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A DOG'S LIFE

Are we taking the tram, Franca? - No, I'll wait for Carlo. He's picking me up.

When do you get married? - At the month's end.

Maybe. - Aren't you sure?

You're going to go live with him, right? - Yes.

Where? - At Bovisa.

You'll be happy to change your life.

What change?

Life will be the same.

Who's that over there?

Don't know her? My boss's wife.

A dancer from a Viennese revue. She came to perform on tour in Italy.

She was on the white or red or green colt... I don't remember.

My boss saw her half naked on the stage and married her.

She was lucky. - All beautiful women are lucky.

If I were as beautiful as you, I wouldn't be working here every day.

No.

Look, Carlo's here. - Bye then.

But I can walk with you for a bit. - No, we must discuss important matters.

What's wrong? You seem odd today. - Oh, it's nothing. See ya later. - Bye.

Hi.

It'll be just like your home here. - Yeah. With the roaches too, I bet.

I don't get you. What's with you? - Nothing, nothing...

I'll work and sleep here.

This is the invention I told you about.

Not finished yet but it's getting there.

Applying this part to a typical mechanical loom,

you can save at least up to 20%.

It seems silly but it's important.

You can earn a lot of money in this business.

Don't turn it on.

Franca, I don't get you. I asked you many times to come up and you never wanted to.

And now, two weeks from the wedding you decide to. Why?

Why should you care?

I think it'd be best to marry on Saturday.

And leave for Genoa right after.

That way we can stay 'til Sunday.

You like that? - Yes.

If the day's nice, we'll have fun. You'll see.

Gimme a light.

You're crying? Why?

Because we'll never be married.

What are you saying? Who'll stop us?

Me.

Tell me what's wrong with you. - Nothing.

I love you, Carlo.

But I don't want to marry you.

What kind of nonsense is this?

I'm tired, Carlo, of living like this.

I'm tired of living in the cold, in poverty!

Of getting up every day at dawn and dressing in rags!

You love me you say and I love you too, but what's the use of it?

If we marry, it'll be the same life.

But I want to change my life!

I can't take this anymore.

I want a real house, dresses, jewels.

I'm done with this misery! - I get what you mean, Franca.

But I also want something more than this. Much more.

And when my invention is... - Your invention!

My poor Carlo. You've been talking about it for so long...

Who knows if you'll ever finish it.

And I'm tired of waiting.

Forgive me, Carlo.

But what I want, you cannot give me.

And how do you plan to get it?

By finding someone who'll pay me.

You know what they call women like that?

Yeah, I know but I don't care.

And now it's better that we end this and say goodbye.

Forgive me, Carlo. I didn't want you to suffer.

Forget it. One thing I'd like to know before you go.

Why did you come here today if you knew you didn't want to marry me?

Because I love you.

And I wanted you to be... the first.

Goodbye, Carlo.

I'm leaving for Milan and we'll never see each other again.

May I help you? - I'm looking for a single room.

There are no singles. No one sleeps alone here.

But, wait, there is a girl. Could you get used to sleeping with her?

I suppose... - Come and get settled.

What do you do? Sing? Dance? - No.

No? An attraction then? - What?

Yes, a contortionist, acrobat... - Oh, no.

So what do you do? What's your specialty?

I don't know, I... - I see. Never mind.

Could you share the room with her? - Of course! That way we could go halves.

Thank you. - Go on then.

My name is Vera, and you? - Franca.

I sleep next to the window, but if you prefer...

It doesn't matter to me.

The last two are empty.

And those are for you. - Thanks.

Are you out of work? - Yes.

This year I did well.

I've been at the Alhambra since January.

Where do you come from? - Milan.

Who were you with? - With nobody, I had a job.

At a resort? - No, a factory.

Were you fired? - No. I wanted to go on the stage.

Why?

Because I was tired of living like an animal.

Living in the middle of dirt, cold and poverty.

And you think this'll be any different? - No.

But I don't intend to stay in vaudeville.

Then what good is it to you? - For finding a rich husband.

It's the only way out for a girl like me.

Sometimes I thought about it too. To get out of here...

Only all the ones with money are always old and ugly.

You can't have everything. - I know but I can't do it.

And besides, I'm engaged.

Is that him?

Is he rich? - I don't know.

Why do you want to marry him?

Because I love him. And because I want a family, a home.

I've never had one. Maybe that's why I want it so bad.

I was born in a circus. My mother worked as a rider,

which was the fashion then and my father was a comedian.

Shall I make you a coffee? - Thanks.

Have you met anyone yet? - No.

Tonight come with me to the Alhambra and I'll introduce you to the director.

The company is going to the provinces soon.

We'll need new acts. I want him to see you.

What can you can tell him? I know nothing.

No matter. You've got a fine figure which is not an easy thing to find.

And who is this director? - Martoni.

Never heard of him. - You will. You will.

In my chest, there's a flame for those sea blue eyes.

I've no appetite because of those sea blue eyes.

What do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?

I see, watch, fall asleep, dream, wake up and go back to sleep.

In my dream I call for "Tit�". In my dream I call for "Tit�".

I wake, wash, look out, close the window and go back to sleep.

And in my sleep I call for "Tit�"! And in my sleep I call for "Tit�"!

I'm so crazy, I'm so crazy, I'm so crazy for you!

I'm so obsessed, so obsessed, so obsessed about you.

What can I, what can I, what can I do?

What can I, what can I, what can I do?

Come. Let's wait til the act is over. - Where's Mr. Martoni?

On stage. He'll be done soon. But don't worry, I told him about you.

He's bound to take you as long as you ask for no advance.

Look, it's Mario!

Mario! - Aren't you done yet?

No. But why are you here? You know Martoni won't like it.

Yeah, but I was tired of waiting.

This is Mario, my fiance.

Hello. - A pleasure.

The act is over. Now go away.

I understand but hurry up. I'm tired of waiting.

Tell Fontana I won't do an encore.

Still here! You're lucky Martoni always conquers

or else we'd be starving like the rest of you!

What? Still here!

You! You, move it!

Whatcha doing? - Miss Lucy won't come down.

But what can we do alone? Gross! - But you can do it with Miss Lucy!

Go on, get on the stage! Lucy!

Lucy! Lucy! - Yeah?

Let's go! You're on! - You do it!

What's with you? Go on! Not going? - No!

Don't be an fool, go! - I won't!

Cause in the contract it says our names should be written just as large.

Seen the posters? My name's so tiny you can't see it!

It was a typo! Don't be a fool!

I put under it "comic soubrette". Tomorrow, I'll make it bigger. Go on!

Zip it! My name must be written in bold and yours and mine must be the same size!

Fine! Tomorrow I'll make yours bigger and put it above mine if you like!

Big or small the name, dear Lucy, doesn't matter!

How many times I've gone before a public

who didn't even know my name and they still talk about me now.

Go on, it rang... - Off! I ain't going, got it?

'Cause for your information, I'm sick of you!

Every day I get offers from big shows: Rossi, Pownel, Da Rosetta, Secchi, all!

But I stayed with you 'cause I pitied you.

'Cause without me you'd starve to death! You wouldn't get a dime!

But I'm sick of it! I'm ditching you! I'm leaving! Got it? I'm done!

And remember: There's only one Lucy D'Astrid!

Go drop dead, you floozy!

"Lucy D'Astrid" is a name I gave you! It was from a mare than ran at the races!

Remember that when I met you had only one name: Filomena KissedThemAll!

