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The regional train 12048…

They haven't returned my shoelaces yet.

They think I could use them to hang myself.

But since I've been here,

I have never taken suicide into consideration.

The only thing I think of continuously

is how to get out of here.

Beltrami, come to the magistrate.

-May I have a minute? -Yes.

Just a minute.

-We have to go. -Yes.

Yes, yes, Here I am. I'm ready.

We are waiting for another train

because on this stretch it travels on just one track.

It's a matter of minutes. Enjoy your trip.

Ticket.

SUPERVISORY COURT OF ROME CENTRAL IDENTITY REGISTER

SURVEILLANCE COURT

Mr. Beltrami, the magistrate signed for your arrest.

Arrest? What do you mean? It can't be…

I was just under investigation. You had said that…

Keep calm and do what I say

because tomorrow at dawn they will come to arrest you.

They will search the house. You must put things in order.

-Do you understand? -Yes, of course.

I will start working on your house arrest.

Go away.

Why?

Go away.

-What are you saying? Why? -There won't be a dinner. Go away.

Do you care about your program? Your career? Your image?

Then go away.

They are coming to arrest me.

They'll be here soon.

POEMS

In the investigation on manipulated contracts

for toxic waste disposal in Lazio,

Lorenzo Beltrami, Ministry of Economy councilor, was arrested.

He is considered to be the key person

in the distribution of bribe money worth millions.

Wait here.

-Here? Are you sure? -What did you want? A living room?

Battistini, go to the magistrate for a meeting.

Maybe this time you will spend Christmas with your woman.

You'll be able to blast New Year's fireworks ahead of time.

Wait a minute.

Miroslav, a meeting with the magistrate.

I'm coming, boss!

Two of us are going to the magistrate. Looks like you're bad off, gypsy.

You are superstitious and still believe in the legend.

The law of the number one isn't always true.

-The first to enter, leaves. -We'll bet that with dice.

Maybe you are lucky.

-Dice? -Dice, for gambling.

I will enter first.

Did she arrive?

Don't worry. I'm not here for you. Come inside.

Not two anymore, but three.

Don't have them steal your second place.

I am Miroslav. What is your name, friend?

Lorenzo. My name is Lorenzo Beltrami.

Oh, stop it. The whole jail knows what your name is.

Even this idiot.

Are you here for the magistrate, too? For Mrs. Colombo?

No. We are waiting for the streetcar.

This is lovely, very lovely.

-Yes. -A woman's gift? You wife?

-I don't have a wife. -I don't have wife, either.

I have children.

You're a businessman. I saw you on television.

-I am a businessman, too. -What is your field?

-I'm an amusement park worker. -Amusement park worker?

Yes. Here one day, tomorrow somewhere else. I work for the joy of children.

And receivers of stolen merchandise.

Excuse me. Is it normal that the judge come so late?

I don't know. It's my first meeting, too.

First, huh?

Well, maybe second.

You've been here a long time.

Yes, it's very strange, friend. Very strange.

People like you get house arrest.

The court didn't grant that to me. That is why I am here.

We must try for a direct meeting with the surveillance magistrate.

She is a woman.

Tell her clearly that the environment is too oppressive for you,

and that some prisoners threatened you.

And it's why they had to move you to another section.

In the meantime, I'll get the psychologist's report.

Understand?

What are you reading, friend?

A book of poems.

Poems?

He reads poems! What do these poems say, friend?

Here, for example…

it's entitled "Waiting".

Read. Let us hear too.

You want to hear poems?

Read, friend, read.

Please him.

"Today that I was waiting for you, you didn't come,

and I know what your absence is saying to me,

your absence that was tumultuous

in the emptiness that you left,

like a star."

You are very good. Bravo! "Tumultuous", very lovely.

Do you want…

No.

I prefer doing sports.

So when I get out I'll still be in shape for women.

You train your body, while I keep bad thoughts away.

You're too pessimistic, friend.

With the money you have, you should be happy.

There are too many fables about me circulating.

And that certainly doesn't help me.

Yes. I plan on doing all three meetings.

Well, I should be there in an hour at the most.

Listen, one other thing, so you will get ahead.

The first man I would like to see…

Hello? Can you hear me?

