All language subtitles for Chi Lavora E_ Perduto_ENG_fixed

Who works is lost
- To the end of the Earth -

Characters and events of this
movie are fictional.

Any resemblance to real events
is merely coincidential.

C'mon, Bonifacio!

c'mon, I'm making it.....

C'mon, Bonifacio, this is it....

C'mon, damn! What's done is done!

If the interview is good for me,
I'm all right.

I've found a good job.

A job at AG.

Say nothing, better than this.

C'mon, I'm making it.

So that'll be the day,
that'll be the day...

It's only matter of good answers to
the interview with the psychoanalyst.

Fine, keep calm and relaxed.
The calmer you're, the better it is.

Maybe even a bit dull, the duller
you're, the better it is.

C'mon, Bonifacio, c'mon, you're making it,
c'mon, Bonifacio, c'mon, I'm making it.

C'mon, I'm making it.

Bonifacio, I'm making it...

C'mon, Bonifacio, this is it.

C'mon, damn! What's done is done.

Here I am.
- Are you here for the interview?

Are you Bonifacio B.?

Draftsman?

Please, have a seat.

Tell me...

Are you ever scared to fail?

Are you ever embarassed because
the others are watching you?

Do you mind being disturbed
while working?

Go to pot, go psychoanalyst!

You and your questions,
really nice questions.

Will you end up in hell?

Do you ever have some red
marks on all your body?

Is sex act disgusting?

Do you like women having
a strong personality?

Do you ever hear some strange voices?

Stranger than yours, which
is like a king of spades' one?

What might he have wanted to know
by means of those questions?

Who knows?

Tell me if you agree or disagree
to the following statements.

Prostitution ought to be
controlled by state.

Modern art ought not to be
allowed inside churchs.

Having extramarital affairs
is more blameworthy

for women than for men.

Strangers are dirtier than Italians.

It's hard to sing the national
anthem properly.

What do I care?

I only need a job and that's that.

Ok but what if this
job isn't for me then?

As to what I'm or I can do,
what would be the point?

So Bonifacio, stop it.

It's time for you to get rid
of all these concerns.

It's time for me to wisen up.

Fools don't rule the world,
damn!

And instead I was going to
answer to him like a fool.

Find a rhyme with progress
immediately.

I was going to say dumbass.

Now a rhyme with money.
- I wish.

A rhyme is missing.
- Money too.

Which newspapers do you read?

Do you have friends?
From which environment?

Do you fit in with your parents?

Are you married?
Did you serve in the military?

Have you debts?
Do you like to drink?

Damn! How hard is to get a
piece of bread to eat!

Damn it! You starve to death or
it'll bore you stiff.

Look, I made even a rhyme.

And they keep the money on
a showcase.

Who knows at which price.
My world is dying screaming.

Damn!

Man, may I have a seat too?

Have a seat, sure, since we're
going to have fun here.

My dear sir, when you were born poor,
you can only hope you'll win the pools!

Come on, let's drink a little.
- Sure, cheers!

Cheers to this boy's health!

Cheers. - Cheers.
- Hurrah, guys!

Cheers to the health of the
dead too, poor thing,

who is the last one for today.

This wine is good, isn't it?

Come here, c'mon, move!

Sun is burning heads now!

Let's go, come on.

And it makes five with this
and it's the last one then.

Did you already pay?

Yes, I did, do not worry.

Go to hell, the jacket too,
it's so hot!

What's up with these stupid things?

I'm getting on the boat.

Come on.

Here's a stupid man for sure.

Maybe I'll end up to become
like this too.

Who knows?

Give me.

Group arrival, discount for
group travels.

Perhaps he didn't care of
anything anymore.

Not even to die.

Be careful with your hands,
come on.

Like these ones, look at them,
what's the look of their faces!

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow
it'll be their turn too.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord

and may light eternal shine upon them.

May they rest in peace.
Amen.

Easy.
- Done.

Which way do you go to the cemetery?

The Greek one, of course!

So I say, could you give me
a lift too?

Get on, no problem. If you've
nothing to do, hoof it.

Let's go, louts!
- Thanks. - Look, come on.

Push!

A little bit, come on.

A stroke, oh, oh!

Poor old men, here's a solution.

Indeed, but who knows?

To be or not to be, I've no
idea, who knows?

It's only a matter of habit,
after all...

all what happens is possible.

Damn!

Now cheer up.

I remember that I was not so
sad at Carlo's funeral.

All of us had the same thoughts.

The best ones are always the
first to leave.

Good morning, comrade Carlo.

Hello, good morning.

Good morning, Carlo.

Carlo, his life as a partisan.

Most of us were serene at heart
for Carlo, so strong for everybody.

Hey, guys, but we're going to
to the cemetery this way.

Oh, my dear, if you didn't
get off earlier,

now you're coming till the
end of the way, you know?

Ok, so let's set ourselves properly.

Oh, respect is needed for the dead,
isn't it?

Sure, of course.

More respect would be needed
for the living though.

The dead are dead, God bless them.

Until we're alive, we've to
respect these thieves of dogs.

Until you've your teeth in the mouth,
you never know what's up to you.

This guy would have to know instead.

Hey, do not smoke on the graves,
they're not ashtrays at all, you know!

Indeed.

And there's really a little
difference between ashes and ashes.

The jump of the dead, hup.

A new kind of sport, tight
sorrow and long jump.

And so they are showing their
legs to the dead.