Girls, get on the stage! - What? Without Lucy?

Get out there! Moreno take Lucy's place! Go!

Me? - Yes!

But what can I do? - What Lucy did! Go on!

Like this without a soldier's uniform? - Here! Take this! Go on!

The curtain! Go on, girls! Go!

Come on! Go Go!

Go, go! Hurry, they're waiting!

Can you hold him? - Come on! Go!

Who's this?

Mr. Martoni! This is the girl I told you about.

Yes, but not now. - But you already said "yes".

But...

My name is Franca. - Your name doesn't matter.

Let me see you. Walk a little over there. Go on!

Raise your skirt.

Raise your skirt!

She's afraid to do it? - Go on, Franca! - Go on!

It's for artistic reasons not to check out your legs.

Alright. No advances and the pay'll be delayed.

We'll take her in place of this one's mother who couldn't leave Rome.

All I needed was a dog too!

Giggetto! Come! - You called?

Don't waste my time! Lower the Italian flag! - Right away!

Hey! Maestro!

Not you, little one!

Maestro!

Trieste! Yes!

There's only one Garibaldi!

Here. He's the only the artist who's always successful

and makes no fuss about the posters. Just look.

Get up!

That's my seat.

Sleep. Tomorrow is the debut.

Have you seen Moreno? - He's in the back.

Pass. - Double on the king. Three of a kind! - There.

You always win. - What?

Who's dealing? Go on.

Why don't you get some zzzs, dears, instead of reading, eh?

You won't be able to lift your foot at day.

Maestro! Maestro, enough with the orchestrating!

If he falls asleep again, cut the rope.

Excuse me, excuse me! - Hey, one moment!

Excuse me. Do you have the company's tickets?

No, my secretary. - Where's he?

Giv'em some of the tickets. Show'em. Please.

Tickets! - With the company.

Company. - Company.

I was the one in the passage. Did my secretary show... - Yes, he has. And her?

I was the one in the passage. Didn't you see the tickets?

Not you, the young lady! - Company.

Yes, we travel together. - OK.

Thank you.

Excuse me, what company are you from? - I'm not...

How did it pop into your head to say...

And what could I do? - "Do"?

Saying you're in the company... Fine, but why...?

What are you looking at?

Excuse me.

Why don't you have a ticket? - 'Cause I've lost it.

Hey, don't start lying. I don't like you 'cause you poked me without saying sorry.

Oh, I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? - Well, let's forget it.

So why don't you have a ticket? - I've already told you, I have lost it.

One moment!

Listen, I've been running around the world for 30 years. You can trust me.

What happened? Why are you running? Tell me, don't be afraid.

Guards are looking for me. - Guards?

But I'm not a thief! - Excuse me, it was a question.

You said, "the guards are looking for me", and I ask why.

They want to bring me back to my town.

They say I can't stay in Rome because I've no job.

You don't want to go back home. Did something happen there?

No, it's 'cause my mother remarried a widower with two children.

And I no longer have anyone.

Ah, it was she! - Yes, little one.

Make yourself at home. - Close the door, idiot!

Can I do anything? - Yes.

Go beddy-bye or you'll catch cold, doll.

He's one of my artists.

I'm the director of a revue.

You see, we artists have lots of problems and I can't take on another right now.

You know the usher'll come, you said, "company",

he'll check the tickets and I'll get in trouble.

I'm sorry I can't help you. Have any money?

Me neither.

Well... good night. If need be...

Good luck.

Thank you.

You read it too. It's the telegram we got in with the description.

Excuse me, boss!

Does the train arriving now have any other stop after Rome? - No. - No?

Then the girl must still be on the train.

Porter! My luggage!

Let's go, get down.

Porter! Porter!

Porter! Porter!

Forget about the porter! There isn't any!

Check all the cars. - Yes, Sir.

You must get all the other trunks! Don't cause confusion!

Hey! Hey! - One moment!

But that moment is now! - Excuse me, I didn't see...

But all these girls? - They're mine. Daughters? - Artists. They work with me.

What kind of work do they do? - The Martoni Revue Company.

We debut today at the Politeama. - Dancers!

Ah, dancers... - Please, artists! - Even her?

Yes, the entire troop. - Ah, the entire troop!

Then let me see some of your IDs. - Excuse me, Marshall...

Marshal? Sergeant! - Don't get mad, we're all Italians here!

So what? - Where's my secretary? Pilone!

Show the marshall here, I mean the sergeant,

our IDs, tickets, all of that.

Tickets? - The passports too!

As you wish. Wanna search the trunks?

No...! - We don't have any cocaine on us, my dear Sergeant!

Here they are. - They're not for playing cards!

They're to show there's no trick, understand?

Everything in order? - No, just a moment.

That young lady's is needed.

Ah! What a ding-dong you are!

You put that in my pocket! - It's in your pocket. Let's see.

Here, here it is.

Here.

Lucy D' Astrid. Sou... Sou...

"Brette". Soubrette.

Strange. She doesn't look like her. - Ah, well...

That's because it was an automatic and later she died her hair

and had it cut. You understand?

See, look at this one. Is that me? Well, it is!

True, it looks like somebody else. - I keep it as a memento.

Come on, girls! Thank you.

Let's go! Move it! - See ya, Sergeant!

There you are!

Still making faces! - Where do I bring this?

Where else? To the theater with the rest of it!

Miz D'Astrid! - My name's Margherita.

Yes! And my name's Fool!

Let's go.

Yes, it's clean.

Girls, don't be intimidated and show some class.

Good day. - Are you the manager? - Yeah.

We're variety artistes, you've musta seen our bills.

We shoulda debuted at the Milan Politeama, but we came here to Civita Pratese instead.

We should like... - To stay here? - Exactly. - We ain't got no rooms.

But we're easy to please. Anything, beds in the halls,

even in the bathrooms. We'd be fine... - Please, don't worry about it.

Would you two... sleep together? - Yes!

I get it.

In the same hotel. - Yeah, I get it.

Listen, if you find a free room, get inside.

I've got the lodging problem fixed now I'll see how they think. Go on.

Seven and a half royals! Here and here.

Here. Easy, easy, easy.

Coffee? - Yes.

An espresso, please. A bit on the strong side.

A nice little town this, eh? Live here? - Yes.

Should be a good life, no? - Eh, good...

It was once. But now...

It was in the time of... when there was...

Eh? - Yeah.

Eh... And how do they think here?

How should they think? - Politically, the atmosphere is like...

And what do you think? - Well, I'm an actor.

Artists are a bit above politics.

Excuse me, but tell me what you think. - Don't be afraid. Soon I'll be gone.

Let's be friends.

You can tell me, we're no longer in the time of...

Whaddya think? - You go first.

Well, I...

Is there another way to think?

I think like... - Then you just think like me!

Bravo!

Come on, forget the coffee. You didn't understand me.

I'm Martoni. You'll have seen my name in the papers.

We debuted at the Politeama with a revue.

The one with the dancers? - Yes, dancers, actors...

And since we actors gotta do some political sketches...

Go all out on them then! - That's the point. Can we?

Sure! - Without fear of... - No way! - Missiles from the gallery...

No. - And going out...? - No. - In short, we can...

Of course. - Against them?

Against who else? - Listen, young man, I need

you to be clear with me 'cause we're facing death.

Against which "them"? - Oh, God, the "comrades"!

Oh, bless me! Excuse me.

There. Want to see the show? - Yes.

