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Salvatore, uncle Pasquale has sent for the lawyer.

Peppino, kiss father's hand.

Poor thing! You made him kiss the handcuffs!

Show mummy, what happened?

...the Civil and Penal Tribunal of Naples.

On September 10, 1902.

- 80 cents. - Peppino, it's 70, right?

80, sir. There's the sweet roll too.

- I'll take care of it. - Right, you pay,

and we'll settle it all with the bill.

- When? - Tomorrow, at the Santa Maria Assizes.

- Plaintiff? - Yes.

The father and mother were there?

Yes, and they incited the girl to a brutal crime.

To witness in court is a serious matter...

May I?

- Easy! Are you in a hurry? - Am I to wait for you?

Make way for the princess!

Don't shout or I'll throw your hat in the street.

Did you hear what she said? She'll throw my hat in the street.

I can't be offended by a plebeian!

Get out of my way, I've no time to waste. Giuseppina!

- The nerve! - Mother, don't make a scene.

Throw your sister's hat, she walks the streets!

What's the matter?

There are so many in Naples... I'm sorry.

You're Tina Bouquet! I've heard you sing in Rome.

- At the Salone Margherita? - Yes.

I'm a colleague of your daughter's, Epaminonda Pesce.

- Pesce! Did you sing at the Eden? - Yes.

I've heard you many times! We laughed so much!

- Thank you. - You're very good.

How kind of you. Can I offer you a coffee?

Yes, thank you. Mother?

- I live on coffee! Thank you. - Please, after you.

Two coffees and a vermouth.

- A pastry, a pie? - No thanks.

- I'll have a pastry. - I would've offered you one too.

- I'll take two, for me and for her. - Mother!

How come you're here?

I've been... how do you say... called?

- Summoned. - Yes, I've been "salmoned".

I was scared and I've brought my daughter along.

- What is it about? - A disfigurement.

Assunta Spina, the owner of the ironing shop.

It's full of girls and above there's a house with a flowered balcony.

I long to kiss you, I long to kiss you,

but I don't have the heart to wake you up...

This time Donna Assunta really had it coming!

She didn't have anything and Don Michele bought her everything.

Shoes, clothes, petticoats, the wardrobe, everything.

Even the ironing shop was bought by Don Michele with his own money.

If only I had a caring man who'd want to make me happy!

Without marrying you?

As long as he took me out as Don Michele does with Donna Assunta.

Entertainment every day, Posillipo, Secondigliano,

and trips to the country, ice-creams, "sfogliatelle"!

Donna Assunta gave me this chocolate.

- And who bought it for her? - It's good, it's Suchard!

He disfigured her out of jealousy and this means love!

My boyfriend isn't jealous, he's got no money, but he trusts me.

There's no food with no money and no love with no jealousy.

- Would you like him to disfigure you? - I don't know, I might.

You're crazy!

Michele! My Michele, how will it end?

Calm down, Donna Concetta, all will be fine.

She's right.

- Who's Don Michele? - The owner of the butcher's shop.

I'm the shop boy and that's the mother, Donna Concetta.

What has he done?

He disfigured his lover, Assunta Spina.

She's a hot head, at times she gets restless,

and at times men get into trouble because of her.

Don Michele took the razor blade and rightly... zac!

- Was it worth it? - She's a beautiful woman.

But you can't figure her out. Is she in love? Isn't she?

She lights up, she turns off,

today you have her, tomorrow she's gone.

Don Michele lost his head over her.

His mother tried everything to make him change his mind, but it was useless.

- Is the trial today? - At the Fifth Section.

- Assunta? - She got stitches.

- And the lawyer? - All's well, all's well.

Cangemi Ferdinando!

Busaglio Arturo!

- Busacca Carmela! - Here!

I've already called you once. Come on!

- Have you seen Professor Buffa? - Yes, he's gone.

- Is he coming back? - I don't know.

- He's a nuisance! - Are you nervous?

I'm here, but my mind's at home. My wife's 7 days overdue.

- Bravo! - Bravo... You're right.

- And why are you scared? - She could give birth any time!

What's the count?

Eighth, and I bet it'll be another girl.

Seven pregnancies and seven girls! It's mad!

Boy or girl, they're still children!

Yes, but it's a tragedy for me. I must buy seven pairs of shoes,

seven handbags, seven "sfogliatelle"!

And that's nothing.

One day they'll need husbands! Where am I to find seven?

The reason's obvious.

Jealousy, Your Honour.

Assunta and I love each other. I disfigured her.

Assunta's mine and I can do whatever I want with her.

- Go back to your seat. - Thank you.

Let's start with the witnesses. So...

Forcinelli Emilia.

Forcinelli Emilia!

