All language subtitles for CRIME OF LOVE(1974)

CRIME OF LOVE

Why are you clocking in?
There's still a minute to go.

Who cares? I'll give them
a minute for free.

Hey, why aren't you clocking out?

- I'll do as I please.
- Sure, but you'll lose a day's pay.

Go on!

- What're you doing, crying?
- No, laughing.

What've they done to you?

What now?
Waiting for me to thank you?

No.

Well, thank you.

Now go to work.
Why are you looking at me?

Listen, what's all this,
a love story?

It's useless following me.
I won't forgive you.

Me?

What did I do?
You're talking like a madwoman.

You're the mad one,
everyone says so.

Who says so?

I do!

How come? Today's the first time
I met you.

Not me.

- You're Nullo Bronzi, aren't you?
- Yes.

I've known about you since my
first day. You're in area one?

Yes.

- You're on the workers' council?
- Yes.

The man who pestered me
is on the workers' council too.

And so?

All you union members
have wandering hands.

But what did he do to you?

He touched my behind.

- You mean your ass?
- Mind your manners.

Come on, what do you want?
He didn't take it.

It's still there, as cute as ever.

If you talk like that, forget about me.

Why should I forget you?

Not going to work?
What do you want?

Nothing. I'll skip work.

- You'll lose a day's pay.
- So what?

Then you'll blame me.
I know you Milanese.

You'd do anything for money.

No. It's my first time to skip.

Today's my birthday.
I'm celebrating.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

But if you want to celebrate with me,
it's not going to happen. Thank you.

Why not?

I don't know you.

Of course you do. You know
my name and we work together.

That's not enough.

Still here?

Do you live far?

Nearly an hour and a half each way.

Damn!

So get off at the next stop.

Am I annoying you?

No, the bus is for everyone.

It'd be quicker to fly
from Catania everyday!

I'm not from Catania,
I'm from near Trapani.

So you are Sicilian then?

Well, she's hardly a Lombard
if she's from Trapani!

- And where are you from?
- Bellagio.

- Is there an airport?
- No.

So mind your own business.

I've arrived. Goodbye then.

Where do you live?

There.

- Where? Is it far?
- 500 yards.

This is my house. Bye.

Bye.

What is it?

- Know why I let you come here?
- No.

To tell you the truth. I'm honest,
even with guys like you.

Thanks!

I've been in love with you since
my first day at the factory.

I remember it.

It was a Monday.

It was raining.
There wasn't any fog.

With me?

If it was someone else,
I'd be telling him.

I'm telling you because it's you.

Nothing to say?

Well...

I like your eyes.

Thanks, when I'm crying.

It's too late; you should've
noticed me before.

I've worked there for three months.

I always laugh so you'll notice me,
and you only see me when I cry.

No, thank you. It's too late.

Now go, my brothers are coming.

- Is there a strike today?
- No.

Why are you here?
Are you sick?

No.

Are you eating cake?

- It's not Sunday.
- No, Monday.

What's going on with you?

It's my birthday,
so I bought myself some cake.

If no one will celebrate with me,
I'll do it alone. Cake and no work.

You could offer some to your father.

Have you been sacked?

He's celebrating his birthday.

That's an excuse.

Today, 2 February, laziness has
entered the Bronzi household.

It's those southerners' fault.
They celebrate everything.

Even Mondays.

It's the smoke.

What's smoke got to do with it?
Where people live...

plants can, too.

These flowers have to be
treated like children.

If they can grow at Tecnoelectric,
they can grow here, too.

The smoke's different at Tecnoelectric.

Beautiful and white like a cloud.

The smoke here is black.

Excuse me, Boss.
I need to change shift.

Why?

Armida Castellini here...

wants to change to the first shift...

so I can go on the second.
Okay?

Who told you to call me 'Boss'?
The ideia's right but the word's wrong.

- Engineer?
- I'm no engineer, nor an accountant.

I came up through the ranks.

I was a worker like you.
I didn't study.

- I didn't study either.
- Good girl.

A worker only needs hands.

Go to the engineer; tell him
to put you on the second shift.

In the ovens. But make sure you're not
caught in the restrooms with your...

