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Attention, attention.

An announcement for passengers passing through:

Due to higher traffic, train traffic is temporarily suspended on all routes.

The travelers are asked to use the side exits.

Attention, attention.

Passengers are asked to leave the platforms...

and to use the side exits.

Let's get into battle! Because we are right!

Hey, get out of there!

You're covering up the demonstration!

Relax yourself!

Okay then! Now make a scared face...

as if something bad's happening.

Yes, exactly!

Yes.

Stop where are you going Hey you lost something!

The man's bag!

You forgot your man's bag!

Get...

Get her...

Pick them up at the Pension "Violetta"!

In Via Pietro Micca!

ANTIQUES

- Is she doing that? - Yeah, that's mine.

Thank God! I was lucky again.

You know, there was a terrible mess at the train station...

Oh no! One moment...

- You are sir... - Palmambrogio Guanziroli.

Born in Cremenago on December 5th, 19...

40.

Profession: What do you mean here?

- You... tight... - What?

- Poet. - Poet?

What does "poet" mean?

A poet's someone who... - What are you getting involved in? Be quiet!

So fine.

Here please. Excuse me very much.

But you know, you can never be too careful.

There are so many thieves out there these days that one must always be vigilant.

The money!

- What money? - My money!

200,000 lire: Three 50,000 bills and five 10,000.

Well, I don't know about your money.

Click just gave me the bag. Ask him where the money went.

- What did you say, is his name? - Click.

Like "click".

Don't you know him?

Where from? I only saw him briefly at the train station.

Hey Carmen!

- The movie is starting. - Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Look, you'd better clear this up with him. If you want to wait, there's his room.

You can make yourself comfortable there.

But if you spend the night here I'll get 6,500 lire for bed tomorrow, okay?

Otherwise I'll call the police. Come on, come with him.

Yeah, sure, the police...

If my money doesn't show up, I'll call the police.

Click is a photographer.

He has lived in this pension for a long time.

He's nice, but doesn't pay the rent.

He's a big son of a bitch.

I'll show him who the bigger son of a bitch is.

What does he think of opening the bag and rummaging in there?

What does rummaging around mean here? More likely to steal.

Because that is simply theft.

- Nice, isn't it? - Ziké!

I'm coming!

ALL ASS HOLES

Hey, you never get enough...

Aren't we here for the photos?

No, the photos were just an excuse for me.

If the owner of the pension finds out that I'm taking a woman to my room...

- she freaks out completely. - What do I care about the operator?

Who's there?

Who is...

Um, good morning...

Hey, who do we have there? What are you doing here?

What is he doing here? What are you doing here huh?

I'm here for...

I bet you're here for your money. - Yes.

Do you see? I knew it. Speaking of which, do you know each other?

Ludovica...

Look, I looked in your wallet but I couldn't find your name anywhere.

Palmambrogio Guanziroli.

Very pleased.

Um, we met at the train station.

I told you about it. A great guy!

He was in the middle of the battle.

Hell raged around him, but he looked completely unimpressed.

You are really an incredible guy! The crazy thing was:

Everyone ran away and he stood there like a rock.

You're really amazing!

I had to tell him to take shelter.

Otherwise he'd still be standing there like a rock.

I haven't even seen anything like it in Vietnam...

when I took photos there. Unbelievable!

Really? - Yes, yes.

It was a terrible thing. I was even stolen 200,000 lire.

Oh I am sorry.

I took great photos of him! He's a very photogenic guy.

Look at the expression on your face. You are not in here at all...

I don't know where you're at. But nice that you stayed here.

Cigarette? - No thanks.

First of all, I haven't decided anything yet.

Besides, I'm only here to get my money back.

Logically, to get something in life you have to get it.

I'll write you a nice check now.

Do you have a pen, please? - No, I don't smoke.

Very good to smoke, pens are bad for your health.

Here please. 255,000.

No, it was exactly 200,000 lire.

Oh, you green nine! That was my last check.

Well then just give me the rest when you've redeemed it.

Don't worry, as soon as I redeem it, I'll send you the difference.

What shoud that? You still see me when we almost sleep together?

My name is Click.

Real name Antonmatteo Colombo.

And as a photographer, I'm "Bombo". That even rhymes.

“Colombo” and Bombo. Clever, eh?

I took all the fantastic pictures here.

With this object here, my third eye.

They're very beautiful.

Especially the one with the lady on it.

She looks alive.

We have to celebrate our meeting with a bottle of champagne!

- Do you know what I'm doing now? - What?

I stop by the nightclub, where I still have something to do for a moment.

And then I come back with an ice-cold bottle of Dom Pérignon.

Okay?

It's okay with you, isn't it?

The fat man looks like someone who does not allow himself to be asked.

Bye.

Ciao, um, what was your name again?

- Palmambrogio. - Does it have a meaning?

Um...

It's okay, forget it! Oh yes, and remember the check!

Goodbye.

The guy is probably a little crazy.

Oh, the light went out. Like in New York...

- I'm sorry. - Why are you sorry?

Are you afraid of the dark or of me?

Don't you like me?

Oh, the cat lets the mousing...

I like it.

At this time, in the middle of the night...

I always feel like it...

an insanity to make love.

Come here.

Come over.

Hands up! Where are you hiding them.

What?

The horns your wife puts on you. This is Nazzari speaking.

Oh, stop it, you fool...

Pity! The first answer counts!

What's new today?

"Chaos paralyzes the city"

"92 year old raped by an ugly guy."

"Seven men escaped from prison."

"Kidnappings."

"Jeweler seriously injured."

"Four handbag robberies, six robberies."

Quiet day today, huh?

Now listen...

I need a 250mm telephoto lens.

- Mine broke and I... - took it to the pawnshop for repairs.

The way they fix things there, nobody fixes them.

Hey.

Look what I found again: A Boccacci & Colombo photo.

Do you remember in Vietnam? I had a few years less under my belt.

And I have a few more hairs on my head.

If the Americans hadn't lost the war, we could still be there.

But I didn't lose my war.

If everything goes according to plan, I'll land a huge damn coup.

- Ciao, my dear... - Hello Soraya! Thanks.

Hello.

And?

Listen, Click, if they find out, they'll spoil me.

Don't worry girl.

Um, don't worry boy.

Nobody will find out. Besides, you bag 200,000 lire.

Hey, I make 200,000 lire in a single evening, you know?

But you'll have to work your ass off for that. Now, figuratively speaking...

- Tell me dear, is it safe too? - Now don't piss me off!

Why should I lie to you.

I do this because I care about you.

Because if I went for it, I could be kidding you every night.

My clients talk freely about the liver to feel important.

They tell me all shit. Give me the money.

Ouch!

But now you have to give me something too.

Come on, hurry up!

Come on!

Are you ready?

They have to give me a billion if they want him back alive.

Good boy, good.

He is reluctant.

What the hell are you up to? Do you want to wake up the whole San Siro district?

Give him the syringe. Come on!

Hey Who is that guy?

Hey, hello!

Come down!

No, no, I'm just a photographer.

I was here by chance.

Don't pay any attention to me. Go ahead.