Have a wife? - Yes. - Then I'll get you an armchair.

That'll do. With wives it's better... Bye.

Good luck!

Comrade!

Let's do the Russian sketch. Little Father, the bomb...

Cavaliere! - And the orchestra?

What orchestra? Being ironic?

Some orchestra! They're older than the Civil War!

They don't even know if they're alive!

Maestro? - Yes? - They're dancing there? - And why not?

Look, there are two rotten tables.

You need to reinforce them from below the stage.

Because if one falls, we don't want the responsibility. Got it?

OK, leave it to me!

We need to get ready 'cause the movie's over. Quick, Maestro!

Go on, Maestro! I already spoke with Toscanini!

The music! - Go on out there! Hurry!

This is all show biz!

Oh, excuse me! I'm so sorry.

You could knock before entering!

I'm getting dressed. What is it? - What should we have her do today?

Well, what should we do? Don't know...

Work the curtain. - OK. Take Olga, who's as tall. - The costumes?

The La Cucaracha ones. - We'll take them in...

No widen them! See how big she is! Come on, get on the stage, damn it!

That old fool got me a band of tin cans! Whatcha saying?

I must do something but I can't remember! - Don't shout! I ain't deaf!

The key to the lights? - Yeah, but something else...

Fine! I don't care about the rest! - Dammit!

And you, you're always in the way! We're working! Go!

Have a match? - Ah, excuse me.

My word of honor, I could hug you!

Have you seen my work in Rome? - No, not at all.

Surely, if you came to Italy, how things would change!

I've always worked in Italy. I've been to Locarno...

You? But I'm not talking about you!

Ah, you were talking about the mustache...? - Right!

If he were really here, how they'd carry him in triumph!

Really? - Why, don't you know?

They gave Civita the nickname of "Mosquito".

As if it were a little Moscow!

'Cause everybody here are comrades? - Everybody. - All?

There's one here of a different mind.

Who? - Who?

The hotel bartender at the Leon D'Oro.

Yeah, trash. He wouldn't like it at all.

The first time he tried to play his tricks, 10 days in bed!

Did I do OK, Mr. Martoni? - Eh, yes.

Now we need to see if we'll do OK.

Little Father!

Little Father!

Little Father!

Little Father! - All right!

We are ruinedski! - Why?

Because our enemieski found out that our hydrogen bombs

are only hand grenades from the first world war.

That's what they think!

We have the H Bomb! - The K Bomb, the MP1 Bomb!

What are you talking about? - The truth.

Stupid, what do you know? - I know all!

Why is that? - Ain't I your secretary?

Fine then! Fine! - Come on! Out with it!

We can speak freely. We're alone! - If the Americans ever realized it!

We have 80 million! - All of them starving!

What are you saying? - If no one can hear us... - No one?

We're alone in the Kremlin! - One can hear all here! - Where?

Everybody can hear us! Everybody!

But we're alone! - Who told you that?

They are a bunch of sheep!

One moment!

They are not a bunch of sheep! We are the only nation in the world!

Dying of hunger!

Open the curtain. Go, get in your dressing rooms!

Hey! Are you nuts? Dammit, close it!

You stroll on the stage like you're at the park. Open it.

Eh, my girl... Ah! Evening! Evening, Brigadier!

Hide yourself. Evening!

Excuse me, Martoni, my wife and child are here.

Great! Moreno, escort the brigadier to his wife.

That girl went on stage and they mistook her for the acrobat!

That's what I needed to do!

It was more the shock than anything. Feel better now?

I'm very sorry... - If you get up, your elbow'll hurt.

I'm better, thanks. - Listen.

Then if you're really better, stop looking like you're going to die.

I'm sorry I ruined everything. - Ruined?

There was nothing to ruin. - You say that 'cause you're kind.

No, I say it because we're totally ruined.

Well, uh... sleep on it and have a good sleep.

But I'm not sleepy.

OK, that means you want to eat something.

Then you'll get sleepy. - I'm not hungry.

There's bread and ham. Which one? - I'm not hungry!

My girl, if you're not hungry or sleepy, why did you run away from home?

To be a sleepwalker? To stay in bed? - Yeah, OK.

And you bring her some food. Nice! It's a local specialty. - Mr. Martoni!

I'm going to the bathroom! - There's no hot water.

I'm not going there to wash but to sleep!

Excuse me, Mr. Martoni, if you don't mind, we don't have any...

But my girl, her elbow hurts, she's sick.

She can't sleep or eat and you want money! You have no feelings! - It was for Franca.

Franca? Heavens! She understands! She's like one of the family!

And if money's going to start to matter, my girl...

But the bill? - Leave it to me.

On your feet, tomorrow at 9, 'cause we're leaving at 10:30.

If all goes smoothly. - OK.

And now? - We must be patient.

You saw that it went badly tonight.

Whatcha doing? - Going to sleep on that chair.

Nonsense. Sleep here. It can't get any worse. - Thanks.

You regret it. Be honest. - Regret what?

Coming along with us. - Why? It's what I was looking for, no?

A shop window to show off the goods.

Whatcha doing? - Writing to Mario. I promised to write him every night.

Does the light annoy you? - No, your being so stupid does.

Do you have a boyfriend too? - Me?

No.

You see... - Yes, I know. Mr. Martoni will pay the bill. - Exactly.

Let's go.

I really want to see how this is going to end.

Hurry.

One of the company!

Mr. Martoni'll see to the bill. - I know.

Are they all gone? - Yes.

Even Martoni? - No not him.

Unless he jumped out the window.

These guys are capable of anything. - That's why the dog's in the yard.

If Martoni tries, Drago'll gobble him up.

There, we're leaving.

This hotel suited us very well.

You're a little gruff but after all...

I'd like to give you a photo, if I may.

With a dedication. May I?

May I have your name? - Alcibiade Fraschetti.

With two Ts, right? - Two. - Alcibiade Fraschetti...

It'll make a fine picture. Hang it up for luck.

Now then, the bill is ready? - Yes. - How much? - 37,500 lire.

37,500 lire! That's nothing.

I'll give you 38,000, OK? 38,000! That's 500 more! - Ah, 38...

Yes, a tip for the maid. - No, she's not a maid.

That's my wife. - Ah, excuse me.

I'd give 38,000 equally to the bar girls.

No, I don't accept checks. - What?

I wouldn't know what to do with a check.

You'll give me 37,500 lire right now in cash, understand?

Maybe checks aren't used in these parts but... - No, but I prefer the real thing.

What's today's date? - Today is the 24th.

The 24th of... - But it's no use you writing...

It's March. - And funds'll be deposited here. March.

You're wasting your time. You must gimme 37,500 lire.

Be good and stop writing. - Leggo of my hand, I must sign.

I can't accept it. I need cash. Behave.

Why? Excuse me, ain't this money?

Are you doubting my signature? It's not false.

It's not that... - Hey, you're dealing with gentlemen here!

But I didn't say you were a dog...

Speaking of dogs, your dog... is he healthy?

Ah, Drago? - He's not hydrophobic? - No, he's very well. A guard dog, you see.

Signed Nino Martoni.

Tomorrow morning, you... - Cut it out.

If you don't let me sign it, it won't... - It's useless. I will never accept it.

They all ate like crazy here, understand? - Like crazy? Why should they have fasted?

Pasta, meat... - What should we've eaten? The tables? Whyja think I'm paying you?

Gimme my money! - Ain't this money? - I don't accept it!

I don't travel with cash! - No checks! - You can't refuse them! - I can!