- boyfriend.
- I go there alone and only...

when I need to.
In any case, thank you.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Two if you like.

I hear you're seeing a southern girl,
is it true?

- No, that's all finished.
- Why?

- She never spoke a word to me.
- Tell the truth.

- It's because they don't put out.
- No. You just need patience.

If you slept with her,
you'd be married by now.

Never mind him.
They're violent though.

- In what way?
- They shout and carry guns.

- My girl used to bite me.
- Why?

Out of love,
but she was wonderful.

I was even on sick leave because of
Carmela's bites on my upper lip.

- Was it Carmela Santoro?
- Not Carmela Santoro.

Carmela Scarpetta.
Do you like southerners too?

As long as they don't cry or lie.

They always say the opposite
of the truth. You've to say yes...

- when they say no.
- It's easy then.

No, because they
don't always do that.

Don't worry. They're warm, faithful,
good housewives, big hearted.

I'll marry a southern girl.

- But not Scarpetta. Another Carmela.
- The one in the canteen...

- with the big ass?
- Exactly, from the canteen.

- She's Pugliese.
- Pasta with sauce, pickled eggplant...

stuffed peppers, capers, olives,
wild onions, marinated zucchini.

Aphrodisiac food!

You'll be rock hard!

Engineer?

What is it?

- I need to change shift.
- Why?

Family reasons.

I know your 'family reasons'.
A woman.

Fill out a request form and wait.

Why treat me like a schoolchild?

What'll you do, strike for being
treated like a child?

If it takes a strike to be treated
like a man, I'll strike.

- Hey, know where Nullo Bronzi works?
- Never heard of him.

He's on the workers' council.

When you work in here,
you don't know anybody.

Milk.

Are you smoking in all this smoke?

Don't you want any?
It's good for you.

- Is that for me?
- Sure.

Thank you.

Know where Nullo Bronzi works?

From the workers' council?

Yes.

No, I don't know.

Have a good look at them.
Don't be afraid.

Good evening, miss.
Can I interest you in anything?

This is a fabulous radio-telephone.
Have a listen.

Isn't it great? Truly beautiful.
Have a good listen.

Why are you here?
Doing overtime?

I swapped shifts for personal reasons.

- And you got moved straight away?
- Sure. Why?

- Where are you now?
- The ovens.

- It pays more and you get milk.
- Why didn't you drink it?

Children drink milk. Besides,
I don't like it. I'll bring it home.

The oven smoke is bad for you.
You have to drink milk at work.

Hop on and I'll give you a lift.

I can't.

No one will see you. It's dark.

I can't.

My boyfriend wouldn't want it.

- You have a boyfriend?
- Yes.

Stop Iying.

I'm not Iying. It's the truth.

Who is he?

He's a man.

- From down there or up here?
- Up here, like you.

Does he work in the factory?

On our shift. Want to know
what color his eyes are?

No, I'm not interested. Bye.

Bye.

And drink lots of milk.

It's already spring where I come from.

How do you know?

I phoned home yesterday
and they told me.

- Where are you from?
- Naples.

I'm from Sicily.

Sicily...

Naples.

The lands of sun.

- Can I ask you something?
- Advice or a request?

- Love advice.
- Sure.

If a girl's in love...

with a local boy...

and she tells him that she's
engaged, even if it's not true...

- what should he do?
- First he should ask...

who the boyfriend is.

What should he say
if I look at him passionately...

and tell him that my boyfriend
works where he does?

Simple, that then you must be
talking about him.

That's all wrong. He should grab
your breast with one hand...

pull up your skirt with the other
and bite your neck.

Oh, Holy Mother!

Women today have to make a move
or you risk losing him forever.

- So girls here are direct about love?
- Of course.

That's fine in movies,
but not in real life.

If you don't want him, I will.

Give me his name, last name and section,
and I'll teach him the ABC of sex.

They've sacked him for incompetence.

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU BY THE LADIES'
RESTROOM - CARMELA SANTORO

You can't order me around like that!

Why follow me then?

I've something urgent to tell you.

- Couldn't you tell me somewhere else?
- We're alone here. It's perfect. Come.