Forcinelli Emilia!

Is she dead or what?

I'm alive! Let's hope you're not a jinx.

Witnesses must wait outside the courtroom.

- I'm here. - Come in.

Let's go. Come, Tina.

I was here. Here I am.

Silence!

- Are you Forcinelli Emilia? - Yes, sir.

- Come forward. - Tina, don't go away.

- This way? - Come forward.

- Forcinelli Emilia? - At your orders.

Parents?

Late Saverio and Gelsomina Porretti.

- Occupation? - Obstetrician.

- Midwife. - It's the same thing.

- Not exactly. Age? - 57.

Do you swear to tell the truth, all the truth,

and nothing but the truth? - I swear.

Even if I hadn't sworn, it would've been the same.

It's because I always say the truth that I have lots of enemies. Once...

The oath isn't a proof of mistrust, it's a rule, a rite.

What do you know about the facts?

I've known Don Michele since I helped his father, Don Teodoro.

He was a handsome man... You are too, but Don Teodoro...

I'm flattered, but let's get back to the facts.

Don Michele is a good man, an honest man.

If he says there's 600 grams of meat, it's really 600 grams!

Not like those who sell you tough donkey meat saying it's veal!

Be short.

Am I to speak about his love for Assunta?

Everyone knows.

He's mad about her. His is true love.

And then, at a certain age, a man loses his head.

Anyway, Donna Assunta is very good too.

I don't want to speak ill of anybody, what do I care?

But mothers should educate their daughters better!

Assunta's mother didn't. I've only got one daughter, can you see her?

Madam!

I must say it, because it gives me great satisfaction.

The education I gave her is a totally different thing!

The man who'll marry her will be really lucky.

Even if she's a singer, Your Honour.

She's got such a voice... and she's so pretty!

Tina, come, let us hear you!

Unfortunately men prefer dubious women!

I'm not speaking ill of Assunta, I've already said she's very good,

but she's had a bad education. Besides, she's mad.

Holy Mother, I can't take it! I feel like dying.

Walk, come on!

You here! I kiss your hand. I'm your servant.

- What are you doing here? - I've come for Michelangelo.

- Still inside? - It's been three months!

The Lord will get him out.

But if he stayed in, it would be better,

he'd straighten up a little.

What are you on about?

His mother's home can save him, not jail.

- After all, he's innocent. - That's for the judge to decide.

He's innocent like a mountain spring.

Say a special prayer for my Michelangelo,

and I'll give you two hens that lay fresh eggs.

If you want the prayer, you must give me three hens and a rooster.

Let's say two hens and a rooster.

- Alright, but no responsibility. - Alright.

Excuse me, where's the Fifth Section?

I don't know, go up and ask the bailiffs, there are so many.

Thank you.

So we agree. But three hens would be better!

Spina Assunta! Assunta Spina!

- It's me. - Go in.

Clerk...

- Farewell, Peppino. - Come on, move.

- Silence! - Be quiet!

Come forward. What's your name?

Spina Assunta, of Vito.

- Don't go up, Don Michele refuses. - But he's my son!

- Donna Concetta, don't be childish! - No scenes in court!

- I want to go to my son! - Don't let her up.

If she sees Donna Assunta, there'll be trouble.

It's true!

Don't insist,

it was your lover, he confessed earlier on.

Everyone says he was jealous of you. Was he or not?

- Yes, but that doesn't count. - He was jealous then.

And he suspected of everything. Is that true?

It's true.

We've finished with the witnesses. You may go.

- Have you seen Assunta Spina? - Who is she?

You never know anything here!

And where are my daughter and Pesce? They were with me.

Who?

My daughter, Tina Bouquet, and Pesce.

What do you want from me?

You have a daughter and I've got seven!

When I get back home I don't even count them!

Thank goodness! Leave right away.

- Is there another staircase? - There are plenty.

- Why? - You mustn't see Donna Concetta.

What do I care? I want to stay here, I want to know what they'll do to him.

And what should they do to him? Avoid her, take another staircase.

No!

- Donna Emilia's right. - Hello. You tell her.

Do you mind? I can take you down another staircase.

Why don't you stop it?!

There! Bravo! You've even come up here!

- I do what I want. - You always do what you want.

- Good, so you know. - I've learnt it at my expense!

Donna Concetta!

I've come here to accomplish a good deed.

A good deed, you? You've destroyed my son, you dirty wretch!

Aren't you stepping in? It'll end badly.

Me?

If it ends badly, the carabinieri will come.

- Listen... - Donna Assunta, now's not the time.

Let go of me!

You're right, I'm to blame for what happened.

- But look. - No.

You must look! Your son did this to me.

He disfigured me and in there I said it wasn't him!