You don't bother me.

- Come down! - You want me to come down?

Come down!

Okay, I'd better come down then.

Well, I was primarily interested in the horse.

I didn't know what to do and that's why I was...

I understand you want to beat me up.

Yes, but first give us the negative.

- Of course it is. - Come on.

- Do you want just the movie or everything? - Everything.

Hit that asshole in the head.

- He hits like a woman... - How about that?

You liked that, didn't you?

That should be a lesson for you next time.

Let's get out of here!

Away from here!

Look, I'm not coming in.

I feel uncomfortable in the hospital. Give my regards to Click.

- Can I call you to see you again? - That is absolutely not possible.

I am a married woman.

Continue driving.

Take it easy, take it easy... Oh, the fat one is there too!

- Today is visiting day! Do you see? Hello! - Look, I don't like certain jokes.

I'm a nice guy, but when someone...

Why is this Asian kid crying all the time?

Maybe because he saw you and was scared.

I found it in Vietnam, under a cabbage.

He had no father, I no child.

It was love at first sight for both of them.

But only he is mine, the others are their children.

Speaking of which - ouch, my arm!

- This is Vincenzina, the white widow. - Very pleased.

Your husband is a labor martyr.

He fell from the top floor of a building under construction.

- Dizziness? - No, it's the truth.

First, I'm not into pranksters, second, I have no time to waste.

Third, I don't care about your stories, fourth, um...

What was fourth again? So...

Wait, what could be fourth?

- Ah, my money! - Oh yes!

I went to the bank for your check and almost got arrested.

It is obvious! Why do you go to the bank too?

Should I have gone to the dentist?

No, to "Teleshop". Piazza della Repubblica 15.

Ms. Colombo would have come out and given you anything.

Even a new shirt.

Oh yes...

How did it go with one of them? Did you fraternize with Ludovica?

We talked a little.

Clear. We'll talk about it another time.

- Come on, give me the rest. - What rest?

How, what rest?

I owed you 200,000 lire and wrote you a check for 255,000.

You give me 55,000 in cash and we'll be even.

I also need the money to buy the children something to eat.

And I'm hungry too.

No, no, he is more than a guardian angel to us.

We met him by chance when he came...

to photograph my dead husband Menicuccio, the poorest.

He told me about his little son here who has no mother.

So I said to him: Give it to me, I'll raise it for you.

I mean, two or three, what difference does it make?

Well, that's a bit of a difference.

He's such a nice guy.

He even bought us a color TV, fridge and washing machine.

He leaves us wanting for nothing.

And he treats my children as if they were his own.

Because money is not important to him at all.

Well, you have to take into account that not all that glitters is gold.

Hello, are you Ms. Colombo?

Yes I am.

Antonmatteo sent me.

It's about repaying a loan.

I would like - I have to have this money back.

He said I should come to you with it.

Of course, who else would cash a check from this... nefarious guy?

Every now and then I think it would be best if I put him in jail.

And you? Are you really stupid enough to take a check from him?

- Or are you in a blanket? - Why under a blanket?

I met him yesterday. Getting to know it would be saying too much.

Besides that, I don't care how you relate to your brother.

Look, I'm not his sister, I'm his wife.

Sign on the back.

Basically, I don't care about the family relationship.

For me, a wife or sister is a jacket like a pair of pants.

These records must not cost more than 1,000 lire!

Music is a good for everyone!

We only pay what we can afford: 1,000 lire!

That's the price! You don't have to buy it! Nobody forces you to!

- Clear? - Cutthroat!

- Cutthroat! - Put the plates down again!

Bloody hell! Please leave them there! Hey.

Call the police!

And you, you bourgeois pig? What do you think? You're on their side, aren't you?

No, I only stopped by here for personal reasons.

Ha, always these private reasons! The money in your hands disgusts me!

Let's cut everything short and sweet!

I abhor this bourgeois consumer society stuff!

That was a big blow, wasn't it?

What was it A German television?

- Why german? - Because they're more solid than the Italians.

As a result, they are more painful.

- But you were still lucky in the misfortune. - And how...

When you were brought here, you looked like a corpse.

You were off the trail for three days.

Fortunately, I persuaded the operator that you can stay here.

I don't think I'm lucky at all.

On the contrary.

As soon as another room becomes free, I'll leave.

I don't like sleeping with strangers.

Oh you still see me as a stranger?

- What else should I see you as? - Well, as a friend or acquaintance.

One who could be of use to you. Hey, do you even know who you got in front of you?

Yes, I already get that: A paparazzo.

- Listen... - Put your hand down!

Don't move your hand!

I am a virtuoso at the camera.

My photos are more meaningful than most journalists' stories.

Do you see them.

Do you see them And the? Do you see them And this one? Do you see them.

That should have made you understand who you were lucky enough to meet.

And now you can get out of the field.

Good gracious...

Excuse me.

I did not want to offend you.

Put yourself in my shoes. I'm a little confused, right?

Damn it! I arrive at the train station and find the war!

I want to protect myself and I'm losing my wallet. Then I come here...

Well, you haven't fared that bad here.

You have never banged a girl like Ludovica before.

This is my privacy and I won't go into that any further.

Wait a minute, it's my business because I introduced you to Ludovica.

What if I were jealous?

What if I were madly in love with her?

What if I tried to kill everyone who gets close to her?

Move away from me! A jealous drama...

No jealousy, you idiot! Like I'm jealous of someone like you.

Ludovica and I are just friends. She's a little strange...

but very fascinating.

You'll notice that when you get to know her better.

You sure want to see her again, don't you?

You know, with all this chaos...

I've lost your phone number.

I would like to see you again.

Because there is one of my poems that seems like it was written for her.

You know, I came to town with the intention of...

to publish and make known my works.

It is a book of poetry in verse that I worked on for ten years:

"Laughter is life".

You mean "eat" from, eat "?

- With the pearly whites? - Oh yeah.

"Is" from, to be ".

I want to express how important joy is in life.

And do you already know where to start on your way to fame?

Oh, my friend, I have a trump card up my sleeve.

There is an important publisher - perhaps the most important in Italy -

who asked me to come to this town...

to talk about all the details regarding the release of my work.

He plans to make me big in Italy and abroad.

I might even become the poet of the century.

FEAR what? The witches are back.

- Who's there? - It's me, Ziké.

Ah, you're running late.

I got there as fast as I could.

We work here! We don't meet to twiddle our thumbs!

- May I say something? - Quiet, comrades!

We can begin!

So, comrades, please!

We are here to discuss something very important.

We have to stop falling victim to fraud!

Yes, it is truly a fraud that is being committed on us.

And in case you don't know: The culprits are doctors and gynecologists.

They take advantage of us and subject us to humiliating investigations.

Comrades, you know our motto:

"It is my body and I control it".

- It's my body... - It's my body...

- and I decide about him! - And I decide about him!

It is my body and I control it!

We're going to demonstrate something now.

Does any of you know what a vaginal speculum is...

and how to use it?

- I. - Well. Would you pretend.

The rest of you stand up and step closer so that you can see the whole thing better.