What do you think? I'm going in here.
Close and we'll talk.

Talk.

You...

Yes, it's me. Tell me.

You're my boyfriend.

Me? You can't decide that
without letting me know.

Now you know.
What've you got to say?

Sure.

No. You've got to say...

I love you and can't live without you.

Sure.

So, say it.

Sure. I've liked you since
the first time I saw you.

No. You've got to say "I love you".

- People don't say I love you anymore.
- Of course they do. Say it!

Sure. I love you.

Again, with more feeling.

I can't do feelings in a toilet stall.

We're a couple now.

See you after work.

No.

Nobody must ever see us together.
Remember that.

But I'm happy now that I know
you love me too.

Occupied.

Are you having sex in a restroom stall?

No.

Damn it!

- Hello, Carmela.
- Quiet, they're watching us.

- Ten pounds of bread.
- And a quarter pound of mortadella.

- A half pound.
- I can't on Sunday. Only bread.

Who'd see?

Someone might tell the town council
and they'd fine me.

- Will I weight it?
- Sure.

If you smile for me, I'll give you
the mortadella, too.

- Where're you going?
- I was at the store.

Our house isn't this way,
it's over there.

- Go home. Mom has cooking to do.
- I want to go inside.

- They're talking about us
- I'm your brother and I'll go.

I'll tell you what you
need to know later. Go. Go!

Go!

Southern peasant!

This mentality
can't be quickly changed.

We have the Party,
which is a political choice.

But workers without social ties
accept these family imposed prisons.

When we arrive in the north,
we mix with other southerners.

In this way we remain trapped by...

these customs.
It was like that for me too.

The first time I sold our paper
on the street...

my father spied on me.

I told him, if I had to live like
a prisoner I wouldn't go to work.

That's how I got my freedom...

because I had to work.

One can't be
a Communist in the factory...

but a reactionary in the family.
That's my experience.

In her speech, our comrade
highlighted the problem:

the family. Does anybody want to say
something on this matter?

See, Comrade, no one
has anything to say.

Not a word, just like at home.

Then I'll speak...

even if I'm not a woman.

Nullo Bronzi, worker, northerner.

I'm here in Pioltello...

for personal reasons.
I came...

to meet my girl, because a worker
must think about love...

as well as politics.

I won't say her name out of respect...

and because she has a brother.

We were to meet here, but if she
hasn't come it's because she wasn't let.

This is my experience.

What's her name?

- That's my business.
- If you're a comrade, you've got to say.

You're right, but I won't say anyway.
Her brother could be here.

No discussions. First ask to speak.

- I'll speak then.
- I've just one thing to say...

if her brother finds us together,
what will he do?

Will he kill us? First me, then her?
Both of us?

- At the podium.
- I'm fine here.

The comrade who spoke before,
her there...

if she were my sister,
I wouldn't let her stay here...

- I'd send her back to Sicily.
- To be a slave!

Enough discussions of this sort!

We're talking about women,
their problems and situations.

- Let's stick to the subject.
- You're right. Sorry.

Where I'm from...

our custom has always been...

that a woman should only know
one man in her life. Not two. One!

She can't have much contact with men,
because men are hunters.

Who's to say that's wrong?

Must we change our customs...

because there's no work at home?

- Who's Nullo Bronzi?
- That's me.

- From a young lady.
- At home we have land...

I CAN'T COME THIS MORNING,
THERE'S A FUNERAL. CARMELA.

We were farmers.
We've become immigrant workers...

out of necessity.

We only need hands to work,
so we can keep our customs...

and they must be respected.
Give us work in Sicily...

and we'll go home.

I'm engaged.

- I'm engaged.
- Since when?

I decided to marry her this morning.

You're an idiot!

It means he's got her pregnant.

- I haven't laid a finger on her.
- Get a move on then.

Who is it, Alba Tramonti?

No. Carmela Santoro.

Who's Carmela Santoro?

- Is she from here?
- With a name like that?

Nullo's joking.

Think he'd marry
one from down there?

I'll marry her and I'll bring her home.

What home?

- This one here.
- Then we must all agree to it.

Nothing needs to be agreed.
Who's name is the house in?

