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THE WORKING CLASS GOES TO HEAVEN

Yep, the cranium...

Yes...

We are buying Beckenbauer

400 millions.

And we'll buy Riva.

And who'll give you the money?

Lulu, we're not desperate like you.

Coffee?

Do you want some coffee?

Do you want it?

- How are you, my love? - My love... my love.

All here... the brain.

In the brain there is the central headquarters, it decides.

It makes projects, programs and gives the go to production.

- The production... - Well, man...

lines up and sets in motion.

Arms, legs, mouth, eyes, tongue... everything.

It starts to move and...

Until it...

takes up food, which is its raw material.

What are you talking about?

One. Man works in order to eat...

What a discovery.

The food... goes down, here is the machine that crunches it.

And it's ready for exit.

The same as in a factory.

- Man and factory are the same! - Yes, so what?

Fucking factory!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What a vocabulary so early in the morning!

- No, no, listen... - Get lost!

- No... think about it... - You'd better think about it.

Imagine if it had a price!

- Everyone happy with assured income... - Oh, shut up!

Instead nothing... they don't know where to put it!

Shut that mouth of yours...

- It pollutes water... the smell. - Such refined words!

You, Arturo, will be forced to eat it when you're bigger

with the excuse that it's good for preventing cancer.

Leave the kid alone and get ready.

Is he a boy? He's a fake... a fake.

A moody Martian...

Workers! Workers!

I'm speaking to you on behalf of your student comrades.

It is 8:00 in the morning! When you come out it will already be dark.

Today the sun won't shine for you.

You'll be baked doing piecework... 8 hours of piecework.

And you will come out old, empty.

Convinced you have earned yourselves a day-wage.

And instead you will have been robbed! Yes, robbed!

Of 8 hours of your life...

It's not with piecework that you have to earn more money...

Who sends you? Why don't you go back to university to study?

10 fucking lire more! The owners, they earn 100.

Workers! You are entering prison!

Today, after 8 hours of hard work, it will be dark.

Today the light of the sun won't shine for you.

Workers! To break the partnership between owners and unions,

we propose the formation of joint committees,

a revolutionary alliance between workers and students...

More money, less work!

Good morning, workers! The director wishes you good work.

In your interest, treat the machine you have been given with love.

Take care of it...

Security measures suggested by the factory guarantee your safety.

Your health depends on your relationship with your machine.

Respect its needs...

and don't forget that a machine in good condition means a productive one.

Good work!

Hey, come on... pass through...

Lulu, two new workers... I won't them ready to work for tomorrow... understood?

Go!

Tarcisio Menne, from Manfredonia...

- What is it? - That's my name.

I don't give a damn what your name is.

You see... I lost the rhythm...

Between one thing and the other, some 30 lire less...

- I'm sorry, I didn't know. - Silence...

This work even a monkey could do.

So even you can do it.

I lost the rhythm.

- Stand up! Like that you produce half. - I have a prostate problem.

Either you report sick, or I fine you or you stand up.

But if I stand I have to go and piss all the time...

You want me to go and piss all the time?

What the hell am I supposed to do here?

Why don't you go sick?

Go sick? I either work or piss...

- I told them 200 times. - Come on, you should be happy.

Popes and presidents have prostate troubles.

- You're losing 2 seconds on the return. - Why don't you do the work, leech?

- You didn't cut your hair? - Fuck off!

Then, as according to the security measures...

like female manual labor... you have to wear a cap.

Piss off!

Workers! The unionists have called for a meeting.

Hurry, all together, and ask that they overturn their policy.

Everything and immediately! More income, less labor!

Who pays those guys?

United against the unionists...

Who pays those guys? They know everything.

They're trying a "splitting" maneuver.

- And organized... - For me, here there are spies.

More income, less labor!

Let's tell the union.

More income, less work!

They've taken me for a charity.

- Tarcisio Menne from Manfredonia. - And the other one?

- Tell him. - Salvatore Quaranta, born in Lecce.

Ludovico Massa, known as Lulu,

Lombardy, nearly Switzerland.

This one is Adalgisa Stacchia, south Ticino, virgin.

Sit down both of you.

If you also want my food take it because anyway I'm not hungry

I've got a gash here inside.

Excuse me, Mr. Massa, a curiosity, how do you work so fast?

I get bored in the factory, it pisses me off.

So I work, what am I supposed to do?

Listen to this concept: life is a winning post, a banner.

Everyone on the racing-track, we're all running here

I am a little champion in here, she knows it, don't you?

It's true.

And then there are the "terroni", like this one from eastern Sicily.

They are all commuters, when they arrive in the morning the're already tired

and so I work faster than them.

I was able to make 25,000 lire in a month of piecework, 25 notes.

But plugging away at it! Because I concentrate.

Because I am concentrated, concentrated.

I have the technique for concentrating... she knows it.

I fix something with my brain.

I think of a bum.

Her bum.

There's not much else to do here, what do you expect?

Since we have to work, let's work.

Without fussing.

- Understood? Work, without fussing. - Yes, yes!

Yes, I understood, but you... how old are you?

31.

I've been working for 15 years, I've suffered from paint poisoning twice...

I've got a gash in here, I've had an ulcer.

Lulu, Lulu! We have to redo the work times.

- Ready? - Ready.

We have to check the piecework.

Boss, I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

Let me see... Very poor performance...

May I?

- 14. - 35.

- 12. - 28.

- 12. - 30.

- 8. - 27.

- 12. - 27.

- 12. - 30.

- 10. - 32.

- 10. - 30.

Stop!

Do you want a cigarette?

You will yield more, won't you?

Production on this machine has to increase from 115 to 320 an hour.

Let's go!

- It's only a question of rhythm. - You are a bastard.

Just think about it!

Bloody southerners!

If he stops the car he wastes time.

Come on.

Can you feel the heat?

- If he takes the piece in motion he saves 3 seconds! - 30.

- Look here. - 45.

Moving piece, 3 seconds...

- 30... - 48...

- 3, 3 and 3 makes 9... - ...seconds.

- It's easy to calculate. - 30. 48.

Listen, Lulu.

You're not going to die in bed. You're going to die here, on the machine.

What difference does it make?

- I'm going to smoke a cigarette, boss. - Yes, okay.

So this machine has to increase production from 200 to 250 an hour, okay?

Boss!

- When do the new times come into play? - Immediately.

- Who says? - The machines said it, and I decide it.

