Original subtitles

Partisans!

"La Scintilla" - "The Spark"

Come on, get the typewriter!

- My God! - Look out, Silvio! - Who is it?

A DIFFICULT LIFE

Remember, Mrs. Pavinato at the hotel "Leon d'oro".

- Tell her the Tisico sent you. - Goodbye and thank you. - Bye, Silvio.

Look out, the Germans are over there.

Not there, the hotel is the other way.

Watch out... the Germans.

- Heil, Hitler. - Heil, Hitler.

Is the landlady in?

Mom.

Mom.

- Mrs. Pavinato? - Yes, what can I do for you?

The Tisico sent me. You own a flour mill; could you give me the keys?

- Why? - There are five of us, we need a safe house.

- Who are you? - I'm Silvio, a partisan journalist...

...writing for "La Scintilla". I need your flour mill.

Get out! I don't want to have anything to do with you.

- You even stole salami from me. - Mind what you say.

I am no thief, I am an officer and a university student.

I look like this because the Germans are hunting for me.

I don't want to have anything to do with you.

For three nights I've been sleeping in a cemetery, and I have terrible toothache.

If you don't give me the keys, I'll smash the door down!

I'm fighting the Germans and I must be helped!

Are the Germans here?

Hands up!

- What's that? - A typewriter; I'm a writer.

- You're a partisan! - No, I'm a writer. An artist, a novelist.

Madam, you speak German. Help me, he's going to kill me.

You can't kill me just like that, you must give me a trial.

You need no trial, you Italian traitor!

- You've been firing at my German comrades. - My God!

Hey.

You killed him with the iron?

Where are you going?

- You murderer, what have you done? - It was her. - Elena?

What's going on?

In my room IS NO hot water.

Quick, hot water for lieutenant Franz.

- Leave now. - Where to? - Now!

Come with me. Run!

- Any Germans there? - Run!

Where are you running to? This way.

- What are you doing? - I'm taking the keys.

- Whose house is this? - This is my grandfather's flour mill. It's abandoned now.

- The Germans won't find you here. - You're right. - Get inside.

Quick.

- Let's hide the machine gun. - Yes, take it.

We'll put it here.

It's very nice here, I like it.

- Thanks, you saved me. - Hey!

What is it, are you afraid of me?

Are you a servant? Do you work in that hotel?

Servant? No way. I'm the landlady's daughter.

- And you? What about you? - I'm a student.

- You come from the South? - No, from Rome.

- You're a Roman? - Yes.

- How did you end up here? - I was second lieutenant in Como.

Then came the 8th of September, my regiment was dismantled...

You're shaking. Are you cold? Afraid?

No, I have a neuralgia swelling in my cheek, closing my eye.

I'm in pain because of the humidity. I also have a cough.

- Is it bronchitis? - Chronic bronchitis.

Do you have lice?

No, I'm clean; I wash myself almost every day.

This fabric is itching me, it's mutton wool.

- Let's go. - What?

- Let's go. - Where? - This way!

You can rest here, then tonight, when it's dark, you can move on.

- Whose bed is this? - My grandfather's. - Wonderful!

- I haven't slept in a bed for four months. - Where do you usually sleep?

Where we print the newspapers or under bridges, in barns, in cemeteries.

Every night we change place, so the Germans don't find us.

Let me make the bed.

I'm distressed, because for three nights I've been sleeping in a cemetery...

...in a grave, next to a dead man. - Holy Mother!

- Here, get in bed. - How nice! Tomorrow morning I'll move on.

- Where are you heading? - I'll catch up with my comrades, they need me.

I write the articles, they're a bunch of misers.

They're brave, but illiterate.

Go to sleep now.

Later I'll get you some hot milk and an aspirin.

- Bring me a cigarette too. - OK.

- What's your name? - Elena.

- What's yours? - Silvio.

Thank you, Elena, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life.

- What are you doing? - I haven't seen a woman in months. Stay with me.

- No, I'm going to the hotel. - Should I come too? - No.

Well, I'll get my sleep now, and tomorrow at dawn I'll leave.

- Goodbye. - Close the door.

Radio newscast. From the Don to the deserts of Africa, calmness reigns.

Even in the trenches, Christmas is celebrated.

The F�hrer has made assurances that this will be the last Christmas of the war.