All the better!

A disfigurement is nothing but love pushed to its limits.

A sign of assertive property.

A bloody message of desperate desire.

You gentlemen of the court know the milieu the crime took place in.

You live there so you know the local people, their superstitions, mistakes.

Nor shall I have to remind you what I consider paramount

for the understanding of our people's instincts and actions.

I'm referring to the climatic and geological conditions of this city.

The sirocco wind hits this place with all its exhausting fury.

It's volcanic land, each span is sulphur, each stone is lava.

A beautiful, hostile land,

made of African sun and wind, to the utmost boarder of the West.

I can iron collars.

Try me. If you don't try, you won't get anywhere.

I've grown up now and I still do errands.

Donna Assunta, aren't you going to answer?

Right, you're thinking about Don Michele.

Let's hope they'll release him soon.

- Donna Assunta. - Hello.

- Is it over? - No, it isn't over yet.

- Mother? - She's over there.

- Donna Emilia. - So, counsellor?

- I'm not a counsellor. - Then you don't know anything.

The verdict will be passed soon.

- May I have a word? - Please.

Did you hear that? The verdict will be passed soon.

She flirted with the young man from the dairy...

and one evening Don Michele disfigured her.

- Are you interested in Assunta Spina? - Simple curiosity.

You don't fool me, I'm an experienced woman.

Well, I like her.

But you're married and have two children.

You mustn't say that, I don't want it to be known.

Don Federico, leave it, she's not the right girl for you.

Federico Funelli the clerk can't go out with a...

I'm not saying anything against Assunta, I love her.

Everyone loves her, even if she's capricious.

- But one can't stand certain things. - Like?

You with the daughter of the cook from the pub?

As they say, "If it's tasteful, there's no loss".

What about that delinquent of Michele? What if they acquit him?

No, he has a bad background, he has a police record.

- He'll be in a couple of years. - Really?

Here's the verdict.

Well?

Two years. We'll see what can be done.

Two years!

- My Michele! - Mother, two years.

- Talk to the counsellor! - Your mother will take care of it!

Let's hope so. Don't forget to send me some linen.

Assunta Spina, you're a trollop!

Be brave, two years will fly.

I won't see him for two years.

Who told you?

What?

That you won't see him for two years.

If he stays in Naples, you'll be able to see him at least twice a month.

- Can they send him away from Naples? - Very probably.

Where to?

Who knows, Capua, Salerno, Avellino...

Unless someone with the right connections steps in,

or someone with a job that allows him to ask certain favours.

He could stay in Naples then.

- He could stay in Naples? - Everything's possible.

- Farewell, Funelli. - My respects, judge.

- But who are you? - An admirer.

I beg your pardon?

I'm a friend of Donna Emilia's, the midwife.

- Do you want me to keep him in Naples? - Can you do that?

- Do you want me to? - How much do you want?

Nothing.

No-one does such things for nothing. It takes money, I know.

But I can sell my jewels, borrow money, if necessary.

How much do you want?

Nothing.

Nothing's needed.

No, thank you, let's hope they keep him in Naples anyway.

- Let's go. - As you wish.

- Donna Concetta? - She wants to see them take her son.

- She should avoid such commotion! - True.

- Hello. - Ah, are you here?

- What about Don Michele? - Are you here to spy?

- Did Donna Assunta send you? - No, I'm here of my own accord.

- They're taking Michele to Avellino. - Why Avellino?

That's where places are available,

the three prisons in Naples are full.

You talk of it as if it was a hotel!

It's better, it's free and you get fed.

Spy! I knew she'd come to spy!

My son! He's been convicted! My son!

Michelangelo! My Michelangelo!

- He's off to Avellino. - Who told you?

My son, I love you!

Go home and wait for me.

- Me? - Yes, you.

You said you could arrange for him to stay in Naples.

- Your friend? - Yes.

- I want him to stay in Naples. - Alright.

- Can you do that? - Anything for you.

- Where are they taking him? - To Avellino.

Avellino... There's time, then.

Meanwhile we can find an agreement. Let's go somewhere quiet.

- Will my home do? - If it's convenient for you.

Yes, even now. Let's go.

- What are you doing this evening? - I don't know, I should see a friend.

- Won't you come to my house? - I'll come with you.

And then you'll leave?

- How old is this horse? - Three, Your Honour.

This friend of yours waits for you every evening!

The usual suspicions!

Haven't you understood yet that I'm not rich?

There's business to attend to, people to see.

- It wasn't like this in the beginning. - The beginning's the beginning!

- And the end is the end. - It's 2,500.

- How much? - 2,500.

- Give me the collars. - I can't find them.

But they were all here!

Everything's upside down now, you're chatting instead of working.