- Well, it doesn't suit us. - Not at all.

Before fixing new times you have to tell us how much we're pocketing.

First you work, then the management decides.

No-no, no management. We have to discuss this immediately.

You want to increase production. Then increase our salaries as well.

In any case, all those who have left their work posts are fined.

Look here. We're not in prison, you know? You have to learn to discuss with us.

You have to discuss with workers!

Everyone fined! Go back to work!

- What are you doing, putting your hands on me! - Go back to work!

You will end badly.

- Ass-licker! - I didn't invent piecework.

Now I'm the inventor of piecework!

Sheep all of them, sheep!

They talk and talk, then at the right moment they shit themselves.

They don't give a damn...

Maybe they have a piece of land. I don't have anything.

If I have strength I work. Only that. I don't care.

I concentrate. I think of Adalgisa's bum.

What a nice bum! Her cheeks look as if they've been sculptured on a lathe.

Young men... look and learn. I'm already concentrated

I'm already in another world.

Think only about the piece. Even if there is no use. Every piece is a hole.

Every hole is a piece. Just don't fall in the hole.

If you don't want to fall in this hole, think of Adalgisa's bum.

Just like I told you in the cafeteria, it's all a matter of technique

I concentrate with my brain... and think of the girl's bum.

Here I go... a piece, a bum. A piece, a bum...

Piece... bum... piece...

- Do you think I'm an ass-licker? - Not with me.

- Who says you're an ass-licker? - An ass-licker is a slave to his boss.

Who knows the boss?

The factory...

It's not like the hairdresser's.

Well, my shop is cleaner than your factory too.

But the boss is there.

And if he feels like it, he can even feel you up.

In the factory... the boss is not there, there's the company.

Switzerland, America.

- Liechtenstein... - What?

You're not well tonight either...

It's re-forming, re-forming.

The return of the ulcer.

Tonight it's ulcer, one night it's headache, another it's backache.

All excuses. I'm fed up.

You have to tell me when you...

Why not?

You're never in the mood.

- I've been taking the pill for 3 months for nothing... - Stop it, stop it.

- Stop it... - You stop it.

No. I say stop.

- Cut it out... - Yes, cut it out, cut it out.

What d'you want to cut?

Where are you going now? Don't go into the living room.

I'm not going to make a mess.

I told you not to go into the living room, stay here.

- Isn't there a TV there also? - You can watch it here.

- Different... - What are you muttering about?

How can you make love with tinned meat?

- Anyway, try and do it. - You would be my beer.

You seem fake.

Fake hair...

- Poor man... it's all real, dear. - No.

- You seem fake... fake hair. - Why should I have fake hair?

- Yes, and fake breasts. - No, it's all my own stuff!

- Fake nails... - All my own stuff, don't look for excuses.

See a doctor instead... See... see a doctor.

What d'you mean I try to find excuses?

Do you think I have a machine between my legs?

I don't remember.

You know what? I only get the urge in the morning...

In the evening, nothing.

In the morning, when I go to the factory, I would even do it 3 times.

But you're not there... you're in the shop.

In the shop...

In the evening nothing...

I don't know... it's probably fatigue.

Damn it! Don't you understand I bust my ass off to make 20 notes more each month?

And they attack me, tease me, they question me.

And I'm the one that suffers... like a beast... like a beast!

- Come on... come on... - Leave me alone.

- Don't behave like this. - Leave me alone.

- My love. - Yes, no...

- Yes, no... - Come here, my love.

- Yes, no... - Keep quiet...

Yes, no...

Yes, why not...

Draw, no... Bum...

Piece... bum...

Workers! The three joint unions call you to fight!

Against the rhythms, against politics.

To fight for health and to earn more money.

And to have more time to be with your children and wives.

When you made 1000 pieces a day they paid you 300 lire for piecework.

Now you make 3000 with the new times and the piecework has remained the same.

This means an increase in profits of millions for the factory.

While for you, prices keep increasing.

Everything is more expensive except our labor which they get for free.

Piecework should be paid more! More pieces, more money!

Less pieces, more money, less work!

Workers! Impose on the unions a revolutionary platform!

Piecework is non-contractable! It must be abolished!

The factory is a prison, and you can escape from prison!

Right now! Or smash everything...

Let's keep our feet on the ground, our aim is to negotiate the piecework contract!

Let's show the owners our strength!

This is the voice of the three joint unions.

We want everything! Today!

You must give us the 10,000 lire this week because we need it.

- No, no... I'm not giving anything. - What d'you mean?

I live with that bitch and maintain her child.

And you live with my wife and keep my child?

No-no, at least Armandino is your child,

whereas that child at home isn't even your relative.

And anyway his father should do that...

But the father doesn't give anything, he refuses to.

He's a clerk, you understand?

I can't behave as if the kid doesn't exit...

Well, I don't care about this... it's your problem, you know...

Of course I'll get by. I won't give anything.

Hey! I was actually thinking about you...

Come on...

Why don't you confess that you were lying about not knowing men?

Come on... a cousin in the countryside?

Hey, you've always got the same thing on your mind?

Why, what d'you expect me to think about... paradise?

And why not?

- It's here paradise... here... - Hey, stop it...

Stop!

- Do you behave like that with your wife as well? - No!

I'll break him...

Slowly... slowly... the money you lose we'll give you... we'll raise a collection.

Massa, they want you on the phone,

- it's the board of directors... - They want you to clean the toilets...

- Yes, by piecework! - You'd have to break your back...

- ...to keep up with me! - Oh, no...

- You'll break your back because I'm not doing piecework... - Your back...

- They'd have to break their backs to keep up with me... - Massa.

- A man's life is long... - Pronti!

Think of old age... when you'll have your back broken...

from arthritis... in a hospital.

With bronchitis... half blind and deaf...

- And without a friend... - I'll smash your skull...

I'll break you...

I'll break you...

I'll smash your head in...

I'll cause a disaster I'll make your guts spill out...

I'll break your back... I'll break your back...

Go hang yourself!

Go... go...

- What happened? - Your finger!

- The finger! Let me see! - What finger? No... it's nothing...

Go back to work!

Massa has injured himself... stop working!

Stop! There's been an accident!

Strike! These are the presents that piecework gives you...

Let's strike together...

- It's nothing... - Strike!

It's just a little scratch... it's nothing...

Calm down, calm down... Let's not lose control...

- Why are you backing down now? - I'm not, I just want to think about it...