Eh, yes, I've no really social
sense, certainly.

I must or not, I must or not,
I must or not.

Job or no job, job or no job,
job or no job.

Who knows?

But it's sure that photographers
already work for cemeteries.

Smile please...and play de profundis.

Blackshirt...of the...eve.

And eve is one of lean days.

My father was right, I've no
really a social sense.

I already feel like hearing
and seeing him.

This day, the first one of the
year, we have a new system!

New year, new life!

New year, new life!

If you won't do what I tell you,

I'll bend you like a wire!

Like a wire!

Exercise! A sound mind in a
healthy body!

And from now on you've to achieve
a social sense, social sense!

Social sense! Which one?
- Speak only when asked!

You're not allowed to speak!
Only when you're asked!

Am I maybe living in a society
with an apathetic sense?

You're not allowed to speak!

Pact of steel.

To us!

The fascist Italy and the nazi
Germany...

more and more strictly linked...
- To win, and we shall win!

We'll smite all of them in a week!

today together next to
heroic Japan...

Good night, I go to bed.
- Good night, my dear.

Bye.
- Good night.

Bye.

Bye.

Good night.

...against United States of America!

Good night.

I slipped away instead.

All of them looked like being
already dead to me.

What on earth was it being done
so far away, who knows?

Fascism, war, years passed
away so quickly.

And they got left behind,
so behind.

A bit of fresh shadow.

Incense is smelling so good.

Not bad at all the idea of
confession.

One's spilling the beans and the
other one's listening to.

God's police headquarters.

What's the point? Who knows?

I've been not confessing for
such a long time.

From the times of father Deodato.

I remember that he stammered
and so sins seemed to be double.

How sinful we were.

...saints, amen.

Vocation...
- But, father...

...watch over your heart by
divine vocation.

My dear son, by holy vocation.
- But, father...

Vocation, vocation, vocation.

In the name of the Father and of the
Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

On your knees.

My Lord, let me hear your voice.
My Lord, send me a sign.

It was like when you play
hide and seek.

Sit down.

I was playing with myself.

I pretended to wait for some
signs not to make up my mind.

The door handle not perfectly
horizontal,

the shoe laces tied exactly
the same way,

to throw a stone and make a hit,

end up a prayer when the curtain
is drawn?

Ready to go to Fondamenta Nove!

And now it's the same, I'm still
looking for signs.

Well, if I catch that motorboat
immediately,

I'm not getting a job at AG, go!

Damn! How tired I am.

Look, let's take a little
of inventary.

Just aged 27.

I took a design diploma,
badly but I took it.

I served in the military,
badly but I served in it.

I cast my electoral vote,
well but I cast it in vain.

So I'm fine, ain't I?

Indeed, I'll get a job at AG
and that's that.

That'll be the day! It's better
that a kick in the teeth.

The diver...
- Easy, let's go, come on!

Let's go, kids, come on!

Would you be a diver?

Yes, I would.
- Me too.

What if we cut his pipe?

Absolutely not!

Come on, I said let's go!

And be quick, come on, it's late!

Come on, hold on it, fool!

Come on, be quick!

Here, I'd like to throw him
in the water.

Come on, kids, I told you to set
yourselves properly, let's go!

Line up in pairs.

Come on, let's go kids, let's go!

I'm crazy.

Ah, Bonifacio, you still haven't learned
that these jokes are not allowed.

Never, neither as an adult nor
as a child.

They came to no good even at
that time.

What kind of evil did I do yet?
We used to play, that's all.

Bonifacio, come here.
Where are you running?

Bonifacio, come here!

Bonifacio, scoundrel!

You're being punished down in the
cellar in the dark and with no food!

How many punishments, why all this?

Because I was never able to
keep up appearances

and not to be caught.

I'm really a fool.

And fools don't rule the world,
damn!

World belongs to those who can
adapt, get used to, adapt.

Like Gianni, who has shirked
into municipality.

Gianni "Gian gramophone", one guy
from our group. Nice group, really.

Yet we went together.

We felt like being a focus of
universal attention.

Indeed, it was like going to the
end of earth holding hands.

My dear friends, an initiative is needed.
- Come on, you're naive.

Why naive?

An initiative has to be taken like the
Venetians did at the time of republic.

Those were good days, forget
the present ones!

Are you still fascinated by this idea?
- You don't undestand.

Think, to set murderers at liberty,
to dress them up like Genoeses

and make them go around contryside
to be up to all sorts of things.

Murders, robberies, rapes.

Nice things, how tremendous
they were.

Certainly today, when they tell
their women

to go to bed in their underwear if
husbands vote for the communist party,

they are even more tremendous, really!

Or when one gives them the right
shoe for pork barrelling

and promises the left one for later.

What does that have to do with it?
These are disgusting cases.

The Venetians' hit was political
genius instead.

But it was easier to cheat
people at those times.

They were even sent on a crusade
for Holy Sepulchre as an excuse.

You'll serve in the military
one day for a while, won't you?

And remember that you're no
longer men from now on!

48!
- You're soldiers!

One more.

Quick, move, slackers!

50!

And, if you have spots,
declare them to the corporal.

48!
- Got it?

I'm talking to you, slacker,
turn around!

Ah!
- 48!

I'm here to teach you how
to forget who you're!

And do not think to cheat me!
Got it?

I want that you clean up your
musket by cotton

three times per day, in the morning,
afternoon and evening.

I'm not interested in how
you'll get hold of cotton.