Mine. Who pays the mortgage?
Me.

Where will she sleep?
In the kitchen?

In there. You can sleep in the kitchen,
or on the couch and Aldo in the kitchen.

You decide.

Does she wash, at least?

No. So what?

There's no water in the house
and they've an outhouse.

Soap and water don't cost anything.

Even my canaries wash.

Know what you are? Racists.

You always speak of equality.

Keep your mouths shut.

It doesn't hurt to be consistent,
even in the Bronzi household.

I'll marry her because
she's different.

And to annoy you.

Carmela?

I can't let you in. I'm alone.

So why did you tell me to come?

To talk, even without
seeing each other.

Carmela, open up or, I'll leave.

- Who saw you?
- Nobody.

- It's not true. Everyone saw you.
- Bye.

Come in.

Sit down.

It's already sweetened.

- Aren't you drinking?
- I already had some.

Good?

Yes.

My brother doesn't get back until six.

It's three now. We have
three hours together.

They're paying their last respects
to my second cousin.

- He fell from the fourth floor.
- Suicide?

No. A bricklayer.

Help me!

My love!

Wait there, Nullo. Wait.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

No.

It's not Japanese, it's Italian.

Start it.

It's sore though.

Only sore?

Don't worry.

I've been taking the pill
since the first day I saw you.

My love.

It's not them.

They don't have a car.

Now get dressed and go.

- You're sending me away already?
- I'm ashamed.

My sister couldn't look at her husband
for a week after her wedding night.

Or talk to him.

And we're not even married.

But I won't leave you.

Me neither.

I want to walk arm in arm with you.

Me too.

Bring me to see your house.

It's like many others.

I'm jealous if I don't know
where you live.

- The third window from the top is mine.
- With the blinds down?

- No, with them half-closed.
- With the drapes?

No, without drapes. Anyway,
they're all the same.

Even the buildings are all the same.

They're putting a sports field there.

A kindergarten over there.

Behind that building, a church.

They've already started work on it.

- What are you doing?
- Counting.

- What?
- The floors.

Fifteen.

Fifteen.

A lot.

Come on. I'll introduce you
to my parents.

No. Wait. Another time.

Why not now since we're here?

You're all rich here.

You think I'm rich because I live
in one of these beehives?

Don't worry, we have
poor people here too.

Yes, but your poor don't
come to us to work.

Instead, we have to come here.
Explain that?

I'll explain it to you.

Understand now?

Let's go.

Okay. Let's go.

Is that why you wanted to leave?

We couldn't kiss in there.

Let's take a walk. I want people
to see me with you.

There's no one here
that can see us.

Let's go.

What are you thinking about?

And you?

I asked first.

About where you come from.
And you?

Me too.

What's it like?

All white.

There's the sea. It's always sunny.
It's beautiful.

But before the earthquake.

If one's truly happy,
then any place is beautiful.

Perhaps content, but never happy,
because we're poor people.

Listen, let's pass by our factory.

- Why?
- Why not?

I was so happy my first day
working here.

Now I only like it on Sundays
when it's quiet.

- It's nice to be here.
- Here? Why?

It's where we fell in love.

- We're alone.
- No.

There's another two
kissing like us in that car.

We're like donkeys who always
return to their shed.

Listen, Nullo.

All those things we make in
the factory every day, all the same.

Aren't there too many of them?

Don't worry. They make them
because they sell them.

Bring me home now; too many things
have happened today.

Who was it?

- Guess.
- Your brother.

No, it was my fianc�.

Three-one.

What?

Juventus three, Milan one.

- Why, are you from Turin?
- No, Palermo.

Then why do you care
about Juventus?

- Have you begun boxing?
- Why?

Adalgisa told me
that you hit Carmela.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Of course you do, Bronzi.

If it's because she wouldn't put out,
you did the right thing.

Who did that?

Southerners say "Who did that?"
You say "Who was it?"

- My brother, because I came back late.
- It's my fault then.

- Does it hurt?
- No, I was thinking of you.

So why did you tell Adalgisa,
who's like a radio...

- that it was me?
- Don't shout.

It's shameful if it's a brother.