- There are other ways... - What ways?

We can call a meeting!

This is the result of piecework!

Corrupt!

You cut our times, and we cut our fingers!

Let's call a meeting!

- I came to see my son. - Come in, come in.

- Is he in the other room? - Yes, he is.

Hello, I came to see Armando.

- Did you hear about the bad news? - What happened?

What? He didn't tell you that I lost a finger?

- Good morning! - Good evening.

Even they didn't know I had lost my finger?

We didn't know anything about it...

- Armando, what are you doing? - Hi, daddy, I'm drawing.

- Even you didn't know that daddy lost his finger? - Let me see!

- Look here! No more finger. - Good heavens!

- So you didn't say anything? - I didn't want to worry anyone.

- Yes, he's right. - What sort of reasoning is that?

One loses his finger... and wants at least his son to know...

A father's finger is always a father's finger for his son.

Yes, but you should also have other things to worry about.

Even with 9 fingers a father should have money for his son.

Unless someone is interested in twisting the truth...

I'm going out.

Where are you going, daddy?

- I'm going to the local branch... - Come back soon, please.

Shouldn't he have called him uncle?

It just comes out like that... spontaneously.

Spontaneous? Brainwashing...

Yeah... I'm stupid... stupid...

To be called father you have to pay... now the father is him.

Grandmother... be quiet.

- Ginevra... can I have a word? - Stay here, my dear...

- Don't you start! - What... No, I won't do anything, who is the father?

- Stay calm and put... - What have I done?

- What have I done? What have I done? - And don't touch me.

What have I done?

Don't do as you always do... don't touch me... leave me...

- Leave me... leave me... - What have I done?

I don't want to anymore... leave me... leave me...

Go, go! You're mad...

Hello, everybody... Cheers!

How is your finger, my love?

It's fine.

Does it hurt today, my love?

You were in the living room yesterday... I've told you many times not to go there.

It was a mess everywhere...

I even found ash on the floor. And then I had to clean it up.

There were 1,000 lire missing last night, my love...

Straighten the cutlery! Aligned!

- Who was it that took 1,000 lire? - It's that guy that robs!

What do you mean that guy!

You took it to give it to your wife... just say it, I won't get upset.

You could have just asked me, I couldn't find the money...

Straight the pepper! Straight!

Arturo saw you take it...

- Tidy up, will you! - Don't get angry with Arturo now.

It was you my love, wasn't it? Tell me the truth.

Watch out that I'll stick it in!

Dirty swine!

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina? How old are you?

- Who's seen Militina? - Who's seen Militina?

- He keeps repeating it! - Who's seen the military?

Hi, Militina! I came to see you.

Did you hear that I lost my finger?

I even brought that book you asked me about.

And also the wage packets... It says...

- Normal hours, 17,400 lire... - Yeah... normal hours...

- Piecework... 9,918... - Wait a second, I'm writing...

You see I've lost my finger?

Look here, chimpanzee Joe from Stockholm...

"Chimpanzee really believes it's a man."

He's the engineer...

- Poor beast! - Come on... let's check it.

- Holidays: 1,600 - 1,600.

- You are pretending to write? - No-no... I'm writing... 17,400.

- Then you tell me why you need this stuff... - Error... error.

- Listen! - Yes, what is it?

- What's the food like? - Like the food in the factory.

It's just the same here, only that at night they don't let me go out.

- But where do you want to go? - To the cafe.

Coffee with the comrades... By the way, do the comrades still talk about me?

- They do, they do... you're still a symbol. - I don't believe it.

- I'm mad, not an asshole... - They keep talking about you, you're a symbol.

So they talk... they talk badly of me, because...

There is always a "but".

- What is this "but"? - "But" means that...

they say nice things about you but when the conversation is over, they add a "but".

And so on they go, destroying... I know our comrades...

Listen... promise you won't get pissed off like last time.

- And why should I get pissed off? - I'm just asking you something...

How did you... I mean... how did you realize you were going crazy?

It is others who decide when one should become mad, but...

to tell you the truth, I arrived before them,

I fooled them... I already had my suspicions.

Suspicion is like a hairy fox, sour, bitchy, mean, reactionary.

- Occasionally I behaved in a strange way. - What do you mean?

At the table, when one eats...

the cutlery...

has to be all nice and straight, in line, you know, like soldiers.

I was at the table, eating,

and in that moment I was dreaming of being in the factory

- I knew it, I knew it... - You would like to know...

- What the hell we produce in the factory? - This I know.

What are all those pieces they make in their millions for?

No-no, I know, I know... I make pieces...

that are necessary for motors...

and these motors then end up in another machine which isn't there...

It's not there?

Imagine that one day, I met the engineer...

I grabbed him by the collar and I said.

"What the hell do we produce in this factory, what are these signs for?"

- Look at me or I'll kill you! - I'm going to call the nurse!

Behave, we're here to reason, why d'you come out with this stuff?

I reason but...

if they didn't take him away I would really have strangled him.

But this, Lulu, is not madness because a man...

a man has the right to know what he's doing,

what he's for.

Yes or no? Am I right?

- Yes, yes. - You see them? You see all those over there?

They were all workers, peasants...

unskilled laborers, builders, policemen, land office employees...

gravediggers, accountants, attendants, drivers...

1st, 2nd, 3rd class workers, even 6th, 8th and 16th...

The rich crazies are not here, they're hidden in private clinics...

and of course, it's understandable...

just imagine if poor people realized that even the rich go crazy!

It would make them cry, wouldn't it?

They're crazy, those guys, leave it alone, don't get involved.

Lulu, it's the money, it all starts there...

We're part of the same group... owners and slaves. Money...

We become mad 'cause we have too little, and then because we have too much.

And so, in this hell, on this planet

full of hospitals, lunatic asylums...

cemeteries, factories...

barracks and buses...

The brain slowly... runs away.

It goes on strike... on strike... Bye bye.

- Have a nice stay. - Thank you.

Strike, strike, strike...

Hey, where are you going?

Away!

- Actually it's me who has to leave... - Sorry, I always get it wrong.

Bye!

Lulu!

When they admit you... bring the weapons.

Comrades, management has suspended 6 workers

following the agitation which aroused your indignation...

for the accident comrade Massa had as a victim of the rhythm of work.

But we will state it clear to the factory's directors and owners.

If they don't remove their suspensions, we united,

we will shift our struggle to a tougher level.