- Listen to the mistress! - I represent Donna Assunta.

- She never said so. - Who ever sees her? Ah, love!

- Devils! - The defence lawyer has spoken!

- Isn't the story with Funelli true? - It's just a friendship.

- Funelli took care of Don Michele... - And then of Donna Assunta.

What is it to you?

We're losing clients every day.

If it goes on like this, we'll have to close and starve to death.

Besides, nothing's known about him, not even if he has a family.

He never looks at you and if he does, he has a vicious look.

He did it with me too!

And Donna Assunta, who didn't care about anyone, looks at him in rapture!

- That's not true! - You don't know anything, ignorant!

As soon as Donna Assunta comes, I'll tell her everything. I'll tell her!

- Do you want to end up in hospital? - I'm not scared of you!

Hey! Donna Assunta's coming, cut it out!

What's the matter?

- No-one's got the guts to talk? - That...

- Donna Michelina hit her. - We had a row.

- What did she have to say? - That she's a liar.

They said you...

Enough, get back in to work! It's late, come on!

The party's over, you can go.

- It was your fault. - She provoked me.

Go, tell your boss I'll pay him.

- This is for you. - Thank you.

Goodbye, miss.

You're here! Linen?

- Yes, to be ironed. - Good.

Always beautiful, Madam Assunta!

- Aren't you coming in? - I can't, I must go.

Why? A glass of fresh wine will do you good.

- Come in. - Alright, but only for a moment.

Go home. What you're doing isn't nice.

- But I... - Enough, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night, Don Federico.

- Won't you take your jacket off? - No.

Wait, I'll be right back.

- Damn it! - What happened, Federico?

- Are you hurt? - No, I'm alright!

Goodness. Come here.

Put your finger in here. Wait...

Put it here.

- Leave it, it's useless. - Put your finger here, it'll help.

Does it still hurt?

Of course, what could a little cold water do?

- No, this is water with starch. - Yes...

Let me see.

My poor love!

Sorry. But you women are always inopportune.

I'm going out to buy cigarettes, I've run out.

Won't you come back?

I will, but I've told you I have to go away.

- Aren't you having dinner with me? - But everyone's seen me come in!

No, it's evening, there's nobody in this street.

And there's no-one to see if you've left.

You weren't so scared a year ago.

You didn't care if they saw you.

- It's you I'm worried about. - Me?

I don't want Michele's mother to tell her son.

You always misunderstand.

We'll never get along!

"We'll never get along."

"We'll never get along."

- A double rum. - Good evening, Don Federico.

Good evening.

- Do you want to play too? - Not this evening, thanks.

Don't tell me you've lost the habit! A player like you!

- A little courage. - No-one's betting anymore?

This card is fresh.

You've found a client. Two liras on the four.

The knight's gone. I'm sorry, Don Federico, you lost.

- Place your bets. - Four liras on the four.

Don't worry. Here it is.

The four is out! It's not a good evening for you.

- "Lucky in love..." - But women bring bad luck.

It's true. 10 liras on the seven.

Interesting!

Don't raise the game, it's easy to lose 30 liras.

Don't worry. Look... There you go.

Easy, easy. Don Federico, look.

Seven.

As you see, tonight's not the night. Goodnight everyone.

- Goodnight. - See you tomorrow evening.

No, I don't think so.

He's had a bad evening.

Nicolino, take my advice, some chains are to be broken right away

or they get heavy. - It's useless advice.

The other night I told Eleonora, "I can't come tomorrow."

- You can't imagine what happened. - Women are bad news!

- You're late. - The tobacconist's was closed.

I had to go all the way to Spirito Santo to find an open one.

- I thought you wouldn't be back. - I told you I'd be back.

All this fuss for being a couple of minutes late!

So, are you staying for dinner?

Sooner or later this story will have to end.

Michele will get out of prison in a couple of months.

In January. That's five months away.

- What then? - What then?

I'm not scared of Michele, I'm doing it for you.

Are you scared for me?

I've already told you, I'm not scared of him.

- Are you sure it's not because of him? - Because of who then?

- You've grown tired of me. - "Tired"! There we go again!

I shouldn't have come back, that's all you can say!

Is this supposed to be love?

I come here like a thief and you visit Michele twice a month,

and every evening you go under St. Francis' wall to tell him what's new.

I haven't grown tired, but anyone in my place...

Federico! My Federico! Federico...

- What time is it? - It's late, she'll come tomorrow.

Silence, it's late!

There, in the second drawer.

The tin box.

- This one? - Yes.

- Are you sure you don't need it? - Yes.

I'll give you half of it back at the end of the month.

- You'll have to wait for the rest. - There's no rush.