The speculum is used by the gynecologist...

and only serves to keep the vaginal walls apart.

We can do this alone.

It's easy. You just have to try it a couple of times.

With the help of a small mirror and a flashlight...

it is very easy to use. Will you show us.

So when the speculum was introduced...

you have to open it slowly...

and hold it in the appropriate position using the screw.

You can see it.

With a flashlight you can easily illuminate...

and look in the small mirror at the same time.

So, maybe you can tell us what you're seeing right now.

I see a man!

Look, he's up there!

You bastard!

What are you thinking of.

You disgusting pig!

Come on, get excited!

- Come down, you disgust! - You lousy asshole!

How are you?

Yes, yes, it's okay.

What did the publisher say?

He says he is ready to publish my book.

It's okay.

But I should advance 7.5 million for the cost of the goods.

Yes, you are powerless. Costs are really annoying.

They cost you more than the costs of the other.

And the poems?

He didn't even read it.

And do you have to cry around because of that?

Yes, I cry because all publishers are fools and ignoramuses!

And you? What's so funny? You fool around and hit me!

Hey idiot! You have to be optimistic in life!

2,500.

- For whom? - For each.

Don't you notice she's talking to you Come on, pay already!

Why don't you pay for a change?

Just once...

Should it turn out to be harmful to you, then we will leave it in the future...

I'll show you tomorrow. I've landed a coup.

Those idiots from the agency who have always been the purest bloodsuckers...

will still notice who the old Click is.

You show them, huh?

- We'll show you. - No, no, you show them.

Whether you or me, anyway...

One thing is certain: To become famous, three essential things are required:

Relationships, favors and acquaintances.

- And with me you have all of these three things. - Nice talked about.

But it would be illusory to hope for the big breakthrough with poetry.

To be pessimistic...

is something you don't need in life.

Don't worry, we'll manage to get your book published.

Put this away.

- What's this? - Put it away.

A movie, huh?

That's him. He's the photographer.

- Yes I am. How so? - Because you're an asshole!

- Hey, restrain your language! - Come on, get the film out!

Disgust! Pig! Spy!

Oh, but now! Spy? As if it were a state affair!

I only took a few snapshots!

- Are there any problems with photos? - Do you have something to say too, you bastard?

So, I forbid myself this choice of words!

- Here is the movie! - Hey, give me the movie back!

Let go! Ouch! Darn it!

Let go!

Hey.

Get lost!

Have respect for men, Lord God!

You cowardly bastard!

What the hell did you photograph? Appendicitis?

I do not know. Is that what you call it now?

Hooray! Hooray! The witches are back!

Hooray! Hooray! The witches...

There is a lot going on here. Is there a reception too?

Of course, otherwise nobody would have come.

Quiet!

Shut up, the hell, please!

So, I think you'll be fine if I read the reasoning...

for awarding the prize to the master.

- Do you know that one? - Yes.

This is the greatest poet we have: Melano Melani.

He analyzes the silence.

Melano Melani deepens the subject with his work "The Cross in the Wind"...

and in it brings everyday language back to its roots...

so that signs and meanings resurrect in lyric reality.

- Bravo! - Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Ah, look, there they are.

If I can introduce you to them, you are a made man.

- Play with everything I do, okay? - Where's the buffet in this mess?

You are beautiful.

- Come on, give it to me. Thanks. - Hello, little flower.

Listen, honey, you can call your grandma's pussy "little flower".

This is a friend. She talks like this because she's a little shy.

- But when she loosens up... - And who are you? So, where do you come from?

I've never seen you in this area.

He is a young poet and friend of mine. He comes from the provinces.

He writes fantastic poems.

I've read it and I'm still blown away.

A poet from the provinces... We really need something like that.

Tell me, you're not a fag, are you?

Is he a fagot? Are you kidding? The guy has a hammer in his pants.

He just has to make himself known.

It would be enough if the old man wrote him a little foreword.

Then everyone would publish their book. Do you understand, Beatrix?

Why not? I take care of it.

Yes, but you have to deal with it quickly because neither of us has time to waste.

- I understand. Just the rest! - And while we're at it:

- I need a couple of tens too. - Why are you telling me that?

- Well, I could tell him. - That would be better.

But the boy is lucky...

Well, I don't feel like it anymore. I'm leaving and I'm leaving you alone.

- Carry on without me. - Ciao, Prince Charming. Let yourself be seen!

You can leave one on that.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Are you really a close friend of Master Melani?

Of course. Why this rural distrust?

He's stopping by for dinner tonight. There is pasta with lentils.

And you come too. Then I'll introduce him to you. Satisfied?

You know you are cute.

I have already paved the way for many young authors.

Massimo, this is the photographer I told you about.

- He's really very good. - Very pleased, honorable Member.

I was - I am one of your constituents.

Oh yes, I spoke to the association about your project.

Unfortunately there is nothing to be done about a photo exhibition.

Nobody is interested in Vietnam anymore. I'm sorry.

So fine.

Then maybe at the next war.

Thanks anyway, Ludovica.

Speaking of which, you can lick my ass.

There they are. I've already missed her.

One moment! Taxi! Taxi!

These Indians get really pissed off.

- Here, pull it. - No thanks, I don't smoke.

Come on, this is a joint. It loosens you up a little.

- This will give me catarrh. - Really!

You can't be such a spoilsport all evening!

Well, that's enough! It really sucks!

The celebration is over! Pull the leash! Hiss off! Goes home!

The party is over! You're too good for this shit pile.

Good night! Bye! Pull the leash! Hiss off!

You can throw up at home. Good night!

- Beatrix, I... - I said I don't want pimps with me!

Out, I said!

- Bye! - Bye! Bye.

No not You.

Didn't you want to meet someone Now comes your surprise.

I may be naive, but I'm not stupid.

The only reason I'm here is to get to know Melano Melani.

Where is the great poet? Come on with him!

Listen you wanker! Don't speak to me like that!

I'm the master of the house, you asshole!

Violence is returned with...

Violence!

You impotent, gay neuter!

Then take this!

I'll show you now, you bastard!

You lousy lying bitch!

Wimp!

Stupid whore!

Whore!

Whore!

Stupid cunt!

I shit on you!

I will get to know Melano Melani on my own.

Ouch...

- Hey who is it? - It's me.

- Ah, hello! - Hello.

- I'm sorry for a minute. - It's okay, go ahead.

I'll finish this quickly and I'll be with you in a moment.

- How's it going? - It's not going well.

What?

Okay, let's forget. Let's break off.

Go on, go on in your room alone.

Ciao.

- Come on, go on. - Menno!

What does menno mean here? I would have to say, menno.

- Bye good night. - Bye!

Cigarette?

You know I don't smoke, damn it!

Hey, I just forgot, okay?

What is? Are you mad? Didn't your poems go down well?

Oh my poems!

I forgot it with Beatrix, that stupid pig.

Damn shit!

My address is on it. If she's not an ass, send it to me.

She brings them over.

And then she wants to be pounded. She tries it with everyone.

You maintain great friendships.

Congratulation.

I bet you laid her flat too.

I honestly don't remember.

How can you not remember women you slept with?