Workers! To the violence of owners, we reply with the violence of workers!

To violence of owners, we respond with the unity of unions...

of all workers... Don't react to provocations.

But who pays those guys?

Union unity! Union unity!

Down with owner slaves!

Wait a second!

Always with these damn things in the ear. I have to ask for some information.

Who are those who were suspended?

- Me, first of all... - Apart from you?

De Simoni, De Antoni, Delori, Magnolia...

And all those supposedly acted the heroes because of my finger?

Yes, for you. For you, for your finger...

- Not for your finger! For class war! - Owners are more arrogant...

- But why didn't they suspend him? - Because he's crafty.

Let's just say I've got the "know how".

- He's got a little too much "know how" for my liking...

Only a few months left!

Union unity! Union unity!

Good morning, workers!

The director wishes you good work.

In your interest, treat the machine you have been given with love.

Take care of it...

Security measures suggested by the factory guarantee your safety.

Your health depends on your relationship with your machine.

Respect its needs...

and don't forget that a machine in good condition means a productive one.

Good work!

Hi, Piero!

Hey, how's it going?

Hey, Lulu!

- Finally! - I lost my finger.

Since you had that accident, production has gone down by 7%.

It's gone down by 7%!

We must do what we did before...

we have to find that spirit of collaboration between you...

which had made our factory a jewel!

In which the interests of the workers and capital combined!

I say this for you, I am a worker like you.

What d'you think? I've got nothing to gain.

We want to destroy everything for a stupid discussion on the timings of piecework?

No-no, and no. I guarantee we are not going back!

We are not going back for some down-and-outs we helped out,

even if it means paying a certain person...

Do you agree?

Lulu, you are with us, aren't you?

- "Militina" says hi. - Okay, and good work!

Go back to work!

You're under the average. Your rhythm is below 80.

Sorry, Mr. Stop-Watch, but I time myself according to my speed of masturbation.

You understand?

- Work, bloody southerner, if you don't want to return amongst pigs.

Beautiful love...

My love, my love, my love...

Fuck love!

At night I sleep...

Lulu, how is your finger?

It's stone-dead...

My love, my love, my love...

Come on! Work! Work!

What shall I do?

Leech! Obey the boss, you have to check me...

Lulu! What are you doing? Your output is very low.

You have to put your back into it,

otherwise you'll lose the piecework bonus. Understood?

Maybe during these holidays you became rusty?

Rusty my foot!

Look here, look at this stuff, look!

Look here.

What did you think, leech? It's not that I can't...

It's that I don't want to!

I have other thoughts in my head.

But your times are like a child's.

A child? Yeah, children who go to school... that is all a fake.

Aren't we treated like children who go to nursery school here?

Or rather, tola reformatory school?

Look, if you continue like this, not only do you lose the bonus

but you go under the average and I have to fine you.

Yes, the fine! The fine! I forgot about the fine!

Why don't you just fine me?

Come on, fine me!

But then you'll have to give me back everything

you stole from me when I was a workaholic.

You'll have to shit everything out! Even the finger!

SOCIAL WORKER

What is this?

A pipe.

- And this? - A trumpet.

And this one?

A calendar, compasses and a flower-pot.

These pencils... always in disorder...

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm happy, you see... I'm happy.

- How's it going with your finger? - The finger is no longer there.

Do you feel impaired?

I don't care... if it's a finger more or a finger less.

Think about this carefully...

- What does this finger make you think of? - Of my dick.

- No. The penis! - You allude to the male organ?

Just that!

So we could say... you feel castrated without that finger.

Look, since the accident my rhythm has increased... I even do it 3 times a night.

Listen, joking apart... what d'you think of me, what have they told you?

I've always liked women... I'm normal, like all the others...

I separated from my wife, because we didn't get on anymore.

With Lidia, the hairdresser I live with, I always turn on just like the first time...

We care for each other.

And she's the sort of woman who would bend over backwards for me.

And we have even saved some money, just imagine!

- You like money? - Of course.

And yet since the accident and maybe because of it,

you show clear signs of problems towards work and therefore money.

- Why? - Yes, exactly, why?

IMPARTIAL

It's red, I got to search you...

- I'm not a thief. - The "Impartial" decides, not us.

I don't give a damn about the signs.

- Check out, Massa. - Take your hands off me!

Workers! Don't let them frisk you! Owner violence follows you everywhere!

- Your body gets frisked like your mind! - What are you saying!

The owners think you are the thieves, but they are the thieves!

We must search the banks where they hide their loot,

amassed with profits and with your blood,

with your lives, with your work. Don't let them search your bodies!

And your minds!

And now where are you going? Are you going to spend your free time?

- Take you hands off the car! - And how do you spend it?

In front of the television? Or talking about football?

Juventus's crisis is unfolding... you have to phone Agnelli

- and make decisions? - Take you hands off the car!

Or maybe time passes and your wife comes home... and what do you tell her?

- Or maybe you find another job... - Take you hands off the car!

- Because the money your boss gives you isn't enough? - Damn you!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Why do you get angry with me?

Get angry with the directors! If you're so strong, get angry with them!

He's beating a workmate!

Tomorrow morning, when you go back to work,

beat a director, if you're brave enough!

Comrade, come on! Come on!

I'll break you! You have to forget it!

Go to your dad, go!

Join us instead of putting on a show!

- Why, can't he just talk? - He must be against the owners!

See the slave going home!

Lulu, what kind of life is this?

- Stop it and go away! - Let him pass!

Slave, slave!

8 hours of work and on Sunday the football game! Shame!

Shame on you! It's the only thing you can do.

You're a slave and nothing else! You understand?

Well, until now only the negative aspect of piecework has been spoken about.

Comrades, are 20,000 lire from piecework in your pay packet a nuisance to you?

I think the piecework is important, I mean...

aren't you glad when you open up

your pay packet and find 20,000 lire from piecework?

Fuck off!

We're fed up of hearing good things about piecework while they exploit us!

We're fed up of this, let's vote!

I'm for the piecework but disputed to the last penny...

- I mean, to obtain the max possible... - Listen! Listen!

I'll repeat...

for those who haven't understood, or have just arrived...

Those in favor

of the immediate abolition of piecework, raise your hand!

1, 2, 3, 4... 12 votes, 12 votes!

Wait! Wait!

- Slaves! Slaves! Slaves! - And now the second vote...

Those in favor of an organized fight leading to negotiation,

through a delegate for piecework,

from time to time, from situation to situation,

raise your hand!

