All language subtitles for Le ragazze di Piazza di Spagna (Luciano Emmer, 1952).english

THREE GIRLS FROM ROME

This is Piazza di Spagna, one of
Rome's most beautiful squares.

Above it,
is the Trinità dei Monti Church.

The stairway, 137 steps, is the work
of architects Specchi and De Sanctis.

On this side,
is the famous red house.

The English poet John Keats

lived and died here
on February 4, 1821.

In the apartment where the
poet lived, there is a library

and a collection
of manuscripts and relics.

During the period when the facts
I want to narrate took place,

I went to that library every day
for research work.

One morning, Gaetano, the doorman,
came out of his room

with an ironic expression
and a package in his hand.

- Who brought it?
- Miss Marisa.

She came yesterday with
her boyfriend, a handsome boy.

They're marrying this week
at San Clemente. My wife is going.

Are you going, Professor?

"Marisa Benvenuti and Augusto
Terenzi announce their wedding."

Marisa is getting married.

Maybe Elena and Lucia
will get married soon.

They won't come sit on this
stairway on sunny days anymore.

They were three girls
who worked in a dressmaker lab

on the other side of the square.

Three girls as many others,
but particularly dear to me.

As precise as the clock of
Trinità dei Monti,

every day at 1:05 p.m.
they crossed the square,

so gracious in their light blue
smocks! Always cheerful and smiling.

They ran up the stairway
to reach their usual place,

that none of the regular Piazza
di Spagna goers would ever take.

When I heard their echoes
from the open window,

their voices and their laughter,
I knew it was time to go.

"Pearls of the East Indies."
What is it? Good day, Professor.

Professor, do you know
what the East Indies pearls are?

From the East Indies?

- It depends, there are various types.
- Here it says "the pearl", just one.

- It begins with a "J".
- Java.

- Right!
- Thank you, Professor. Good day.

- Good day.
- Goodbye.

I would like to have known
what they thought of me.

Maybe nothing. Maybe I was just
an item of the square for them,

like the stairway, or the florist
stalls, or the fountain.

In the evening,
a few minutes before 7 p.m.,

their boyfriends started coming.

There were the old ones, who came
each evening for months, even years,

and the new ones,
and the very news ones,

encounters of the previous Sunday.

- Goodbye, girls.
- Bye.

Accountant De Blasi, Elena's
boyfriend, employed at the Archive,

was one of the old ones.

There were always young,
very tall men waiting for Lucia,

and usually very new.

Augusto, Marisa's boyfriend,
even if he was only 20,

was one of the oldest.

The gas station attendant remembers
when he was boy and came on his bike.

Now we comes with a truck belonging
to the laundry where he works.

For our girlfriends,
who lived on the outskirts,

returning home was a long trip.

Also because not all of them
took the shortest road.

"Paradiso Terrestre" is a place
where proper people go.

Tomorrow we'll go dancing together.

- I'm going or I'll miss the train.
- See you tomorrow.

Alright. Take the rail-car and
get off at the Capannelle station.

My home is only
two kilometers from there.

- See you there at 4.
- Yes. Goodbye.

Lucia took the 7:35 rail-car
at the Termini Station.

Elena lived in Monteverde Nuovo,
in popular development housing.

- Come on!
- No, dear, not tonight.

I can't always go home so late.

Mom waits for me,
and I don't know what to say.

Come to meet her one evening.

I will come,
I've told you many times.

- I'll come one of these days.
- Tomorrow.

- Alright.
- You can have lunch with us.

Alright.

- Promise we won't be late?
- I promise.

Marisa lived in Piazza
Giuseppe Sapeto, at Garbatella.

- Bye.
- What are you doing after dinner?

- Will you pick me up?
- Yes, but I'll whistle.

- I don't want to see your mom.
- She won't eat you!

No, but she always asks
when we're getting married.

- Did you change your mind?
- No, but we must find a home.

- Have your mom get us one!
- Alright. Whistle from outside.

If I can, I'll come. Otherwise,
I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Hi, Augusto.

- Will you come dancing tonight?
- I can't.

- Do you need someone's permission?
- Whose?

- I thought...
- I don't need permission.

Really?

- Watch out for this little girl.
- Where was she?

On the stairs with the ground floor
people who have whooping cough.

You must watch your sister.

When your dad comes,
he'll give you the rest.

- Leave the comics!
- Madam...

- I have no money to give you.
- But you took the stuff.

Close the door,
everything is flying around.

- Are you painting?
- No, I'm shaving!

- Go away, I must get undressed.
- I must work. Go where?

- Dad is in the other room.
- Get undressed, nobody is looking.

Very funny!

- Mom, I'll get water at Carlotta's.
- I'll come too.

I can't read in peace here, either?

Marisa, Mr. Eugenio
and Mrs. Emma are here.

I saw them.
They're afraid we'll run away?

We must give Mr. Eugenio 1,500 Lira
and he will leave.

To Mrs. Emma...
I must pay the baker.

We'll give 2,000 Lira to Mrs. Emma.
She brought your dad's socks.

Leave me 500 Lira for the cobbler.

How can I?
I must get medicines for Cesira.

Your dad didn't do extra time
this week.

Giulia, give me some bicarbonate
soda, my stomach is burning.

- Smoke less!
- I smoke 4 cigarettes a day.

It's the potatoes.
Potatoes every day.

- My stomach is rebelling.
- Can I see Augusto after dinner?

You ask me?
I am not the boss here.

Dad, Mom said to slap Rinaldo.

- He threw water out the window.
- Really?

- Why him? He's Giuseppe.
- It's valid for next time!

- What's he have to do with it?
- Hey, young girl!

- When are you and Augusto marrying?
- When we find a home.

Then you'll marry
when Easter falls in May.

You bitch!
Come here if you have the nerve!

Don't waste water.
Wash your face with it!

Come down. I'll give you a bath!

- Goodbye. See you tomorrow.
- Yes. Good evening.

- Hi.
- Did you come to pick me up?

- No, I must mail a letter.
- Will you give me a ride?

Get on. I'll accompany you.

- Who's the guy who said goodbye?
- He studies engineering.

- Studies? He looks like an idiot.
- You're not so intelligent!

- Hold still!
- Stop, or we'll fall.

Lucia lived in Capannelle,
at the horse race track stables

near the Ciampino airport.

Easy.

Hi, Dad. What's wrong with Manitore?

He received a blow on the fetlock.
I'm applying compresses.

- I'll bet Amleto was riding him.
- No, your brother.

- You taught him!
- Stop it!

Leave her alone. If we had legs
as long as my daughter's tongue,

we'd be in the President's Guard!
- Dinner is ready!