That's your business! Got it?

But keep well in mind that
from now on your musket

has to come in first place
inside your heart,

before your mother and girlfriend!

Attention!

Right face!

Forward, marsch!

One, two, one, two, one, two...

We had started to laugh.

But we didn't have to laugh,
we were not allowed.

Indeed, military service is
a serious thing.

A titanic calamity and a
striking slaughter.

General Paulus Aemilius resigned
instantly.

Hannibal's batteries were
behind elephants.

Elephant is irresistible both
in the front and in the back.

I am Paulus Aemilius.

Glorious soldiers, fight
till death!

May our nation not give in
the barbarians!

May Rome have an eternal glory!

Absolute madness!

Do it well, do it quickly,
my book will prevail.

And, as if it weren't enough,
he used to breed pheasants

on a terrace of the command.

Bold down, c'mon you too,
c'mon, take it!

Are my pheasants doing well?

Are they lively and healthy?
- Yes, sir general.

Method and passion are needed,
experience and diligence.

They are all destined to the
most valued colleaugues.

Yes, sir general.

Method and passion are needed,
experience and diligence.

A pheasant for Christmas has
a right to a general.

Yes, sir general.

It's a honor to be eaten by
such a brillant military man!

Got it, my soldier?
- Yes, sir general.

Give it bran and wheat so that
it becomes a nice pheasant.

Yes, sir general.

I'm sure that one of his pheasants
took out his eyeball by pecking.

Guys, listen to what my dears
have written to me.

Dear Anselmo, the cow called Martina
produces a bit of milk, it only eats.

It also had an abortion and so I
even wasted my money for a bull.

Luana wants to marry Benito.

But until you don't come back home,
this cannot be done.

So be quick to come back home,
we need you.

Also mom and dad say hello to you.

Greetings from Nina,
who is my girlfriend.

I've been doing nothing with my girl
so far, I just wait to get married.

I don't even want to go to
a brothel anymore.

Why? Are you penniless?

It'd be enough to go to Umberto
movie theater.

Hey warriors, shall we go to get lost?
- Hey, guys, let's have a try, c'mon!

Hey, c'mon!
- Hey, c'mon!

Come you who lost even the cow,
c'mon!

Hi, nice man, come with me,
yes, this way.

Do you know what's my name?
My name is Nannina.

And what's your name?

We had got so terrificly lazy,
you bet!

Well, Gianni, instead of rising up
and tell them things resolutely.

You had adjusted like all the others.

Who knows?

And so, step by step, we had
lost the sense of everything.

And then stop with spleen,
chatter and doubts.

I've still some time to
decide what to do.

Have fun, cheer up!

C'mon, let's have a look at
what our artists can do.

Wasn't I perhaps taught at
school

that Italians are the best, the
smartest and the bravest ones?

A people of seamen, migrants,
poets,

saints, artists and painters?

Hence I'm fine.

I'm Italian, not really a saint,

but I'm also a painter.

But maybe it'd be better if
I were a statue.

No, I don't have to move,
otherwise it's all over.

I don't even have to move myself,
today art has no longer to move people.

A change is needed, a change more and
more and as much as possible quickly.

Change, change, change...

Not to take the risk to grow
fond of nothing, nothing, nothing...

Well, more nothing than this!

Listen, do you like that sculpture?

I'm talking to you, you know?

Which one, did you make it?

No, I'm the model.

Ah, model, nice, nice!

Thanks.

Don't mention it.
- That's what I'm saying too.

Is this you again?
- Ah, this one?

No, that's my sister, but we
look each other so much.

Indeed, of course, it's clear,
a family of models, in short.

Yes, she's only a bit
older than me.

Got it? That one is me instead.

Ah, that's you.

Yes, you can actually see that
there's all of my nature in it.

You don't get it, yet it's clear.
- Of course.

What a mighty breast!
- No, these are the feet!

I'm always guessing wrong.
- The feet, yet it's easy.

Well, yes, I know, but it's
not clear. - Yes.

Here, now I got it. This is
the back, isn't it?

Exactly and that's the neck.

Yes, I got it.

I'd like to make a portrait
of you, you know.

Really? Who are you, a painter?

Well, I also do some paintings
in a way.

Fine, tell me, do you also depict
heads in this new style?

Heads, yes, this way.

So you're an abstract painter too.

Well, a spatial one.
- Yes, well said, exactly.

You know, I use only a brush.

Listen, would you like to go
to the beach together with me?

No. - No?
- Really.

- Wouldn't you like?
- No.

No problem.

I wanted to make a portrait of you.

C'mon, sweetheart! She's
looking at me.

...try to untie the capstans!

If I only could find at least a place
to plunge for now, being so hot.

It's sure that, if I still
were with Gabriella,

now at least I'd know what to do.

Gabriella...

King of spades asked if
I got married.

Just a little bit more and I'd
have surely got married.

Instead also love comes and goes
like steamers.

How did she use to say?

My beloved Bonifacio,
I love you, I adore you!

No way, she was always more
dignified in love too.

Do I plunge in water?

Sure, I'll hold my underwear
until I'm in the water.

Gabriella, beautiful star...

How nice to have a swim all naked!

Almost like to make love all wet.

Ah, Gabriella, how nice it was when
we went to sandbanks to make love.

And you called me. - C'mon, Bonifacio!
- And you called me. - Come!

Come!

Here it was, just like this.

Gabriella, Gabriella!

