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Attention, please!

Little boy, Santarelli Alvaro, has lost his father.

The father will find his child in the press box.

Please, let me pass.

- The man who lost the baby. - Yes, but he found him.

Yes, I found him.

Alvaruccio, daddy darling.

You gave me quite a ride.

How many times must I tell you not to move?

What are you doing? He isn't responsible.

- What? - You have to take care of him.

- Me? - Yes. - Are you a father? - No, not yet.

You will see.

FATHERS AND SONS

Can I get in before your turn? I left my house unattended...

No, I'm sorry. By now I should be in hospital.

At 10:00 I have a patient in office and I have to be in clinic at 12:00.

What are they doing there? We're all in a hurry!

You see, asking parents to come here

is our last resort.

Like I told you, there are limits

beyond which we must act

and apply the school rules, albeit reluctantly.

You'd agree that making unexcused absence

four consecutive days, it is not acceptable.

Not to mention previous absences...

although occasional.

No, no, let's mention them!

An absence today, another tomorrow...

If my daughter in a month has already done...

How many absences, Mr. Principal?

Four... Five... Seven in total, Mr. Corallo.

Add Sundays and Holidays.

How many holidays she has done!

Exactly. It's up to you to act with severity or indulgence.

Indulgence? One month without leaving home.

At least! And no movies for three months.

Do you agree?

- "Tot capita tot sententiae". - I beg your pardon?

Everyone has their own methods.

You will know how to punish her. Goodbye.

Sure, Mr. Principal.

"Càstigat ridendo mores".

- "Castìgat". - Oh, yes, "Castìgat".

Please.

There's an interesting case in court tomorrow. Shall we go there?

What? - The old man who killed the servant of the priest.

- Yes. - Tomorrow morning, usual place. Okay?

- Yes. - Wait, I have to take the books.

- Look, I think I shouldn't come. - Why?

My father and my brother have many lawyers among customers.

If they see me...

They have customers everywhere. They dress all Rome.

You got to stop with your brother complex.

What complex? I'm afraid of getting caught.

And if he catches you?

If it was your father, I'd' get it, but your brother what does he want?

- Tomorrow we go to court! - And to school?

Tomorrow is Saturday. Might as well go back Monday.

- Wait a minute! - What?

Maybe I have a brother complex, but you've got one for classmates.

Well, it's not the same.

I guess you're not embarrassed to be seen with me.

Do you bet I'll go with you in front of them?

- I said nothing. - Do you bet?

- I believe you. - No, you don't. Let's go.

Don't think I'm afraid. Whatever they'll say, I'll cannot answer.

- What can they say? - You'll hear them.

Sandro, Carlo, look who's here.

My love, hold me close!

Hello, baby.

What a tough world! Always bad news.

For God's sake!

HORSE RACING

At "Nizza Grand Prix", Galla Placidia was not placed.

- Paganini has raced? - Disqualified at 50mt. From the finish.

Hi, daddy.

- Bye, Luigi. - Good morning, Sir.

- Good morning, Madam. - Good morning.

Where have you been for seven days instead of school?

Well?

- Seven days? But... - No lies! I spoke to the Principal.

Now, dad, we have been...

The first month at school there's nothing important.

We read over again last year subjects.

So I and others girls at school went to National Library.

To look for some books.

You know, there are so many in there.

Dad...

I'm really sorry, and...

- And? - Don't tell Carlo, please.

- Carlo? Why Carlo? - Sorry, I mean...

Hey, little girl! Is my son the man of the house?

Do I have to account to him?

We've lost all sense of proportion!

Sorry, dad.

I will not say anything to Carlo, if that's you're asking.

But don't do it anymore!

And remember, I do not have to answer to anyone... anything!

- Right? - Of course, dad.

Because I don't want to discuss with him and I need the car today,

I will say it's for you.

I have to take you by a friend to do homework.

She lives far away.

- Okay? - Yes.

Hi, Carlo - Good morning.

Dad, you know we have to do three deliveries

and you get home at 13:00?

I got here as fast as I could.

Doing three deliveries in one day,

if you don't mind me saying, is totally wrong.

- But I promised. - You did wrong.

The most important tailors keep their customers waiting all the time.

Mrs. Venturoni suit is all still up in the air.

That's my business. Don't worry, I'm well advanced.

Hey, hey, let's do these needlefuls shorter.

We are not the upholsterer.

You knew I have to go to the Principal of Marcella.

I waited an hour.

- It's 13:00, you can go now, boys. - Okay.

Yeah, what the Principal said?

Oh, nothing... I mean...

They made an essay at school,

and Marcella did it very well.

- Oh, yes? - Yes.

So they called parents to... some... to congratulate.

Dad! Just now called a friend of Marcella.

A girl named Benvenuti.

She wanted to know if Marcella is sick,

because for seven days Marcella didn't go to school.

This has been cleared.

She went with some friends to the library.

I didn't tell you before to avoid discussions.

And I have already scolded Marcella.

What can I say, do as you please.

Your daughter's education should care more you than me.

- But you don't care about anything. - Hey, little boy!

Dont' give me lessons! Right?

- Lunch is ready. - Okay.

Carlo, you must understand, we can't be too hard with her.

At her age she needs affection, attention.

You had them from mom, but she hadn't, poor child.

As I yelled her and I think I overreacted,

I promised to take her to a friend for homework,

in Via Cassia, with our car.

But I need the car. I have to make a deliver to Mr. Marelli.

Ah, yes. That's right!

Well, it's okay. You'll take a taxi.

It takes ten like you to fight me.

Ten!

Today you don't eat and don't move from there!

I'll teach you how to live! You lazy!

Being called by the Principal... I'll take care of him!

He has been out of school for a week. Donkey!

- Don't defend him! - I don't.

But it just seems a little inconsistent.

- Why? - You've prescribed a cure for his health

and you forbid him to have lunch.

Yeah. He made me lose my mind.

- Then call him. - What?

Are you crazy? How would it look?

I don't call him... and neither do you!

- Okay, okay. - In case...

You could bring his lunch to his room.

- Assunta, that tray. - But behind me! Don't tell me.

Here is Vezio.

Good morming, mom.

Uh, macaroni timbale.

Great mommie.

Agnese, since when your children

didn't say hello to their father when they come home?

After what you told me last night?

Agnese, tell your son that last night I said very little.

I should have to say more.

And do more!

Today again Professor D'Amico and other colleagues

asked me why our phone was out for a full day.

What could I say: My son didn't pay the bill?

I told you, dad, I went but they were closed.

- It was noon. - And where's the money?

Madam, Sandro said he won't eat.

- Why? - He was punished and wanna be punished.

Thank God! He at least has a bit of decency.

- What did Sandro do? - He's not like some people...

who think themselves so big.

But when they need to get food, they are always there.

Mom, he's always trying to humiliate me, eh?

Tell your father of that work as representative for a USA company.

Ah! I didn't tell you, dad.

- Things are progressing well. - Good.