But if it's a fianc�...

it's satisfying.

Thanks! What next?
You'll say that I murdered you?

If you murder me, I won't say anything.

Hey! She's fainted!

Doctor!

Out you go. Back to work.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. She fainted.

She doesn't understand
she has to drink the milk.

The southerners faint easily.

They had a fight.

Who are you?

Her fianc�.

The violent type, hein?

Me, why?

- Who gave her the black eye?
- That's got nothing to do with you.

Know why she fainted? Because
of the air we breathe in here.

- She doesn't drink enough milk.
- You try working eight hours in there...

- even with milk.
- I'm a doctor, not a worker. Now...

- get out!
- What kind of doctor are you?

A vet!

She must be pregnant.

Eh?

She's Sicilian.

She's not a whore like you!

He looks like a southerner.

Feel better? I'm going to give you
two days rest, happy?

Go to the health center
tomorrow morning...

and have a blood test done
on an empty stomach.

- I never eat in the morning.
- Good.

- You're leaving?
- Yes.

Why?

They suspended me for two days
for calling a secretary a whore.

- Appeal to the workers' council.
- She did that first.

That's hardly even
an insult nowadays.

How are you feeling?

Better now.

Why are you here?

They suspended me for two days,
but it was satisfying.

I heard you, but you were
wrong to do it.

I always make mistakes with you.

Yes, but it was for love.

What did that excuse of a doctor say?

That I'm weak and that you're
not to shout in my ear.

- And you believe him?
- No.

I told everyone about my eye
so they'd know I belong to you.

What's all this about belonging?

You're not a thing, you're a person.

Hop on.

Where are you bringing me?

Home, so you can rest.
And I'll talk to your mother.

- You want to come to my house?
- Of course.

If we're getting married,
it has to be done.

That's what you do, isn't it?

I want to stay with you,
not with my mother.

If you bring me home,
they'll keep me there.

Bring me somewhere nice
with sunshine.

Okay. I'll think about it.

Do they wash clothes here?
It looks like soapy water.

It wasn't like this before.

- How was it?
- Beautiful.

All green.

The water was clean.

We used to come here to swim.

Now it's full of poison.

Industrial waste.

It stinks.

Worse than the air in the factory.

- Nullo, I want to tell you the truth.
- What now?

Tell me.

I'm ashamed for you to talk to
my mother. Not for you, for me.

- Why?
- For the Santoro family.

Our house is small, ugly and old.
It's full of beds.

It's not like yours.

We're too different.

- But I've already seen your house.
- No.

You haven't.

You were blinded by love,
and so you saw only me.

If you come to talk to my mother...

you'll see it properly.
And you'll regret it.

- I won't regret it.
- You'll regret it.

- I won't regret it.
- Of course you'll regret it!

- Come on, I won't regret it.
- You'll regret it.

- Where're you going now?
- My stuff.

Carmela, I'm a worker like you,
like your brother.

I understand your sacrifices.

To save money,
you go without everything.

You southerners are all like that.

We want to go back home one day.

It's okay to live like this here,
we're foreigners.

But we want to return home rich.

If we don't die first
or get married here.

Yes, but in the meanwhile
mind your health.

When you work,
you can't do without food.

Eggs, meat, milk.

Work sucks your blood
like a vampire.

That's why you fainted.

Better have debts than to go without.

Nullo, don't saying anything about us.

Not to the Santoro family,
nor to the Bronzi family.

I won't say anything either.

Maybe never.

Or maybe soon.

Who knows?

- I haven't a clue what you're saying.
- I'll explain.

It's better if nobody knows
that we're in love.

Talking only leads to jealousy,
and I'm afraid of jealousy.

It leads to no good.

- Just say you don't want to marry me!
- I do!

But let's keep our love secret
until that day.

Damn you! It's like you want to get
married because you're pregnant.

- I'm scared, Nullo.
- Of what?

I don't know.
Only a sorcerer could guess.

I'll tell you.

You're scared your family will lose
your paycheck if we get married.

I don't care about your paycheck.

They can have it.

Well, since your family's
more important than me, so long.

Doesn't Luigino matter to you?

Who's Luigino?

Our son.