We're coming.

Take him inside,
or he'll catch cold.

- Hi, Mom.
- Why are you so late?

I stopped downstairs with Alberto.

- He's coming to lunch tomorrow.
- Did you ask him?

No, he did. He said,
"I'd like to meet your mother."

"You think she'll receive me?"
So I invited him. I shouldn't have?

No, I am glad. It was about time!

Don't think badly of Alberto.
Wait until you meet him.

He is serious, refined.

I am sure you will like him.

He has a magnificent job
at the Ministry.

He's in the Archive office.

- What is this package?
- Your sheets.

They brought them today.

- They're lovely, huh?
- Beautiful!

I was to pay the last installment
of 2,000 Lira, but I had no money.

Don't worry,
I received my salary today.

- Here. If you need the rest...
- No. I'll get my pension tomorrow.

I'll deposit the rest
at the Post Office for you.

Lello, stop it, or I'll kick you.

You take advantage
because I am up here.

Hey, are you in a trance?
What did Irene want?

- When?
- I saw you talking to her!

- She wanted to know about tomorrow.
- It took you a half hour?

- Are you jealous?
- Of who? Of her?

- I don't even notice her!
- Irene, come here!

- Sing some songs.
- We'll see.

Irene, come sing.

I don't know how to sing.

- Sing "Bocca desiderata".
- I don't know.

- "Anema e core".
- Sing folk chants, you know those.

- Alright.
- Sing "Verde Luna".

Stop looking at her
or I'll pluck your eyes out.

There are people here and
I'm a gentleman, otherwise...

- She sings well.
- I know.

Fausta, go see what they're doing.

Mommy's beauty!

- It takes patience.
- So true.

Mom, they are kissing!

Madam, can you hold her?

We're off to a great start!

I don't want you getting so friendly
with my daughter. Go away!

And you must remember
not to squeal!

The following day, Mr. De Blasi
crossed Via Donna Olimpia.

He had put on
his new grisaille suit

and bought 250 Lira of carnations.

Mr. Vittorio, Alberto is coming
and you're still there!

There. Done.

- It's ready.
- It's still a mess here.

- It's nice, huh?
- Yes.

- Help me put back the table.
- Yes.

I am ready.

- What did you do to yourself?
- I put on some powder.

- It doesn't look nice?
- You look like a ghost.

I'll remove it.
You put too much on.

- You're removing all of it!
- You can't show up like this.

- I'm going.
- Sorry to have bothered you.

- It was a pleasure for me.
- Thank you, Mr. Vittorio.

Goodbye.

- Going to the cemetery after lunch?
- Certainly!

Then I'll wait in front
of the florist, as usual.

Yes, but go now,
Mr. De Blasi is coming.

- What's wrong with it?
- Nothing.

Finish preparing the table
and I'll cook the pasta.

Excuse me, do you know
where the Gentili family lives?

- Apartment 8, I think.
- Thank you.

Alberto! Come.
I'll introduce you to Mom.

Mom, Mr. De Blasi.

- Pleased to meet you.
- My pleasure.

I hope you like these flowers.

- Thanks. You shouldn't have.
- It's nothing.

- You want to wash your hands?
- Yes, thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Come.

- A clean towel is behind the door.
- Yes.

Please.

Elena, where will we put
the flowers?

Remove these,
and we'll put Alberto's inside.

- Mom, do you like him?
- Yes, he seems pleasant.

And he's intelligent.

Augusto had gotten permission
to use the truck

to follow Marcello, Marisa's
older brother, in the bicycle race.

- Me first!
- No, me!

- Will you take me too?
- Go away!

We'll get right off!

Let's go!

- Augusto is here.
- Tell him I'll be right there.

Help me put the chain on.

- Augusto is here.
- Come on, let's go!

Don't have your sister perspire,
or she'll get a cough again.

- Don't worry.
- Be careful!

Yes!

Hi, Augusto. Will you take me too?

So instead of a bicycle race,
we'll see a boxing match!

- Look who is coming.
- Easy! Easy!

You're already leaving? Marcello
must do his massage. Where is he?

- I don't know.
- He's putting the chain on.

- I did it last night.
- Adolfo!

- I must give you a massage.
- We'll do it before the race.

- Aren't I eating?
- You'll eat tonight.

You'll stuff yourself
and celebrate the victory.

- If you don't win, I'll eat you.
- He'll never win, you'll never eat.

- You'll have to be a fakir.
- Don't interfere.

- Go away!
- Stop it.

- I'll fix you up, sooner or later!
- Get in.

Go away!

In Lucia's house, Sunday was
a working day just as Thursday.

Race days.

- Tighten it.
- Yes.

It's important.

- Will it take long?
- It'll be ready soon.

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Amleto.
- Hi, Lucia.

- Is it ready?
- Taste if the beans are cooked.

Alright.

Beans with pork rinds. Good!

- You're racing today?
- No. I wore this for a picture.

- When you don't eat, you're funny!
- You two always argue.

Don't you hear how he answers?

- It's in the papers that I'm racing.
- I don't read the papers.

- You only read photo-stories.
- Does that bother you?

- Do you feel ill?
- It's nothing.

- Have him sit down.
- Give him something!

- Not water, but wine.
- No. It's the smell of beans.

You haven't eaten in 3 days
to lose weight. Drink. And eat!

- Your dad will kill me.
- I'll watch out for him. Eat.

- Amleto!
- He'll be right there.

- What is he doing?
- Mom is fixing his cap.

- Tell him to hurry.
- I'll tell him now.

He said to hurry.

- Coming to see the races today?
- Maybe. I don't know.

- Well, goodbye.
- Bye, and good luck.

- Thank you. Goodbye, madam.
- Bye.

Won't bread and salami
be bad for him before the race?

No. He even digests rocks.

He's cute when he rides a horse.
But when he gets off, he's little.

Your dad was little too,
when we got engaged.

- He grew later on, huh?
- We loved each other anyway.

He forgot his cap.

- Amleto, your cap!
- Get it.

Here.

- Thank you.
- Bye. Good luck.

Be careful,
Manitore is nervous today.

Good luck!

If my husband were alive,
he wouldn't have made Elena work.

He'd rather have gone
to pick chicory.

He was a good, honest
and hard working man.

When Elena was a child, he put
money aside for her dowry.

Then he became ill, for two years.

The doctors, medicines, funeral...

Even dying today is a luxury.

- Can you talk of something else?
- I can be quiet.

No, I meant...

- He fell asleep.
- It means he ate well.

It's the digestion.

Mr. De Blasi had liked the lunch
very much.

For years he had eaten at a
restaurant, fixed price at 270 Lira.

