor...

I beg your pardon,
professor,

but we're not
always like this

and we'll know each-other
under a better light.

You'll see.

Toh.
You still have the hair.

See you soon.

Did you get paid for the night
you passed with him?

Come on, go.

They want you to pay me.

Help me, Piero.

They'll kill me.

- Good morning.
- Have a good day.

You should have
rushed into the street

and shout:

"They're killing a woman
down there!"

Cry, Piero.

Cry and rot.