Wait! Listen!

I've got a proposal:

those in favor of an extended strike, raise your hand!

1, 2, 3, 4... 12

Now we take a vote on another proposal. Those in favor of an organized action...

beginning on Monday with a strike for two hours a day... raise you hand!

This is the answer to provocations...

because it's the majority that decides, democratically,

you understand back there?

We can have these meetings 'cause we fought for them and now you're sabotaging them!

Fascists!

No, no... let him talk, please...

It's you, all your fault and through piecework that I got ill!

You don't think about the conditions over there... the humidity! Go and try!

Look at my finger!

- Now I'm going up to talk! - Go, Massa!

I don't know what to call you...

workmen, comrades, workers... I don't know.

Stop it! Come here and talk into the microphone, come here!

I'll just get up there for a moment... The student outside... said

that we come in when it's dark, and leave when it's dark.

What sort of life is ours?

While we're at it, why don't we double the piecework?

Then we can work on Sunday too, maybe we could work also at night...

Actually maybe we could bring in our children and wives.

We force the children to work, while our wives stuff a sandwich in our mouths.

And we just go on and on without a break, on and on!

We go on for these few damn lire, until we die!

And so from this hell... with no break...

we pass directly to that other hell, which is the samething anyway!

Listen carefully, Massa, you're all talk now...

but where were you when we, with the trade union comrades,

created the Union in this factory?

- Answer? - Where was I?

Where was I? I was a piecework laborer.

I followed the politics of the unionists,

I worked for productivity, I increased output, increased it!

Hurray! You're right!

And now what have I become? I've become a beast, a beast...

You are a beast, not us!

The student outside says... he says.

That we are like machines! Understood? That I am a machine!

I am a pulley, I am a bolt, a screw,

I am a drive belt, I am a pump!

But for me, my pump is broken,

and there's no way of fixing it now.

I propose this:

for everyone to leave work immediately!

And those who don't immediately leave work now, are blacklegs!

He is a shitty bastard!

Massa! Wait, listen to me...

The breaking up of union unity...

- Excuse me... - ...which we conquered with great effort...

...falls within the political game played by the owners... We all have to be united

if we really want to win.

Extremist and adventurous politics would be to right wing's advantage...

Therefore try to understand! Comrade Massa!

Let's all try to understand, we have to remain united! United!

Look at the tramps how they run! They're waiting for workers!

Shitty workers!

Go and have fun, you who have money!

Waiting for workers, look how they run!

- How did it go? - I said what I had to... a few concepts.

They're still going in, those guys!

Come on! Let's go to the other side!

Corrupt! Fascists! Cowards!

Ass-lickers!

- At what time does this shift end? - Now!

To the gates! To the gates!

Here we are. Look, there's nothing here.

I used to work here, with paints.

It's empty now. The owner is in prison. For fraudulent bankruptcy.

- We'll stop here, put on the heat. - But I'm cold!

- Listen, is it really your first time? - Well, you'll find out now...

Let's not waste time, we'll strip, put our clothes back there...

Come on, we'll be fine here... We're alone...

- But how do you do it? I'm scared. - Scared? Come on...

- But you'll hurt me... - No, let me guide you.

- You're not going to hurt me? - No, I won't do anything... come on...

- If I feel bad you'll help me? My boots... - Put them behind...

- I'm ready... - Wait, wait...

I haven't taken anything off. I have to take everything off... trousers...

Hey! I have a mini-bar here!

I don't drink... I'm scared...

Scared of what? Throw it down, throw it down!

- Why are you taking your trousers off? - I'm also taking off my underwear.

- No, not underwear, wait... - Everything, everything.

- Keep something on, it's sexier. - Yes, I'll keep my panties on.

- I'm taking everything off. - I want a kiss.

- Take off your watch... - No, not that...

- It scratches... - Who knows what will happen?

No, no, nothing will happen. It's good for you.

- Now get on top of me, rotate and get up... - But I'll hit my head!

- But it's complicated. - No, it's not complicated...

- Look out for the gear-shift! - Yes, I know.

Be very careful...

- Now I bring the seat down... - Ouch! The steering wheel!

Ouch! The gear! Listen, I'm scared.

- Come on! No need to be scared. - Yes, but...

- Look, look, only this arm here. - But I'm embarrassed!

- It's nothing special... - The gear!

Ouch...

- Is that better? - Yes...

- Which hand? Where? - Take your hand away.

Take it away... Like that!

- You're hurting me! - No, it's nothing...

Come on... Did I hurt you just now?

- Yes! You hurt me! - No, I didn't do anything.

- No-no, wait, now you're hurting me. - I can't move...

- Calmly... - Where do I go?

- The leg, no? - The leg!

Come on, listen to me, I've got experience...

- Put... - Where?

- Where do I put it? - The foot?

If you put your foot... no, there's the steering wheel.

- And I have got the gear! - There! What's the problem?

Come here. Come here!

Give me... give me the other foot...

Rest it there...

My hair... my hair...

Hair... in my mouth...

How damn cold it is!

There you go, it's over! Over!

It's over.

Nice. I've had it for a year but I still look at it.

Nothing to say... perfect car...

You have no idea what pleasure you gave me, because between you and me...

that ugly bitch doesn't turn me on anymore!

So I thought I could end up like Militina...

I had blamed the factory... all day there... working hard! I mean...

- How is it possible at 31 years? - I didn't feel anything.

Yes, you felt nothing...

I just feel pain, that's all... and now?

Now what?

- Is this love? - Love? Love...

You make love... And when it's done it's done. And then one comes to his senses.

Exactly. Like animals?

Like animals.

I've got feet, hands, eyes and a dick, just like animals...

The sexiest thing is that when you've done it... you've done it.

Go to hell.

Take me home. I have to wash myself.

Women... the first time they don't feel anything.

They feel it when they are 30.

There's no need to insult me.

You should pay your Lulu for this nice job.

Reality is reality... there's nothing else.

EVERY HOUR IS AN HOUR OF OUR LIFE

Comrades, your meeting has decided to strike for 2 hours a day

for the regulation of piecework.

The three joint unions invite you not to react to provocations...

- Two hours aren't enough to fix the problem! - Come!

Workers! Don't let yourselves be fooled!

No, no! Enough of these provocations!

The factory should become the center of your power!

- Why the police? It's a peaceful strike! - Calm down.