And he had liked the house.

It was a royal palace compared
to his humid rented room.

But Elena and her mother
could never have imagined that.

- What now?
- A flat tire.

What'll we do?

Get the jack.

- The jack!
- Look how far they've gotten!

- We'll never catch up with them.
- Come on!

- What is it?
- The tire is flat.

- Sure, you flirt with Irene!
- What's that have to do with it?

It does!

- Did you win?
- No, I fell.

- You can't stand up. Bye, Dad.
- Bye.

- Good day.
- Good day. You must take me.

Let's go! The next time
you eat before racing,

I'll make you race outside the door!

Mrs. Rosa and Mr. Vittorio
had met at the cemetery

because the tombs of her husband
and his wife were close by.

A friendship was created,
that without their even knowing,

had almost become a melancholy love.

Elena and Mr. De Blasi
often went to the zoo.

It is educational
and inexpensive entertainment.

- Be a good boy. Get it!
- It's fun.

This is the Halichoerus Seal.

- Bravo!
- My respects, Cavaliere.

Good morning.

- Who are they?
- My office head. Let's go.

It is not important.
After all, Alberto is a young man.

- You didn't want to be seen with me?
- No. What are you thinking?

It's not forbidden for employees
to come to the zoo.

- It is not a place of perdition.
- You find it boring?

No. We come every Sunday.

You prefer going to the movies
or dancing.

No. I prefer being with you.

Go!

Stop!

- What is it?
- I can't make it.

- My legs are rigid.
- Go on, the climb is over.

I can't go one meter further uphill.

- What?
- I've no more strength.

- Coppi! Are you deflated?
- I'd like to see your brother!

If I had a brother like him,
I'd eat him! I've only sisters.

Waiter...

Good day. What will you have?

- Whatever you order.
- An espresso.

The lady? We have
semifreddo, cassata, cakes,

coffee snow cones
with whipped cream.

- Get sour cherry juice, you like it.
- The ice-cream is excellent.

- Then give me a sour cherry juice.
- Sour cherry juice and an espresso.

It's nice here, cool and peaceful.

And we don't risk
seeing your office head.

- What's he have to do with it?
- You were worried earlier.

Me? No! I didn't feel like
stopping to talk to him.

I seem him often enough!

Do you see his daughter too?

- Here.
- What's she have to do with it?

- Water, miss?
- Yes, thanks.

- It's not your mom's coffee.
- It's good because she likes it.

It's her only vice!
There are few mothers like mine.

She never has fun.
I'd like to take her to the movies,

but she prefers staying home
and working.

All the money I earn,
she puts in the post office.

- I have almost 90,000 Lira.
- You are rich!

I'll have to spend it all
for my dowry.

- How much do you pay for rent?
- With the increase, 1,200 Lira.

- That's little!
- They're popular development homes.

- There isn't even a bathroom.
- But it's cheap.

One.

One ticket.

One for me too.

- How many are you?
- Three.

Show me your ticket.

- Lucia is here.
- I saw her.

- Watch out for your steps.
- It's difficult.

You must be careful.

She dances well.

- Another dance?
- No, enough, I am tired.

- May I have this dance?
- I'm with someone.

- Your ticket?
- Show it to him.

- That is a man's ticket.
- Didn't you buy one?

- I didn't know...
- Go buy it.

- I didn't think it was needed.
- So you'll dance this one with me.

- I don't want to dance with you.
- Are you crazy?

Go away!

You want to ruin my place?

- Leave me alone!
- Here is your ticket.

- You embarrassed me.
- I hadn't thought of it.

I didn't think you were
so stingy either. For 150 Lira!

Music! Music!

- Can you return the ticket money?
- No.

- It's absolutely impossible?
- Go to the management.

Leave me alone!

I'll put a hole in his head
and suck him like an egg!

- Get out!
- What did I do?

Don't be back!

Leave my bicycle alone.
What'll I go home with?

Take mine. I can't ride a man's bike.

- You shouldn't have interfered.
- What gratitude!

What have you got to do with it?
Look at what they did to you!

Let's go home.

- We can leave it here.
- You had better get it back.

- It could break or get dirty.
- It wouldn't be a great damage.

- I've had it many years.
- It's better if you remove it.

As you wish.

Meanwhile, I'll make coffee for you.

- Don't bother.
- It will only take a minute.

Mrs. Rosa,
I wanted to ask you something.

Are you sure your son-in-law
won't come to live here?

Alberto? You must be kidding!

You don't know what he's like.

I saw him once on the stairs.
He's very gentlemanly.

And he has a good position.

He may not earn much now,
but has good prospects.

- And you will be alone.
- That is life.

- It's ugly to be alone.
- What's with you?

You want to upset me?

Will you stop with that grinder?

Does it bother you?

No, but...

- Do you have esteem for me?
- What question is that?

If I didn't, I wouldn't
have let you come in the house.

Thank you.
Then I can speak with you honestly.

At our age,
long speeches are ridiculous.

- What do you mean?
- I am alone, and so are you.

We are both alone.
We could get married.

Are you crazy? Are you kidding?

You know I am serious.

I didn't say anything before,
because your daughter was home,

and I knew you didn't want
a man in the house.

But now that you are free...

I have loved you for many years.

It's ugly to be alone,

not even have a dog
to say good night to.

It's Elena. Don't let her
know what you told me.

- Hi, Mom.
- Mr. De Blasi!

- Good evening, madam.
- You hadn't told me.

I just came up to say hello.

It's not true. He praised
your cooking all afternoon,

so I told him to come to dinner.

- I didn't make anything.
- Don't worry. Elena is kidding.

No, I'm not. Come.

- If eggs and salad are enough...
- Don't worry.

- I don't want to bother you.
- No, it's a pleasure.

- What were you doing?
- Nothing.

I had asked Mr. Vittorio
to unhook the curtain to wash it.

Mr. Vittorio, an acquaintance.

- Mr. De Blasi.
- Vittorio Spada. My pleasure.

Behave now.
I'll tell you about the film.

We'll go home, eat,
and then you'll go to bed.

- Your brother arrived first?
- Yes, at home!

- Why are you laughing?
- Your brother deflated.

- Stop, or I'll deflate you.
- Who?

- You!
- Stop it.

Idiot!

Come here and
I'll blow your eyes up like this!

- Hold still.
- Don't touch me, stupid!

"My low height had made me
sad and nervous."

"Besides that,
I fell in love with a lady

who was always hard
with my marriage proposals."

"I knew it all depended
on our difference of height."

"I had almost given up
to my sorrow,

when a friend told me about
your apparatus, and I bought it."

"A real miracle took place.
I grew 9 centimeters."