What do you think, Vittorio? When you'll start?

Even tomorrow morning, if possible. Just paid the advance.

What advance, Vezio?

You know, it's a job of trust. They want an advance.

It's a tiny thing. 100... 150000 Lire.

- Bring me lunch in the study. - No, Vittorio, wait!

Come back, you have to be patient.

- Why are you doing this? - What can I say, dear? What?

I studied for 20 years,

I work for 30 years, to get this!

That one didn't finish high school and comes up with a scam everyday.

The other... misses a week of school, without reason.

Don't worry about Sandro. It's just a boy fooling.

- He was always very good. - And Vezio? He's good too?

He is 27 years old.

Come in.

Professor, the man of the ground floor, Mr. Blasi, is here.

At this hour?

Let him in.

They have always something. Excuse me, dear.

- May I come in? - Yes, yes.

Good morning, Professor. Pardon me if I show up like this.

- I think we've finally got it. - What? If there are two months left.

My wife is anxious. She thinks the birth will be at seven months.

Nonsense! Seven months...

Do you think they'll born so suddenly? Like mushrooms!

No, after seven months. Maybe it's better, at least this would all be over.

I can't stand it anymore, I don't sleep. And the baby yet to be born.

You'll sleep even less after the baby birth.

Please, come down a minute. There are two flight of stairs.

Seeing you, she feels so much better. You makes her cheerful.

- What am I, a clown? - No, not that.

Come on, your wife is well.

I can't go home empty handed. A sedative, at least?

- "Calcibron" by mouth? - No, "Calcibron" is useless.

- She wants injections. - Well, if she's happy.

Here is. One a day.

- Can you do them? - No, for heaven's sake.

I'll give you the name of a good nurse.

Ines Santarelli.

And her phone number.

- Thank you, Professor. - Ah, look...

You take the "Calcibron".

- This will do you good. - Why not.

- Dear, here I am. - Finally. How long did you take.

- What you did? - Honey, I rushed.

- Injections. - Where's Professor?

He said we don't need him. Just relax and everything will be fine.

Yeah. He always thinks everything is fine.

- Everything is fine and I'm ill. - Oh, no.

Here is the prescription and nurse's phone number.

- Call her! - Honey, I must go. I'm late.

- You hear him? - Okay. Go back to your work.

All right, what do you mean "your work"?

- Nothing. What I said. - I know what you mean.

If I'd taken your father's job...

- I didn't think about it. - But that's what you thought!

You know I don't wanna talk about it. I don't like his job!

Better to be a driver instructor.

- No, it's better your father's job. - This is like any other job.

It would allow you to have more free time and stay closer to your wife.

Why, am I not closer to you as much as possible?

- Hello? - Hello, who's speaking?

- Me. - Is this Santarelli's number?

Listen, are you with mom or dad?

- He is with lions. - What?

- With lions! - What do you mean "with lions"?

Ah, at the zoo. I see.

He works there.

- Listen me, kid. - Come on, what do you want?

- Is there anyone with you? - Here, talk with this man.

Hello?

What?

But are you the same kid or another? Who's on the phone?

Give it to me. This man doesn't understand.

We are busy! You are wasting our time.

- There is a man. - A man? Who? Damn it!

Hello? Santarelli, yes.

Ah, on behalf of Professor Bacci.

Go ahead, please. Give me your address.

- Get a pencil. - Where is it?

Where else could it be? Damn it! In the drawer.

Hello? What? Tell me.

At what time?

Ah, good. Everyday.

Get a pencil! Yes.

Don't worry. Certainly. Okay.

Blasi, Santa Emerenziana 202.

Oh, yes, I wrote it down.

All right. Goodbye.

What a mess you've made! Everything on the floor.

It's impossible. Did you eat pencils?

The other day I brought here a new one and now it's missing.

What are you gonna do with pencils? I can't understand it.

- What happened? - Pencils disappear as if by magic here.

Customers call us and we can't write down the addresses.

- You kids, find the pencil! - It wasn't me, he took it.

Look how dirty he is.

The state he's in. Who was on the phone?

Someone on behalf of Professor Bacci. For his wife.

- Yes. The address? - The address... his name is Blasi.

Via... Piazza... I don't remember!

- Are you satisfied? - Santa Emerenziana, 202.

Old age... The kid remembers it and you don't.

Amazing! What time?

- At 16:00 - 16:00? So I must leave at 15:30.

- I can't help it. - It's crazy...

Come on, kids, take off your apron.

Hello? Yes, Mrs. Morelli, it's me.

What? But I'm perfectly fine.

No, Madam, no. Okay, tomorrow at 17:00. Goodbye.

That's a crazy thing. Who did it?

Who answered yesterday at the phone that I was taken to hospital?

- Riccardo did it. - Ah, yes?

- Here! - He's not Riccardo, but Carletto.

That's all right. I'll remember that for next time.

Look at that child, so dirty.

Come here, my love. Come.

You see, we can't leave children home alone. I told you.

What can I do? Tomorrow is Sunday and I can't go to the stadium.

I'm on duty all day and there will be two camels coming.

Oh, no! I'll take two kids tomorrow, but you've to take the others with you.

Oh, boy! Even on Sunday at the zoo.

Put down that bread! We all eat for lunch!

Lions have more manners than you kids. They eat when we give them to eat.

- Lions are dumber. - Hey, don't use these words, you rude!

Just as punishment you will go with dad to the zoo tomorrow.

You and the twins. Mariuccio stays with mom and Umbertino.

Speaking of him, where's Umbertino? Ines... Umbertino?

- Wasn't he with you? - With me? No.

Uh! Coming back from shopping I left him with needlewoman.

- Alvaruccio, go find Umbertino! - Oh, it's always the same story.

Come on, go! Don't joke. Come on.

Gosh!

- Did you hurt yourself? - No, but look at this.

- What can I do now? - When you get home, you wash it.

Yeah. I said I was going to movies with Marisa.

Are there any cows at the movies?

- Can you see that? - More than seeing, it smells.

How stupid you are!

I've to clean that. After all, there is water.

Mr. Carlo, what do I do now? May I serve dinner?

I don't know. Do whatever you want.

Dad?

Dad... It's 20:30 and Marcella hasn't come back yet.

Oh, she'll come back. Go! I'm busy now.

These children...

This sits well.

Right? Don't you see?

- It's just that... - What's wrong again?

I think it's a bit tight in the hips.

Well, I'd like softer.

It was your choice to increase waist.

Yes, but it's out of fashion. Why do it "demodè"?

If you take months to finish, the dress will always be "demodè".

The first time you did it soft, then tight, then again soft.

How pretty you are when you're angry.

Please, Vincenzo, don't be a stupid. But look at that crease.

- Is there or not? - Yes, there is.

It is not visible. Just turn the collar.

Take off the dress.

- Take it off. - Get out, please.

- Tailor is like a doctor, Mrs. Venturoni. - Never heard that before.

Never mind.

- With your permission... - Vincenzo!