What are banks for then, buddy? - I don't care!

Don't get mad. - Be nice then. - You too. We're all friends! All Italians!

We love each other yet we always fight! - I've been around the world, understand?

And I want my money! How can I explain it? Should I speak French?

All right, you win.

May I use the phone? - Go right ahead. Here.

What's Politeama's number? - 3721.

Take it. There's still time to take the check.

I say it for your own good. - I want the money.

It's in your interest. - I don't care.

Hello? The Politeama office, please.

I'm calling for Luigi. Yes, Luigi the administrator.

This is Martoni. Cavaliere Martoni.

Hello? - Hello, Luigi. Is that you?

This is Giggetto. - Listen, I'm detained at the Golden Lion.

"Detained", in a manner of speaking, because the manager doesn't trust...

People like us. - It's not that...

Lemme speak, please. I'm speaking to the Administrator. It's too late now.

The Administrator speaks! - And he doesn't want to accept the check.

Cash? Are you retarded, Mr. Martoni?

The payment will hafta be made just like it was in Viterbo.

Ah, Viterbo! Should I wear the mustache?

Remember, that was another hotel manager who wouldn't trust us.

Yes, SP. - SP?

SP: Security Payment. Petty cash we have for emergencies.

When somebody doesn't trust us like you, we pay him...

But I didn't mean it like that. - Then I can...?

No, - Never mind. Don't waste my time.

But it's a bit dangerous. - But be quick, eh?

There's a man waiting here who wants cash.

Now in a bit, you'll get it.

I thought it was the Administrator. - Excuse me, is Mr Martoni staying here?

Martoni has left... eh... - He's Martoni.

Is that right? You're Martoni? Follow me.

Me? Why? - Why?

How should I know? - Not know? - I say... - Explain yourself.

I'm a sergeant. - Sergeant of what? - Public Security. - From Rome?

From Rome. - And you've come to take me? - Yes, Sir. - To Rome?

What has he done? - What has he done? Signed bounced checks!

Told you! - OK! - He wanted to gimme one. - Really?

I wanted you to sign 'cause I would've made a deposit at Milan. That's all.

That's it exactly. Eh... eh...

And I still gotta go? - Yes. To the station.

Just one moment, I must get 37,500 lire.

Right. - Fine. I called my director. He'll bring it.

You're taking my pen then? - Sorry, I didn't notice. - Let's go!

I... am... - No, in that case, I'll hold on to his luggage.

My luggage? - Yeah, yeah! - What "yeah, yeah"? But you're the police!

Then you'll confiscate it, no? - I will! - Exactly, take it then. He's got it.

Young man, let's go! - But your director...

He'll come now and give you the money... - Young man!

Young man! Speak to me in a different tone! Got it? Enough! Worst criminal I've ever...!

Come on! Move! - Fine! Don't act like that, Sergeant! What are you? Nuts?

Eh? Hey! Excuse me, goodbye.

Come on! Move it! Let's go! The train is leaving!

Come on! Move it! Come on! Move it!

Say... that sergeant... what kind of sergeant is that?

Hey! What happened? - How long 'til we leave? - 4 or 5 minutes!

We're ruined! - There they are! - Stop them!

Take it!

All aboard! We're leaving! All aboard!

All aboard! - Go, driver! - Very well, boss!

All aboard! - Hurry!

You didn't take the check, dear manager! I'm Martoni, my dear!

Don't get mad! We're all Italians! - The hell with that!

Did you ever notice that when you take a shower,

if your feet are squeaky clean, you walk around smelling like a flower.

Did you ever notice that as soon as you touch the sea,

you feel fly away from you, the desire to play.

Gimme a Morris. - We don't have American.

Not? How awful! Well, gimme a National.

Well, is the show on or not?

I found three letters at the theater. One is for you, Vera.

They're not for you! Whatcha doing?

Well then? - Well then, nothing to do.

They telegraphed us from Modena delaying the debut 'til Monday.

But Monday we're doing Milan. What'll we do?

On the weekend, there's an American film! - Which one?

"The Snake Pit". - Ah, the one with Olivia de Havilland! Magnificent!

Who cares about Olivia de Havilland? We gotta think about leaving not that!

What can we do, guys? Come on!

Do we stay here or leave for Milan? - Milan. - On foot?

On foot? - On foot! We must! Don't you get it? - Why?

You ask why? - No, by train!

What a great idea! And who'll give us the money? - I dunno. - Exactly! Sit down!

I can slap him! We need to find a way to get to Milan.

No, no, please...

Listen, dear... - Thanks, Cavaliere. - Welcome.

We've got two chickens. - Then we can eat? - Yes.

But first we must pluck them. - Nice. Who'll do that? - You.

With pleasure. Where are they? - Behind me. Those guys playing cards.

How's the game going? - See that too?

Dammit! Who's winning?

Me! - Congratulations, Sir.

You win a lot, eh?

How fun and nice it'd be to challenge both of you!

You mind giving us a seat? - To be honest... - Give us a seat!

We gotta leave for Milan right after. If this one doesn't play he'll drop dead!

We're all Italians here. Please. You still have the rest of the night.

Thank you. - Thank again. Have a seat.

And we'll get you a drink. Bring them something.

How much... what... which game...?

Which game? Any? Shuffle. You shuffle.

What's the matter?

"I spoke about us to my father."

"But unfortunately, it went as I predicted."

"When my father found out that you were a dancer..."

"Now my father left and I can't speak to him again."

"I'm afraid he won't change his mind, but I am ready for anything."

He's willing to marry you without a cent. And that's the way to starve. - Stop it!

You stop crying over that stupid boy.

I knew he wasn't worth it and now you know it.

He'll never marry you.

This is none of your business! Besides, what do you know about it?

Yeah, you're right. I know nothing about it.

I just know I'm tired of this job. - You chose it, didn't you?

Don't you worry, I won't be here long.

Hey, we need to eat but we're in a hurry.

How long will it take to get to Milan? - If there's no fog, about three hours.

Don't think about it too much. It's over. - Why? - 'Cause I have the 6, 5 and 4.

I lost again. - May I?

But you always win! - I know.

But today there's something that brings me bad luck.

Please. - Bu... bu...but... - Puh, puh, please!

I think I found a car to go to Milan. - What?

Are you crazy?

Fine, you don't have to come. But I'm not staying in this town tonight.

Look, you put 3000 lire

and we'll put up a Parisian compact, an English Dunhill lighter and a knife.

Small beans! - Not enough? - No? - Go on, leave it.

And... and a Parker. - Small beans! - It's a 51! - Small beans!

Then let's do this then:

You put up 5000 lire and we'll put up all this stuff here...

And this here! - No! Not my bracelet!

It's made of gold! - Lemme speak! Now is not the time to think of bracelets!

It's very nice of you to gimme a ride to Milan.

May I bring a friend? - By Jove! The more the merrier!

Of course. Your friend is that young lady over there, right?

Yes. But she doesn't want to intrude. - Oh, for heaven's sake!

We've lost.

What bad luck! - I'll getcha another one in Milan.

And now what'll we do? I got nothing.

Get up.

Do you play too? - No, I sat down to rest.

Since we'll be going to Milan on foot.

A blow out? - No, but I'm a little tired.

A smoke? - Thank you. - You're welcome.

And you? - No, thank you. - My friend has every virtue.

Let's hope not.

I need to stretch my legs a little. Maybe there's a restaurant or bar...