C'mon!
- Wait for me!

Wait, Gabriella!

Wait!

It's nicer when we're all wet.

I bet that you never came in a
place like this with the others.

And you often come here with
the other women instead.

With my friends for sure.
- Yes.

Going hunting on winter.

These are really nice places.

Rotten waters...ouch!
- Just tell me...

Mosquitos and wild plants too.
- Which kind of men are

the others chasing after you?
- Not bad.

But you were with me.
C'mon, come up to the bell tower.

Oh, how steep!
- Gabriella!

My blessed sweetie!
- No, Bonifacio, I don't want to.

C'mon, fool, we're close to God here.

God is love, don't you know?

Gabriella.

Gabriella.

What's up to you, Gabriella,
what's wrong with you?

I don't know, I'm scared.
- Scared about what?

I'm...I'm pregnant.
- Pregnant by whom, by me?

That's great!

Love fruits, but you didn't want
these fruits.

And you decided to go to Geneva.

You'll see that everything ends
well.

Are you Italian, sir and madam?
Your country is Italy.

As you can see on your left,
there's Jean-Jacques Rousseau isle,

and on your right the Vacheron
Constantin House.

In the front the Swiss Bank,
ahead of the Savings Bank,

where two days ago they made a robbery
of 50 millions of Swiss Francs.

How nice shops.

What luxury...how nice.
- How nice showcases.

Look.

Look at those watches.
- What kind of watches.

Watches-gold, gold-goldsmith,
goldsmith-orifice, orifice-hole,

and so we get to Swiss cheese.
- Bonifacio, c'mon.

Be serious.

Organized...

tours.

Controlled, guaranteed and insured.

Here, look,

those are the hospitals for
cocaine addicts.

Those other for alcoholics.

Those for psychopaths.

And those for depressed ones.

And these are for epileptics,

for schizophrenics and for
plastic surgery.

Where the former virgins go,
you know, to get fixed again.

So what are we waiting for?

That's exactly what I need, isn't it?
- Let's go, c'mon!

Bonifacio...

In the meanwhile days were passing
by from one doctor to another,

troubles were increasing
and money was reducing.

Damn! It's closed.
- So what?

So no way, I'll call that boor
of midwife

who told me to come here
this morning.

I'm picking up the phone.

Excuse me for a while.

Hello, madam Saint Lost?

Well, it's closed.

Where to go? To a psychiatrist's.

To do what?

Ah, very well. Do you have
an address to give me?

Thanks.

No way, we've to go to
a psychiatrist's first.

To a psychiatrist's and to do what?
- Who knows, for a certificate.

You say that you're pregnant
by your boyfriend? - Yes.

So why do you want to get rid
of your baby?

There's no reason.

You know, I need an exact
reason to give you

a certificate of abortion

according to the 120th paragraph
of Swiss penal code.

So tell me. Why?

I can't keep the baby.

Why can't you keep him? Who's
preventing you from doing it?

Well, lady, will you tell
me the truth?

Yes or not? Do you love or not
your boyfriend?

C'mon, make up your mind!

Ah, see that there's a reason.

So that's why you don't want
to keep the baby?

C'mon, tell me.
- No, that's not the reason.

How come that's not the reason?

Make up your mind once for all!
- No, believe me!

Hence tell me why.
- No!

C'mon lady!

Bonifacio!

Gabriella, tell me what's happened?

I can't take it any more, take
me away, I can't take it any more!

C'mon, speak.

c'mon, Gabriella,
don't be childish!

Move, c'mon, everyone's looking
at us here in the middle of the street.

Calm down, Gabriella,
be clear once for all!

Enough, I can't take it any more!

Take me away, Bonifacio,
take me away!

C'mon.

Calm down, c'mon.

C'mon, do not cry,
don't be childish!

C'mon, everyone's looking at us,
stop it!

Gabriella, come here.
Listen, explain yourself!

C'mon, don't be stupid,
c'mon!

C'mon, stop it!
- I don't care anything for it any more!

I can't take it any more,
let me go!

I don't want to know anything
any more, let me go!

Gabriella, where are you running?
Come here, Gabriella, listen!

Wait!

Calm down, Gabriella. That's
not the end of the world at all.

He told me that I've still to wait.
He wants to ask me once more.

I've to pretend too, otherwise
I won't be given a certificate.

Bonifacio, I don't make it any more.

C'mon, calm down. You'll see,
we'll find another one.

C'mon, be good now.

You know, I really think that the
whole Switzerland's prosperity

is based on these surgeries.

There must be a conspiracy

with tourism authority, doctors
and hotel managers

to make these surgeries
complicated and expensive.

So people have to leave all
their money here.

If we have still to wait, I think
than then it'll be too late.

Anyhow you're more beautiful.

When a woman is more beautiful
during pregnancy,

a female will be born.

Let me touch if the baby's moving,
c'mon, let me touch.

No, mad, what do you want to touch?

Your chest is more swollen though.
- You're really reckless.

So what?
- Here it is.

We have a certificate of
abortion

according the 120th paragraph
of Swiss penal code.

We're ok.

The patient complains that she's
always withdrawn into herself,

that she's alone with her thoughts
and doesn't dare to talk about to anyone.

She claims to loathe that one
meddles in her business,

and so we find the usual problem

of a lack of communication
by this kind of patients

who have a lot of more or less
odd ideas in their heads.

Which kind of rubbish is this?
- Go ahead.