We have to guarantee freedom of work!

Workers, comrades! Do not accept provocations.

Calm down! Neither from the police nor from the extremists!

Workers! They have called the police... because they want to fight.

We have to fight united against the exploitation of workers!

Workers! Follow the example of your comrades that are here with us!

Two hours of striking are useless! Better to stay outside all day and night!

I'd rather work in the toilets! For 106,000 lire a month, I'd die!

- What are your intentions? - Today no one goes in. Not even the directors.

But the police is around. What are we to do?

The police are always around.

- And if there isn't, some bastard always calls them. - Of course!

The factory works when we are inside.

But if we are outside, why would the directors go inside?

Yes, okay. But the moment hasn't arrived for us yet

neither here nor anywhere to create a confrontation!

- For you there's never been time for confrontation... - That's true!

Neither with the owners nor with the police!

Listen... I still don't understand you...

We'll go on striking two hours a day 'til we get what we demand, is that clear?

At the meeting we decided two hours, not a revolution! Two hours!

- Which side are you on? - I stand for--

- Calm, calm... - Today the directors will not enter!

Let's go.

Form the picket lines up here!

Security gang comrades, go to your posts.

Comrades! The worker-students committee,

calls you to fight for the abolition of piecework!

No one must go into the factory, not even the directors!

Outside, outside in the cold with us!

These directors who organize your exploitation.

Comrade workers! Picket lines are the strength of the working class!

The expression of class discipline!

Everyone must be in the picket lines.

Blacklegs must smash into the strength of joint unions!

Let them get out of their cars!

Make way, make way... let them pass!

Let us see who they are! Let them show their faces!

My God! These guys will get on! I hate... hate violence!

Workers! Let's unite! We mustn't let anyone get through!

Where are you going? It's dangerous...

Get down! I'll pull off your ear! What are you going to do?

- What are you going to do in there? - No, not the ears!

Give me the microphone...

- Tell everyone what you're going to do in there! - I'm not going!

- What d'you mean you're not going? - Inside...

You're not going inside... so you stay here...

Stay here... here with us... he's not going inside.

Come on... let's pull him up... tell the others you're not going inside!

Go back! Back... back!

Calm... stay calm...

I'm saying this in your interests...

Calm, stay calm!

Good morning, engineer, there's a bit of disorder here,

a workers' strike, just go ahead we'll take care of everything...

Engineer, don't do this to me!

Where are you going?

Help! Help!

Murderer!

Watch out, Lulu!

Come on!

Lulu!

I'm a clerk, a blackleg... I have nothing to do with this!

- Yes? - It's me.

- Are you alone? - Who should I be with?

- Here, take this. - Come in.

You got hurt again?

But--

Come on...

this is my wife.

She works at a hairdresser's.

- These are my comrades. - Who are they?

They're students, aren't they?

- Arturo! - Leave him there, he'll learn something.

He's a student too, isn't he?

Out!

- What a race we ran! - My house full of strangers...

I'm missing something, I'm sure of it... the brooch with the dog.

- At least we meet people. - Yes, what nice faces we see!

If you heard how they talk, you won't understand a word!

- I'm missing the brooch... - Which one's that?

There it is.

They're fugitives.

You brought those tramps here so you weren't alone with me?

We've made fools of ourselves... and take this off your head.

Come on. Come and join us.

- Who is it? - It's me.

- Come in! - Hey, there... we're so hungry here.

The engineer collapsed and they took him to a doctor.

- All the newspapers are talking about it! - In the crime pages, obviously.

Where is the kitchen?

8 wounded among the police... we had 20 bruised.

You're going to make a sandwich there?

Hey! You were photographed!

Now the police have got you, what do you think of this town now?

Those who favor dismissal are isolated, beaten!

- Lidia... be good... - Now you are going too far.

I forgot to tell you that these fugitives will be here for two or three nights...

- Hey, let me see! - Yes, sorry. There's TV...

- Are there any eggs? - No, there are none left.

The theory is correct. Struggle creates unity.

If we had a strong revolutionary party,

we would at a decisive clash within a few months...

The workers are ready for power, piecework my foot!

The workers? This guy is totally incapable!

I know what workers are like, communism my ass...

Listen... go and borrow a few eggs from the neighbors. Be a good girl.

You go and get them yourself, here's your communism--

- What's communism go to do with it? - It's got something to do with it.

Because after you behave like that...

When you get the power to govern, what will you do? What will you do?

We'll get rid of all the bosses obviously!

What would you be without a boss? A starving wreck!

Instead, they've given us everything, your future is certain with bosses...

What are you saying? What are you talking about?

Let her talk!

She cuts out the pictures of Agnelli, she does!

- Why don't you talk? - It's impossible to speak to you anymore.

- Let's hear what she's got to say... - We've got freedom of speech, haven't we?

Here's your communism and freedom...

I'll talk because I'll never become a communist! Never!

Because I'm for freedom, you understand!

And I like mink, and one day I'll have it,

because I deserve it, you understand? Because I work!

I've worked since I was 12 and I deserve it because I'm good...

Poor Arturo!

Go, Arturo! Go with you mom, she'll buy a fur coat for you too!

Agnelli will buy you a mink coat...

To think that even Lenin exploited her...

Poor girl!

There's no wondering... it's proof of our analysis.

Exactly the sort of contradictions that explode in this sort of family!

The average proletarian is exploited in the factory

but he models himself on the examples he gets from the TV...

- ...from newspapers... cinema... - Of course, of course...

He lives in misery but always imitating his exploiter.

- Mommy, why are we leaving? - Because I say so!

What d'you want to do? What d'you want now?

- No-no! Put this stuff back! - Leave me alone!

Is that a way of paying me back for all the times I've forgiven you?

- Look, I'll get the fur coat for you. - Your jacket, Arturo!

- Stop it! - I didn't say a word.

Tell your mom! What did I say? Did I say anything?

We've made fools of ourselves in here!

Stop it! I can't take it anymore! Arturo, come with me!

Stay here with us. Even the students are here!

- He's not your father... You idiot! - No, not the kid!

- Not the kid! - Enough of this sham, hypocrites!

Go with your mom... we've already made fool of ourselves in here.

What are you crying about? Lulu just pretends to care about you.

Don't you remember the slaps he gave you? Stop it!

- We're leaving... She'll call the police. - That's ridiculous.

- She's not going to call anyone! - She went to call the police!

She votes for the Christian Democrats but she's good... please...