- Hi, dad. - Hi.

- So? When will it be ready? - A couple of tries and we've finished.

- Two more tries? - I know, it's really annoying.

I could come to your home, if you want. Do you agree?

- What? - Your home?

- Oh no, please. Why do you bother. - Not at all, Mrs. Venturoni.

In case, I'm the one who could bother your husband.

I know he works at home. Yes, he does.

- At what time he leaves home? - Who?

- Good night. - Good night.

And I will increase the tries. Time brings everything to those who wait.

- She's arrived. - I saw her.

- She went to the movies. She said... - Why? Where else?

- Oh, dad! Good for you. - Uhh, Carlo!

You think she's always a little girl. Even when she's 30.

You know what? You're very suspicious because...

Here, take it away.

Because you've been burned.

Your last girlfriend... What was her name?

- Luisa? - Luisa... She left you.

- I left her! - Yes, because she cheated on you.

- But there's no shame. These thing happen. - Do whatever you want.

Okay, I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. Hush now, here she is.

Excuse me.

- Was it a good movie? - What?

- Was it a good movie? - Yes, good.

Drama?

- I mean, a drama? - Not exactly a drama?

Then it was a drummer.

You can't come home at this hour.

You're right, dad. But it was such a good movie.

You know how these detective stories are.

- No, how? - You wouldn't want me to tell the story?

Yes, Madam. Tell us.

Well, if you really want...

It's about a New York reporter.

A night he goes to some girl's house and...

When he phone her in the morning, nobody answers.

- Why nobody answers? - Wait!

So he comes back to the girl and finds her as the night before...

- I mean naked... but dead. - Naked? And censorship?

- Well, nearly naked. - Yes?

So the reporter knows that it was a gang from Chicago...

Excuse me, but the reporter wasn't in New York?

Yeah... Well, the gang was from Chicago.

- I can't help it. - Oh... From Chicago. Then?

Then... the usual stuff.

Gunshots... Inquiries. You know.

They're little but sometimes exciting films.

Sure. And what's the name of the movie?

"I Sette Masnadieri". Yes.

Those are my friends, I'm guessing.

I'm coming.

- Where are you going now? - Just a little ride. I'll be right back.

- Hello, my little. - Hi, dad.

And you'll never come back so late!

- You're not eating? - Keep it warm.

You grumpy old man of the family.

Don't be petty, I'm not deceived. I'm not like dad.

Luckily for us. It would be a disaster.

- Ah, there he is at last. - Hi.

Hey, there is also "roasted pepper".

And your wives? You strangled them?

We locked them playing canasta. We have three hours liberty.

Hey, I thought I had white hair, but looking at yours...

How witty you are.

Uh... I'm so witty.

- Here, so we're even. - What's that?

- An english gray yarn, top quality. - And what am I gonna do?

I owed you 30000 Lire. That's worth 40. You're lucky at cards.

- Ah, forget you about poker. - But he never knew it.

We never eat dinner together in this house.

It's like a restaurant here.

Look!

Your children have to dine at the same hour or I'll go to a restaurant.

At least there's no television there.

I told you before. I went to a friend's house to study. Right, mom?

And Vezio? What is he studying?

I didn't want to tell you. He wanted to surprise you.

Tonight he had an appointment to get an important job.

Hey! What are you doing?

I knew we were going to movies. Next time I won't come.

- He's unlucky. - No, no. We had to organize before.

But you've always said that best nights are those not organized.

I said but that's not the case here.

How is it possible that Rome, capital of a great nation,

hasn't a nightclub for gentlemen like us?

Let's hurry up, otherwise we're going to miss the start.

- Half naked woman? Are you sure? - I guess so.

I couldn't ask details to my daughter.

But there are also gangsters, gunshots. An exciting movie.

- Better than nothing. - Okay, let's go inside.

What's this?

A gangster movie? This is Donald Duck!

- Vincenzino, where did you bring us? - Did your daughter tell you that?

She was making fun of you.

- You're a little liar and a hypocrite! - No, not hypocrite!

Keep it down! That nuisance brother of yours will hear us.

Don't call me hypocrite.

- What happens here? - See, what did I tell you?

What happens is that your sister lied.

She made me look like an idiot in front of my friends.

"I sette masnadieri" was a Donald Duck movie.

Shame on you!

- Did I told you so? - And you were right.

Yes, yes, you were right. I told you lies.

It would have been better if I told you the truth.

Carlo is right to say that I'm not a little girl anymore.

Since I'm not a little girl anymore... I got engaged.

- What? - She's got engaged? - Yeah, bye bye!

What did you do?

- Hey, I'm talking to you. - Yes, yes, I am engaged!

Dad, she went crazy.

Hey, just to be clear, do you know what does it means to be engaged?

- I think she has been explicit enough. - But these are stupid childish things!

Come on, Marcellina, come on. We'll stop discussing it.

Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?

When I was kid I also fell in love with my mother's friends.

But I love him! It's a serious thing. Don't you realize?

- I love him and he loves me. - Who do you think to love? Who?!

Who's this thing... This boyfriend, this lout?

This lout, if you wanna know, is the son of one of Italy's most renowned doctor.

And he will also be a good doctor.

His name is Sandro. The son of Professor Bacci.

- Vittorio Bacci. - Never heard of him.

- A student? - Yes, he's a junior in high school.

I told you.

Bye. Bye, Marcellina.

Sleep, sleep. You're a little upset.

Come on, sleep. Let's go, Carletto.

Hi, sweetie. Good night.

Do you want anything? A glass of milk? Dont'you?

- Sleep tight. - But dad...

Go, go...

Don't worry.

Childishness.

I suddenly woke her up and I treated her bad... Childishness.

Engaged... Come on...

- Youth of today... - Dad, don't take it too lightly.

Marcella is a little girl, okay. But we don't know if that guy is so young.

I mean, if he acts like a young boy.

- Well? - If he's junior in high school,

he must be at least 18 years older.

What were you doing at this age? Were you playing marbles?

Me? I was at tailoring school of the late teacher Criscuolo.

Wait a minute. You're right. A 18 years old isn't a kid.

Oh, good.

What a scoundrel!

- So what? - We should talk to him.

- He will deny it. - And we'll talk to his father.

- The doctor? - Sure.

Okay. You're right.

- Go, go and talk to this doctor. - Dad, you have to do it!

Marcella isn't an orphan.

- Should I? - Eh!

All right.

But... Couldn't we write a letter? It's better to put things down in writing.

- These aren't things to write down. - Right. I was just saying.

Go, go away now. Let me undress.

Go to sleep! Do not distress me more.

- Good night. - Good night!

The most common birthmarks are shaped like strawberry, wine...

- Milk and coffe, chocolate. - So it's true. You believe it too.

What can I say... Doctors say no.

I had five children and everytime I had a wish,

- I touched back here. - Back? Why?

Because every baby is born with a birthmark where his mother was touching.

- You know what I mean... - See, mom? - Yeah.