There's some definitely better,
you'll see.

If he has found all this in you,
it means that I just don't know you.

Indeed, they want us to be
like that....

you're no longer yourself
and I'm no longer myself.

Ah, an appreciation:

the present situation

is dangerous for the patient

whose Italian taste for
melodramatic scenes

and sense of guilt

can lead her to commit extreme
actions,

according to the peculiar logic
of these anguished women

for which an end with horror is
better that a horror with no end.

Got it?

Better that a horror with no end.
- Damn! What a shit!

Yes, I've just said "shit"!
Don't you like it by any chance?

If you don't, move away!
Go away!

What do they come to do in a city like
this? - What are you saying and doing?

Do they believe that ONU can
change the colour of their skin?

Who do you think you're?
- C'mon, it's a horror with no end!

Go and get psyconanalyzed, it's
much better!

Let's go, c'mon!

That negro was really nice to me.

I wasn't standing to be with
Gabriella any more.

And when we came back to Venice,
our love was already over.

One can very hardly breath
while coming up here.

Maybe.

But if you want a lift,
you know how to do.

All I want is you, you know.
- Nice speculation, yes.

Yes, in my opinion.

I love you.

I love you, Bonifacio, you know.

- Ehm, "I love you", you can't say
anything else. - Bonifacio, why?

You look like a busy phone.

What did I do to you?
- Nothing.

Let me go, c'mon!

Bonifacio, what are you doing?
Where are you going, wait for me!

One of the many chases.

Bonifacio, wait for me!

Bonifacio!

Our love has become one for runners.

Wait for me, Bonifacio!
Bonifacio, wait for me!

I can't forget how you treat me.

I can't keep on coming here
to see you.

I can't behave like this.
- I can't, I can't, I can't!

You can instead, sure, if you want to.
Damn! You've got on my nerves.

Oh, sure that I want...

Oh, Gabriella, Gabriella...

But it was pointless by then.

It was no longer enough, it was
useless to the both of us.

Do you want to understand that what counts
is just the two of us and nothing else?

Just the way we're with no
other things.

It has to be always like this.

Oh my!
- You're reckless, Bonifacio.

I told you a lot of times.

I want...

I want my husband to be a
very polite,

tender,

tidy,

calm, peaceful man,

satisfied with his work...

Yes!
- And then...

And maybe even one who every morning
shines your horns very well.

What? And what if instead...

I wanted to make you walk
the streets

while staying at home to
wait for your earned money?

That's how you'd like your little
Bonifacio, a little cheated angel:

a nice pair of horns on my head and
a nice pair of wings on my hunchback.

Yes, forget it!

Where are you going?

What's wrong with you?
- You won't go away tonight.

You go to bed here.
- Are you crazy?

No, I'm very fine, but you
stay here!

I'd like too but it's
impossible, you know.

Try to be reasonable, Bonifacio,
you well know that...

Everything's impossible for you,
Gabriella!

Enough, I love you but I'm tired!

Sick and tired of all your concerns...
- Let me go, you're hurting me!

deceptions, lies, enough!

Stop having a keeper!
- Let me go!

And let me call home at least, ok?

Let me go!
- No, no, no, damn!

No, I can't, I really can't, Bonifacio.

I have to go.

I have to go, goodbye Bonifacio.

That's ok, go, go!

Run to your dad, run to your daddy!

Damned swine!

Enough, I can no longer stand you!

We'll be already sleeping.
- Go to hell!

Motherfuckers, motherfuckers,
motherfuckers...

Gabriella, you were a star,
Gabriella, you were the most beautiful,

but I wasn't your type, you maybe
needed an accountant.

That is one who can keep accounts

and respect forms.

I'm not able to live instead,
I have no really a social sense.

That's why I didn't get married,
my dear king of spades.

The campers do, they can surely
live in common.

They share and trade all that
they have.

Maybe even their women.

There were Claudio's theories
furthermore.

Go away!

You bastard! If I catch you, I'll
kill two birds with one stone!

He must be the father.

Here he's.

Always big and strong like
an hippopotamus.

Hey, Claudio, old pirate,
how are you doing?

Hey, good morning, Bonifacio.

How is it that you're in this
purgatory?

By chance, I was going for a run
and I wanted to see you.

Do you mind?

Not at all, better, my pleasure.

By the way, have you a cigarette?

And what about you?
- That's only the half of it, my dear.

Thanks, my dear.

AG are hiring me,

but that's a job not for me.

Well, that's not for you!
You're always the same.

Do as I did.

Before falling ill, I had
presented myself for a job

as a salesman in Milan.

They submitted me to a quiz exam
based on applied psychology.

How did it go?
- Verdict: rejected, schizoid.

You see, there's no more anything to do.
- It's necessary yet, you know.

As soon as I go out, I'll try
again somewhere else.

C'mon, what do you want to do?

Yes, you'll be rejected again
as inept, dangerous,

even subversive, c'mon, Claudio!

The experience in Russia was
already enough for you.

Or you put faith in it or you
shoot yourself, my dear.

I went really ashore like
a broken gondola.

I'm going around like a madman
and I'm in a cleft stick.

I only know that everything
is boring me quickly.

Got it, didn't you?

What is boring you?
You never did anything.

What do you mean you're sick
and tired of?

Do you think that, if it hadn't
been for my illness,

I wouldn't have stayed in Russia?

You're wrong, my dear, even
very wrong.

You were wrong at that time too.

Lucky you who're making it.