Let's get a drink. Whaddya say? - No, you go.

Shall we go? - Yes. - We'll stay here.

Will we really have to wait so long? I want to get to Milan.

Why? Dontcha like being alone with me?

I'll go join my friend. - No, wait here for her. She'll be right back.

Just one moment... - Let go! - Don't be that way!

Don't get mad... - Lemme go! Stop it! I want to get out!

Where are you going, Miss?

Miss! Miss, where are you going? Wait a moment!

Engine failure? - No, worse. - Aggression!

Who was that guy in the fur coat? - Well, he got a good slap!

However, Franca...

I always thought that Milanese lady was a luxury traveler.

We are only bus travelers.

Ah, my girl, this is indeed a dog's life.

Never dream of being an artist, OK?

In Milan I've a cousin with a drugstore. You know how many times he's written me,

"Come to me and forget about all that."

Oh, well. The smell of mothballs annoys me, I can't stand them...

Coming through. Coming through. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Dear Cavaliere! Here we are.

How's it going? We're punctual as a clock. - Yes, Martoni.

I didn't see the posters 'cause we went from the train to the hotel and left again.

The Saturday debut is still on? - No, hold your horses.

Dear Martoni, we have a problem. A problem, my dear!

What problem? - Whaddya mean? I found out you no longer got a soubrette.

You no longer have D'Astrid! - Yes, I sent her off.

Then no theater! - She was bitching everywhere! She sounded like a reed!

A reedy voice! I'm free of her dear Commendatore!

And who do you have...? - She was a wretch!

Oh, yeah? You got rid of me!

Why don't you say rather I dumped you because you're a pack of vultures?

Do me a favor and go away! - No, I'm not going, got it?

I definitely won't leave 'cause you owe me money! I was never paid! - What?

One moment, girl! I owe... I owe you money? - Yes!

Wretch! I always paid all of you! - No! - I'll call the director and you'll see!

Perfect! - Go tomorrow to the director. - No, I want it now! - Did you call me?

Here we go: the director! - Who called you? - I'm the director.

How are we with funds? - About 6000 lire.

Go away, you're a wretch too! Sorry, this is just business as usual. - Look!

Saturday you'll have a fine show! - Oh, yeah? - Go away!

On Saturday And don't put your hands on me!

Who is this? The new soubrette?

This pipsqueak? - Listen, if you don't go...!

Easy! We're getting crazy!

Stop! Let's get out of here!

The show is over. - Who does she think she is?

She's a witch! A gorilla!

Yet that gorilla gave me an idea.

Look, Cavaliere, on Saturday you'll have the greatest soubrette of Italy.

A soubrette? Who? - Who?

This pipsqueak. - Go on!

Listen to me, Cavaliere.

You think this girl can't do what D'Astrid did?

What do you mean? Martoni, that girl was a real soubrette!

But soubrettes don't exist my good Sir! - Whaddya mean?

They are a few feathers, two legs, tight clothes and some screeching!

They exist only when made. She used to be a cashier at a coffee shop.

Her name is Filomena. Trust me.

Heaven's sake, don't! - Cavaliere, listen! You make the posters.

If after the show, we don't have a success that'll drive the public crazy,

take our luggage to cover the publicity expenses.

Fine. We'll do that. But if it doesn't go well, I'll take the nails too, eh?

Alone

on a night of torment,

I dreamed so much about you, so much...

Knock off the hands. One moment.

That's what Wanda Osiris does. This is something dramatic.

Don't put your hands behind you.

Like this. Come here.

Alone

on a night of torm... - Listen, my girl.

"Alone on a night of torment" is like you're dying, right?

You starta laugh, "Alone..." Don't laugh. This is serious.

This is a matter of life and death. And hunger.

Maestro, you struck dumb? Get on with it! - Fine, I am!

If you would only kiss me sweetly. - If you would only kish me sweetly...

With kishes... - Not "kishes", kisses!

Well, we gotta work on the pronunciation. Come over here, please.

Not "kishes", kisses.

Kisses... - Kisses, understand? Kisses.

Kisses like Misses. - Misses.

Hisses. - Hisses.

That's it. Say, "kiss". - Kiss.

Kiss. Kiss.

You got such a cute face when you say "kiss", the public'll drop on the ground.

... to dream about you.

When the angels sing...

It's good, right?

By the ways of the sky...

Give an accent to the sky!

will come...

Enough already! This is a pension! We needta sleep!

What's all this racket? We gotta sleep!

Are you speaking in Japanese? Whaddya say?

We gotta sleep! - And we gotta eat!

But it's half past 11!

Ah, I thought it was later. At midnight, we'll stop.

Really? - Of course.

I can count on you, eh? Please... - But know, it's just one thing...

And we'll give you a ticket, Ma'am, at the box office! Get up!

Why? - We'll give out the flowers. Move it!

Fine. - This has always been a big hit.

Look... Now... Oh! Listen to me!

We'll go over the song again, with the same music but new words...

Listen to me! Don't fall asleep! Look at me! Listen!

Now I'll show you. Sit here.

And don't fall asleep.

These are flowers: Roses, carnations, whatever you like.

Maestro! Maestro, the tune. Play.

Gentlemen...

accept my flowers...

There are roses and carnations...

Must be the landlady.

The Nino Martoni Company with...? - Forget the "with".

How d'ya want it? - In bold.

What artistic name will the girl have? - Let's see...

What's her name? - What's your name? I never remember.

Pastellone. - Paste... Egg pasta.

Agnesi Pasta. - That's it.

We need a product that posters can launch over all the walls.

We'll put them all over Milan. Underneath, one'll read:

"Tomorrow in Fossati". Margherita, we'll call Rita.

Yes, of course, Rita. Rita Motta!

Motta is too well known. - Rita Caffarel!

A good chocolate but hard to chew.

Rita Kelemata. - That's a laxative!

Then I don't know. Rita...

Buton. - Yes, I like it, the cognac!

Rita Buton. - Rita Buton, yes.

Buton? Rita? - One, two, one, two...

Knock that off! - It's done through the hands.

It's not the hands that matters, it's the legs.

I can't stand this I've been yelling for 2 days.

Got it? What matters is the legs.

The Rinascente for example...

To launch the handkerchiefs they had a poster with a nude lady.

Everybody in front of the poster, to see if the handkerchief...

Open the curtain. - But...

Get down. Let me show you how to walk down a runway.

Watch.

Gettaway! I don't need you.

I hafta do everything!

Don't look down, got it? Head up!

Lemme fix this hot water bottle. You can't be afraid, see?

Music.

Watch.

What the heck is going on here? Did you break anything?

Don't worry, Ma'am. Only personal things.

My boy has a farm in Ecuador!

My boy has a farm in Ecuador,

with 450 cows and a 1000 bulls,

He's cross-eyed and his nose is 4 fingers long,

but my Pedrito is worth a treasure.

Though he's lame, I love him as he is!

He weighs a ton, but what do I care?

He has 450 cows and a 1000 bulls,

in the territory of Ecuador.

I'm a dreamer, I look at the heart and not the face,

I don't care about the body, but the weight it has for me,

I don't care if he were born, my handsome muchacho,

on April 24, 70 years ago.

My boy is no Adonis, yes, I know,

despite what he is, I'll marry him,

with 450 cows and a 1000 bulls,

I'll cause a furor in Ecuador!

Over there,

under the moon and the stars,

together we'll talk about love

because

the most beautiful songs

will sing for me in Ecuador.