- Giulia? - Well, here he is.

- Darling, I couldn't find a cod, but... - What's this?

- What? It's a fresh scorpion fish. - It's useless. I wish a cod!

- But it's always a fish. - No, Mr. Blasi,

if she wishes a cod, you have to buy a cod.

- But I didn't find it. - Did you tried in Via Tripoli?

Honey, I have a customer in the car. I've already stopped twice.

I would do it myself but I got a lot of work to do.

By the way, did you see my husband downstairs?

No. Okay, I'll go there now, hoping to get it.

But... this thing, the scorpion fish, what do we do of it?

Well, if you're gonna throw it away, I could take it.

- Thanks. - Thanks to you!

- Bye. - Bye.

Goodbye, and please, when you wish something, touch you here.

- Goodbye. - I'll see you tomorrow morning.

He isn't there.

- Hi. - Your wife is coming. - Thank you.

- Will you come Sunday to see the game? - Well, I don't think.

- I can't leave my wife home alone. - I see. Anyway, hurrah for Roma.

- If anything, hurrah for Lazio. - You will see.

- But, I mean... - Let's go, put into first gear.

Gas. Gas! No, don't take your foot off the brake!

Look, this is a 15 minutes lesson and you're minding your own business.

- Is it fair? - Okay. We'll make up for lost time.

- You see, my wife is pregnant. - Okay, but...

She's at home alone and we couldn't find a sitter.

Ah, put the second gear. Down.

Now you go straight. We turn the first street to the right.

- Do you have any children? - No, I'm a bachelor.

- Ah, that's why. - Now let's slow down.

- Hey, wait! - Be patient, it's just a minute.

- Madam, I'd like a cod. - Down there.

Listen, I'd like a little cod. A good one and fresh.

I'm sorry. We're just out of it. The last one was bought by that gentleman.

Sir?

Excuse me, would you mind giving me your cod?

You could buy another fish. I'll refund you any price difference.

- Why? Can't you buy another fish? - My wife is expecting a child.

- You know how it is... - No.

I mean... She wishes a cod.

But these are little stories. Do you believe him?

Yes, yes. Let's all have a good laugh.

I would agree with you, but my wife...

Who persuades her?

- Be nice, please. - Look, I can't.

I've stomach problems. I need a special diet.

Cod is essential for me. Do you understand?

- Hey! What are we playing at? - I'll come right over, just a minute.

Now... Listen, I'll tell you what...

- Guido, is that you? - Yes, Giulia.

Here's the cod. Please.

I introduce you Mr. Marchionni. He's dining with us.

Please, come in.

- Good morning. - Good morning. Please.

- Vincenzo Corallo. - Sit down.

Tell me. Take note, miss.

- Pardon, I'd prefer if miss... - She is my assistant. Speak freely.

Professor...

My daughter Marcella, 16 years old, has been seduced by your son.

Miss, get out.

- Vezio? - What? - My son Vezio?

- His name isn't Sandro? - Sandro?

Ah, well, if this is about Sandro...

Because it's about Sandro and not Vezio, we can laugh about it?

- No, Professor... - It's not that.

You're considering this matter with a guilty thoughtlessly.

No! Guilty thoughtlessly you don't have to tell me.

- And I do. - No, you don't.

- Accepting for a moment that Sandro... - No, no, not accepting for a moment,

You have to accept properly.

She did seven days off school because of that scoundrel son of yours!

- Scoundrel you can't tell! - So I can't tell anything? - Yes!

If you have a son who seduces young and decent girls...

If these girls were decent, they wouldn't let be seduced.

- Professor! - You came here to do mobster!

Watch your language! I'll show you... Mobster.

- I'm not afraid of you. - And neither are you.

- Professor, what's going on? - Get out!

- Your assistant is a bit indiscreet. - Of course, with these screams.

They're all the same. Even my workers snoop around...

I have a tailor shop.

Corallo tailor shop. We supply Princes of Sulmona.

I am a long time Repubblican.

But we were talking about another subject.

- Yeah, I'm sorry I lost my temper. - I'm sorry too.

- Do you smoke? - Thank you.

Thanks.

In fact...

I didn't intend to come here.

To bother you for a little love between kids, a boy thing.

No, no, you did well.

A boy thing... Up to a point.

First there is school. My son has to study.

And then... The rest.

I prescribed him a medicine because he was so weak and gaunt.

Gaunt? What do you mean?

Ah... Nervous system. Wasting sickness. It's nothing important.

Oh, I see, my daughter too.

- She is nervous and has a poor appetite. - See, my friend?

I'd suggest you that your daughter will not leave the house anymore.

Just to turn off this thing.

You'll take her to school and pick her up by someone you can trust.

- It's easier. - It's easier for you.

My son is 19 year old. You understand. But I'll be watching him.

As best I can. On my honor.

- If you'll do the same. - My word.

- What else can we do? - What else can we do?

About my daughter's wasting sickness, would you suggest...

- A medicine? - A medicine. - Of course.

Emoglobine.

Injections are more effective than anything.

- Do you have a nurse? - No.

- I'll find you a good one. - Okay, Professor.

- There. - Thank you.

- Goodbye Professor. - Goodbye.

- It's a great pleasure to have met you. - Very pleased, Mr. Corallo. Goodbye.

Excuse me, I just remembered, thinking about that...

I read that new medicines are coming out recently.

Is there a good one... to re-energize a bit?

- Nah. - At least sometimes?

- If only they had! - Damn it...

- Let's hope. - Hope it will soon.

Say...

Who is Marcella Corallo?

I'll put you in a juvenile offender, so help me God.

Instead of focusing on school.

You're not making any sense. If you think so, the two of us...

The two of us, my foot! You have to study. Stu-dy!

You guys don't know me very well.

You know the father of that girl came here?

Yes, that!

To teach me a lesson. You know?

Starting today... No, starting now, I forbid you to see her.

Understood?

In any case, it would not be easy for you. He's a ruthless father.

What are you doing dressed like that?

- Are you ill? - No, I'm fine. I've just got up.

I'm sorry if we disturbed you.

A person could go crazy with you guys. Crazy!

So it's true? Who's that girl?

Look, you better leave me alone!

Ah, I see...

You've got a crush on her.

How stupid you are.

Hey, boys! Leave that animal alone!

I can't believe. They never keep still.

What children I've got!

When I come there I'll crane your neck like that giraffe!

Come here! Riccardo!

Riccardo, how many times have I told you to stay away from those cages?

- I'm not Riccardo, I'm Carletto. - Okay, it doesn't matter. Come here.

- Who was the first? - He started this.

How many times have I told you to remain with me?

- If an inspector come, I'm in trouble. - Santarelli?

- Santarelli, you have a phone call. - Me? Who is it?

- Your wife. - My wife? And now who takes care of you?

Come over here, close to me.

All together. Come on, go ahead.

Dad, it's not my fault. I didn't do anything.

- You shut up! - Where are you taking me now?

So young and so bad. What children I've got!