- But you're taking the pill.
- Yes.

But I don't want to take it forever.

I want children.

You're crazy!

What're you doing?

Burying the dead birds.

Alright, I'll do whatever you say,
but we'll get the marriage license.

The doctor wants to see you.

- Me?
- Yes.

The color's fine.

Come in.

- Worker Carmela Santoro.
- Wait outside.

- How am I?
- Fine.

You're a beautiful girl,
what more could you want.

- I'm transferring you to packaging.
- Where?

Packaging.

Where is this place?

Serio Street in Sesto.
There are pros and cons.

The pay's a little lower,
but the bonuses are better.

The air's cleaner
and you'll breathe better.

It'll be like a holiday!

No. It's not suitable.
Family reasons.

Please, Doctor, can I stay here?

Swapping old for the new
isn't always good for you!

- You want to stay in the ovens?
- Yes, thank you.

Alright, sign here.

- Okay. You can go.
- Have a nice day.

- Where were you?
- The doctor sent for me.

- Listen, can you cook?
- Yes.

Do the vacuuming? The washing?
Set the table?

No.

That's alright, you'll learn.

Want to be a maid at my house
at the same pay?

I'm a worker and I want
to remain a worker.

I'd have stayed in Sicily
if I wanted to be a servant.

Good girl. You can go.

Carmela, what do you think
you're doing?

Come back or I'll beat you.
Your brother will kill you!

Damn it!

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'd bring you straight
to the Town Hall if I could.

Why?

To marry you.

Let's go. If my brother comes,
he'll chase me home.

- What, did I say something wrong?
- No.

Your expression changed.

Look, I said I want to marry you
to get you out of that house.

It's not possible you risk being killed
by your brother and mother for going out.

- It's almost the year two thousand.
- I don't understand you. Let's go.

- What's going through your head?
- Marriage isn't a joke.

- I wasn't joking.
- I don't know.

Oh God, it's my brother.

He doesn't know how to ride it.
He'll break it.

He bought it yesterday.

He'll break it before this evening.
I guarantee.

- Turn back. Let's go somewhere else.
- No.

It's alright, it's alright.
What have I done? Don't cry.

He hit a child.
Look, it's my brother.

I couldn't avoid him.

Dirty southern coward!
Get back here.

Mafioso.

Come here. I'll beat you.

I couldn't see the little guy.

Damn southerner!
We'll break your legs!

Only members can enter here.

- Come out if you're a man.
- Dirty southerner.

Fascists!

I couldn't see him.

- Let's give him a lesson outside.
- Let's get him.

Stop! Don't touch him!

- Pasquale!
- Stop. No!

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

What did they do to you?
Does it hurt?

- What do you think you're doing?
- Get your hands off me.

He hurt a child.
He needs a good lesson.

Who are you to judge,
the people's court?

- He's a joy rider!
- A Moroccan.

And so you want to Iynch him?
Beat him to death?

Sure, bring him outside.
Kill him, go on.

He's innocent.

- Come on, let's get him.
- Calm down.

He's had a good fright.

You can thank Gramsci.

And this idiot here. Let's go. Out.

We should've given him a lesson.

Let me see.
You're covered in blood!

And who are you?

I'm Carmela's fianc�.

No! No!

Stop. Stop!
What're you doing?

No one beats my fianc�e!
Do you understand?

Stop, you ungrateful...

Leave him! I'll kill you!
Don't touch him!

Hey!

Who said you're my fianc�?

You.

I'll never marry you.
Not even if you kill me!

You will marry him!
For your honor.

No! I'm grown up and I'll marry
who I want, when I want to.

But him...

never.

Go to hell, southerners!

Why are you crying?
Did you have a fight?

- No, it's the paint.
- You're love sick.

CARMELA'S RETURNING TO SICILY
BY TRAIN TOMORROW AT THREE.

A FRIEND

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

I'll carry it. That way you can't
blame me for missing the train.

Is it full of lead?

Wedding linen.

Why don't you take a later train?
So we can have a chat.

There's nothing more to say.
We've said and done everything.

A great performance.

I applaud you. Well done.

Instead, it's a tragic love story.
Potatoes included.