Do tell him, you know her... please!

Fuck off.

Don't get offended, Lulu, we'll see you later.

See you at Oreste's.

It is 7:45... go back to work calmly, but remember,

watch out for provocations and don't play the owner's game.

There will be a workers meeting in the cafeteria,

with representatives from the three joint unions, thank you!

Watch out for provocations! Don't accept the unionist blackmail.

The unionists are the slaves of the owners!

They are reformists!

React to the violence of the owners with revolutionary violence!

Sabotage production and refuse to work!

Workers! Don't be taken for a ride!

- You can't come in... - What d'you mean I can't come in?

- There is a letter for you. - What letter? Why can't I come in?

They're not letting me in!

There! You see what happens with your extremism?

- That's the result of your provocations! - A worker is not a daddy's boy!

- I won't do anything. - Lulu!

- You see? I've lost my job! - Call a meeting!

First they run me over, then they fire me!

They want me dead! Strike!

Strike, comrade workers! Let's go on strike!

- To the meeting! - Wait for us, Massa!

This one they will pay for... let's have a meeting!

But a worker like me. Where do I go?

Where are we going? Are we going to school?

To the theater? To the cemetery? To be screwed? To our moms?

Where do we go? Where? Where?

- Where's the little one with the beard? - At the Pisacane secondary school.

What do you mean at the Pisacane? I lost my job!

Lulu! Lulu! Who made you do it?

Come on! Did you go off your head? Who made you do it?

And to think you were the engineer's favorite! Have you gone mad?

Go away! Go away! Stay calm, Lulu!

Go and see a doctor. There are good ones in town.

- Go home and sleep! - Go, Lulu!

Massa! Massa!

Listen. The meeting is long and tough...

- Listen... don't get discouraged. - Tell me the truth.

Wait for me at the exit. At the exit, Massa!

At the exit?

What's the result? Is it good?

Listen, Lulu. The meeting has rejected the proposal of a long-term strike.

- Now we will try again. - Rejected it?

We'll talk to the workers... we'll try again and maybe we can convince them...

The meeting has decided not to leave the current plan.

- I knew it, I knew it... - You know what they're like.

You see, Lulu, the situation is about regulating piecework,

it's not about making a revolution... you are always doing u-turns.

Each time we go on strike, it's not only the owner who loses out,

we don't bring home any money either...

The money! 10,000 lire for maintaining the kid, I'll give it to you!

And give the kid this letter... and tell him to frame it!

They rejected it.

I can't keep it, he needs it. Go and give it to him!

Lulu, I assure you that the unions will defend you to the end.

- I don't care. - But be careful. Help us.

- Try and understand. - What do I care?

Isolation is nasty, Lulu... be careful.

Now I have to go inside. Stay calm.

This is an occupied school!

The students are discussing essential problems in their life!

They discuss politics.

Parents are asked to leave and return to their houses!

- To watch TV! To argue with maids... - Excuse me! Excuse me!

He knows me. I'm the guy from the B.A.N. I lost my job, my finger. You remember?

- Where do I go? - Over there!

Why do you let him in? Why can he go in?

- Are they students as well? - We are Sicilian immigrants.

Look at him over there...

Hey, it's me, Lulu... it's me.

- Did you hear I lost my job? - I know, I know...

You're sleeping here. But this morning you could have come over there...

We can't be everywhere.

- But you at least? - I do what I can... there are still few of us.

Yesterday we were in the workshop. Today we are in the schools.

And tomorrow maybe we'll be in the south working as farm hands...

Yes... in the madhouse with Militina...

With our work, we try to make contradictions explode.

- To change this way of life... - You've changed me 'cause I lost my job.

While you obey your boss no one touches you...

then you become aware and you're fucked up.

But you already knew it, didn't you, Lulu? It's nothing new to you.

I'm not stupid. Even I know how things stand.

Leave now! Because...

Let's go in front of the factory with these students...

- We are divided and there aren't many of us. - Not many?

I must eat! You understand?

You should know that you can always find food.

I don't want charity...

Forget it. Look, I'll just... get on with it! It's all the same to me.

Yours is an individual, personal case, and that's not what interests us.

We want a class-based story... you want a personal story? You want mine?

What do I care about a personal story?

Look me in the face. I'm 30 years old. Look at my condition!

- Don't shout! - I've done 3 exams, I'm sick with pyorrhoea.

- I got intoxicated by paint... - And I have pyorrhoea, right?

- Massa, we were waiting for you. - Where did you pop out from?

- What do I have to do now? - I don't care what you have to do.

Do whatever you like. There are a thousand ways to live.

Try to change. Not live as you used to.

Stay here with us. Now you're unemployed, you can do what you like.

Anyway, you can always find something to eat.

If you feel like it, you can even be a full-time activist.

- Listen... - Don't try and be funny. Keep your hands off!

- Massa, you will be hired again! - Look, I've already...

I've taken decisions that... I know what I have to do for myself...

Goodbye and best wishes again!

- Massa, why don't you stay here? - Are you a student?

- Yes, it's true, I'm a student-- - You're a student!

Of course! I work and I pay my studies! Don't talk crap.

- And what are you, a student too? - Me? Why?

- Tell everyone to leave... - Why don't you stay here?

- You must stay with the students. - Yeah... with the students!

Well done, stay here and study...

The worker has to make it alone... and even for three.

Before you didn't have anything to do in the factory...

- You can't go away like this! - I'm going to Switzerland.

We will need to fight so they hire you again. Why're you leaving?

- Don't isolate yourself! It's better for you... - Study well--

Fuck off!

You all look like little workers!

What are you doing around here?

Nothing. I'm here. I came to see you.

I'm glad. Mother never comes to pick me up at school.

I go home alone.

Instead I came to meet you... didn't I?

And your son Armando... what's he doing? Is he with you?

I haven't seen him for a while.

- One day we'll go around together. - I don't know if mom let me go with you.

She has such a temper!

What does she say about me now, your mother?

She always says "That idiot!", and then she cries.

Why do you always shout?

You like to be with me?

You look like small workers!

Which way are you going?

- I go that way. - And I go this way... bye.

- See you! - Yeah...

The storm that moved over the Atlantic, moved slowly towards Kazakhstan.

It's been raining piss for 2 days all over Lombardy,

- 100 people dead and 10 missing. - 20.

Vieri, Burnich, Facchetti, Suarez, Amarildo, Lodetti.