- Come on in? - You put us into the cage?

- I don't want to go into the cage. - Yes, let's go, so we play.

- Dad, peanuts. - Peanuts? Yes, take them.

- Me too. - Keep quiet.

Hello?

Ah, yes. Has the doctor come?

Yes, he went away right now. He said it is measles.

This is a trouble. How bad it is?

He fell asleep now, poor child, but he has fever.

But doctor said another thing.

The other kids must get away from home, or they'll get measles.

Just one more thing. Have you had measles?

Measles? Who remembers?

I... When I was a kid, I was bandaged in the whole head.

No, that's mumps.

Ah, yes, mumps. You're right.

When auntie tells you to get up in the morning, don't be late as usual.

Understood? Lets'go. And don't ask her for anything.

If you really need something, you say "please" and then "thank you".

I mean, you've to be good at everything. Understood?

- And what do you give me? - What do I give you? A slap like that.

- They are not used with children. - Why?

Because they haven't, lucky them!

- Let's go! - It was a sock...

- Come on! - Almost new. - Go ahead!

When we get there, you give auntie a kiss. And if he is, to uncle too.

At least try to be good until I'll remain there.

If they won't keep you, I'll make you a face like that. Okay?

- All right, I understand. - Come on!

Quit that ball!

Here are his clothes.

A sweater. The apron.

Two pairs of underpants. Socks.

Two undershirts. Ah!

Here are the exercise books.

He knows what to do. Eh?

The nun wants him to study at least an hour a day, to keep up with others.

And if he doesn't, you have to call me.

But that won't necessary. Right, Alvaruccio?

- Listen, he can sleep on the couch. - Yes, it's even too good for him.

- Or it's better in bed with us? - Are you kidding?

If you do that, I can't leave him here.

Dont' worry. What matters is that Mariuccio gets well soon.

We hope. He is all red in the face. He looks like a shrimp.

And Cesare what will say? That won't be a problem for him?

What can he say?

He's never home.

When he has the night shift, he sleeps during the day, like today.

- Otherwise, he goes to the movies. - What? Without you?

When a couple has no children, each one goes his own way.

He wanted them so much.

He made me crazy for six years.

But is it my fault?

Come on, Rita, everyone has his troubles.

Those who have nothing and those who have too much.

Anyway, I thank you.

Bye, little man.

Now remember, we talked about everything.

Then...

Okay?

- Should I say something to daddy? - Whatever you want.

What? What do I tell him?

What do I tell him? Many greetings.

All right. Bye. Bye, my little.

Bye.

- Rita, thank you so much. - Not at all.

- Give a kiss to Mariuccio. - Yes. Hi, Nì.

Don't worry. He'll be good with me.

If you have to slap him, don't hesitate,

- because he is a little wild. - That won't necessary.

Your mom is gone away.

- Do you like being with me? - Do you ever go to the cimena?

To the "cimena"? Yes. If you're good, eh.

Come here, I'll take off your coat.

It fitted me very well before. I'm grown up now.

Yeah. You're a man now.

And the sleeves are shorter. The apron now.

- Did you see "The Rose Tatto"? - Yes, but it's not for kids.

Mom took me to see it, but I didn't understand at all.

Not this way, the right side.

- Oh, yes. - On the other side.

Sorry, I'm not familiar with these.

- Like that. - Well.

- Do you like looking at the pictures? - It depends.

Your uncle has collected old copies of "Domenica del Corriere".

- If you promise not to damage it... - Noo...

Take a seat here.

Here it is.

Be careful, please.

Uncle cares more about this than...

Hi.

- Ines comes here. - Yes and you got tricked.

- How stupid you are. - But what could I do?

I told you that. It's for Mariuccio.

Let's hope this measles will go away soon.

- Where did you get that book? - Aunt Rita gave it to me.

Make sure not to damage it.

I would help you, you're a friend. But I can't, my apartment is tiny.

It's only for a few days, until infection goes away.

- You can keep one kid. - Nobody knows how long these things take.

I know, people don't do anything freely.

You keep one kid and I take care of your giraffes.

- Well, the giraffes and the kangaroos. - The kangaroos too?

- Then you can keep two kids? - Goodbye.

Come here, you know kangaroos are difficult to take care.

- Why, your kids are easy? - What do you mean?

Oh, we're here.

Now, you understand?

We go upstairs, you give him the bottles of wine,

- and you tell him: Good morning, grandpa. - But he's not our grandpa.

What do you care? If you call him like that, he's glad.

Come on, let's go.

See what a nice deal.

You had to give him the bottles after.

Never mind. Now let's try to uncle Elena.

- What do we bring her? - What do we bring her? Nothing!

Come on, let's go.

Dad, look at those friends of yours who must have a baby.

- Hey. - Good morning, madam. - Good morning.

- Is the baby coming? - I wish, but it's still early. - Yes?

Early? If he runs this way, will be born soon.

- Goodbye. - Best wishes. - Good morning.

Drive slowly!

- Did you hear him? - He says that too.

They are waiting for me. I'm 30 minutes late.

You weren't there to have fun.

If I insisted that you take me there it was to let you choose the cradle.

- Ah, and I choose it... - Well, the one you liked was for girls.

Yes, now there are boys and girls cradles...

And then, who says will be a boy?

Everybody. I have a pointy belly.

Wait.

Okay.

A little massage...

- Did I hurt you this time? - No, a little less.

Okay.

- These injections make me feel worse. - Why, how do you feel?

- I'm feeling a bit down. - Eh, yeah.

- Before starting them I was fine. - Yeah.

Why do you always say "yeah"?

Why do you say the injections aren't good for you?

If you're feeling down there must be a reason.

How long since you saw him?

- Who? - Him.

- Who's he? - Yes, good night...

Excuse me, but you're speaking about something doesn't concern you.

Oh, you're getting touchy.

Since this doesn't concern me, it's the last time I've been a messenger.

Here.

- Did he gave it to you? - Who's he?

- Sorry, but I... - Goodbye and mum's the word.

If the professor hears about this, I'm in trouble.

And don't be stupid, eat.

- See you tomorrow in airport. - Yes, bye.

Hi.

- Where are you going? - To the toilet.

Hey...

- Are you ill? - No, why?

- You go to the toilet at this hour. - I'm used to when I was little.

Everyone has their hours.

- Dad goes at 2:00, mom in the morning... - Stop it, I'm eating.

Can I have some maccheroni?

Wash your hands before.

- Do you work with airplanes? - Yes.

- When I grow up I want to be an aviator. - Good.

So I can fly high and spit over head of doorman's son.

How to become an aviator?

- At school. - I'm going to a convent school.

- But I realized I have to change schools. - I realized you don't like any schools.

Do you give me a bit of bacon, please?

Tell me, you didn't eat this evening?

Yes, I have, but not much.

Because aunt Rita had no appetite and I don't like to eat alone.

- Here. - Thank you.

What you did?

A tooth.

This one? Oh, it's easy to pull it out.