I remember all three.

And especially the last one, you can't get it out of your mind, do you?

Be honest.

Well, a woman like Ludovica leaves traces.

Like feet in the sand...

Hey, tell me something.

What about your girlfriend? Don't you think about her anymore.

How so? Francesca and I...

plan to get married.

Imagine we already have a nice little house by the lake.

Her parents are wealthy and decent people.

They just want to get their daughter under the hood.

Your father intends to buy me a bookstore.

Maybe I should take the offer and give up on my dreams.

What kind of nonsense are you talking about? You never give up dreams.

Take an example from me: You have to be optimistic and happy.

Optimistic and happy, especially when things go bad.

Even if you may seem like an idiot.

I have made it this far with this attitude.

You'll say I'm in the shit As far as I am, but I laugh about it.

Do you understand?

The police are here! You want to see Mr Palmambrogio.

Huh?

Who's there?

SUBJECT OF THE PROTOCOL:

"Guanziroli".

"Palmambrogio".

"-Gio".

"Born in Cremenago on December 5th, 1940".

- Did you type it? - Yes.

"Palmambrogio Guanziroli".

That's a beautiful name.

Demanding.

Profession: Poet. Hm?

This is what it says on your identity card.

I had it written in so I would never forget it.

I understand.

Nice.

- Have you published a lot? - Well, not yet.

But I have a lot of offers. That's why I came to town.

Bravo! Very good boy. You have to persevere.

I think you have to treat success like criminals:

You have to be on your heels every day, collecting index upon index...

- Question for hours. - Yes...

And in the end you always manage to get hold of them. Well, almost always.

Anyway, we catch a lot.

So this Beatrix molested you and you hit her.

Yeah... I gave her a beating.

- Good, and where exactly did you hit her? - Well, basically everywhere.

On the head, on the face... just imagine:

- When... - Leave him alone.

Keep telling me.

When she tried to bend forward...

I punched her right in the face.

She then moved backwards. Then I kicked her here.

And when she wanted to bend down, I grabbed her head and...

Well, then she bit my balls.

Volasco? Volasco!

Yes sir?

Write down! So...

"While she was clinging to me, the lady with her mouth" -

With your teeth.

Ah okay.

"Bit the lady in mine with her teeth" -

- Let's write, testicles, "that's better. - Yes.

It hurt terribly. Do you want to see?

No, no, let's go. Maybe later. Now we have to go on.

And then?

Then she tried to get up again.

I then thrashed her body again...

and knocked her to the ground with one final blow.

The legs were hanging in the air and you could see - you know, she wasn't wearing underpants -

Then you pulled a candlestick over her head.

No I do not think so.

Yes, you did.

Gosh, I'm so tired.

- Volasco? - You're welcome?

Bring me seltzer water.

Right now, dottore.

Why a candlestick?

You know...

I have to thank you because it's been a long time...

that I didn't have such a clean and straightforward murder.

- Yes, like in the old days... - A murder?

Yes, you only deal with politics and leaflets all the time.

Are you a member of an extra-parliamentary group?

- No I'm not. - Do you see?

- A crime straight out of a picture book. - A crime?

Tell me, did you take something from Beatrix's house with you?

- What do I know? Money? Necklaces? - No I did not.

- Silver cutlery? - No, I swear.

Oh, that's a shame! That would have been the icing on the cake.

Volasco? See what kind of noise that is.

- Well, I don't know exactly... - Oh, I should have guessed that.

It's always you who piss us off. But be careful, otherwise Potenza will get upset.

How's it going in there?

It's all clear. The poor wretch makes a confession.

Is he making a confession? No...

Commissioner Potenza!

You shut up I'll get you a lawyer right away!

Hey you shut up here! Is that clear? Who the hell let the nut in?

I know everything! I have seen everything!

I can explain everything! I want to be interviewed!

Let's hear what you have to say. Let go of him!

He is innocent!

- Where do you want to get that from? - He was with me all night.

He has not left the pension. We were practically in the same bed.

Oh, he's a fagot too...

- What? - Oh nothing.

- And what is that? - What's this?

- What is this? - What is this?

- What's this? - What's this?

- These are my poems... - Then tell me right away!

It's good...

It was found next to the body. Even the address is on it.

"Palmambrogio Guanziroli, born in Cremenago.

Last lived in the 'Violetta' guesthouse."

If he spent the night with you, who left that there?

- I have to throw up. - You must...

- You villains! You tortured him! - Yeah, sure.

We are torturing people now. Have you heard? We torture. We are torturers.

I have a stomachache and want to go to bed!

Hello? Oh yes? I'll be right there.

Keep an eye on the poet and the madman.

You never know...

You could have told me you killed her.

What do you mean, I killed her? Come on, don't be kidding.

Beast.

I slept with a beast for two months.

That's the headline! We make a great story out of it:

"I shared my room with a monster".

When will he be executed?

Stand up!

I would like to know what these poems are for.

I've never met anyone who reads them.

- Take your things back. - Stop, don't touch that!

It could be a trap. I have a lawyer.

If you are not quiet I will let you stay here until the year 2000!

Disappears!

The real killer has surrendered.

- And who is it? - You'll find out about that in the newspaper tomorrow.

Get out!

All the better. Otherwise there would have only been trouble.

- Really? - Yes...

- Volasco, where is the seltzer water? - It's over there.

Then bring it here.

Well, let's start from the beginning: First name, last name and occupation.

- Father! Father! - Hello! Hello!

It was in the middle of our path of life...

when I found myself in a forest that was the result of building speculation.

Father! Father!

- Hello! How are you? - Papa Click! Papa Click!

Hello!

And where is the mom? Oh, is she upstairs and working? Oh nice.

Hey, take the kids, I'll be right back.

Yes... Come on, come here.

Get in. Back to the back.

These buttonholes are not good. You have to do it again.

- Hello Vincenzina! - Hello.

Oh, poor thing! What's happening? Why are you crying?

Come on here. So what's going on? You always cry when I'm not there, huh?

Sister Peregrina, may I introduce you to Mr. Colombo, my fiancé?

- Praise Jesus Christ. - Forever.

Be honest, Sister Peregrina scared you, didn't she?

Did you see what a huge nose she has?

What is mama doing?

Undeclared work?

Hm?

I don't want to be too burdensome for you.

- How long did you have to work for it? - One week.

But I didn't work from morning to night.

You're being exploited, aren't you?

How many times have I told you not to work?

If you need money ask me You just have to say it. Okay?

Do you need something...

I'm not just doing it for the money. It is also like this...

that work distracts me, and besides...

I'm always so alone here.

What does always alone mean here? The television is there!

And the children! Ho Chi Minh who loves you is also there.

Is it true that you like her?

Then there are many other things. I can't think of anything now, but...

Wouldn't it be nice if you moved in with us and we could all live together?

Yes, that would be nice indeed.

We're coming down in a minute. Wait a minute!

Listen to Vincenzina, I love you, but...

do me a favor and don't suggest it anymore.

You know, with relationships...

I don't have it that way, at least for the moment. Also...

Also?

We are also late for the trip. Let's go?