I don't understand why, who
or what I'd have to set to.

To whose glory, to Giosu�
Carducci's one?

Excuse me, what's the point
in getting a job

where they don't really
need me,

just like I am, with my ability.

Come on, everybody! It's time
for lunch!

Hey, you just love to hear the
sound of your voice, buffoon!

What ability are you talking about?

Don't you get that me or another
one are the same thing for them?

Damn! Not at all, I'm what I'm.

Tell me the truth, would you
accept a job which is for you?

Excuse me, why? Do you mean that I've
been living for nothing so far?

Everything would have been useless,
as if I'd have never existed.

Come on, everybody! It's time
for lunch!

Well, no way, excuse me, yet I've
been living well or badly so far.

Excuse me, do you think that
it feels right?

No, a job like this isn't
really for me.

Which tales are you telling?

Do you believe you can fix
injustice holding back?

You have to fight to make
the world better though.

To move and not to stand watching,
as you want to do.

In Russia they say to people
like you: march, get to work!

Do you want to understand it or not?
Work, work you too, Bonifacio.

Well, the manger is ready,
they're calling me, I've to go.

Forget about chit-chats!

Got it, Bonifacio?
Accept that job.

Listen to me.

"Claudio is a big one between two
waves, a great champion of hope".

That's what we were singing to
make fun of you, dear Claudio.

Nothing can discourage
your faith in work.

A worker will be always a great,
hard and honest worker.

We were making a fool of you
even at that time,

when you used to go to St Mark's
Square with high water

to put workers' newspaper
for special sales.

L'Unit�, l'Unit�, the workers'
newspaper!

L'Unit�, special edition!
L'Unit�!

C'mon, wake up, come up
on the boardwalk.

Give me.
- Here it is.

Are these lies or are they
telling the truth?

Here, keep the change.
- Thanks, man.

He looks like an ippopotamus!

Look how nice with those legs...
- C'mon, buffoons, I've to work!

Let's see if you dare to go and
put it for sale into a church.

Think I don't dare to?
- C'mon!

Come, I'll show you.

So c'mon, Claudio, show us
what you're able to do.

Stop!

You've to stay 10 feet off the churchyard.
- You're a buffoon, look how I'm going in!

But we're for legality,
the constitutional legality.

Let me have a look!
- He said 10 feet, ok, that's it.

You were right, Claudio,
I was wrong at that time too.

Like when, while going hunting,

we went through near
the female insane asylum

and I made fun of you because
you let be moved.

Some handsome kunks are down there!

Oh my, darn it!

Lay, cross, blasphemy, get out!

What? I'm coming!

Murderer!
- Well said!

Poor rags!

Who knows, maybe some of them
are even not mad.

Go to hell, paltry preacher
and lousy hero!

Tons of syphilis and wine
tanks are in there.

No kidding!

Say rather that they would
feel fine even outside today.

Anyway, given the harsh times,
what counts are erotomania,

porn morals and belief in abortion.

Hey, Nino!

Good morning, Nino,
we've got a gramophone.

Good morning, guys.
- Listen to the romances.

Hey, Nino, may we go for
a run on sandbanks?

Claudio, c'mon!

Bonifacio.
- What?

Listen, what if I had some disease?
- Let me go, Claudio, let me go.

Crazier and bigger than you!
- No, my dear, no.

No, I say that you're a dreamer,
you're a romantic

with two cheeks like an elephant.
You're all wine and tears.

Yes, but what if I made a big
life insurance?

Yes, in favour of the party.

So that you can be useful in
case of death into quicksand

or of a prick by some poisonous
insect.

That's what you want, don't you?

Guys, to Giuseppe's health.
- Good comrade!

To Giosu� Carducci's health.
- To Leonardo Da Vinci's health!

Hurray!

Listen, do you know Leonardo's law?
Listen, I'll tell you.

A large shoe, a tight woman,
a full glass

happy-go-lucky,

let's have fun together
with no more worries.

This is life, fool, forget
about your experiences!

And do not be a buffoon!

I want to make my experiences all the way,
hence I'll go to Russia, you'll see!

Giudecca-Zitelle!

Lucky you, big gullible Claudio,
who have never doubts.

Always sure of your ideas.

There're no really doubts for you:

if AG offer me a job,
I have to work there.

I have to accept that job,
that's all.

I wish it were so easy.

Who knows, maybe I'd better resign
myself to fate, that's all.

Hello, Bonifacio, are you
a building inspector now?

Come here with us to exercise
a bit!

Feel how good is going up and
down through scaffolding!

Yeah, but he's one of the finest
graduated painters with soft hands!

You're kidding about him coming here!

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Here's what my diploma is useful for,
to be taken for a ride.

Bonifacio, look what masterpiece
I'm making for you!

C'mon, fool, it's reversed this way!
Take it away or I'll beat you!

Well, why didn't you have
to go there at the end?

So I'd stay forever at Giudecca
at least.

All the people do what they
want at least.

I could stay here for sure,
always better than at AG.

Always better than being a night
ward for waifs,

these sons of nobody!

Or here, or in jail, or in an
insane asylum,

I've very well understood that
there're no other solutions.

In an insane asylum...

like Kim maybe.

You really looked like a madman, you know,
Kim, when I came and saw you.

Cassandra, I'll send him to you, he's under
an exam. - Ok, he's calm today.

Good morning, Kim.
- Well done, Bonifacio.