- Come here. - Are you crazy?

We can pull it out immediately.

I'll give you 100 Lire, eh?

- 100 Lire? - Yes.

Here it is.

Will you?

- Tomorrow. - Okay.

Tomorrow. I'll give you the tooth and you'll give me 100 Lire.

- Meet me here tomorrow, at this hour. - At this hour.

- Did you see "The Rose Tattoo"? - No.

I'll tell you the story.

No, drink some wine and go to bed. It's cold.

- No, no, I'll tell you. - Okay.

I didn't understand it at all.

Anna Magnani has a husband with a drawing on his chest.

Anytime she sees that drawing, she gets scared.

Good morning.

- Mrs. Santarelli... - Yes.

- I have a question, if you don't mind. - Tell me.

Come here, please.

Thank you.

- It's about your daughter? - No, no.

- I know she's in good hands. - Thank you. - Good and nice.

- Have a seat. - Actually, I'm in a hurry, sir.

- Lets' get to the point. - Tell me.

Oh, now...

Maybe it's the change of seasons, but I'm not feeling my best.

- Do you need injections too? - Injections? - Yes.

Yes... I mean, no. I don't think.

But I need some... I dont' know... Massages.

A friend of mine, suffering like me, had massages and...

- Massages? - You choose the time.

I'm not busy. Today, tomorrow... Maybe this evening, if you like.

- Sir... - Please, don't call me sir. - As you prefer.

Point is, I don't give massages.

- But, I was told... - Let me speak.

Besides, I have a beloved husband, even if he's not like Marlon Brando.

Then I got five kids.

- And one of them is ill. - Oh, I'm really sorry.

I don't believe you, but it doesn't matter.

I can't tell what I think of you because it would take a long time.

But I wanna tell you something.

- Instead of doing playboy at your age... - My age? How dare...

Yes, at your age. Try to be a good family man.

- But, madam, I... - Forget it.

I wouldn't have said anything, because I thought you were a righteous father.

Keeping his daughter at home for weeks because she is in love...

I thought he's a righteous father like the ones in the past.

No, sir! He's a playboy looking for massages.

Eh, no. Now I'm gonna talk!

If you keep such methods, your daughter may end up in a hospital.

I tell you!

Wait. What hospital? Is she ill?

No, nothing so far.

- You may say I'm nosy... - Eh!

Okay, I'm nosy.

But I know him, he's a good boy. They love each other, they're young...

- So? - So, what?

- So, what do you want? - That's what I'm telling to you!

In case, I'm telling you what do you want from me.

I would be very interested to know it. And my husband too.

- What does he has to do with this? - Yes, goodbye, sir.

Listen, it's a big problem when a child becomes seriously ill.

Very big, I tell you that.

Goodbye and take care.

Come in.

Hi.

What is it? Do you have something to say me?

No, nothing. I wanted...

I wanted to try on you this suit.

Come on, stand up.

Put it on.

It's good that you remembered it.

Since april...

Spring suits are also good in autumn.

I want do it to finish all backlogs.

- Ah... - Ah, what?

I mean, you're for real now.

Mhh... and you?

It doesn't get here... Don't stick your chest out.

- This way? - But if you don't stay still...

This dress...

- Yes dad. - Eh, yes dad...

But you keep doing whatever you want.

- What does it mean? - Eh, what does it mean...

I know it.

It doesn't get... Stay still!

Even if I stay still, the dress is tight.

Measurements are off.

But it was 85.

93.

85 was last spring.

Spring, but now it's just...

Mhh, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah... - Why does everybody say "yeah"?

- Who said that? - Ines, the nurse that give me injections.

What shall I do, dad?

- Look, Marcella... - Dad?

Did you see that english gray yarn? We can't find it.

Why are you asking me? Must be careful here!

- Too many things disappear. - Yes.

What's wrong, dad?

Marcella, I...

He always gets in my way!

What were you going to tell me?

What? Nothing...

A small thing, but actually...

How long I haven't told you?

Marcella... I love you so much.

I love you too, dad.

But we don't talk much to each other.

Yes, not very much.

Sometimes I feel so alone. You treat me like a dummy.

- But that's not true. - Yes, it's true.

Come on, you're not a baby anymore.

You have grown up now, I didn't realize.

Do you know your chest circumference?

Like Mrs. Venturoni.

Even doctors make mistakes. It's not the first time.

- Guido? - Yes.

When I carried you, doctor said you'd be born on day 15.

But you were born on 24.

- Good morning. How do you do, mom? - Hi.

Did you hear? We have all been fooled by him.

- Who? - Good morning. - Who? The baby!

Looks like he will not born at the end of the month. - No?

No! Because nine moons after first lack,

plus nine days, makes 12.

Could be day 12, but consider that sagittarians babies are overdue.

I'm sure the baby is due after Christmas.

But people say "december snow makes babies hasty".

- I think he's overdue. - Me too.

You see, even his dad agrees with me.

But not the baby, it's me! I'm overdue!

After all delays to drive lessons and having forgotten customers in the street,

- they kicked me out. I've been fired! - Impossible!

These scoundrels, they have no understanding.

But they give driver's license to those who kill people.

You know what? I'm almost glad.

Yes, glad. So you won't have any reason to refuse.

- Ah, to take your father's job? - Yes.

And I refuse again. I don't want to hear it!

- But you're unemployed. - That's my business, madam.

Then don't give me bad news at once.

You know it hurts me. It affects the baby.

You don't have the slightest regard for me.

- Oh, God! - Some water.

- Giulia! - Dear...

- Accountant, pool table n°4. - Okay.

- I'm looking for Sandro Bacci. - Sandro Bacci?

- Yes, look there, on the right. - Thank you.

- Red! - Cant' you see this is white?

- Polverini, come here. - Look here, very carefully.

Be careful or I'll beat you up.

- To me it's red. - You don't know anything!

Red? Don't you see it's white?

You, sir. Excuse me, can you see it?

- I' haven't played in 20 years. - Okay, but you aren't on any side.

- Red. - Thank you. Match! We can get drunk.

- Shut up! - You fool.

- We go to cash desk. - Yeah, you're smart. If you're happy.

Next time I'll give money to orphans.

Yes, you're a champion. Do you want to play one on one?

No, it would be a robbery.

You could play with him since he hasn't played in 20 years.

- Am I right? - Why not? I'm not very good,

just to pass half an hour. It depends what is at stake.

- We usually bet 500 Lire. - Wow.

Okay, then I keep score.

Come on.

- The lag. - What?

- To decide order of play. - Okay, go ahead.

Good night.

- That's a good one. - Wow! - Mark it.

Eight to poor guy.

Are you as good at school as on the pool table?

He's the first in the class.

- Ah. - Please, it's your turn.

"Vola, colomba bianca vola..." [Italian song]

I guess I'm rusty.

But when I was a boy, like you, I was good at it.

Although in my day we didn't have the same freedoms.

Being outside all day. Dating girls.