"Now I am hard on the lady
who makes passes at me."

Did you hear this?

"A strange boy. He seems in love
with you because you are beautiful."

"He always says it, but he barely
knows you. Love at first sight."

"Do you believe in it?"

I'm glad that Alberto
and Mr. Vittoria made friends.

- I was afraid.
- Of what?

Mr. Vittorio
is not a learned person.

Alberto doesn't bother
with these things.

Mr. Vittorio is nice and pleasant.

I want to tell you
something about Mr. Vittorio.

You know what he proposed,
before you and Alberto came?

- What?
- He asked me to marry him.

- What did you answer?
- I asked if he was crazy.

Why? Wouldn't you like
to marry him?

Me? At my age?

You won't be alone
when Alberto and I get married.

Mr. Vittorio
would keep you company.

I had thought of that, too.

But I thought it would bother you.

I would be very happy.

Oh, Mom!

- You talk to her about it.
- Me?

As a future son-in-law
you have a certain authority.

So you are intent
on marrying Mrs. Rosa.

Thank you. At my age
one needs a home.

You would live in her home?

I don't want to marry her
because of her home.

I was young once too.

People think that
love is something for which

only youth has an exclusive.
But that is not true.

- Here is the bus.
- I'm taking it too.

Marisa!

Marisa!

Let's go.

Marisa!

Let's go, or he'll wake up
the neighborhood. Here I am!

Why are you yelling?

Did you already eat
100 Lira of watermelon?

100 Lira is not much.

I get less than anyone.
Irene's brother gets 200 Lira.

He has to hustle a lot to find her!
Come on.

If we don't marry soon, we'll spend
everything in watermelon slices!

On Mondays the girls
were more content to go to work.

They had lots of things
to tell one another.

If it was early, they met at
the dairy shop in Via della Croce,

where I had breakfast, too.

Marisa joined the girls
at the dairy shop.

Cesare, the dairy man,
had a soft spot for them.

For them, he turned on
the espresso coffee machine.

If they didn't come some morning,

he was more grouchy than usual.

I can never get up
when my mother calls me.

Girls, it's 8:02. Hurry, it's late.

- Always the same story!
- She's like a machine.

- Give me the pins case.
- You always take mine.

Be quiet, and work.

On that Monday,
something unusual happened.

It was only 8:15,
and Miss Anna, the manager,

had already arrived at the lab.

- Do you need me?
- No, thanks.

This must be ready for this evening.

Yes, miss.

Is this hem coming along?

Marisa, come here a minute.

Let's see... Yes...

Turn around.

Yes... Come with me a minute.

- Where is she taking her?
- To Madame.

- Be quiet, or I'll fine you.
- Yes, alright.

One of these days,
I'll hit her head with this iron!

- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning, Professor.

Why isn't your friend here?
Isn't she well?

No. This morning the manager came
while we were working.

She took her away,
and we haven't heard from her since.

- Girls!
- Marisa!

- Where did you go?
- To the hairdresser.

- Tell us all about it.
- You are beautiful!

Good morning, Professor.
Does my hair look good like this?

- Very lovely.
- Smell it. Nice, huh?

- Sit down, Professor.
- You want to eat?

- No, I don't feel like it today.
- Speak up!

I'll tell you. The manager
took me to Madame.

Madame is the owner.

She looked at me,
made me walk, and said,

"What is your name?"
"Where do you live?"

"Would you like to be a model?"

- What did you answer?
- Nothing. She didn't let me speak.

Then she asked what schooling
I had done, and I said 5th grade.

I only went up to 3rd grade,
but I wanted to seem learned.

- Right.
- But she said, "Too bad!"

Did she think
you'd gone to university?

She said the body is not enough.

I must study, read and speak better.

Then she told the manger,
"Take her to Attilio to have a bath."

I wanted to tell her
that I'm cleaner than she is.

Does she think
we don't wash at Garbatella?

Attilio's... You should see.

They put me in a tub
with something that moved,

that scattered foam everywhere.
I looked like Cleopatra.

- Remember her with the snake?
- I have to go.

- I wish you much success.
- Thanks. I'm not sure I'll accept.

- Why not?
- I can't tell Augusto.

Who knows what he thinks
being a model means!

- Don't be silly.
- Augusto will hit me, like this.

- We're not in the Middle Ages.
- You don't know Augusto.

- We'll accompany you.
- Here he is!

- Her hair is nice like this, huh?
- Get inside.

Madame chose her.
She couldn't say no.

She asked her to be a model.
I wish she'd asked me!

Get inside.

I fear Marisa
will have a black eye tomorrow.

From a guy like that,
I'd accept two black eyes.

- Alberto hasn't come yet.
- He must've been busy at the office.

- He should have called.
- He'll call tomorrow. Bye.

- You've the courage to show up?
- You could forgive me.

- We'll see.
- Miss Lucia...

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- You don't remember me?
- I think I know you.

- I'm the man on the train.
- Yes. How are you?

- Fine, thanks.
- This is Mr...

- My pleasure, Lucidi.
- Trota, pleased to meet you.

- I'll go, or I'll miss the train.
- We'll accompany you.

Let's go.

Miss, are you alone?

You want us to accompany you?

"The Apennines are a mountain
chain in the Italian peninsula."

Come here.

I must talk to you.

- I can't.
- Please, be quiet.

My son-in-law must talk to me.
May I go out a minute?

Be quick.

"It is divided into three parts."

- What is it?
- I must talk to you.

- Did you argue with Marisa?
- They already told you?

No. They never tell me anything.
I saw if from your expression.

- Know what she wants to be?
- No.

A model.
You know that sort of job it is?

Well...

She had red nail polish on tonight,
with her hair pulled up.

- She looked like one of those.
- You didn't tell her anything?

- I made her get in the truck.
- Did you hit her?

No. I slapped her twice.

- How did she react?
- She started screaming.

- She hit my face with her purse.
- Go talk outside!

She's like her mother.
I'll tell you a story.

When we were young, and engaged,

she was lovely, with a lovely
figure, like a statue.

A painter proposed to her
to be his model.

When she said it, I was silent
and didn't want to make a scene.

But when we got home, I beat her
and she stayed in bed seven days.

I had to have medication
at the hospital, too.

- Did she go to that painter?
- No, she never mentioned it again.

After six months we got married,
and that was the end of it.

Augusto, I'll give you some advice.

Pick her up at work tomorrow,

and don't mention it anymore.

- Get the marriage papers ready.
- I wish!

I'd marry her tomorrow,
but we don't fit in my home.

We can reach an agreement.

Get married, and live with me.
If we're 11, we can make it in 12.