Look here! I don't see it right. Who are the people there who wave to us?

- Hello! - Wait a minute, wait a minute...

To me it looks like Vincenzina.

- Vincenzina? - Yes.

So they thought about it this year too. Vincenzina...

Go Go.

- Menicuccio! - You are Menicuccio.

- She thinks you're her dead son. - Menicuccio!

Vincenzina's husband.

Menicuccio, my son!

But you've gotten fat.

You eat too much huh?

Do you have a bowel movement too, my little one?

Water...

that flows through the valleys and carries rolling stones with it.

It unites with the sand...

and creates beaches where people can bathe.

You can see the traces of the fisherman...

looking for hope on the horizon...

And further?

Well, he's on the lookout for hope. And that's it.

How should I concentrate when the Asian is crying all the time?

Bravo! Very nice!

Besides, the poem is from Melani, not mine.

Do you remember when you were called "donkey" at school?

A little closer together. A little closer together!

A photo! A photo!

- Hey Tato! Carlo! - What is?

- A flying saucer! Just see! - Where did she come from?

- A flying saucer! - Oh, a flying saucer?

- Up there, the flying saucer! - Slowly, not so fast!

Say hello to mom. Wave, wave.

Wave, wave. Use it to tell mom, hello...

- Aren't you going to see it? - I only do what you want.

If you don't go what am I supposed to do there?

Isn't it right?

I see nothing. Where is she?

- There she is! Do you see her? - They're aliens!

Yes, exactly, they are indeed aliens! Just see!

- It's a miracle! - Yes, a miracle!

Let's sing a thank you song!

What a miracle!

It's a flying saucer.

Really, have you never seen a flying saucer before?

These are space phenomena.

These have been repeated at certain intervals for thousands of years.

Yes, Carter said so too.

Sing with me.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Your unworthy deceased!

Fuck you, you stupid asshole!

Kiss my ass! Your unworthy deceased!

What's this? A flying saucer in the shape of a helicopter?

Look, Menicuccio.

The Archangel Gabriel throws manna down from heaven for us.

So, I'm not Menicuccio, this is not the Archangel Gabriel...

and nobody throws us manna down!

It's a helicopter!

Bloody hell!

It can't be that you've never seen a helicopter in your life.

This is shameful!

I feel absolutely uncomfortable in the midst of such a naive crowd.

I'm calling the unions.

Fernet Branca is the all-purpose weapon in matters of digestion!

- We are there. - Where?

I have creative work to do for a couple of friends.

So you can see how people live who are much better off than us.

Did you see the dogs They eat three kilos of meat a day.

It's me, Click!

And if it's not the fillet, they'll get madly sour.

That there is a high voltage network. It operates 24 hours a day.

- Think how much electricity they pay. - It would have been cheaper with a gas pipe.

Yes, in any case.

What is?

- It's not dangerous, is it? - But no. Come on let us go.

Yes, well done! So now you show what you can do.

Diamante, you are really a zero!

You rock the gun back and forth. You have to grip it tightly.

Then you hold your wrist with your left hand and aim at the enemy.

Good day! You have to be the photographer, the famous Click. Divine!

Ludovica has always described you as a true artist in your profession.

- Yeah, I'm pretty unique. - Divine!

You have to take wonderful photos for us. The price doesn't matter.

Naturally.

- Is the gentleman your assistant? - No, the gentleman is a friend of mine.

- Divine, huh? - You could say so.

- Very pleased. - Oh...

- He's a poet. - A poet?

I have to admit that a poet is indeed still missing here.

We have high finance here.

Plus people who deal with dyes, chemical products, petroleum...

or trade insurance.

See what is still missing is actually culture.

Speaking of which, make yourself at home. If you want to bathe...

- Well, I don't have a lifebuoy with... - Oh, how amusing! Divine!

Darling!

Darling!

The photographer is here!

- Let him come here! - Follow me.

Come with me!

Oh, good afternoon. Pleasant, Caprioti.

This is the subject to be photographed. With me, of course.

Does it suit you here?

Ludovica...

How are you?

- The guy is still drowning. - Well, do something then. Massimo!

- What was that? A windpipe? - Come on, come out.

I wanted to shake her hand and fell into the water.

What are you standing there soaking wet?

- Go inside and change your clothes. - Yes, thank you.

- Don't get my jacket wet! - Oh excuse me!

- What does that chicken cost? - You won't believe it.

But I paid $ 7,500. Practically a gift.

Did you see?

He is gorgeous. But he was speechless.

- $ 7,500. - It's not true!

No, I mean the chicken.

Is not true!

You certainly don't know, but the chlorine from the swimming pool...

ruins the whole lawn. So please go to the locker room.

You're welcome!

Forgive me...

You have to excuse the supposedly harsh manner.

But we're all a little tense here.

One reads constantly about break-ins, robberies and kidnappings.

I am not afraid myself...

because our electrical defense system that protects us is perfect.

The madness! I developed it.

I personally came up with a high-voltage mechanism...

which a Chilean friend then implemented.

Unfortunately this became necessary due to the fact...

that the death penalty has been unnecessarily abolished.

But it can still be used if you have a weapon...

like this one.

A magnum that blows your brain away from 100 meters away.

Better to trust a good pistol than ten bodyguards.

This is my speech.

Believe me, Commendatore. Guns can no longer be used for anything.

Not even to win wars.

- What's happening? - Somebody is trying to attack us!

Get everyone ready for battle! This one is for you!

You take the pistol and you take the machine gun, dear!

Yes be careful!

Criminal! Put your noses out!

So that I can give you a third nostril!

Oh, Cesare!

Up there on the roof!

Look up!

Fire!

Stop!

But... this is my friend!

Stop! I am a poet!

Cesare, look! The parrot!

Oh no!

I would have preferred to lose my wife.

I swear.

END FIRST PART

SECOND PART

Yes, I got it!

Really unbelievable! It's beyond belief here.

I assure you, traffic in Venice is much more regulated and more respectful than here.

Yeah, but keep your hands on the wheel, damn it!

You know I'm scared because this is new territory for me.

You sway back and forth.

You're just angry because you received another rejection from a publisher.

You should be happy because I am your friend.

And when you have a friend like me, even the impossible becomes possible.

- Bring it on! - Hey! What are you doing?

Stand still, you mean thief! Now you have to deal with me!

You should be ashamed of robbing such a distinguished gentleman!

But no! What are you doing?

Ouch! Not like that, you're hurting me, damn it!

- Hey, take your hand away from there! - Come on, hiss off!

- I get along. - Then let go of me!

- Stay there! - Stop the thief! Stop the thief!

No, let me pass! Go away!

This is crazy.

What are you standing there like such a clumsy fool?

You won't be embarrassed, will you? Come on and keep me company.

With pleasure, master!

You know, I'm a little excited to see a great poet in private.

I think I don't deserve this luck.

Your courage and fearless determination deserve this and much more.

Ah what times!

Now they even tear the lettuce out of your hand. Pah...

So you're a poet too, did you say?

With all modesty.

You know, I know your books by heart. I once wrote an essay about your work.

Really?