At the time, it was hard seeing a girl.

- Ah, no? - No.

- Ah! - Six for me.

I remember I was in love with a girl at school.

Our parents locked us at home to prevent we met.

There are stupid parents even in this day. Don't worry, I know.

"Vola, colomba bianca vola..."

Since he's been in love he hasn't caught anything.

- Stop it! - Don't take it badly.

At your age, relationships aren't serious.

If someone is serious, it is also at 20. Otherwise he'll never be.

- Even at your age. - Right. It's your turn.

Eh, eh, you're falling apart.

Two for me, if I'm not mistaken.

Now it's my turn, please.

Four and two make six. Mark it.

But you're right. If someone is serious...

At your age I wanted to marry the girl I told you.

But our parents didn't want.

- You know what I did? - What?

- Study strike. - Meaning?

- Gee, another six. How did I do? - Meaning?

Meaning, what? Ah!

Both her and me stopped studying.

"If you want we'll get a diploma and go to college,

you have to allow us to be engaged".

You know, a father will have to accept it.

Hey, not a bad idea.

Well, don't you play?

Very bad.

Good old days. We were young rascals, too.

I remember, since we were not allowed to meet us,

- we had worked out a good way. - What?

- Do you want to know? - I do.

"I do". But you have to mark points.

- You forgot last six. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Exactly at the same time we used to get kicked out of our classroom.

So we met in the hallway. Happy and relaxed.

With a lot of time for us.

- Another four make 24. - Hey, you lost.

Really?

Consider that I hadn't played since I was a boy.

- I'm sorry. - Pay, lousy!

- Here is 500. - No, we were joking.

No, please. This is the game.

Well, thank you. I'm sorry for idle talk.

The old men feeling younger telling their boyish pranks.

And I... I did a lot.

Excuse me, you seem smart. Tell me something.

If someone was sent by his father to pay electric bill

and he must carry back 8000 Lire,

but he has only 7000, because he spent 1000. What should he do?

It's not that hard. Give me that change.

In 1000 Lire bills. Better in 500 bills.

- In 1000 bills. - Here.

This way.

You fold one... and put it here.

Okay. Dad!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight.

- Goodbye boys. - Goodbye.

- Did you see what a guy? - I did.

- Then? - Let's go to make a call.

Tomorrow morning at 11:00 sharp we'll get kick out of class.

Let's tell that to my sister. She's her classmate. - No.

- Could I make a call? - Sure. - Thank you.

Don't bother. I'll do it.

Hello. Who's there?

Hello, I'm Marisa Bonifazi. Is Marcella there?

One moment, please.

Hello, I'm Marcella. Who's there?

Hi, Marcella. Here is Sandro.

- Marcellina, darling... - You lazy and stupid!

Don't be smart with me or I'll kick you.

Understood? I'll kick you!

Hi.

Yeah, I've seen it.

Come on.

Tell me...

How do you like it? Paper or coin?

Paper. I got the wallet.

Yes, it's good.

- But you're a slob. - Why?

How can you put a tooth over the table?

Good appetite.

Thank you.

Say... Did you hurt when you pulled out the tooth?

Nah, nothing.

I told you...

Well, what are you doing there?

Hey, I'm telling you.

I saved some food to eat with you.

Well, bring a chair. Take a seat.

- Do you want some? - No.

When I grow up I want to come home late, like you.

The food tastes better when it's late.

- "Day off" means a man is not working? - Yes.

Why don't we say "day on" when a man is working?

- I don't know. - And neither does the nun!

When I asked her, she told me lies.

- Let me see. - No, nothing.

Do like this.

- Like what? - Like this.

- What did you say? - You understood very well. Like this.

Ah, it's already grown back.

No more lies. Where did you get that tooth?

Did you hear?

Where did you get that tooth?

Did you hear what I said? Where did you get that tooth?

It's doorman son's tooth.

That's why it didn't hurt when you pulled it out.

- Well? - I told him...

"If you pull out your tooth, I pull out mine."

- But I have fooled him. - And you fooled me too.

Come on, throw away that stuff right now!

O A = 1

P P X = sinX.

O P X = cosX.

Hey! What time is it?

- 11:00. - Exactly? - Yes.

In a circle of radius...

- Who did it? - I, professor. - He did it.

Get out!

Shut up and get out!

Go away...

You stupid!

Let's go.

Finally!

- But what happened? - I have to talk to you.

- About what? - Something...

I thought yesterday...

When I was playing pool.

- You'll see we'll fix everything. - How?

I'll tell you later. I don't have time at the moment.

Hey, this is good. Bonfigli, Aleardo.

Via Archimede. 874203.

Okay. Call him, right now!

Close the door, hurry up! Go ahead.

874203.

- 03, right? - Yes.

- Hello? - Yes, this is Colonel Bonfigli.

Colonel, I'm the secretary of the fire department assistance service.

I have Mr. Garbelli for you.

Hello? Good morning, Colonel. I'm Mr. Garbelli.

We would like to call you for a charity initiative.

Like every year, we organise a big charity raffle

- for the orphans of firemen. - Let's get to the point.

- I beg your pardon? - Let's get to the point.

Sure. We have 1000 Lire tickets.

With these tickets you can take part in our lottery.

- But I'm leaving today. - What? You're leaving? - Yes.

If you're leaving, we could send you our representative right now.

There is no need.

No, I'll come back in two days.

- Friday? - Okay, come here Friday.

Friday, just after 5:00 PM.

Very well, Colonel. We'll send you our representative.

- You said five tickets... - No, I said at 5:00.

Sorry, I misunderstood.

So how many tickets? Two, very well. Thank you, Colonel.

He took the bait!

Is this the fire department?

Please, may I talk with assistance service?

Look, look! Another one.

- Do you like? - Don't you ever go on them?

No, I'm an engine mechanic.

But if you want to be an aviator, you don't have to be scared.

- Are you cold? - No, why?

The coat fitted me very well before. Now is too small, because I'm grown up.

Run, run! Catch it!

Can you do the airplane? Spread your arms. Like this.

- Chief Inspector, could I see him? - Hey, guard, bring him here.

Here, Colonel.

All right?

Ah! Come in, "gentleman".

Dad... They won't believe me.

We did it as a joke...

No, Professor! What are you doing?

Stop it, please. Hold still.

- You delinquent! - Bring him away.

Dad... I swear I didn't mean to...

Sit down, Professor.

I don't know what to say.

Do what you want.

I tried everything.

I tried the easy and the hard way.

I loved him and I hated him.

He's just like that!

I'm a doctor, I should know a little bit.

I did what I had to do. It's not my fault.

At least... I don't think it is.

No, but let's just calm down, Professor.

I pushed him to study or to work. But nothing. Nothing!

I managed to postpone his military service so he could get a job.

Now here it is, he got one.

But yes! Held him, take him to court and put him in jail.

Who knows, maybe it'll be good for him.

Well, who knows what's good for him and what's bad.

I have two children, and...