Thank you, but I don't get along
with your wife.

You shouldn't have said anything.

Augusto has a small brain,
like your father.

They always speak of revolution,
and are worse than Turks at home.

- Look who's here! What do you want?
- Bread.

Four kilos of bread a day
aren't enough.

Go away.

- I am at the museum.
- Where?

The museum.
When I was engaged to your father,

a painter asked me to be
a model for him for 10 Lira an hour.

It was a lot of money at that time.
I told your father.

I shouldn't have. We argued...

Forget it.
Then we never discussed it again.

- Did you go to the painter?
- Of course!

With that money I bought
the sewing machine.

- How was he?
- The painter?

A very good, old man.

Did he paint you naked?

- I don't remember.
- I don't believe you.

It was Summer...

I knew your dad would never
go to a museum!

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

- Good evening, Elena.
- Good evening.

- Why so early?
- Alberto didn't come.

- Why not?
- I called him, but he'd left.

He must have run into a problem.

We were going out.
We thought we'd see you at the door.

We wanted to ask him to come to
your aunt's Sunday at Montecompatri.

I'll ask him tomorrow.

I'm going. I'm on duty again at 8.

- Good evening, Elena.
- Good evening.

- Good evening, Mrs. Rosa.
- Good evening.

- You don't use your first names?
- We aren't able to.

- With time...
- Sure.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Bye, Elena.
I used her first name. See?

- Be careful, I'll take him away.
- What a deal!

Luckily, I met Mr. Vittorio,
who put me in a good mood.

Hi, Lucia!

See if it works now. Pull.

What are you doing?

We're fixing a horse's halter.
It's none of your business.

Marisa had followed
her mother's advice,

in the hope of buying something
more than a sewing machine.

Let me see you in front
of the mirror.

- Here's the scarf.
- Alright.

- Now let's drape this fabric.
- Right away, madam.

There. That's fine.

- Have her turn right.
- Here is the tiara.

On the right.
We'll put this on this dress.

We'll try this other one
on another dress.

- I'll take care of it, madam.
- Like this.

- Is the tiara fastened?
- Here, madam.

This looks very nice.

It's fine with its straight line.

- Don't move, dear.
- Now we'll try with crinoline.

Still here? What about the dress?

- I'll go right away.
- Marisa, turn around, please.

Now put an underskirt
and crinoline.

Turn around. You see?
Very well.

Hello? Yes?

De Blasi, you're wanted on the phone.

Hello? Yes, it's me.

I told you many times
not to call at the office.

Yes. I couldn't.

Alright. See you this evening. Bye.

- Excuse me.
- Don't justify yourself.

It is only your business.

- Elena, what is it?
- Nothing.

- Your eyes are red. You cried?
- No. Why?

- What is it? Are you angry?
- No.

- Your face...
- It's mine and I can't change it.

Are you hands freezing?

Ignorant. We must always wear
gloves, Summer and Winter.

- They complete our outfit.
- I'm ignorant, but you're stupid.

Tell me the truth, you were crying.

- No, I assure you.
- Did you argue with Alberto?

- No, I didn't.
- He hasn't picked you up in 3 days.

He had extra work to do.
Here he is.

You read so many photo-stories
that you make up your own. Bye.

What happened to you?
You haven't come for three days.

Why were you so rude on the phone?

Don't call me. I don't want
my colleagues to know my business.

- The office head was there, too.
- I'm sorry.

I was worried about you.

- About what?
- You haven't come since Sunday.

And you wouldn't have come today
if I hadn't called you.

- It's true. I must talk to you.
- About what?

Let's go somewhere,
I don't like arguing in the street.

- What is it, Miss Lucia?
- Is something wrong?

Nothing. Must you two
always be so tall?

- You're like two cypresses.
- We'll have to cut our legs!

Are you crazy?
You're buying books now?

You always say I'm ignorant.
I want to be learned.

- You get some too.
- I don't waste money.

- How much do they cost?
- "The Monster and Virgin", 300 Lira.

"The Accomplice Without a Face",
350. "The Borgias", 250.

- Are they gold?
- These are the prices.

- I'll only take "The Borgias".
- 250 Lira.

Let's make it 200. It's ruined.

They cost me 200 Lira.
Can I earn at least 50?

It's costs like the movies,
but the fun lasts a week.

Alright. Give me 250 Lira.

I'll return it Saturday.

In the evening,
instead of playing ping-pong,

you could go to evening courses.
You're ignorant.

When will you decide to cut
your hair? You look like Tarzan.

And your nails?

Hey! Are you crazy?

- You can't stop like that.
- Didn't you see the stop sign?

- You can't do what you want.
- Nothing happened to the car.

- You were lucky.
- Go away, it's better.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- Yes, here.

Where?

Does it still hurt?

I thought a lot about what
I'd tell you, but it's necessary.

After what I found out Sunday,
our relationship cannot go on.

- What did you find out?
- That your mother has a lover.

- Are you crazy?
- No. He told me himself.

- Who?
- That railway worker.

Mr. Vittorio? What did he tell you?

He wants me to marry you soon
to move in with your mother.

- What are you saying?
- I know!

And you had me come
to your home anyway.

Let me explain. I just found out
the day before yesterday.

Mom told me that Mr. Vittorio
wanted to marry her.

But nothing bad happened
between them.

So they are engaged.

Yes, engaged,
but not like the two of us.

As a daughter, you have a duty
to defend your mother,

but I have duties too,
towards myself and my family.

As much as it makes me unhappy,

I must end our relationship.

I cannot introduce a woman
like your mother, to mine.

How dare you speak like that
about her?

My mother is good, honest.
I wish yours were like mine!

Go away! Go away!

You are a coward.

Elena is strange. She doesn't eat,
and keeps her light on at night.

We haven't seen Alberto.
Maybe they argued.

All couples argue.
Obviously, the young ones!

- I hope it's nothing serious.
- Certainly not.

One of these days,
I'll go talk to Alberto.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

- Good evening, Elena.
- Good evening, Mr. Vittorio.

- Why are you so late?
- I was outside with Alberto.

When he starts talking,
he never stops.

Would you like to sit down
and eat with us?

You don't have to repeat it.
Thanks a million.

Elena! Did you tell him
about the trip on Sunday?

I will, but I don't think he can.
He has extra work to do.

- Even on Sunday?
- Yes, even on Sunday.

When it rained at noon, the girls
had lunch at Mr. Cesare's dairy shop.

I went there too.

To avoid getting too wet,
and because I enjoyed seeing them.

But that day they weren't
as cheerful as always.

I don't want her to know.

One day I'll make something up.

I'll tell her
I didn't like him anymore.