- What's inside your head?
- Unfortunately for me, Nullo Bronzi.

But you left me!

Not even in the movies...

a girl leaving her boyfriend
because he wants to marry her!

Yes. But at Town Hall.

Where else?

- In the church.
- So that's what you think.

It's almost the year two thousand!

Let's stop. The rain's too heavy.

- What are you doing in here?
- Nothing. At least I won't get wet.

Ever wondered why I'm called Nullo
and not Giovanni, Giuseppe, Pietro?

- Is there a Saint Nullo?
- I don't know.

There isn't. That's my name
because we're anarchists.

My brother, my sister and I,
we weren't baptized.

I never took communion.
All the Bronzis are the same.

We don't get a priest when we die,
we get a red flag.

There can't be holy water
at my wedding.

You think I do this just for my family
and a white dress?

I could marry you dressed like this,
but in here.

Otherwise I'd never feel
like your wife.

You all talk like that.

More frightened of your families
than of hell.

Here's what we'll do...

secretly get married in church...

and tell my mom and your dad
that we got married in Town Hall.

See, I am sincere.

Not secretly or with guests.
Sorry.

- Town Hall, even tomorrow if you want.
- We could stay engaged.

Great solution.

We can make love every evening.
Even tonight.

I can always repent afterwards.

Don't leave me.

Two shots of grappa.

Carmela?

Your suitcase, miss.

Thank you.

Let me get it.

- My love...
- I'll undress first.

- Will I switch off the light?
- Please.

- Want me to help?
- I'll do it.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

At least open your eyes.

No. I can't.

Don't you like the place?

Don't you love me anymore?

I still love you.

You're my life.

But not like this.

Get dressed and I'll bring you home.

Be quick.

You're leaving me?

Yes.

People make love like this
only when they're not in love.

I want you forever, or nothing.

I'd marry you tomorrow,
but how I say. You don't want to.

It'd have been better if I
never saw you crying that day.

I wasn't crying for you to notice.

I told you it was useless.

We're too different.
In everything.

What's been has been.

I'll wait below.

- Nullo!
- What?

Don't leave me alone.
I'm afraid.

Alright. I wait here.

- I'll carry the suitcase.
- I'll do it myself.

- Give it to me.
- I'll do it!

Farewell.

Carmela!

Don't you want the potatoes?

Keep them as a memento.

- Have you moved to the first shift?
- What?

- Have you moved to the first shift?
- What shift are you on?

- The first.
- So why ask me?

- Just to talk.
- I moved to the first shift not to talk.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Looking for Carmela?

She's been out ten days.

Probably changed factory
not to see you.

Can I have a word?

Want to go to Moscow
with the delegation?

Not right now. Thanks anyway.

Since you wanted to go to Warsaw
the last time.

- I'm meant to be getting married.
- Congratulations.

Thanks.

Listen, is there a worker priest
in the area?

What?

Is there a worker priest in the area?

One linked to us? A Catholic-Marxist?

Go to the factory gates.
He's the one who never swears.

Hi.

I came to ask about Carmela.

She hasn't been to work in
over a month. Where is she?

Is she sick?

Who're you to ask me that?

- It's none of your business.
- It is my business.

I'm here because I love her.

I need to talk to her.

Has she gone back home?

Yes.

It's better if you forget her.
Carmela was right to forget you.

Why? What did I do?

I love her. I want to marry her.
Where is she?

Get lost, or it'll end badly.

How can you think to live here if you
won't even try to understand us?

What we're like?
We're the same as you.

Want to hear the truth?

Carmela never wants
to see you again.

You're Carmela's brother,
aren't you?

Yes.

- Is she at home?
- No.

Know where she's working now?

I mind my own business.

- What's this?
- It's instead of milk for our health.

Give it to me.

What are you doing?

- See how they've masked us?
- Since when?

After Carmela got sick,
but it's a disaster.

It's not possible to wear them
for eight hours.

If the poison doesn't kill you,
the asphyxiation will!

Give me that. I need it.

What's this then?

- A protective mask.
- What's it for?

It prevents the inhalation
of harmful substances.

Why?

Weren't these substances
harmful before?