I'm a dreamer, I look at the heart and not the face,

I don't care about the body, but the weight it has for me,

I don't care if he were born, my handsome muchacho,

on April 24, 70 years ago.

My boy is no Adonis, yes, I know,

despite what he is, I'll marry him,

with 450 cows and a 1000 bulls,

I'll cause a furor in Ecuador!

Enough, no encore! You were wonderful.

I don't know what I did. - You were really good.

You'll make my head spin! - And my head's not spinning already?

You hear the applause? - But not for me.

What? It's for you. - It's for you.

For me? - Nice, well done, congratulations!

See I told her! - Then she goes to me tomorrow.

Yes, at 10. - And if you want an advance... - There in a sec. - OK.

One month contract. Tomorrow at 10.

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

Me too.

Go now. Ah, listen... listen.

What do you think if we had brunch tomorrow?

Of course! It'll be a celebration of our success.

Well, go to your room now and cover yourself or you'll catch cold...

Miss!

For who? - It's on there.

You're going to hafta get used these fools' gifts.

But this isn't for me, it's for Franca.

For Franca? Give it to me, I'll take it. - Here.

How nice! - Were you disappointed?

No, why? - They looked like a buncha artichokes.

Instead I...

Well, now go to your room. Hurry, you'll get a cold.

Mario! - Vera.

I've fought with my father and ran away from home.

Darling!

Hurry up! - I'm coming. - Is Rita ready? - I dunno.

Go check. - Right away. - Mr. Martoni! - What is it?

My boyfriend is here. - So?

He ran away from home without a dime.

A boy without a dime? Always in the way!

And what can I do? - Well, I thought you can help him, no?

Why must I always help everyone? Why don't they help me?

He'll do anything. - Get behind the scene

and don't get in the way. What a day today!

Luigino? - Yes, Mr. Martoni?

Listen to me. Next time you let someone in behind the stage

with a basket of flowers, do you know what I'll do?

Give me a slap? - No, two.

Go!

"If you grant me the honor to come to my house tonight,

"I will be the happiest of men."

But there's no signature here! - It's on the back.

Renato Borselli. - By Jove, Franca, jackpot!

Why? Who's that? - Borselli?

You don't know who Borselli is? The one with the sawmills.

He's loaded with millions.

If I had been lucky like that! Oh, don't be a fool, eh?

These opportunities happen only once.

You going? - Of course, she is.

His car is at the door. It wouldn't be polite.

Of course I'm going.

Will you lend me your purse, Vera? - Of course.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

You've been very kind to accept my invitation.

I would've been very disappointed if you didn't come.

I admired you on the stage today and I see you liked my flowers.

They were stupendous. - You deserve even more.

Please, sit down. Sit down, dear.

Whiskey or cognac? - Thanks, it doesn't matter.

Whiskey then.

I don't want to seem rude, but to be frank I'm astounded

to find a girl like you in a company of that sort.

Believe me, you're wasted.

I've only been working for a while.

It's not easy to find a good job in these times.

I understand.

I'm astounded also to find a person like you in such a place.

Why? I like these provincial shows.

There so much fun.

You often find something very interesting there.

Like now, for example.

It's warm. - Thanks, I'm fine.

It's a truly magnificent house.

Oh, nothing special. A house that's just so big

I try to fill it with beautiful things so it feels less empty.

Listen, I've many friends in theatrical circles. If you want, I can help you.

That's very kind but I don't want to be a dancer.

For now it's enough to have met you.

You're a very smart girl.

And whom did you leave to come here to me? - I don't understand.

Well, a beautiful girl always has somebody: a friend, a boyfriend.

I don't have anyone. I prefer to be alone.

Great. You'll see how well we'll get along.

Do I scare you? - No, it's not that, it's...

I don't feel very well. I'm tired.

You can rest if you want. - No.

I think it's better I go.

Then why did you come?

I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

Morning!

Morning! How are you? - Fine, thanks!

We don't practice on Sundays! We need to rest!

You go! - I'll get my hat and leave!

Yes, hurry up! - Yes! - Morning. - Morning.

Here I am.

Come, sit down.

Hey, I had thought...

about making a trip to Como.

What a scent! - Yes, "Arpege Di Lanvin".

Whaddya think? Ever been to Como? - No. - It has such a large lake.

And then I'll give you a surprise. - What?

At Como. - No, please, now!

But now... - Come on!

Mr. Martoni!

There are two men here.

Hear that? Two theatrical agents. There'll be contracts.

No, two men from the police.

Yeah - They're waiting for you. - Same old story about you.

Turn around. I'll get rid of them right away.

Don't be afraid. You go.

I'll be back in a jiffy. Excuse me.

Giovanni Pietro Martoni? - At your service.

The commissioner is expecting you. - Me?

You. - I had no appointment...

No matter, he's waiting. - For me?

He also said the quicker you are, the better it is for you.

Did he say anything else?

Well, it's probably nothing. Maybe needs some information...

I'll be right back! It's nearby, right?

Very. - I've never been in a police station.

After you. - After you. - Me? - After you.

Now you tell me you're underage! Why couldn't you tell me that before?

But I wanted to tell you... - Shut up!

You made me spend all morning here. This morning!

Better we never came here. Remember that! - What did the police do to you?

Nothing, thank God.

But with all that they have to do: strikes, assaults, murders, flying saucers...

Who are we waiting for? - The father coming from Rome.

Hers? - Yeah. "Hers"? No his!

And get your hands out of your pockets!

I'm the one in trouble! - Sir, please.

Get off my coat, please.

I'm sorry this happened... - Yeah, me too!

You can't even dream how much! - It'll be resolved.

Hmm, resolved! May I smoke? Can I have a match, please?

Mario Sandrelli. - Your father's here.

Thank you.

Great, I find you here! A fine deed you've done!

Dad, please, you know it's no use. - Oh, it's very much of use!

That we should meet thus! - Your father's right, boy!

These things shouldn't be done. - I won't renounce my future!

My happiness! - Oh, yeah?

I've spent a ton of money to send you to school, to give you a position!

And you look for your future in the garbage! - Dad!

Yes, garbage!

What do you expect from that environment without any morals or shame?

Oh, really? - Silence!

That guy is offending us!

I've no need to need to meet her. I know what she's about.

You think I'll allow my son,

whom I've given an honored name, to marry a...

A dancer, Dad! And don't say anything bad!

Don't get lipstick on my new coat, OK?

I know these burlesque girls too well!

They're something else, they are. And their "protectors"!

Let me pass, excuse me!

Go on! What are burlesque girls and their protectors?

Eh? Who called you? Why did you enter?

Excuse me, Sir, I couldn't stand being insulted anymore by this gentleman!

Excuse me? Everything is alright.

But I know you... - Me? - Yeah.

Excuse me, didn't you have a coat with a brown fur collar?

What are you talking about? I don't know you! - Eh!

It's a small world, dear Sir. Small and comical.

Well, what is this nonsense? - Yeah, well said, Commissioner.

What exactly is this nonsense? Excuse me.

Now I'll tell you a little sweet story.

Of a Roman gentleman who goes to Paris or perhaps to Milan,

riding in his car and in the middle of the road meets a variety girl.

How is this important? - Let me speak!

Please note the interruption. Moving on.

A variety girl who is invited by the gentleman to get in his car

and at one point, the gentleman, very gentlemanlike...

wanted to act like a dirty pig! - Really!

Why are you yelling? - Why are you?