Also you've come in this area
to have fun, don't you?

And how you doin'?

Well, like a poor madman, you know.

My dear madman.

Do you have a cigarette?
- Sure, you can take even two.

They are all good boys here.
- Yes, I believe you.

Even those who are not mad.

But do you maybe think that I'm
less free here than outside?

I can say whatever I want here
at least.

Anyway they consider me as a madman
and so they let me say.

Move, give him a cigarette too,
c'mon!

He's a good madman.

Move.

C'mon.

Yes, but how do you think
to come out of this story?

Which story, mine?
And for what?

But if I'm...if I'm with those
ones who made the history.

In the garden I play cards
with Garibaldi,

at table I eat with Napoleon
and every evening I talk to Stalin.

And I won't tell you how many people
would have found the wanted solution.

Which solutions?

The right ones. Take a look
at that one for example.

Good morning, my dear.

Can you see him? So big and
strong and yet so polite.

His name is Pieretto.

During war he was a prisoner
in Germany,

and he knows where there's a room
where to throw in all these swines!

And maybe with a gas made by farts.

Stop it, Kim.

Yes, everybody, kings, princes,
cops and the ones dressing uniforms,

medals, diplomas, patents, passaports,
money and documents.

What do you think to solve this way?

It's no use that you are a
bad guy like the others!

Which bad?
- Be good.

Hence you didn't really
understand anything.

Which bad or good ones?
The are no bad or good ones.

Sane or insane, right or wrong.
- Kim, you want to be cynical.

But if you're inside here just
because you're not cynical.

Yes, I know that insane asylum
and jail are only for idiots,

the idiots who still believe
in that.

I know, there's no need for
you to tell me that.

I've been always believed in men
and I still do.

And I still believe in friends.
Go, my friends say!

And I still believe in comrades.
Go you, who are my comrades!

And I still believe in women.
How nice is love!

You know and God knows
that I do believe.

Let me go, you don't need to tell me,
I know, I'm your friend.

Did you come to tell me that?
- Let me go!

Don't you know that I'm mad?
Let me go!

Let me go, poor things!
Let me go!

Bonifacio, you saw me!
Ah, let me go!

Beware of him running away!

I saw, I saw Kim and I had got it.

Kim, after all you know and did,

you cannot pretend that nothing
was real.

Kim, you cannot forget all the
provocations you were suffering.

That night when the fascists
clubbed you

made such an impression on you that,
when you were telling it, I felt

like having seen it too.

I went to work at baker's as
always, but I was late.

Imagine, Bonifacio, the streets
of Venice during occupation.

Pitch dark and squads everywhere.

I was in trap.

I go back to make round
the street,

but the Germans catch me and
smash me into the monks' wall,

where there was a writing
still wet.

The was still the can of
the brush painting

left by those one who had written
on the wall:

DEATH TO HITLER AND DOWN
WITH MUSSOLINI

I gathered them, but I didn't
go to the baker's anymore.

Swines, cowards, repugnant crooks!

I climbed the walls of palaces

and I wrote what I thought
on them.

And, when the first steamboats passed,
I was no longer there.

I was already on sandbanks
with partisans.

DOWN WITH FASCIST MURDERERS

Kim, 16 aged, you were already
worth a million.

And you had no diploma but
you didn't need it by the way.

Nobody asked you for
showing papers.

They asked you only to risk
your life.

With no fuss, Kim, to do things
the others don't have courage to do.

And you only are loosing out.

Since then there has been a bed
ready for you at insane asylum.

The important thing for you was
to exchange views with the others

much deeply, with no fear
and stinlessy.

Like that time of the strike
at Marghera.

Go behind! Don't let yourselves
be caught!

Attack!

Clear out the square!

Clear out!

Go! Cheer up! C'mon. I'm not
making it.

Kim, Kim!

Stand, c'mon! Let's go away!

What did they do to you?
How are you?

Speak, damn you! - It's always like
before. - Stand up!

Ah, it's useless, it's useless,
no use...

C'mon, guys!

That's all pointless, that's
all pointless!

Poor things!
- Kim, Kim!

See what they did to you?

You, I told you to go away!
- Swines, swines, swines!

It's useless, Kim, you're right,
you don't need to roughhouse.

All that it was, it's no real
at all, it's worthless.

You have to be as they want
you to be.

You've to be able to adapt,
adapt, adapt!

And for those who can't adapt
like you,

the mental hospital's door is
always open.

And so you'll become really mad.

And amen.

Hear my bell so grumbling!

Troop...stop!

Right face!

Stand at ease!

Trumphet...rations!

Here're my AG, useful and delightful,

with a social sense.

So why shouldn't I have to
accept a job like this?

Drawing by an apex or by a mile
is always the same bore.

While grass grows the horse starves,
but I'm feeding a pigeon!

Damn! How nice is that pigeon!

At least also that king of spades
wasn't wrong at all this morning.

Wouldn't really even so bad
to stay here

in the square all the time long!

In touch with this cosmopolitan,
international and open minded

people.

Holy kids, blessed by the
economic miracle.

Then you could roar with laughter
about something, if you want.

Anyway isn't anybody here just
to have fun? So what?

Also the things made by AG are
for their fun, so what?

More or less fun,

any fun goes away at St Mark's
square.

Here it is!

And that's not real too.

It's only allowed what's written
on the travel guides.

To photograph and to be photographed,
to admire and to be admired,

to do what all the people do.

Here's the great democratic
rule!