- How is your brother? - He's fine...

If you knit your eyebrows, you'll devise a stratagem.

But... if you want to become mad, believe me...

you have to return to the factory.

I became mad in the factory.

Down with this wall... the wall...

Down, down...

Down with this wall!

Down, down...

Down, down...

I brought that stuff.

The wall!

Wall...

Wall...

Massa! We got our first victory! They transferred the engineer!

Lulu! We know you're there! Come out!

Open up! What are you doing in there alone?

- Come out! Go back to the factory! - Lulu, the comrades need you!

Now you're a symbol, you have to come out, all the comrades are waiting for you!

You know that 30% of the workers went on strike today?

You have to come out... to the gates!

Lulu, you have to participate in the fight if you want to be hired again!

Come out, come on!

I'm selling everything.

Clearance... Switzerland.

Emigrate... emigrate...

Couple in love... 8,500.

1,500, if they give it to me... two days' work.

Gilt small table with foreign print.

30 hours work.

5,000 lire.

Picture of a clown... 10 hours... 24,000 lire,

3,000, 5,000.

Radio-book of "Promessi sposi"...

10,000 in Switzerland, 15,000 in Milan, they'll think I'm crazy.

Crystal vase... plastic flowers.

2,000 lire.

This one... even brings bad luck.

Various animals... prizes.

All assets.

If I meet the guy who made all this stuff.

Kitchen wizard opens cans, prepares mayonnaise, sharpens knives.

Magic moment.

The magic of candlelight, with Ronson candles...

Fuck off!

If I meet the guy who thought of making this stuff...

it gives me a headache!

Four alarm clocks? I've got 4 alarm clocks. Why?

A museum.

Where did I put them? Bills of exchange, memories...

One day I'll put myself in here as well.

Damned cow!

Damned cow...

Look for them! Here they are.

Nice packet, packet of stocks.

Shares...

One day I'll put myself in there, embalmed. Go in there... damn it!

What are you doing? Are you testing me? You're falling now?

Being a ghost? Do you want to scare me?

I'll break you! What are you testing?

I'll break you!

He tests me!

Who are you testing?

Look, mom! The duck exploded.

Wall... the wall

Wall... the wall.

- Who is it? - It's us! Open up!

- Isn't your dad here? - Yes, he is.

Quickly, wake him up! Tell him it's important!

- What is it? - There's a man.

- Lulu, there are people! - There's a man who wants to speak with you.

- He said it was important. - Who is it?

- Excuse me... - It's two or three of them...

Come in!

- Sorry. It's something important. - Come on, Daddy, get dressed.

Who is it?

Come into the living room, Lulu will come right away.

- Thank you. - Come in

Lulu! We did it!

You have been hired again! You're going back to work!

We signed tonight, at 2:00. We got everything! Even on piecework!

Lulu, your contribution was decisive!

- Well? Aren't you happy? - I'm happy.

You want some "grappa"?

I told you we would succeed.

- You told me. - This is the result of union unity.

Just imagine, it's the first time in the province

that they re-hire a worker fired for political reasons. Thank you.

- Important, isn't it? - Damn! The first time?

- And Militina... - Who is Militina?

They didn't hire him again?

Those were other times... today we are much stronger,

more aware. Today we scare them. Don't we, Lulu?

Lulu, you see? Are you happy?

I am.

- You, come in too... - Come in, Bassi!

You want coffee? I'll go and make coffee.

Well, then... to your health! Cheers!

Cheers!

- Is it true? - Of course.

Worker comrades! We achieved the goals we set ourselves!

The re-hiring of Massa, and the regulation of piecework.

But the fight has not ended... it continues on the factory floor.

Check the output times!

Today, after 8 hours of hard labor, you will come out

and will be dark again! The sun won't shine for you today...

- Are you glad? - Yes, I am.

You might see a little of it if the boss gives you permission!

Workers! Rebel!

What you've gained today is not because of the unions!

But because of your will to fight! Fight with us students!

Your immediate aim is, and will be, everything and at once!

Work! Slaves!

Work! Slaves!

You misbehaved so they put you on the assembly production line!

Look at man's destiny!

I was dreaming... Hey! You hear me? I'm talking to you!

What?

- I was there dreaming! - Dreaming of what?

- A wall! - Massa, you dreamt...

What are they saying? I don't understand? I can't hear!

- Massa dreamt of a wall! - He dreamt of a well!

I was there dreaming of a wall... I was... I was dead, wasn't I?

- What? - I died!

- Massa dreamt that he was dead! - Who died?

I was buried alive and Militina came up... - Massa died? Nice dream!

- Militina? - At a certain point, Militina says...

- He explains... - He says he died!

- Who, Militina? - Militina died!

- He died in the lunatic asylum! - No, Militina didn't die!

- Militina says... he shouts... - What did Militina say?

- He says... let's break everything an go in! - We're going in!

Yeah, let's break everything and take over paradise!

Where is that? Where?

I don't know that, behind the wall... on the other side of paradise...

He says, let's break everything and go inside

I don't say anything... and anyway... I have a tremendous vision!

Just imagine! There was a guy with his head in one place and his body 10 meters away.

I still remember it. Down with this wall!

Down with this wall! Down with the wall!

And the wall went down!

- It went down. - Yes, but what was there?

Behind that wall?

- There was fog. - What fog?

Yes, but what was there in this fog?

At first nothing. Then I started to look, and I saw Militina come out of it.

- Militina! - Who is Militina?

A guy at the lunatic asylum.

Then I saw a manual laborer, an idiot with a missing finger.

And I said "Who is that?" And I thought, "But that's me! Holy shit!"

Try to fix it! You all came forward one by one...

I was there too?

We were all there... in the wall... In the dust, in the fog...

- But what does it mean? - What does it mean?

3, 6, 42, three winning numbers...

Hey, Napoli! 6, 7, 42!

6, 7, 42!

Wow, he's slow that guy. What does it mean?

It means that if there's a wall to knock down we knock it down, no?

Wow, he's slow that guy! Damn...

- I understand! - But I don't understand, who you are, what you want...

I want to knock down the wall immediately, that's who I am!

- I was there? - I don't know, I think so...

In the fog? In paradise? Is there fog in paradise?

- Was I there? - I don't know if you were there!

- What do I care? - Why don't you have nice dreams?

- Was I at the madhouse? - Look! I wasn't there either...

- Behind the wall? - There was no one there! Forget what I said!