Well, a lot has been written about me.

But let's not talk about poetry anymore. Let's talk about cooking.

That too is art.

When you're a genius like you, everything you do is art.

There is only one Melano Melani.

Only the Americans have not yet grasped this.

But you know that Americans don't know a thing about poetry! Oh...

Look what a golden omelette! Like the sun in June:

Alive and burning.

Such an omelette requires ingenuity, imagination and skill. Oops!

Oh congratulations...

my dear boy.

What do you mean, who I am? It is me, right?

- Did you wrap the old man? - This is inappropriate now. Ciao!

Hey, wait a minute! Listen, Francesca, your fiancée called.

She was concerned because, as she says, she hasn't heard from you in a long time.

Then she asked if you had this month's money order.

- And do you have? - Yes I have. Ciao!

Now wait a minute! Tell me where you put them

I can't search the whole room.

In addition, Carmen does not give up. She wants our monthly rent.

I put them under the pillow.

Under the pillow is a good idea with all the thieves out there...

Click!

Hey Carmen! So, about the monthly rent, I called Palmambrogio...

- I don't care about the monthly rent. - Oh yes?

I want to know from you why you haven't paid attention to me for three months...

That couldn't be done with Palmambrogio, the pain in the ass.

Understand me.

- You know, something terrible happened - What is it?

The other night he wanted to sleep with me.

- Who? Palmambrogio? - No, my husband!

Well, who cares about your husband?

At some point I called it "Click". Click...

So what? It happens to everyone.

My wife called me "Click" before.

- I could eat you up... - Hey, don't bite! No!

You know, Master, I assure you that I am fine from an intellectual point of view.

I worked very hard to get these 697 verses together.

Continuous corrections for ten years.

What are you doing? Do you bathe your feet in milk?

Naturally.

Speaking of which, be nice and help me dry them off.

Of course it is a first work.

And like any first work, it can have weaknesses here and there.

I have good news for you, my dear... Palmambrogio.

I have decided to record your visit in my journal.

This is a favor by which your name...

will be immortalized in the annals of world literature.

Will the diary be published soon?

Oh no my sunshine No no.

I hope to be as late as possible.

It'll hit like a bomb when it's released.

But only after my death.

However, I want to give you a present.

This is for you.

I've already signed it.

It is valuable.

You deserve it.

You are brave...

and personable.

Listen to that.

Adorable.

It reminds me of my youth. A trip to Sicily.

Taormina...

Oh, let's leave that with nostalgia and melancholy.

Let's Dance.

Come on, come on.

You lucky ones...

Everything is permitted to you these days.

You can pursue your passion uninhibited.

In my day we were sent to Carbonia.

I spent 14 months in the mine.

Carbonia...

An unforgettable experience.

Tell me my dear...

Have your homosexual experiences affected your work a lot?

To be honest, I've never had any.

Really?

Have you never kissed a man before?

Maybe as a child on my cousin's cheek.

On the cheek?

On the mouth...

On the mouth. On the mouth.

On the mouth. Hold me tight. Hold me tight!

Hold me tight. Come on, hold me tight!

Give me a kiss.

Like, a kiss?

Are you disgusted with kissing a poet?

No...

Honestly...

- I came for the preface. - Ah, the foreword.

I'll write you a foreword, but only after that.

- According to what? - After the ass.

Well, that's the way it works...

You don't expect me to waste my ink on less than that, do you?

But you have all the time to think about it.

I'm here in no hurry.

Um...

All right, because the whole thing doesn't convince me that much...

I take two or three days to think about it and then call for a possible promise...

so that... goodbye and thank you.

Concentrate. Concentrate well.

Benito?

Benito! Give us a sign.

When you're here, give us a knock.

Oh, Holy Mother of God! He is it!

Duce! Welcome among us!

Excuse me?

Ah...

Excuse me.

Um, it's just that I pooped and the cistern broke.

Now this is really inappropriate!

Well, I couldn't have known that.

I answer it.

Don't hang on the phone all night.

- Hello, Pension Violetta? - I want to speak to Ciick, please.

- Click isn't there. Whose turn is it? - This is Ludovica. It is very important.

Ah, Ludovica...

Listen...

Be good enough to tell him I called.

Tell him I'll be waiting for him at the Jerry Club. It's urgent.

I always said to him:

"Hire some bodyguards! Hire some bodyguards!"

But he just didn't listen to me. What an asshole!

So, let's try to talk about it calmly.

- Who were the people and what did they want? - I don't know.

- I understand. Was it trying to kidnap you? - I don't know.

- Did they shoot out the car window? - Yes.

Let's go after that.

Take a photo over there too.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be home and work?

A call came for you, something important. You know your girlfriend...

- Yes, Ludovica. - Yes.

- I just spoke to her. - Oh yes? Where is she?

You're here for her, aren't you?

You should forget about them. She is going through one of her difficult phases.

Oh, poor girl.

- Is there any way you can help her? - No.

It is not that kind of help that she needs right now.

- What you up to? - Let go of me, I'll go to her.

- No - Let me go!

Bad luck for you, fat girl.

Everything okay? - Give me a cigarette.

Here please.

So?

There's a million lire for the information. - All right, get the million.

I'll let you know as soon as I have the info.

But...

be on your guard, because you risk your life here.

Don't worry, I won't know anything about it either.

Michele!

Will you give me a slice of melon?

I said I want a slice of melon.

Good evening, Ludovica.

Well, are you following me? - Me? No.

I just came by here and saw you at the booth.

Then I saw the melons and said to myself:

"Why don't I eat a piece of melon? I like it so much."

Why did you follow me?

To be honest...

When I heard your dismayed voice on the phone...

I figured you could use some help.

I have already found some of what I was looking for.

And the night in a city is long enough to get what I am missing.

Come on, I'll go with you.

Where?

I'll take you home. - Liar!

You don't want to come home with me.

You hope I'll get back to bed with you. Right?

Honestly...

So yes.

Since the night you decided to sleep with me...

I thought back to it very often.

But my feelings go beyond the physical.

You have to understand, I've only been in this town for a short time.

I've never met a woman naked like you.

And well, you also saw where I ultimately live and...

I love you, Ludovica.

I beg your pardon?

How much?

As much as I'm worth to you.

Vincenzina has gone mad.

I don't think she has all the cups in the closet anymore.

Hold on a minute.

Holy Mother! She's completely crazy!

Call 113! She wanted to throw herself out the window.

I got a huge shock. What's going on inside of her?

Vincenzina!

It is enough!

- Leave me alone... - Vincenzina?

I can not do this anymore!

It is enough.

It is enough.

What happened then?

Tell me. Be very calm.

I do not know. I don't know!

My head...

I don't know what got into me. My brain is about to explode.

I sent the children away because I wanted to hurt them too.

I like you a lot! Let me instruct you! I don't want to hurt anyone! I like you!

- Let me instruct you! - It's fine.

Calm down.

It's better for you, for me, and for everyone.

Hello?

Yes? Hello, emergency call?

Please come here at once. Yes, it is urgent.

Via San Martino 12.

Yes, thank you.