Why weren't there masks? Why was
Carmela Santoro kept in the ovens?

To kill her!

The company controls hazards
in the factory.

I'm just the doctor.

- A servant, not a doctor!
- Get out!

How is she?

You can see her if you want.

We need to get her to a hospital.
I'll call an ambulance.

Thanks, but she came back
from the hospital yesterday.

Yesterday?

They treated her, but they
couldn't do any more.

Hospital? How's it possible?

So it's serious?

At least Carmela's at home.

Go in.

But smile...

so that Carmela
might get better soon.

Then you can get married.

- If it's you, let me hear your voice.
- Yes. It's me.

Who told you?

No one.

I understood.

I thought you didn't want
to see me again.

That you'd gone back home.

I wanted to tell you I decided...

about the wedding.

Mom...

I want to speak to Nullo alone.

Did you come out of pity...

or love?

What are you saying?
Out of love.

I waited for you by the gate
every day.

Let's make peace, Nullo.

Kiss me.

- How do you feel?
- Better since you're here.

Carmela, I'll marry you
in a church with a priest.

Even if I don't believe in sin.

I can't live without you,
not even for one minute.

No. Not in church.

You're the man and I'll
do what you want.

A woman must do
what her man decides.

You mustn't humiliate yourself for me.
We can get married at Town Hall.

I'll imagine a priest is marrying us.

And I'll pray when I become
Carmela Bronzi.

Oh God!

You know, the honeymoon is
half paid for.

Don't you believe me?

Bring me my purse.

Venice, and all that water.

It's heavy. What's inside?

It's full of love.

Love letters I wanted
to send to you when...

You'll read one to me every morning.

There.

What's this?

The factory management
gave me rest holiday.

Ten days all expenses paid
in Venice.

If I can't go, you will.

Carmela, can you get up
if you lean on me?

Why?

I'm bringing you to my house
straightaway.

It'll become your house too.

Wait.

I'm going to get a car. I'll bring her
to my house and marry her.

Carmela, are you happy
to be getting married?

- Are you cold?
- No.

I just feel heavy...

all over.

Nullo, why didn't you look for me?

I did look for you.
Didn't they tell you?

No.

Why didn't you look for me?

I was...

ashamed...

of my sickness.

- But Carmela...
- And I was afraid you'd say no again.

The last time we saw each other
in the factory...

I smiled at you.

And you...

didn't even say hello.

- Why, Nullo?
- Because I'm stubborn.

- I thought...
- Don't think, don't talk.

Let's just stay close.

I'm writing to tell you that it's not
your fault if you never see me again.

It's the factory's fault. I'm in
great pain, but you're innocent.

When I think of you I feel better.

Yours forever, Carmela Bronzi.

I'm writing to tell you it's a miracIe
if you're still alive.

My brother wanted to shoot you
before the hospitaI but I...

- Bye, Mom.
- Goodbye.

Wait, I'll come with you.

but I stoIe his gun and kept it in
my purse because IIoved you...

even if you didn't want to see me.

One night I dreamed
that you came to me.

TOWN HALL

Let's go.

- Is the register ready?
- Yes.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Are the witnesses here?
- That's them.

Please.

Have a seat.

- You're Nullo Bronzi?
- Yes.

And you're Carmela Santoro?

Yes.

You're here in front of me,
the Town Clerk, to be married?

Yes.

Please listen to the Civil Code articles
which stipulate the nature of matrimony.

Article 143.

The marriage imposes upon husband
and wife the mutual obligation...

of cohabitation, loyalty
and assistance.

Article 144.

The husband is the head of
the family. The wife must obey him...

take his last name
and is obliged to...

Sleep a bit.

If I sleep, I can't see you.

Nullo...

- Will you give me a present?
- Yes.

Make a call to where I'm from.

To who?

Anyone at all.

Maybe the Town Guard.

The number's in my purse.

One moment please.

Hello?

Officer?

It's Carmela Santoro.
Is it sunny there?

Is it hot?

TOXIC FUMES AT WORK KILL

FACTORY OF DEATH

ANOTHER VICTIM OF EXPLOITATION

ANOTHER WORKER DEAD