I yelled because he yelled.

Don't go on talking nonsense!

It's not nonsense and he knows it.

Let him speak! - Yes, but I must defend myself! Excuse me, Sir,

I'm an actor! An actor insulted by this gentleman!

A poor wretch who wants to speak!

The time is over, Sir, when we couldn't speak! We're living in a full democracy!

Do you know this individual? - I don't know...

It doesn't matter if he doesn't! I know him!

Me? - Yes! And those burlesque people,

those poor people without any morals or shame,

as you think, sometimes to show they are not so

respond with slaps! - I don't know what you're alluding to!

But you'll understand for a father a burlesque girl...

I repeat, Dad, you don't know Vera. - Right!

Now we'll introduce her. This way you'll change your mind.

Excuse me, Sir.

Vera! Come here.

Vera, this is my father.

You! Ah, it was you then...! - Yeah, it was he who was against it.

But now that he's met you or met you again, I think things can be settled.

Don't you agree, Mr. Sandrelli?

But I don't know... This is all so strange that...

That's what I say. But what happened?

Eh, nothing, Commissioner. In fact, everything is fine now.

Don't you think so? - What does she matter? Shut up!

Since you came, I haven't understood a thing!

In short, what are we going to do? - I beg you, Dad.

Vera is a good girl. She's not what you think.

Yes. You're right.

Do you forgive me, Miss?

Please excuse my bothering your, Sir.

And you too. - Ah, don't mention it.

Thank you. Bye. - See ya, at rehearsals, Vera? - Bye.

Morning, Commissioner.

For your understanding, Sir, I thank you. - But I didn't understand a thing.

It ain't no big deal. If I were in your shoes I wouldn't have got it either.

Two kids in love. Better love than hate.

No doubt. - In tribute to love, if I may,

I'd like to offer you my autographed photo.

A modest creation of mine. - Very kind, thank you.

You can't come to the theater so you can see me here. - Thanks.

Bye! - If you need anything from us, don't hesitate to ask.

A free show for the benefit of the officers,

for the anniversary of public safety...

But please, call me.

Don't send officers because we already suffer heart ache from the public

and if there are police, besides heart ache

we'll get angina and be done for. Goodbye. Good luck.

Good day, officer. Let's go rehearse. Come on!

The game will be over in a minute. - And who's this?

He came to ask for information. - Finish up.

I don't want to stay too long here. - Just a minute.

7! - One moment. - 6, 13!

And now?

What's your name? - Me? Why?

I asked for your name. - Giovanni Martoni, stage name Nino.

Is this your photo. - I just gave it to you.

Can't you see the name? - No, you didn't.

Your kind tribute is on my desk.

This photograph was used as payment for the Golden Lion hotel!

Yes, a friend of mine, I gave him the photo

'cause he had to send for the money from Milan. He didn't want a check...

And there's a complaint from the State Railways

for making a train leave without authorization.

Yes, that joke! A small, unimportant train.

And another from the D'Amico restaurant in Viareggio for 35 unpaid meals!

That can't be right. I had two meals a day. It should be 34 or 36.

How many time have I told you, "Pay or you'll make me look bad!"

You're the director, no? - It's in a locked room.

You're right. He's right, I'll take care of it myself.

No, the warrant is for you.

Me? - Yes.

Yes, I must do everything! Even the locked room!

But, say, can't we come to a deal... - No, we can't.

Well, it's just a matter of a few hours.

Can I give my last orders? - Yes, be quick.

Then, do the show as normally.

The sketch of the model with the painter shorten it. It's too long.

I don't care.

And the Russian costumes, cut out the shoulder pads, that's better.

And get that advance from Niccoli. - We already did.

Well, advance no. 2. We still have a contract.

Call a lawyer and then come here to the commissioner, who is my friend...

What do you mean "friend"? Hurry up!

Oh, God, we're all Italians, Sir.

We're not in the camps of Buchen... Wald, those in Germany.

Don't worry, I'll do all you say. - Don't tell them I'm not there.

You'll see it'll go better.

"Better"? Am I an idiot then?

No, because it'll be tighter. - Hurry up!

OK. Where are we going? - Over there.

Leave off that damn vice of gaming. You see how it ends up? - How?

In jail! - How's that my fault? - It is!

If you weren't playing with that guy, I'd be at the Piazza Del Duomo right now!

Forgive me. Bye, don't say a word to anybody.

Didn't you ditch him? - Yes. - And why did you do that?

Because I'm not interested in that type. - What? Not interested in a millionaire?

And then why does he send you bouquets every night and waits outside the exit?

That's what I'd like to know.

You musta been quite the hit if he's still after you.

Why don't you go then? At least to know what he wants.

Do you hate millionaires?

You're right.

You'll think it strange a man like me

to look for you again after our first meeting.

Strange? No. Maybe just a waste of time.

You said maybe.

Listen to me. I'd like to avoid being rude to you.

Thank you.

But there's something I'd like to avoid too.

What?

Losing you.

Are you so interested?

Are you sure?

Will you marry me?

I asked if you'll marry me.

Are you asking me to be your wife?

I said I didn't want to lose you.

You don't need to answer me right away.

I've no illusions. It's a contract I'm offering you.

I give you my name and all the rest, which isn't little. As you well know.

As for you, love doesn't matter.

You can't love a man like me.

But marry, maybe yes.

Tell my driver to accompany the lady. I'll stay.

Thanks. - See you soon.

Just in case, you know my number. - Yes.

Take me to Bovisa.

Hurry up, kids! Come back soon and don't go too far!

Who are you? What do you want at this hour?

Is Mr. Danesi in? - He hasn't lived here for some time.

Are you a relative of his?

You don't know where he is? - I haven't seen him since.

He must be gone. Else he would've come back for his mail.

Ah, that's nothing! If you only knew how many we have.

I don't know maybe it was the war. We can't get rid of them.

Yes, for sure.

Hello. - Welcome back.

Thanks for coming but forgive me, I've been in jail all this time so that...

Do you know how much they wanted to drop the charges? - No.

More than 160 thousand lire!

How much? - 160 thousand lire!

Ah, well, I didn't know.

It means we'll have to take it from the nightly receipts...

The receipts? That money was given to us.

By who? - Franca.

The Milanese? Then let go my hand.

Today she marries one of the richest men in Italy.

That was kind. We must thank her.

Too bad we can't go to the wedding because today...

I came up with a new act. - Really? - About a prisoner. Thieves are a la mode.

Is everybody at the theater? - Waiting for us. - There's a taxi. - Good.

I confirm the company for another 2 weeks but naturally as long as Rita is in it.

Well, if she were not... the end of the world, gentlemen!

Put it with the other contracts in the director's room.

Did you give Rita my dressing room, the big one with the mirror? - Yes.

With the sofa? - Yes. - And the poster?

Her name large and in red. - Red? Good. Driver.

Please, turn around to the square.

I'm going to the hostel, excuse me, to take a bath.

Yes, that's for the best.

And don't tell anybody, eh? - That you bathe?

Bathe? That I got out.

And don't tell Rita either. I want to surprise her.

Then where will you go? - We wanted to go to Switzerland.

But I chose Paris. This way I'll meet up with Winkler of the Dutch cotton.

Excuse me.

We are in Venice. Wedding trip.

We wish you all our immense happiness too. Vera and Mario.

Not bad for a chorus girl. - A little awkward, poor thing!

She's not used to being around people.

And especially how to dress.