Maybe I'll be better there. And you...

You do not have to worry.

All you have to do is take care of the kids, you see?

You'll see. I...

will soon be healthy again. And you...

will come to visit me, right?

Right?

Yes of course.

Look...

I... I like you.

- Yes? - Really.

Really? - I like you a lot.

Then do me a favor.

Let me sleep with you one last time.

You're welcome.

Here it is! We are there!

Get out, mother.

That's a nice, posh house. - Here for you.

Well, Palmambrogio just has taste.

He is a cultivated person.

Let's see if he's happy about the surprise.

Look here. - Palmambrogio!

Palmambrogio!

Why are you running away, Mr Palmambrogio?

Palmambrogio! - Mr. Palmambrogio!

Ice! Ice! - What, ice cream?

Wait a minute, I'm in a mess. - Will you buy us one?

Dottore! - Mr. Ercole! What a joy!

Why did you run away when you saw us?

I ran away.

No, I only went to this cafe to enjoy the city life a little.

Palmambrogio! - Francesca! My Francesca...

Palmambrogio...

So that's why you didn't get in touch.

You have another family! And children!

Oh, Dottore, you could have spared us that affront.

Affront? - A relationship...

May I find out who all these children are from?

What does children mean here? A relationship? They're from two friends.

At least the two. This one is imported.

It's a bit of a complicated, but very human story.

When I left Cremenago, I made myself clear.

I said, "I won't come back until my book is published." Potzblitz!

Here is your ex!

You thought I wouldn't come, did you?

Be honest!

That's the kind of woman I like.

I can tell by the voice.

Stop it, Click. The time to play is over.

That's why I don't age, but you do.

I always find the time to play.

Speaking of which, if you called about the check...

you can be sure, I'll cover him.

Do not worry.

I found out about Vincenzina. I'm so sorry.

Now you also have the three children on your cheek.

For a single man living in a boarding house...

it is certainly not a walk in the park.

First of all, I am not alone because I have three children on my cheek.

I also have a nice friend who, along with the three children...

so much hustle and bustle that I don't have time to be sad.

Just look...

Do you have a fire for me please?

Yeah yeah.

You always have everything.

I wanted to see you to make you an offer.

Things are going well here now.

And Gianni, the owner, is planning to open a photography department.

What do you say?

A great idea. Photography is booming. You will make a lot of money.

So I figured you could do that.

You would earn well.

Sure, I could clean the lenses, polish the lenses, and see customers.

They would say: Look at that one! This is the owner's girlfriend's husband.

Did you come up with the idea spontaneously or did you have to think about it longer?

When will you finally take life seriously?

Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror? You have hair loss and wrinkles on your face.

Soon you will be old.

Don't you think it's time to get sensible?

I...

I never stopped loving you, you know that.

It was you who wanted the breakup.

You forget the little detail that we cheated on each other.

What was the point of staying together?

But now it makes sense.

Let's be a couple again.

I will help you raise the children.

We could build a new life for ourselves.

I've put some money aside and could buy a business.

And help you find a new job.

A million. You could help me with that.

It would take me a million to buy some vital information.

I could land a sensational coup.

So you would give me a hand.

But of course I'll pay you back everything, even with interest.

You said that you loved me and wanted to help me.

And then?

Will you team up with me again then?

No.

Maria Rosa, if I did that, you'd just have to suffer a lot.

And I don't want to let anyone suffer anymore. I prefer to be single.

Do you know what a great man I met once said?

"When the future seems bleak to you...

you can still make plans for the past."

Because the past is over, but it belongs to you.

You can't erase them, not even with the future.

Then get out of here! Pull the leash and never be seen again!

And delete the idea in your head of a loving, indulgent...

good-natured Maria Rosa, who will wait for you forever.

From now on, you'd better see me as an enemy.

One that you just owe money to.

And these... you won't get them back until you've paid off your debt.

You can't do that! I have to work with it.

You can go now. We have nothing more to say to each other.

Dottore, the choice is yours now. We are in Cremenago...

and wait with hope.

The house is ready, everything is ready, so is Francesca.

Yes. - I've been ready a long time too.

But first I have to show what I'm made of.

I see...

Realize myself to a certain extent. - Yeah right.

I just want to prove something to myself. - Sure, that's absolutely understandable.

Do you allow?

- Thanks. Thank you dottore. - Goodbye.

Francesca, here.

- Goodbye, dottore. - Goodbye.

- I recommend myself. - Goodbye.

Bye, Francesca. You have to have faith.

Do you know what hasn't happened in six years can happen in 15.

That's why we came here.

This is father's wedding present.

But you can't open it until the train has left. Promised?

- Francesca! - Yes.

- Bye! See you soon! - Bye!

Laughter is life.

You were right.

I should have written a book about food rather than laughing.

- What difference does that make? - Shut your mouth!

- I'm still thirsty. - You keep your mouth shut too, understand?

- Who is coming to dance with me? - I'm coming!

I know why I'm pissed off.

But I don't understand why you are too.

It can't get any worse than this.

I always had women, and nothing but women, by my side.

You're basically the first man in my life.

Friend, father, brother...

Grandfather, uncle, cousin.

One person who embodies all of that.

'A lot of people I will miss when you return to your village now.

Why should I stay here?

I came to town to pursue my dream.

Just look...

what was done to me.

It's like I've been woken up.

I should have had this book published!

Do you understand?

- Come on, come and dance with us. - I'm going to dance.

- So? - The time will come in the morning.

Where?

- Bring out the million and I'll tell you. - I'll give it to you afterwards.

Oh no. First the money.

Listen...

- What are you doing with my poems? - Take care.

I'll show you how to do it now.

- One moment. - Come on, come here.

May I pass?

So this is for you.

And one for you.

- One moment. - And I'll take this one.

Excuse me, are you the one who tore pages out of the book...

to build paper airplanes?

- How so? - I wanted to offer you champagne.

- Ah, thanks! - You're welcome.

Let go of me You dirty dogs!

Ouch my ribs!

No! No Please not. Let it be.

What does "let it go" mean here? I can't always let it go.

So we are there.

- Where are we? Where did you take us? - Hold on to the seat.

- Come out. Come on, get out. - I barely stand on my feet.

What we're going to do, we'll do lying down anyway.

- Well here we are. - Here we go! Come on in with you!

- What kind of place is that? - No, not here...

- I do not like it. - No, not here...

It's really not nice here.

- What are you doing there? - Nothing works here!

- What shoud that? - What shoud that?

- Hey! - No, there is no banging upstairs.

- There are the kids. - Hey, are you crazy?

- No, nothing's going on. - Open up!

- Open up, Palmambrogio! - You bear responsibility until the end...

I'll take you with me.

Do not worry.

You too, yellow danger...

I'll take it with me.

Unbelievable! My father-in-law is a fool.

What is? Are you crying?

What should I say? I was ruined, right?

My stupid father-in-law had 1,000 copies printed.

I am destroyed.

He fell down...

Let's go!

Come on, hurry up!

Be quiet!

Hey what was that Something came down from above.

Hey what are you doing.

I have decided.

That was it for good with poetry. It is enough!