Mrs. Colombo advised that she will be late.

Inspector, I wouldn't tell the prisoners.

They seem calm and I don't want to make them nervous.

Besides, Beltrami is there, too.

It would have been better to keep Beltrami by himself.

You evaluate that.

If she should come much later we will advise you.

-Keep your eyes open. -Okay, Inspector.

Is she here?

-Is everything alright here? -Yes, boss.

Any news on Mrs. Colombo?

She's about to come. Don't worry.

-Oh, thank you. -You're welcome.

Anyway, I think that this is a woman's gift.

Right, you guessed.

So you have a woman? Is she waiting for you at home?

No, she isn't waiting for me…

because I left her.

Let me get this straight.

You left her?

-Why? -It's obvious.

So she wouldn't leave me while I am in here.

It's not obvious.

What do you think I should have done?

Gone on? See her once a week in the meeting room?

She would have come in the beginning.

Then she would have come less and less.

She works in the entertainment world.

You can't keep a beautiful woman if you don't stay close to her.

The first time, I understood, and even the second.

But this is the third meeting you've skipped.

What must you do that is so important?

I told you that Mom doesn't feel well.

-When I don't work, I must go see her. -You can't leave her for two hours?

Try to understand.

Honey, I'm upset when I don't see you, too.

Honey? Since when do you call me "honey"?

-You don't like it? -No, I don't.

With women,

it's useless to get your hopes up.

Friend, do you have a cigarette for Miroslav?

Cigarette, please.

It's forbidden to smoke.

Yeah, but maybe we can make an exception. Here.

A real friend, thanks.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

But… Beltra'.

-Call me Lorenzo. -Yes.

That actress…

She's an announcer. Who knows how many times you've seen her on TV.

Yeah, sure.

Your woman.

It was just a passing fling, huh?

No. We'd been together since 2013.

I remember because it was election year.

Beltra'.

You remember when you began with your woman because of elections?

Sure. I met her during an electoral dinner.

How can I be mistaken?

Yeah, sure.

You seem perplexed. Did I say something wrong?

You are strange.

You are strange.

I understand the gypsy more than you.

He means that maybe she wasn't a woman to last forever.

Maybe that is why it was easy to leave her.

A woman that lasts forever doesn't exist.

Sooner or later, love ends. It's like life.

You are born, you grow up,

you get old,

and then you die.

You begin to notice with small things.

Yeah?

Yes.

Did she give you any signals before you went to jail?

Who, her? No.

-She is good at pretending. -Yeah, she's an actress.

No. If they want, all women are good at pretending.

And you should begin to realize it by the little things.

Like a new hair style,

a new dress…

A change in perfume.

Why did you buy this one? It's different today.

You think, "She did it for me".

Instead…

No, huh?

I'll bet if I left right at this moment

I'd find her in bed with the host of her program.

Not because she's worse than the others.

-No, huh? -No.

Anyway, better not think about it.

At least you live as a cuckold, and happy.

Hey, cuckold and happy.

What the hell are you saying?

-Mind your own shit business! -Excuse me.

If you argue, the warden will come and nobody gets a permit.

-Okay? -Hey, get your hands off me.

Please.

You've busted my balls. I don't want to hear you anymore.

What did I do?

You made him nervous talking about women.

You don't know what you risk.

He's a tough one. Always in and out of prison.

-Everyone is afraid of him here. -I see.

What did I say that is so strange?

That women can't be trusted? It's no big news.

Maybe he has a few doubts, too.

He is sentenced to 20 years because of his girlfriend.

-You're insisting? -Did you think about it or not?

-You know I only come for you. -What do you want?

-I want another shot. -Can you handle it?

Yes.

You are brave.

-Listen to her. -Look at you.

-Just say what you want to do tonight. -Oh, yes?

-What are you doing tonight? -Hi, love.

Why? Is it your business? -It's my business.

-Really? -Did you tell him you are busy?

He was kidding. Don't bother with him.

-Get lost. -She must tell me if I should leave.

Go away. You must leave. Get lost.

I must leave? Alright, I'll go.

Anyway, you are really beautiful.

-Forget it. -Go away.

Heck! I can't even joke!