Sorry, I must go, it's late.

- Did you go this evening? - No.

It's the fourth evening I haven't been.

- Why don't you marry me? - What did you say?

I said, "Why don't you marry me?"

Are you afraid Michele might get out and hurt me?

If you marry me, he won't be able to do anything.

- You are already married. - Who told you this nonsense?

I found out two months after I'd met you.

So, if you know, why do you go on about it?

Lies. Nothing but lies!

You've never told me one single truth since I've met you.

You've never loved me.

You liked me and you blackmailed me.

You blackmailed me and you're tired of me now.

So tell me, it would be more honest,

then go, go back to that whore...

Federico! Don't leave me alone!

Federico!

Federico!

Federico!

Federico!

- I'll bet on the Knight. - It's late, I must close.

I'm sorry. It's the last hand, then we'll stop. Forgive me.

- Please. - Thank you.

- Look who's here! Don Federico. - Good evening.

- I was actually waiting for you. - Good bye.

The Knight.

- Michele, aren't you asleep? - No, I'm waiting.

- It's late, she won't come. - She might.

How long hasn't she come for?

This is the fourth evening. She must be sick.

She's always come, she must be sick.

How hot it is! And it's September!

It's Saint Januarius tomorrow, we might get some meat.

- What is she like? - Who?

- Assunta Spina. - She's beautiful.

- How's her hair? - Black.

- Her eyes? - Black like her hair.

- And... - Enough, leave me alone!

- Good evening and farewell. - Good evening.

It's really good.

- Have we disturbed you? - Forget it!

All drunk!

Assu... Assun...

- Assunta! - I'm coming down.

The horses are fretting.

The carriage is full of flowers.

We'll win the flag at Montevergine this year.

Of course.

Assunta, let's go.

- How beautiful it is! - Let's go, Tittariello.

Good people, this is the story of Maria Rosa.

Girls of Antignano, good people,

this is the story of Maria Rosa.

The mother said, "Look in the mirror."

"What are these two dark rings under the eyes?"

"How unfortunate I am, poor old woman!"

April, April, oh mother.

You said, "Be careful, my daughter."

"The sun can harm in summer."

"And take care when Christmas comes and the street is cold."

But then, why in spring didn't you say to this heart,

"Careful with love that in April roams around."?

Good people, this is the story of Maria Rosa.

Lemon leaves. Lemon leaves.

Hear this voice.

I've been waiting for you three days and three nights.

Maybe you didn't come because you were sick!

Don't worry, I'm here now.

You mustn't worry, I kiss you and greet you.

And wait for all this to pass.

Lemon leaves. Garden leaves.

There's a thorn in this heart.

Silence, you shouldn't be awake at this hour.

- Don Federico, but... - Don't worry, bet.

Alright, if that's what you want, here you are.

Damn!

I told you you'd lose, Holy Spirit!

- The miracle's late this year. - Let's hope for the best.

- Have you seen who's here? - Who's here?

- Saint Januarius. - What are you doing here?

Who are you?

- You can't be here. - Why not?

If you're here, Saint Januarius won't do the miracle.

He won't!

How dare you come to church with that face?

- Evil woman! - Shameless woman!

- What happened? - A woman has fainted.

Poor soul.

Are you better? It's because of the mob.

Naples wants to know if there'll be a miracle, if things will be alright.

But you know that, you're Neapolitan.

- Donna Assunta, this will do you good. - Do you know me?

I've been working at the police station for a month,

I bring linen to your ironing shop twice a week.

- I don't remember you. - You've never seen me.

- But you've seen me? - Yes.

- Do you want to go back to the festival? - No, thank you.

- Do you want to go home? - Yes.

- It's from the bar on the corner. - I'll take it back later.

- Shall we go? - Eh?

May I accompany you?

Of course.

- Have a good day, Don Federico. - If the day's anything like the night...

You'll make up for it this evening.

- Are you coming with us? - No, it's time to go to the courthouse.

We'll go with you.

I was told to go and I went.

Naples's beautiful, big,

I feel a little lost, but I'll get used to it.

I've got nice colleagues at the police station.

They laugh even when I'm quiet. But there's no malice in it.

- Carnations! May I? - No, don't bother.

- Please, it's a pleasure for me. - Alright, I'll take one. Thanks.

You've been unlucky.

- You win and lose at gambling. - Just a second.

I always saw you.

Once I followed you for a long time, at a distance, to see you.

It's true, you win and lose.

Sometimes you think you've lost, but you've won something.

- Would you like a glass of milk? - No, don't bother.

There's no bother, wait.

- Excuse me, what time is it? - It must be nine.

Has Saint Januarius accomplished the miracle?

- Hurray for Saint Januarius! - Hurray!