That I was tired of him.

I'll tell her I left him.

If I told her now,
she'd realize it isn't true.

You didn't tell anyone?

How did you keep this burden
inside? I'd have burst.

Don't get upset. She doesn't
deserve it, he's a scoundrel.

No man deserves our suffering.

One should forget about men.

- We don't need them.
- And they behave badly.

But...

Come on, Elena...

Don't cry.

- Good-day, Mr. De Blasi.
- Good-day.

Sorry if I am disturbing,
but I need to talk to you.

- To you?
- Yes. I'd like to say a few words.

Not here. Let's find
shelter from the rain.

- What must you tell me?
- You can imagine.

You stopped coming.
Did you two argue?

- Didn't you ask your daughter?
- She said nothing happened.

- I don't believe it.
- She should've told you the truth.

She'd have spared you
this unpleasant meeting.

I'll tell you the truth
and be sincere, as always.

The reason we broke up
is a moral one,

and it always deals with you.
- Why me?

- I don't understand.
- That is what's most serious.

Our concepts on morality
are different.

I don't understand,
but as for morality,

nobody can teach us anything.
- Depends on points of view.

It is much more immoral

that a man takes advantage
of an honest and serious girl.

- What do you mean?
- Elena told me everything.

She asked forgiveness
for what she did.

But I thought you were
an honest man.

I thought, "They love each other
and will marry."

It's not about me
or about your daughter.

It's about you.
I broke up with your daughter

when I learned about
your relationship with that man.

You think I'd live in a home
with my mother-in-law's lover?

You thought that
Mr. Vittorio and I...

And you told my daughter?

- What did she answer?
- It's useless to continue.

No, I want to know
what she answered.

- What can a daughter answer?
- Elena said it wasn't true.

And you know that, too.
How could you think...

- Look at me!
- Madam, please.

Don't make a scene in the street.
People are looking.

You worry about people
but not about my daughter,

not about offending me.
What kind of a man are you?

- I'd rather not answer.
- Listen...

Mr. De Blasi.

Don't go. Listen to me.

Forgive me if I said something
that offended you.

But I am a desperate mother.

What you thought is not true.
Mr. Vittorio is just a friend.

We are fond of each other.

But nothing ever happened
between us, not one bad thought.

They other day he asked me
to marry him,

but I did not bother with him.
- Yes...

I didn't think you'd have
accepted living with us.

And so... If that's the case,
so much the better.

You will have everything
and will enjoy it.

You'll save on a cleaning woman.

If you prefer,
I'll go and leave you the house.

My sister lives in the country.

- I must go.
- Please, go back to Elena.

Go get her and make her happy.
She is suffering terribly.

- Alright, I'll go.
- Don't tell her we spoke.

But go, please!

Come see, if you don't believe it.
He is waiting for you.

- Did you see?
- Yes.

Fix yourself up. He'll get scared
if he sees you like this.

Let down your hair
and put on my pin. Let's go.

- Put on powder and lipstick.
- Thanks.

Don't be stupid
and don't start crying.

Don't give him any importance.

You, of all people, say that?

If Augusto is late,
you get convulsions.

Tell Augusto not to wait for me
tonight. I'm working overtime.

- We'll meet at the usual time.
- Alright.

Remember, not to act stupid.

Hi, Elena. Why that face?

I'm sorry to see you with a sad face.

You're not talking? You're
not happy I came to pick you up?

Good evening, Augusto.
Marisa can't come down right now.

She has an urgent job to finish.

- I'll wait for her here.
- She'll be very late.

She said to wait for her
after dinner, at the usual time.

- Alright. Good evening.
- Bye.

- Good evening.
- Good evening. How are you?

- Good evening. How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

I was free tonight
and thought I'd pick you up.

You had a great idea!
I'll have you meet my friends.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleased to meet you.

- I must go.
- We'll accompany you.

This collection will be a success.

- Is Marisa coming, too?
- Yes, I'll call her.

Marisa! Come forward.

- What do you think?
- She looks very nice.

She must present this model.
Take note.

- It is very chic.
- With your figure...

Pull up the scarf, please.

Yes, like that.

Let me take a look at you.
Turn around.

Alright. With your figure, you've
a sure success ahead, my girl.

Now let's see Giovanna.

- Are you coming home, tonight?
- I can't.

- I've an appointment downtown.
- With a lovely girl?

You are silly!

- Elena...
- No. You've an appointment tonight.

- See you tomorrow. Bye.
- I must tell you something.

You'll tell me tomorrow.

- Good evening, Mr. Vittorio.
- Good evening.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- Looks like someone died.
- No, we're all alive.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

What good meal are you
making tonight?

I'm making soup. I am a bit late.

- We're going to Auntie's on Sunday?
- As you wish. Is Alberto coming?

Sure. You, Alberto,
Mr. Vittorio and me.

- Mr. Vittorio isn't coming.
- Why not?

I sent him away.
I told him not to come anymore.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

I was tired of seeing him
around the house being silly.

- I'm fine by myself.
- No, something happened.

Don't be silly, nothing happened.

You are young and don't understand.

Life still must begin for you.

I don't want a husband at my age.

Sunday I'll talk to Auntie.

When you get married,
if she wants, I'll live with her.

- In Montecompatri?
- Yes. What's so strange?

You always said you wouldn't
go there, even dead.

Nonsense! I am tired.

I'm been working 30 years.
But children...

You want me to stay and be a maid
to you and your husband?

- Mom, what're you saying?
- I know what I'm saying.

Alberto and I will not live here.

Why not? You should.

It's a nice, clean, inexpensive home.

You could put money aside
for when you have children.

You can make do here
for the time being.

I never thought of it.
I don't know if Alberto would come.

Try asking him. He'll surely accept.

Now I will make a circle
around this, a circumference.

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

- Did you argue with Marisa?
- No, I didn't.

Well?

I just realized Marisa
is not the girl for me.

She needs a rich man.

- Are you crazy?
- Be quiet at the first desk!

You want to be dunces?
You're here to learn.

You are just a kid!

You still must come to me
to learn certain things?

Lucky you! You're going
to Salsomaggiore!

There's a water that
is very good for us women.

- It would be good for me too.
- What will I tell Augusto?

You'll find an excuse.

- How many days will you be away?
- Three or four.

We'll say you went to Carsoli
to Aunt Carla, who is sick.

- He wouldn't believe it.
- Can't you have an aunt in Carsoli?

- I never told him about her.
- A couple doesn't talk about aunts.

- Excuse me.
- What do you want?

- I must talk to Marisa.
- I am she.

Augusto said that tonight
he can't come to the usual place.

- Why not?
- He's seeing his hospitalized aunt.