This tube is pleasant though.

Hey, Bonifacio, go back!

It shows even what they
wouldn't want to show.

It shows even what they
would want to hide.

Who knows if it shows what
they think

or imagine.

For example, let's see if
I can see

what I think that Gabriella
is doing.

Move, c'mon, go to a brothel!

Who is?
- Olga, it's me.

Well, sir master, they're
waiting for you, let's go, c'mon!

C'mon, Marietto, come in.
C'mon, they're waiting for us!

The're impatient, move,
come in, let's go!

What an idea.

Here's what I could do instead
of finding a job at AG.

To launch a brothel!

No, it's not worth on a
kneeling-stool!

No, no, swine!

Ouch!
- Hey!

Damn! Instead of being
my brothel,

it's their lounge!
- In my lounge!

On my couch!

Some whores into the family haven!
- Go away!

Reckless, spineless!
- Off, away from my chairs!

Get out whores!
- What do you think, you're a loafer!

A hormonic madman!

It's time for you to decide to do
something other than doing nothing!

Get to work, bad crook!

To work? Who knows, let's try
for a while.

On paper, every day the same
lines,

every day the same lines,
as king of spades says.

You'll have to plan your movements for
the purposes of a better productivity.

To reach, to grab, to carry,
to guide, to rotate, to throw,

to split, to leave.

Nice way to use my abilities
and all this to earn a crust.

This is even not a work to work,
it's a work to make money.

So what?

It's better to break open banks.
Hands up!

In this case it's money for money
at least, that's all.

And keep your mouth shut.

Put up the loot!

C'mon, more, throw in!

Sound the alarm!

These robberies are successful
only in the movies.

Why not to be an actor?

I could play the role of a tough guy,
a gangster, a pimp and a killer.

A famous actor waited on hand and foot,
craved, overpaid, interviewed.

I'm what I'm.
- Sure, and your aunt is your aunt.

What's your name?
- Bocconari, with a n only.

Yes, that's enough for me.

No, Bonifacio, you've to be serious,
life is a serious thing.

You must have a minimum of
professional dignity.

Rather devote to typography,
even applied to filigree.

C'mon, try, who knows!

At least also the forger,
if you do it seriously,

is a serious job.

If you do it honestly,
it's even a honest job.

Here by my own hands, my golden
and holy hands, I'll get

my wages honestly for what
I'm worth.

A banknote 1.000 worth and one
500 worth per day.

Even, not to get bored, I could
change currency every month.

Sometimes dollars, then marks,
francs, pesetas,

rubles, pounds, dinars, drachmas,
plates...

No, no, no, no.

It'd be good for me to print
shares and bonds

and then become rich, rich,
very rich.

Owner of this and owner of that.

C'mon! Why don't you take up
horse racing, Bonifacio!

Easier said than done in venice.

Take up rowing instead.
- Bonifacio!

Here.

Thanks!

He'd be a good soldier.
- Yes, a very good one.

Bonifacio, do not wander off
in daydreams!

It's too hard to race on boats!

This is not a work for me for sure.

Keep your feet on the ground, Bonifacio.

My feet on the ground...I've to keep them
on St Mark's square, forget about tales!

But why at last didn't I have
to make this blessed bird food holder

seriously, if they give me?

Come here, come!

Your gestures are too abrupt.

To be a good bird food holder,
you need to be daintily, very daintily.

Otherwise even the boss at AG
could do your job.

No instead, he has to come to us,
only to us.

And what about the other food holders?
- We're the only ones.

Thanks, master.
- Thank you too.

Well, so that's just the
job which should be for me.

A job where I am what I am
and not another one.

I'd be peaceful, happy,

able to smile at everybody,
at me and the others...and even at God.

So what do you think, is this
job for me, yes or not?

Bonifacio, why are you asking
just me these questions?

C'mon, you know that I know
and I see everything.

What?

What did you mean?
- C'mon, move once and for all!

You're no longer a boy,
you're a man by now.

You're a man who doesn't want
to work, that's all.

Do not work though, if you
really don't like it.

What, is it just you saying this?

So the curse you gave to
mankind that time

is going to pot.

Ah, you mean the curse
I gave to Adam:

"In the sweat of thy face
shalt thou eat bread".

But this is tat! - So, will you
extempt me from working, won't you?

Is this what you mean?
- Yes, I will.

Because you're a good guy, despite
all your chit-chats.

Move, c'mon, move,
go along with God.

Thanks, my beautiful God,
holy and adored,

many thanks, many thanks,
many thanks.

Hey, Bonifacio, did you get
a sunstroke on your head?

What do you believe to solve
by these daydreams?

But maybe it's real that I don't
like to work, to say the truth.

Well, but I say, it seems to be
clear of course.

It's sure that, if I also
had a bit of faith,

I'd easily put my mind at rest.

Let's love each other
and live happily, who knows!

And I would have no more doubts,

sayings, concerns, regrets,
lies and chit-chats.

To go to the end of world
along with a bit of faith.

No, with a bit of faith
I'd go off the world.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Which kind of world is this?

Be good, Bonifacio.

C'mon, I'm making it.

Will I make it?

Who knows?

Will Bonifacio B. make it?
- Of course!

Maybe didn't they always tell us
that work dignifies a man?

They had even written over
Auschwitz's gate that

work makes free.

C'mon, of course.

You bet. Yes, I know.

The end

Transcription and timings by sansim,
translation by quidtum.