The miracle. The miracle

Go away. I said go away!

You can change your fortune with half a lira.

Understand that fortune only comes once in a lifetime

and if you can't seize it you'll be left mouth opened.

Don't hesitate, morons!

Destroyers of your own homes! Assassins of your own children!

10,000 liras for half a lira!

Buy the lucky number.

I'm mad! 10,000 liras for half a lira!

Bravo, you've got guts, fortune will smile at you.

You must be daring in life, like me!

- Take me as an example. I... - I've got you!

- Listen, cavalier... - I'm not a cavalier.

- Sergeant... - I'm not a sergeant.

- Who are you then? - You know who I am.

He's mad! Don't press, it hurts!

I didn't want to caress you. You don't know me, do you?

How many times am I to tell you illegal gambling isn't allowed?

If it was allowed, it wouldn't be illegal.

- Silence! - No! What are you doing?

You're getting me into trouble! I have four children!

What shall I feed them with this evening?

- You should've thought of it before. - Let him go, we know him.

They don't have any mercy for anyone!

Saint Januarius!

Saint Januarius, have mercy! Let me see my son before I die!

Save my Tina too.

Donna Concetta, I've put 500 liras on his heart!

Before I pinned them there I showed him and said,

"Here are 500 liras".

"Fulfil your duty or you'd better not come this way next year!"

Bravo. The shop's doing well because I watch over it,

and Tittariello's worth his weight in gold!

Donna Emilia, 16 months!

What if I get sick? If I die?

- I won't see Michele again! - Damn...

Don't make me curse, Saint Januarius has just gone by!

You have an iron health!

16 months have gone by, 2 years will be quickly over.

Listen, can't you see madam Assunta doesn't even look at you?

Who told you, Marcusio? It's all nonsense.

I only feel friendship for Donna Assunta.

Are you trying to be smart with me? I'm thirty!

- I'm telling you the truth. - He's trying to be smart with me!

Open the window, you beautiful fairy,

the air's already perfumed.

But you're still sleeping...

Roses, what beautiful roses,

and May's here again.

Bravo! It's the Opera House!

May you get killed! He scared me!

Are the shirts I brought the other day ready?

There's a shirt and a collar missing, you'll have them in three days.

Three days? Are you joking, Miss Rachele?

Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, the day after is Christmas and then it's holiday.

After all, it's time for turkeys, not collars.

Alright, I can't get mad at a beautiful girl like you.

Where I come from, people like you are called "Casanovas".

- What? - Casanovas, flirts, heart-breakers.

- Me a "Casanova"? - Are you angry?

- Do you want to arrest me? - No, don't worry.

But I'd sure like to make your boyfriend sleep on a bunk.

- Would you? - How hasty Don Marcusio is.

- Sicilians are hasty. - Listen... What's your name?

Marcusio, at your orders.

Don Marcusio, my boyfriend minds his own business

and he's never slept on a bunk!

- Just joking. - Don Marcusio's always joking.

Don't you see how sad your comrade, Don Flaiano, is?

What's funny about that?

- We weren't laughing at you. - He's in love.

- It's not true. - Don Flaiano, what's your name?

- Marcello. - Oh, Marcello!

If my boyfriend was called Marcello, I'd love him more.

- Are you Sicilian too? - No, he's from Abruzzo.

Listen to the bagpipes! Do you have bagpipes at Christmas in your area?

Do you think I come from a country of savages?

I come from Pescara, a sea town.

A green seashore with hundreds of colours.

Not a sea like yours that's always turquoise.

We have bagpipe players too at Christmas,

and peals of bells ringing.

The bells from Pescara are answered by the ones from Castellammare, Spoltore.

The halo of the moon makes the snow glitter on the Majella

and inside the church candles sparkle on the altar.

Don Marcusio, let's go, it's late.

One moment, I must get the laundry.

Here it is.

Good evening and Merry Christmas, Madam Assunta.

- Thank you. Ernestina, come with me. - Good evening, ladies.

Good evening and Merry Christmas.

Hold it.

Let's go.

- Best wishes again. - Good evening and Merry Christmas.

Close the door, quick!

Listen, you must do me a favour.

Find Don Federico Funelli and give him this note.

- Did you understand? - Yes.

- Do you like this? Take it. - Thank you.

I haven't seen him for 2 or 3 months, I don't know where he is.

You'll find him at the Caffè Sgambati, opposite the courthouse.

- My father also goes there on Sundays. - That's the one.

- Do you want an answer? - Sure, you bring it to me, fast.

- Can I take this too? - Yes.

Hurry up!

- Where are you going? It's not finished. - I'm on an errand for the mistress.

Don Federico.