I can't pay a compliment.

Love, what do you care? You've only been out a month.

He's a poor devil.

Do it for me, huh?

I'll straighten everything out and we'll leave.

You are so silly.

-We should be leaving now. -Hey, guys…

Your brain will get sick here, friend.

This place is not for you.

-Why? Do you like it here? -Well…

I am used to being in jail.

But you must leave right away.

And you need help.

Poems are not enough.

Meaning?

Do you know the law of the first one?

Never heard of it.

When many prisoners are in line to talk to the magistrate,

only the first is sure to get a permit.

Understand?

Only the first one.

Come on, it's absurd. It's senseless.

No, friend.

How many things have any sense here?

It must be another prison legend.

Okay, a legend.

But one that always turns out to be right.

It's fine with me because I got here first,

so I go in first when the magistrate comes.

You don't know a thing, friend.

We are not at the doctor's here.

I can help you.

You have money.

And with money you can buy what you want.

You're telling me

I should buy being first to see the magistrate?

You're starting to reason, friend.

Wait a minute. Then why don't you go first?

Because you will give me 500 Euros.

Five hundred…

It's not much to get out of here.

Where will I find that money in here?

Promise. A promise is a word of honor.

Otherwise…

What about him?

Don't worry. He won't know if you don't talk.

Alright, alright.

Alright. Give me your sweater.

This is worth more than 500 Euros.

It's a guarantee. I'll return it after.

No. It's something I cherish. I can't.

Your good luck piece, huh?

Yes, sort of.

In fact, if you give it to me, it will bring you good luck.

You will be the first to see the magistrate and you'll get a permit.

Great. You made a good deal.

-What were you saying, gypsy? -I was trying to calm him down.

He's not used to it. We are.

He isn't used to it.

He is very nervous.

I understood something else. Right?

Your meal.

-We needed it, boss. -Hi, guys.

Hi.

Excuse me, boss. A little problem.

Alright, ok.

-Thank, boss. -You're welcome.

That makes six.

-Is she coming? -She's coming. Good luck.

Bye.

I don't know how you do it, but I can't swallow anything.

I'm famished. If you don't eat it, I'll take it.

Here.

You want to swipe my first place.

What did you put inside?

What did I put inside?

-What did you put inside? -What should I have put inside?

-Did you put money? -No.

What are you saying? I didn't…

-Money. -What money?

See? I told you. There was just a sandwich.

I didn't mean to.

-If I touched a soft spot… -A soft spot?

-I'm sorry. -How the hell do you speak?

-Excuse me. -Be quiet.

-I didn't mean to. -Nobody is wise guy with me.

-I didn't mean you. -Shut up! You must shut up!

-Help, boss! Help! -You must shut up!

-Help, boss! -I'll kill you, piece of shit!

-Help, boss! Help! -Stop! Stop!

I'll kill you.

Assistant, stop! Hey, assistant. I have a meeting.

I'll kill you, piece of shit.

I'll kill you, piece of shit!

He's crazy.

Thanks.

Thank you for not lifting a finger.

You're not happy?

Battistini isn't a problem anymore.

You'll soon go to the magistrate,

get your permit, and you'll be free.

Remember, law number one.

I really hope it's as you say.

Listen..

What were you telling the warden?

He is very nervous. Can he and I smoke?

-Alright, okay. -Thanks, boss.

Come on, get moving.

-I'm coming to the magistrate first. -You, first? Both of you. Come on.

I swear, friend. Two have never gone to the magistrate.

-Never! -Both to the magistrate?

Both to the magistrate. Very strange.

-Come on, follow me. -What?

The magistrate isn't coming.

The railroads are in a chaos in central Italy.

Near Rome,

a group of framers set up a protest on the tracks.

Negotiations are under way between the police force and the protestors.

But it hardly seems possible that trains will resume their regular schedule

for a few hours.

The situation caused serious problems with commuters who are already penalized

with daily over-crowding of the local lines.

-I've been waiting 50 minutes. -For lovely things, waiting is lovely.

-Miro, have you become a poet? -Yes.

Today Miroslav encountered poetry.

Didn't you have a meeting? How did it go?

Wonderfully.

It was wonderful.