- What are you doing here? - Quiet!

Get all the other books and throw them out the window.

- All? - All.

And get me some gas.

- But you could have warned me! - That's my thing!

- What kind of stuff is that? - They are all the same...

Oh, stop it.

That's nothing for you.

It goes on...

- Why is he throwing all those books down? - What a stupid thing!

What are they doing there?

- Oh why are you doing this? - Throw them all down.

That was all.

I am all.

So, operation pyre.

So that's it.

Give me the cigarette.

How many times should I tell you that you don't smoke?

I do not smoke. I'm burning.

Oh yes?

Fire!

Mrs. Carmen!

Mrs. Carmen! Fire!

What a dilemma! 1,000 copies of 1,000 lire each.

I could have made a million on it.

That would be exactly what I need.

So fine.

Here is the million.

I wanted to celebrate the release of my book.

I don't need the money anymore, that's why I'm giving it to you.

So that you don't piss me off anymore.

Ciao.

- Fire! Fire! Help! - Who is screaming, fire "?

There's a fire down there! Come on! Call the fire department! Help!

Hi buddy!

- Who's there? - The photo camera! Hurry up!

But it's no good. It is antiquated. What do you want with that?

No matter! I have to land a coup. I can do it this time.

Yes / Yes.

- Come on hurry up. - Okay. Keep illusions for yourself.

Thanks. Give me that too. There's a movie in there, right?

It's probably only half full!

Holy shit!

Darn it...

Such a crap!

- Hello, police? - One moment please.

- Yes, emergency service? - Come to the amusement park right away.

A kidnapping is taking place here.

Damn shit...

- Ziké, is it you? - Yeah, it's my turn.

- Ziké, get Palmambrogio on the phone. - The fire department is here!

I don't care about the fire department! Get Palmambrogio on the phone immediately!

- Palmambrogio? - It's my turn. What's up?

Do me a favour. Check the third dresser drawer.

There are negative films there. Bring them here now because I don't have any!

- Where are you? - Ln Varesine, in the amusement park.

Please hurry up! I've already called the police!

- Why the police? - Because it affects her too.

- I'll explain later. Hurry up! - But I'm leaving.

It can wait! Do me this last favor!

Otherwise the million was up for grabs. Get over here now!

Palmambrogio! My fate is in your hands!

- All right. - Thanks.

CLOSED UPHOLSTERY

Excuse me, did you happen to see a photographer?

What are you talking about? Get out of here!

No! Attention!

Palmambrogio!

Come on, go on!

Stop!

All stop!

Click!

Click!

GOD LOVES YOU

Good day.

- The lady is Click's wife. - I am pleased.

All mine.

- How is he? - Mmm...

Holy Virgin Mary...

Good afternoon, Ludovica.

- Are you the photographer's friend? - Yes.

- I'm Ludovica's husband. - Ah...

Well, what can you do?

Unfortunately, things like that happen nowadays.

But don't worry. We'll take care of the costs.

Do we want to go dear?

- Wait here for me. - Fine.

Hello Click!

Hey Palmambrogio, you old fat ass!

Finally showing you up, huh?

How are you? You look great.

You know, the professor says you have recovered and will be released tomorrow.

Take it. - What's this?

I brought the newspapers for you. They all write about you.

Success weighs heavily, doesn't it?

The American agency has already sent the money for the report.

You know it's a lot of plasticine.

Yes, and that's just the beginning.

You will see what else will come from all over the world.

You were great.

I underestimated you.

You were right when you said you were a top notch photographer.

Do me a favour.

Tell me where the pages of the report are. - Yes.

One two...

They're in color, you know.

Three.

Your name is also very big.

Four.

Five. Almost five. One line is missing.

I want to touch it.

I'll take a look at them.

Like in the old days, huh?

Yes exactly. Like in the old days...

You will see, they will all stand in line...

to secure the rights to my picture reports.

My life starts all over again.

You know, I'll probably move to the USA, or better still to Australia.

For a capable photographer like me...

there will be immense opportunities there. You come with me, right?

Because we could both make a fortune together.

I take the photos and you write the articles.

Then we sell the material to all agencies.

We will of course also let Francesca and the children follow suit.

We are then a lovely big family. What do you say?

I thank you.

Are you crying, you bugger?

No, I'm just a little cold. I guess I caught a cold.

Stop fooling me.

Who do you think I am?

This morning I persuaded the nurse...

that she takes off my blindfolds. Everything is okay.

Do you mean really.

What the hell did you let the doctors untie you?

Do you want me to tell you what you're wearing Wait a minute.

No, don't do that. That could be dangerous.

You probably never change.

You always wear this light suit.

And the tie.

The black tie. Black like...

everything else.

I can not believe it...

but I don't give a shit.

That's nice!

Look!

- Children! To table! - Come on, children, at the table!

- We come! - What's delicious today?

Fish!

Come on kids. Go wash your hands.

- Come on, my pretty one. - Mom, look!

- Palmambrogio? - Hello.

- Hello! - How did it go today?

Very good! I caught such a big fish.

- Even bigger than yesterday's. - Bravo!

Do you know that such a fish would cost around 3,750 lire?

You know about prices, don't you?

Listen, aren't you coming to dinner? - Yes, I'll be right there.

Do you go ahead.

It's ready, we're waiting for you. - Yes.

Hello. - Hello.

What about the Chinese? Is he pissed off?

You're going to get Taiwan, don't worry.

Listen, how is he? - I think good.

He was in the garden all day playing around with the magnetophone...

that you gave him.

Oh yes, at one point he mentioned that he was glad we got married.

Where is he? Why isn't he coming? - I don't know. Go check it out.

Click!

Click!

It won't do any good, my friend. You won't find me anymore.

Listen if my calculations from the past few days are correct...

I would have to do it.

To the right of the gate, after 229 steps, there is an ampei.

When I put my hand on the amp button and it turns green, it is noticeably warmer.

I then cross the street and walk to the train station.

The only train going into town would stop there at this time.

Forgive me, Paimambrogio.

I know you are wasting all your savings...

To buy a fish every day and hang it on my hook.

But I'm sick of the fish.

On the other hand, I understand that you can't hang eggs on the hooks.

Bye, Paimambrogio.

You understand me, don't you?

Life is too good and I...

well, wounded myself to death here, Paimambrogio.

See you! Yes, exactly, because I heard on the radio...

that a device was invented in Sweden...

with which people whose eyesight is gone can see again.

I have to go or I'll miss the train.

Always assuming that I can get over the damned Ampei.

But I am an optimist!

One moment! Out of the way! Out of the way!

I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.

He suddenly appeared in front of me and...

I knew you'd show up here, fat girl.

Tell me, do you just run away like that? - Why, how do you get away?

Oh, you wanted a heartbreaking ending because you're a poet, I know.

But I've never liked a heartbreaking ending.

Yes, you'd better do without it, believe me.

What? - Hey, it's moving.

Are you really going away? - Well, it looks like it.

And me? - Well, how are you going to leave?

You're not on the train.

I'll find you again anyway, okay?

Huh? - Let's talk on the phone!