She's gone mad since she hasn't seen him.

She's been writing to him and sending people over for two months.

No, wait, I'll tell you.

- In September, since the day we fought. - We were right.

I've just talked to you as a brother, you do what you want now.

There's gossip at the courthouse, your career's at stake here.

You have wife and children.

You don't know what I'm doing to get rid of her.

I've even applied for a transfer, what more could I do?

That woman doesn't let you breath.

- Don Federico, a note. - You see?

An urgent note from Donna Assunta, she wants an answer right away.

- Gentlemen, a Merry Christmas to you! - Merry Christmas.

- Am I to tell her anything? - Tell her to leave me alone.

All I've left is my eyes to weep with, Donna Assunta.

Remember how merry I was?

When they named Donna Emilia the midwife, everyone laughed.

I wanted to give her an education, teach her how to read and write.

I wanted her to be a singer. I should've expected this.

How dare she! How could she change from one moment to the next?

She was a good girl, Donna Assunta, and she loved me.

I loved her so much too!

Look, Donna Assunta.

A few days ago she sent me this letter from Livorno.

"Dear mother, forgive me, I'm not as happy as you'd think."

Then why did you run away?

Why did you leave me? Why don't you come back?

Donna Assunta, when I don't find her at my side in the morning...

I don't feel like eating, cooking anymore...

I don't do anything anymore.

I eat alone in pubs like a student.

- Donna Assunta, will she come back? - She will, she will.

Everything comes to an end, men tire quickly.

- What about you, Donna Assunta? - You know... everyone knows.

Don Federico...

I haven't seen him for three months.

One day, he happened to see me in the street, innocently, with someone.

He jumped on the opportunity, made a scene, and I haven't seen him since.

I've sent for him a hundred times.

I can't take it anymore, Donna Emilia.

You love him, don't you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He's selfish, immoral... a liar.

I don't know why I want to be with him.

I never know what I want, Donna Emilia.

You're right, I'm mad. You said so.

- I said it jokingly. - No, it's true.

- What about Don Michele? - Don Michele...

Michele's the only one who loved me.

The only one who truly loved me, in his own way.

A frightful love, because he frightened me too.

And... he doesn't know anything? What when he'll know?

He'll do what he'll want.

Donna Assunta, it's a too-long visit that I've paid you.

No, it's been a pleasure, I'm always alone.

Why didn't you tell me he was married?

He forbade it. After all, who could have imagined...

Excuse me.

Did you find him?

Please, excuse me.

Go away!

Merry Christmas, Donna Assunta. Merry Christmas, Donna Emilia.

He doesn't want to come.

He doesn't want to come, doesn't want to see me, he says it's all over!

He doesn't want to come!

- You must go! - Me? He won't listen to me.

He will! Tell him I must speak to him, and I'll wait here, tonight.

And that he must come!

You must tell him that I can't do otherwise!

Otherwise I'll go to his wife and raise a scandal!

I'm capable of going to the courthouse, where he works!

He must also give me back the money I lent him!

I'll ruin him! I'll throw him in the street!

Him, his wife, his children! I don't care about anything!

- I don't care about anything! - Tomorrow morning...

No! You must go now!

- I don't know where he is.. - At home.

- Am I to go there? - There's no harm, you call him...

- Don't insist, I can't go. - I'm asking you like a daughter.

- Like a daughter, I beg you. - Alright, calm down.

I'm going, I'm going. Holy Mary!

- Who is it? - It's me.

It's the day before Christmas Eve, and I thought...

That you needed someone to talk to,

to see a friendly face.

Someone who, even if silent, is near you. Am I right?

Poor Flaiano, they've left you alone the day before Christmas Eve.

I'm alone because I wanted it.

I enlisted because I wanted to see Naples, but I have a family back home.

- Why are you alone? - What's that got to do with you?

I've always thought you're alone.

I've got land in Pescara, my parents are old.

They'd receive you like a queen.

Me?

- You want to marry me, don't you? - Yes.

"Assunta Spina's getting married."

"Why, haven't you heard? Assunta Spina's getting married."

Those that don't know her ask, "Who's Assunta Spina?"

Those who answer, whisper it, into their ears...

"It's that one. It's that one!"

"That one."

Do you know what "that one" means?

It means the trollop. And do you know what a trollop needs?

A ruthless man, who won't let her be, who takes advantage of her.

A man who, the more he sees her cry, the more he slaps her.

Who, the more he ill-treats her, the more she'll cling to him.

And what are you? What are you? Look at what you are!

You're a puppet!

You're a puppet!

People laugh... and why shouldn't they?

You're ridiculous, you're nothing.

You're in love.

Are you crying?

Go on, cry.

Poor thing.

Poor thing.