The point is that we want to teach our children to be children.

But who taught us to be fathers?

We do it as it comes.

Maybe we should have taken an advanced course, Professor.

Well, must we proceed with this complaint?

I didn't ask any favors.

Well, Colonel, what are we going to do?

- I'm doing this for you. - Thank you.

- If he were my son... - Tell me, tell me.

Would you give some advice? A suggestion?

I could do anything.

Well, what would you do, Colonel?

One-two! One-two!

Get those knees up!

Keep your head up!

Move on! One-two, one-two!

Get down!

Get up! Move on!

There will be a rifle inspection in half an hour!

Cesare, Ines came to take him back.

You know, the kid is healed, and...

- Can't they wait till tomorrow morning? - I told her, but you know...

She said that Amerigo couldn't wait to see them together.

- Cesare... - How can he get out with those sleeves?

- Will you bring it to him tomorrow? - Nah... I don't bring him anything.

You do it.

Let me do it, please. Go back to bed, it's cold.

No.

- Was he sorry when he left? - Well, there were all his brothers...

What he said?

He told me to keep you company, now that he came back home.

It's nice. Good fabric.

- How much did you pay for it? - 3000 Lire.

- I thought it would cost more. - Me too.

After all, it's not very expensive raising a child.

Attention, please. Attention.

Mr. Guido Blasi, Guido Blasi...

please go to San Camillo Hospital immediately. Maternity ward.

Didn't you say ten days from now?

Damn them and the moon! I have to run. Bye.

Best wishes. I'd like to go with you, but I can't, I have to watch Alvaruccio.

Oh my God! Madam, have you seen a baby?

- This one? - Not him, my son, Alvaro.

Alvaruccio!

- What happened here? - He passed out.

- Here, Professor. - We don't need it anymore. It's nothing.

- Just a bit of emotion. - Good.

- Come on. - It was so unexpected. We were all wrong.

Look at him. It looks like he gave birth to them.

Okay, bring them to him. Let him see them.

- Congratulations. - Pretty, eh?

Look how pretty they are. How lovely.

Listen, Guido, it's time to talk seriously.

I'll tell you one thing. Now you're a father of two children.

Would you like to come work for me?

Funeral Home.

But we cannot come in?

No, madam, I've made an exception showing you them.

If we can't, we can't. Don't insist. From here you can see very well.

But from here we don't know if they are good or bad.

They are all the same.

Look at that girl. The one who walks on four legs.

- She is so lovely. - How about that other one?

- Who? - That one, who's putting the pacifier...

no, on himself.

- Do you like him? - Sure.

- Do we choose him? - But I don't know, I...

Uh, look! One, two, three... the third one.

How pretty she is.

With those big eyes and that little nose.

Too bad she's not blonde, because... Cesare?

- I'll wait for your call. - Okay. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, madam. - Good morming.

- Are we leaving already? - I told him to choose one of them.

We can't choose babies like they were artichokes.

- But we have to keep him for life. - I can't choose one and not another one.

I love all of them. I' don't wanna be unfair with anyone.

But...

- Not even if it's male or female? - No.

Isn't this a better way? As it comes.

It will look more real.

We put the little sheeps here. And the shepherds near them.

And the little donkey here. Very nice!

- Dad, we don't have the lake. - Uh, you're right!

We don't have the little lake... Go and find a piece of mirror.

We don't have the snow. Where is it? Where did you put baby powder?

- There's no more. - How is that possible?

Taking a bath everyday during these holidays...

It's okay, we'll do it with a little flour.

Now please, stand still. Don't touch anything. Be good.

Be good, be good...

Ines.

Want some help? Have I hold the ladder?

- No, thanks, there's no need. - What? At least I can see your legs.

Big deal... something new for you.

- You know what? - What? - I'll get an half time nanny.

- Are you crazy? - Crazy? You don't rest even at Christmas.

- And who will pay her? - I will.

- Yes... - I'll make some overtime.

Moreover, the elephant is giving birth now.

Amerigo, about that...

- What's that? - The little lake.

The little lake? Why didn't you bring the mirror in the closet door?

Go put it back.

So, kids, here is the snow.

We put it here and the nativity scene is finished.

Come sit on my lap.

Now a little snow here. Look, Mariuccio! Beautiful.

Look. Now a little snow on the mountain.

Because there is always snow on mountain.

It snows especially at Christmas, isn't it?

- And who's got little child? - I, I...

Wait! I can't do a nativity scene with five little children.

Add another one from me, make six.

Yes, so we can have a family...

Ines...

What you said? Ines?

- Is it true? - Yes.

- Are you happy? - I'm very happy.

A son is a mercy of providence.

- You're an irresponsible. - Me? And you're not?

Yes, me too.

Let's hope for a girl this time. So we can stop.

- Anyway, how strong I am... - You stupid!

Oh, damn! I left them alone...

It's unbelievable! I'll take care of you!

Goodbye, Mr. Principal.

Well, it's no! No, sir. No, no and no!

Shame on you!

- You were good. - You too.

Professor...

- Please. - Thank you.

- Is it right? - Absolutely.

A study strike...

They don't want to study? Let them do what they want.

Very good, so my daughter will be a little seamstress.

- Seamstress? - If they don't study, too bad for them.

Why don't you make your son be a turner?

What difference does it make? Your other son is a bit like that.

One or two...

- Do you smoke? - Thank you.

Of course I will make him be a turner. I wanted him to be a doctor, but now...

Too bad.

Or he could do the petty officer training in the army.

There are many specializations: Electromechanical, carpentry...

- A carpenter makes good money. - Sure.

Well, you wanted him a doctor, I know. Father's pride.

But what can we do? Shall we bend?

- Shall you? - Me? But you don't know me.

- You know that we're blackmailed. - Blackmail, blackmail!

Something like that was unimaginable at my time.

But for you... Professor... Professor!

- For you is a most serious problem. - Why?

After so many sacrifices, a son who becomes a carpenter...

Well, even seamstress isn't a nice job.

Yes, but a woman is always a woman...

may not always have a job.

- She will not become a seamstress? - Yes, but she could get married, I hope.

She could falling in love with a graduate, a lawyer... or a doctor.

- I can't force her... - But you said she'll become a seamstress.

- Why necessarily a seamstress? - Why my son must become a carpenter?

- We punish them both, or... - Or, what?

I don't know.

I don't know what to tell you. It's up to you.

Professor, I tell you what.

What they want? Start dating, getting engaged and fool things like that.

- Yes, so what? - Very well.

But if this, mind you, if this,

they have to study!

Sounds like a solution.

A good solution, after all.

- But they must study seriously! - Too bad for them!

They want start dating? Let them do it.

But they have to study hard! Very hard!

They blackmail us and we blackmail them.

- Maybe they'll say we are too strict. - Let them say it!

We'll get into trouble if a father weren't so strict.

Into trouble!

And then you know what?

Let them do what they want. A marriage...

They will know when they'll have kids.

- They will know... - Yes.