What a coincidence!
I wonder where he's going!

- What is the usual place?
- Downstairs, on the corner.

On the corner?
You must not stand on corners!

Come on. Make up any excuse.

Tell him you're going to Maria's.

It's not easy.

- How much is it?
- 100.

Here.

Don't worry about Augusto,
I'll talk to him.

I'll convince him
that you left for Arsoli.

Alright, but it's Carsoli.

- At Aunt Carla's.
- In Carsoli at Aunt Carla's.

Have fun!

- Bye, Carmela.
- Bye.

- Alberto, we'll write to you.
- See you soon.

- What happened?
- Elena poisoned herself.

- Will you take us to the hospital?
- Where is Marisa?

- She left.
- She did not!

She went to advise Elena's mother.

- Let's go to the hospital.
- Come on.

- No, Lucia.
- I want to see her!

Elena must relax.

- Don't get upset.
- I want to see her.

- Augusto... Poor Elena!
- What happened?

We were getting dressed.
The warehouse was closed,

so we told Angelo,
the warehouse keeper.

He broke down the door
and we found Elena on the floor.

- She seemed half dead.
- No. She was sitting down.

She seemed to be looking at us,
but she couldn't see anyone.

- What did she swallow?
- Maybe that sleeping stuff.

Yes, there was a tube
of Veronal in her purse.

Elena! Elena!

Where is she?
Where did they take her?

Marisa had told me to be careful

because she could have done
something foolish.

When she returns,
she'll take it out on me.

- Then it's true.
- What?

- That Marisa left.
- Yes, she left.

- Tell me where she went!
- Help! You coward!

- She went to Salsomaggiore.
- Salsomaggiore?

Yes. What's wrong with that?

She should end up like me?
Being a maid to someone like you?

No, dear.
She will become a real lady.

No, she'll become a slut!

Now she'll do what I say!

- They're arguing in Marisa's house.
- Yes, there's commotion.

- Marisa ran away from home.
- Where did she go?

With her girlfriend's boyfriend.
It's why she took poison.

- Who took poison?
- Marisa.

- The boy got her pregnant.
- And the father's beating his wife.

- What happened?
- Ascenzio is killing his wife.

His daughter, Marisa,
ran away from home.

- And Augusto?
- He went to look for the lovers.

It's not true. Rocco told me
that Augusto was so upset,

that he went to enlist
in the Foreign Legion.

- It's nice to see you. How are you?
- You are so beautiful.

You too. I came to see you
right away. Happy?

- Put them in a cool place.
- Yes.

- Good-day, madam.
- Good-day.

- Tell me about yourself.
- You shouldn't have done this.

Let's not talk about it anymore.
Did you have fun at Salsomaggiore?

No. All I did was get dressed
and undressed the whole day.

At night I couldn't wait
to go to bed.

- Augusto?
- I haven't seen him at all.

He never came to my home again
or at school with Dad.

With all that the people said
about me...

- How are you?
- Better, thanks.

- You'll return home in few days.
- Thank you.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

Someone here won't be happy.

- Goodbye.
- Best wishes.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Hi, Elena.
- Hi.

- I brought you oranges.
- Thank you.

- When are you returning home?
- In a few days.

- Have you recovered?
- Almost.

- I'm going now.
- You're not sitting down a bit?

- No, I am busy.
- Stay. Leave with Marisa later.

No, I'm going. Bye.

He didn't even say hello.
So much the better!

- At least I know it's all over.
- Don't say that.

- He'll come back.
- But he won't find me.

When a person has lived,
read and toured the world,

he realizes love is nonsense,
and life is an illusion.

Marisa, this dress
looks very good on you.

Everyone looked at you in the room.

You were a big success.

You were the loveliest.
Augusto should see you!

Marisa, will you come dancing
with us tonight?

- Are you crazy?
- No, come.

- Go.
- I have very pleasant friends.

- Go.
- How can I?

If it's for the dress, forget it.
We'll tell Miss Anna.

Miss Anna,
can you lend Marisa the dress?

- We must go dancing.
- Sure. Return it tomorrow morning.

- Sure.
- You are always fortunate.

I'd love to go! Come on.

- Shall we go?
- Watch out. Don't step on it.

- That's it.
- Shall I come too?

Now fold it.

Let's see if this one got ruined.

No, it's fine.

Miss, where are you from?

- Rome.
- I've never seen you around here.

- I live a bit outside of Rome.
- You've a villa on the Appia?

Yes, in that area.

How elegant!

The man dancing with Marisa
was surely a noble.

- How do you know?
- You can tell right away.

Careful you don't mess up
these clothes.

- Hurry. They're waiting for you.
- Put the trunk here.

Come with those boxes.

- Is everything in order?
- Yes, it is.

Lucia, where are you going?

- Follow that car.
- Which one?

That one. Don't lose sight of it.

- What will we do now?
- Don't worry, they won't eat her.

We don't know that.
Don't you read the papers?

Every day there are crimes,
robberies, blackmail...

- There is white slavery.
- What's that have to do with it?

Didn't you see the film
"Behind Closed Shutters"?

- No.
- Too bad! It is very instructive.

A serious, honest girl,
engaged to an engineer, had a sister.

Her father said,
"Your sister is dead!"

But she wasn't.
She'd just been kidnapped.

And she'd ended up
in one of those homes.

- Isn't that your girlfriend?
- Yes, she is.

My God, he is kidnapping her.
Let's follow them.

- It's not easy.
- Hurry!

Hurry up! Otherwise, we'll lose them.

I think I've seen your
girlfriend somewhere before.

No, she's a serious girl,
she never goes anywhere.

She surely doesn't live
under a glass bell!

Almost. She's always home
or at the lab.

- Where does she work?
- A Piazza di Spagna.

That's where! She sits on
the Spanish Steps with a girlfriend.

- That's me.
- No, one with chestnut hair.

It's Elena,
but I'm always with them.

- I've never seen you.
- I'm the one

who always argues
with the gas station attendant.

Maybe... But I always look
at the other girl.

- You said her name is Elena?
- Yes.

What happened to her?
I haven't seen her for days.

- She committed suicide.
- What? She's dead?

No, she's better now.
Hurry, or we'll lose Marisa.

Yes... Tell me how it went.

- Did that man come back?
- No. He's a scoundrel.

- She almost killed herself for him.
- Not for him.

- For what, then?
- Pride, out of spite.

She doesn't care about him anymore.

It's what you say! Hurry,
instead of talking about Elena.

Don't worry. This car is fast.

Is he taking her to the country?

Poor Marisa!
I hope she's still alive.

- Are you armed?
- No.

What'll we do? He'll kill us.