Kiss me, please. Kiss me, because I'll never ask you again.

- Who are you looking for? - Federico Funelli.

First floor, on the right.

- Can I call him from here? - Yes.

- Who is it? - A lady looking for the cavalier.

- Cavalier, there's a lady for you. - He's just come in.

- Who is it? - Me, Donna Emilia.

- Emilia who? - Forcinelli.

Can you come down a minute?

I'll be right there.

You'll excuse me. It's cold out here.

Go ahead.

- Good evening, Don Federico. - Good evening. Assunta?

You got it, eh?

Nobody's given birth here, so I figured it out.

Tell her she mustn't bother me anymore.

Don't joke about it, she's gone crazy.

She said if you don't have dinner with her tonight, she'll make trouble.

- I told her I can't. - She threatens to go to your wife,

to the courthouse, to your superiors and tell them you owe her money.

So it's threats now! Don't listen to her. Excuse me, I must go back.

What am I to say?

Don't go, we'll speak about it tomorrow.

Tomorrow you'll tell her everything's useless: prayers, threats.

The game's over between her and me. Goodnight.

- Coming back late, cavalier? - I don't know, let's hope it ends fast.

Goodnight, cavalier.

Get in and close the door, it's cold.

- Assunta! - Holy Mary!

- Hey! - Holy Mary, Michele!

Michele! My Michele!

- Michele, you're out. - Yes, a month earlier.

Over a month, for good behaviour.

Federico Funelli has done his utmost, he's been like a brother to me.

- Has he? - Yes.

- Oh God. - Did it upset you?

You're right, I should've warned you,

but it was a surprise, even I didn't expect it.

Have a glass of water.

Poor Assunta, it looks like you didn't want to be alone,

had you invited someone? Who were you expecting?

Donna Emilia, it's late and she won't come.

- I want to wash my hands and face. - I'll give you a towel.

There's no need. I'm no longer used to such comfort.

- Here. - I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

If you knew the life I had!

- Holy Mary... - What a life!

A novel, Assunta, a novel!

- Assunta. - Yes, I'm here.

- Assunta, are you listening? - Yes.

Good evening, cavalier.

- On patrol, eh? - Yes.

- Doesn't Funelli know? - About what?

- That you got out. - No, he doesn't know either.

He thinks I'm to be released next Friday.

I'll give him a surprise tomorrow at his home, to thank him.

- Haven't you been to your house yet? - No, when I leave here.

Doesn't your mother know you're out?

No.

- You must go right away. - No...

- Come on, you'll be right back. - No, I want to stay here now!

Mother doesn't know and a day sooner or later won't change a thing.

I want to eat, I'm starving.

My knife.

Bread.

If you knew what they gave us this morning!

A bowl of soup and a little bread.

Prison is bad. No air, no light.

Every day a walk in a yard... that big.

One behind the other. One, two... one, two.

Look, like this. One behind the other.

That's me, Michele. See? One, two... one, two.

And this is you: Assunta Spina.

Every night at the prison wall... here.

Is there any food?

A little cold meat and a little mozzarella.

- Aren't you eating? - I'm not hungry.

You have to eat.

If you don't eat, it's a bad omen, and you've thinned.

I'm not hungry, Michele.

The wine!

Assunta, it's been so long since I drank wine!

You can't imagine what he did for me.

Don Federico decided I had to get out sooner, and he made it.

Have you heard he's leaving Naples? He's asked for a transfer.

He's leaving with his family and never wants to come to Naples again,

he says he doesn't feel good here, even if it's where he was born.

- He doesn't want to come back? - No.

If I tell you something, will you believe it?

- You'll tell me some other time. - No, now.

- Right now. - What's the matter, what happened?

Nothing, but listen to me.

When you were inside... One, two... one, two.

- Well? - Well, I...

- So? - Don't you understand?

You?

- With who? - You don't know him, Michele.

- I don't? - No.

- You did well. - It's not true.

Yes, you did well!

Speak, when I was inside...?

When you got convicted and they wanted to send you to Avellino...

- Well? - I met a man at the courthouse.

He promised he could arrange for you to remain in Naples.

- So I could see you every day. - Federico Funelli.

- Yes! - Federico Funelli! I don't care.

- You should care! - No! What do you want from me?

Do you want me to go to jail again?

I don't want to go back. I don't care!

- You must care. - No.

- I don't want to go back to jail. - You must care.

Holy Mary!

No, Michele. Michele, no!

No! Michele!

That way.

It's cavalier Funelli.

Donna Assunta, Don Federico Funelli has been killed. Who did it?

- I did. - You?

- Yes. - Let's go.

Flaiano, stay here until the judge comes.

Let's go.

THE END