It takes courage to marry such a creature. - I know but with all those millions...

But I'd rather die than marry such a man.

It'd be like sleeping with a beetle!

What is it? - Nothing. Nothing.

Let him come in immediately.

Allow me to introduce to you, Franca, the new technical director of our factory.

He has come to congratulate us.

Franca, let me introduce Carlo Danesi. A promising young man.

I bought his patent. He's my right hand man.

This young man will have a future.

Well? Nothing to say? - Sorry, I was a bit surprised.

Of my marriage, right? Me too, you know.

It was all very sudden. I still wanted to wait a few months.

I had so much to take care of. But she didn't want that.

Yeah. She can't wait.

Congratulations. - I don't understand.

What's the matter? You're pale.

Do you feel ill? I'll go get you something to drink.

Open up, Franca!

The gentleman is served. - How much?

150 lire for you, Cavaliere. But we hope to see back again soon.

Without you, it's melancholy, sad.

We haven't seen you for 10 days. Cavaliere, a joke, a new one!

A new joke?

The Red Cross. It's a bad time.

Poor things. Who knows what's happened? Thanks. Bye.

Cavaliere! I was asking for a new joke!

But my son, I can't. - Just to tell my clientele. To make them laugh.

Cavaliere! - I'm a writer now, I don't do standup comedy.

I do revues, you see. - I know, Cavaliere, but you're a genius at jokes!

You know the one about the fool? - The fool? - The fool. - No.

You know it? - No. - Want to hear it? - Oh, yes!

See ya.

Cavaliere! Then the fool's me? - Was that so hard to get?

Come in. - Excuse me.

I come from Commendatore Torrini, the producer.

Ah, yes. He sent me his card. Come in, please. - Thank you.

You probably can imagine what brought me here.

Really, I wouldn't know. - Every year we put on a spectacular revue.

We debuted at the Lirico in Milan, then Rome, Turin, etc.

The commendatore returning from Paris came to see this show.

Martoni set it up, right? - Yes, Martoni.

Well, the commendatore was impressed. Very much so. - Very kind of him.

We'd be very happy if you were part of our revue.

And that's why we're ready to sign a contract.

Sir, thank you. Thank you so much.

But when it comes to business, if you'd be so kind to return when Mr. Martoni...

One moment, Miss. You have a contract with Martoni?

No, but wanting to engage the two of us, it would be better...

No. No, Miss. Maybe I didn't explain it well.

We only intend to engage you and not Martoni.

What could we do with that guy?

Oh, but... I thought that...

Sorry, but then I can't. - Why not?

I can't leave him now that he needs me.

If I go, the company will fall apart.

And I owe him everything.

But this is sentimentality, my dear lady.

You owe him nothing. - But I... love him.

Come on, Miss, you don't want to spend your whole life behind a hack like that!

Your future, your career will be ruined.

Think it over before you turn down an opportunity like this.

It's the first and may be the last.

I've already thought it over. Thank you. - Well.

However, if you change your mind, call the office.

You'll have up to tomorrow night.

I'll walk out with you 'cause the stage is dark. They're showing a film.

Mr. Nino! You're finally back. - Yep.

I'm very happy... - Who said you could come into my room?

But it was... - You didn�t expect me, eh?

Why do you say that? What happened?

While I was in jail, you thought you were the boss.

You settle in my dressing room, then put your name in bold on the posters.

"That guy'll be in jail for a few months. I'll do what I want!"

But I knew how to get out earlier just to show you who's boss around here.

Grab your clothes and leave. - But let me explain at least.

Am I speaking Japanese? Will you do me a favor and beat it?

OK.

Why are you poking around? - I thought that...

What did you think? That I had bought it for you?

It's a gift for Vera who's getting married.

Hey! What are you waiting for? Come on, get out!

I'm leaving right away.

I'm sorry you're so angry,

but it was Pilone who told me to come here.

Excuse me, I'll change my room right away.

Hey, you don't get it.

It's not my room you should leave but the theater!

And the company. This way you can find a better one.

Are you serious? - Tell me, girl, what did you really think?

That because you learned a few moves on the stage,

because the public applauded you, you believe yourself a diva?

And that we can't do without you?

But why do you throw me away like this without any reason?

Like I was anybody! - Don't begin to cry because...

you won't be moving anybody, you see.

Look I'm a good guy, nice to everyone but...

but deep down I don't care about anybody.

Especially...

a damn idiot like you.

WIFE OF THE INDUSTRIALIST BORSELLI COMMITS SUICIDE

RITA BUTON THE NEW STAR DEBUTS TONIGHT AT THE LIRICO

Excuse me. - Yes?

I'd like to bring these roses to Miss Buton.

You can't enter here. - But I'm an actor.

An actor? - Yes.

Maybe you don't know me 'cause you're a new usher.

For 30 years! - Exactly. I've been around for 40.

Take these cigarettes and give those to her. I gotta go.

And whose name should I say? - Well, a gentleman.

If she asks what I look like don't tell her a fat guy.

About 70. - An old man?

No, kilograms. 70!

If she insists, say 80, but no more. Go on.

Martoni! Dear Martoni!

How are you? - Dear Scotti.

I've been in the Buton's dressing room. A room full of flowers!

She's going strong, eh? Won't you go in and say hi?

No, I came to see somebody who owed me money. - Yeah?

Who's that? - It's not important.

But say, I heard a dancer of yours threw herself out of a window. Is that true?

Poor girl. - She was with you? - She used to close the curtain.

Yeah. How have you been?

You know well. Each of these girls has a destiny:

some get a career, some get married and some end up badly.

And without Buton what will you do? - Me without Buton?

My young pal, I've a soubrette who's worth 10 of her.

I manufacture them! This one is 92 cm!

A dwarf? - No, her legs.

One stride down the runway and the first 4 rows are hers.

Well goodbye, else the train... - Yeah, you'll lose your seat.

No, I have a seat. - Your bed? - A single.

Listen, if you see Buton, don't tell her you saw me.

Mute like a fish! - Ah, you see?

I'm a friend. - Bye, dear Scotti. - Bye, dear. Be well.

I knew it! I shouldn't have accepted his excuses and his contract!

Always the same story! Third class, delays!

I'm fed up! - No, Lucy!

He had to stop by the dentist's! - A dentist at this hour?

He's a night dentist for all I know! - Let's leave without him!

How can we do that? - Let's go!

Just a moment, please! - But the train must leave!

We can't without Martoni! He's our director!

There he is!

Thank God, we thought you weren't coming! - Like I'd desert you!

If they hadn't held me back, we would've left a long time ago, understand?

Don't strain your voice, you're singing tomorrow! I'll buy you a beer.

I'll go buy it! - We would've already left if it were up to me, got it?

Where you would go? You'd starve without me!

I'm fed up! Get my suitcase!

Now I'm telling you for once and all that I'm outta here! I'm fed up! - Excuse me!

This is the top soubrette in Italy. How beautiful she is when she gets angry!

How beautiful you are. Get on.

Go ahead, Ma'am. - One moment, here comes the beer.

Here's the beer!

Get on, get on. You too! Get on!

At last! - Just a moment!

What is it? - Open it! Open it! Open it, please! - What?

The Maestro! If I don't bring him, how will I have a show?

Push him up, please! Please, push him up!

Finally! Everybody's in!

Bravo! Give me your hand. - My hand? I'll give you nothing!

I'll send greetings from the whole company! - Ah, get off!

Well... don't get mad, we're all Italians here!

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