We're not in the Far West!

You are irresponsible!
Who did I end up with?

Oh, God! They disappeared!

Stop. Nobody is here anymore.

Where did they go?

There it is!
That's the car. Let's get out.

What will we do?
You don't have a gun.

- Get an iron rod, at least.
- Alright.

- Nobody is here.
- The radio in on, they're close.

- He took her on the lawn.
- On the lawn?

- Yes, to strangle her.
- No...

Let's go see.
You had better go ahead.

What is this? Who put it here?

Forget it, it's not mine.

What a hangover!

They're laughing? I'll throw a shoe
at their head if they don't stop!

Are you drunk?
You can't stand straight.

I love Augusto.

Alright, we've reached home.

- Come.
- I love Augusto.

- He doesn't understand that.
- I'll accompany you upstairs.

No. I know the way home.
Let me go.

If Irene comes out,
I'll rip her eyes out.

I'll rip her eyes out!

- What did you do to her?
- To who?

We followed you.
What did you do to Marisa?

- Marisa? I accompanied her home.
- Home?

Poor thing, she felt ill.
She's not used to drinking.

- You are Augusto, her boyfriend.
- Me?

Don't worry. All she did
was cry and talk about you.

She must love you very much.

Miss, don't come around again.

Marisa wants to rip your eyes out.

- Mine?
- Yours.

Young man, you have
a very pretty girlfriend.

You shouldn't neglect her,
instead of following people.

We made a bad impression.
Maybe he was a count.

- What have I got to do with it?
- Looked like you wanted to kill him.

Thank God
that you're not my sister.

- Why?
- I'd have slapped you.

- Do you want to leave me here?
- You deserve it.

But this is a public service.
Get in.

- Where are we going?
- Via Luca Catalano.

- Where is it?
- At Capannelle.

I should have imagined
you lived downtown!

Our girlfriends' Sundays
are very different now.

After having wandered
without an aim or destination,

they ended up exhausted
on a bench in Villa Borghese.

They didn't talk about Augusto,
Alberto or Amleto anymore,

but agreed that the boys
who made passes at them

were ugly, unpleasant, and boring.

- Are you alone?
- Let's go.

- Yes, let's go.
- What a bore!

We can keep you company.

Want to take a ride in the car?

- I don't think you have a car.
- Don't encourage him.

- Miss Lucia!
- It's the driver. What will I say?

- Who is he?
- I must give him 2,000 Lira.

Go, or you'll make
a bad impression. Let's go.

- Good morning.
- Sorry about the 2,000 Lira.

I looked for you in Piazza
di Spagna, but didn't find you.

- Don't worry about the 2,000 Lira.
- She is Marisa.

- Marcello Santoni.
- And she is Elena.

- Lucia told us what you two did!
- Taxi!

- Taken.
- The flag was raised.

I'll lower it.

- It's not easy to find a taxi.
- There.

- Get in.
- Let's go.

Get in.

- Where are we going?
- Wherever you want.

Alright. I know.

He doesn't waste time!

What is it? You're thinking about
Augusto? You never saw him?

I did when I left the house.
He was in front of the cafe

and pretended not to see me.
He turned pale.

He was dressed in blue. He must
have gone dancing with Irene.

I'm not much suited
to this type of dancing.

You dance very well.

- What about your giants?
- I sent them away.

Tall men are very stupid.

- Amleto?
- He's dating a girl twice his size.

If he's happy...

He'll soon realize
that tall women are all stupid.

Men don't care
if women are stupid or intelligent.

Men are dirty materialists.

The walk did Elena good.
She's having fun.

The driver put it in fourth gear.

If he keeps it up,
he'll ask to marry her in a month.

In a month? In a week!

- You are crazy.
- No. We could really get married.

- Good evening, Miss Marisa.
- Good evening.

Let's go home.

Roses...

it's useless that you act so snobby.

Here. Go up.

Your boyfriend won't marry you.

- Stop it.
- Why?

Stop it, or I'll bust your face!

- Whose?
- Yours!

Stupid!

She can't do anything to me!

Are you kidding me?

I'll rip your eyes out, idiot!

Stupid!

The taxi is mine. It's old,
but I'm buying a new one soon.

It costs a lot of money,
over a million.

3 years of installments to pay for it.
I'm not offering you much.

But I am serious and pleasant.
Everyone says that!

My family won't bother you.
We're 8 brothers. 5 are married.

Mom has enough daughters-in-law
to open up with.

This is it.

When will I see you again?

- Elena!
- Yes?

My mother wouldn't mind
another daughter-in-law.

- Good evening.
- Why did you stop coming?

I was transferred
to a traveling job.

I accompanied a friend here
and he invited me for a drink.

- Come say hello to Mom.
- No. She's surely out at this hour.

Out? Did you forget
that Mom never goes out?

It's not a good idea.
Tonight I must go to Calabria.

Either come peacefully,
or I'll force you.

- Let's go.
- You'll force me?

- Mom will be happy.
- I hope so.

- Mom, someone is here for you.
- Elena insisted...

So much fuss!

- Good evening, Mrs. Rosa.
- Good evening, Mr. Vittorio.

- What are you doing?
- Leaving.

- Where?
- I'm leaving. I was fired.

- Why?
- I gained weight.

You'll lose weight if you
don't eat spaghetti a few days.

- Yes, but I don't care.
- You don't want to become a jockey?

Let's go talk to Dad,
he'll fix everything up.

I don't want to be a jockey anymore.
I want to gain weight.

- Why?
- I want to marry you.

That's why you ate so much spaghetti!

I realized that tall men are stupid.

I prefer short ones like you.
Nobody'll take them away.

Who was the blond
you were walking with?

- A Polish girl.
- A Polish girl?

A refugee.
I gave her 100 Lira an evening

to walk with me
and make you jealous.

A Polish girl!

Now even short guys become idiots.

First you act like kids,
and then you need compresses!

Here.

- Excuse me. Where is Marisa?
- She and Irene hit each other.

- Where is she?
- On the bed.

Did you come to defend
your lovely lady?

Don't get close,
or I'll bust your head!

I'll talk to you later.

- What do you want?
- We'll prepare the papers tomorrow.

- When they're ready, we'll marry.
- Augusto!

- Did you think about a home?
- We'll stay here for the time being.

- In my home?
- You found who's on your level!

Don't make that face,
we'll become grandparents!

Did I hurt you?

Goodbye, Marisa, Elena and Lucia.

You won't come on the steps
anymore on sunny days.

Your laughing voices
won't brighten my work.

That is why I wanted to tell
your story,

the story of your youth.

Goodbye, Piazza di Spagna girls.