Victory is certain.

- What a nice beard you have! - Do you like it?

My grandparents slept in this bed for 40 years.

- 40 years, always together? - Yes, until they died.

Give me a cigarette.

And mommy, what does she say? Does she know we're together?

- No, she thinks you're dead. - Dead?

Everyone thinks you're dead, even the Germans.

You've been keeping me here for three months. My newspaper doesn't come out any more.

It's worse than being dead.

- Did you hear steps? - Is it your mother? - I don't know, I'll go take a look.

- Who is it? - Your friends, the partisans.

- Look at them! Pippo, Lepre, the Vampiro. - Which one is the Vampiro?

That's him! Look - all the comrades I was with. I'm leaving.

- Where? - I must go.

- You said you would leave tomorrow. - You've held me here for three months.

- I want to call out to them. - Let them go, they haven't seen you.

Pinza, Pedro, Aquila!

- Close it, or you will catch bronchitis. - They're gone.

It's freezing! They're gone. What do I do now?

- Get in bed. - In bed? - Yes, it's cold.

- I should have gone with them. - Why, don't you like it here with me?

No, I'm fine.

It's an old country house, but it's fine.

What's your house in Rome like?

It's big, and there's a large window looking out onto the Tiber river.

- Shall we go and live there? - Sure, if it hasn't been requisitioned.

- What will you do after the war? - I'll be a journalist.

I will write... I already have a novel in mind.

Did you hear? Shooting.

Those are my friends! It's Barbetta! He makes the explosives.

They blew up the Central.

And I'm here, in bed with you! You scoundrel!

- Hey, Vampiro! - Who's there?

- Silvio. - Where have you been?

I've been sick, I had bronchitis and other pains,

but an old woman rescued me and nursed me. Now I'm coming with you.

She's been like a mother to me. She's given me ham and salami.

Be quiet. If the old lady awakens, she won't let me leave. She's become too attached!

Flour! Let's go.

- It's freezing! - Wait until you're up in the mountains!

"Throw the Americans out of Rome"

- Who has typeset " Throw the Americans out of Rome"? - I have.

- Who gave you the order? - Magnozzi. - Silvio.

- The article was "The Americans in Rome". - It's better like that!

- Let me do it my way! - You have already made them requisition the newspaper twice.

Simonini, don't worry about it, let the director decide.

Yes, director?

Did you read the article?

The title? "Throw the Americans out of Rome".

No? Should I go easier on them? I'd go for the hard way.

Please, tell me. I don't have a sense of reality?

I must "keep my feet on the ground"?

Sometimes I can't control myself. Whenever I can... You want Simonini?

Right away. Simonini, the director wants to talk to you.

- Hello? You're always hungry! - That's not true.

No, no. The gold of Dongo? They found it in the Como Lake?

- Very good. I must leave straight away? - Tell him I'm coming with you.

I'll take Magnozzi with me.

- No? - I know those places; I was a partisan.

- He knows the area; he was a partisan. - Sure!

Very well.

- What did he say? - He said OK.

- When do we leave? - Right away.

- He said "right away" - Yeah.

- "The Americans in Rome", then. The director is sending me to Dongo. - So what?

7 months after the end of the war,

we are here, where the tragedies of war and fascism took place.

The search for the famous treasure of Dongo has been futile...

...and the journalists are returning to their quarters.

Get away! It may blow up!

- Get us some water! - Water!

On that mountain there's a flour mill...

...where I spent a wonderful time with a woman. A beautiful black-haired woman.

See that village? She lives there.

- The one who killed a German with an iron? - Yes.

Her hotel is over there.

- How can we get there? - It takes ten minutes by ferry.

- Does she have any sisters? - One; she was little.

Let's go there; we can eat, sleep for free, and spend a nice evening.

I can't meet her.

I promised to marry her and take her to Rome.

I ran away instead, one night whilst she was sleeping.

I never even sent her a postcard.

Hello? Hotel Leon d'Oro? Miss Elena?

- This is not her? - Is it her mother? - Her sister. - Hand it to me.

Hello, Iris? This is Silvio.

Yes, I'm alive.

- Don't get mom, get Elena. - How old is she?

- She was 13. - So now she's about 15. Tell her to bring her too. - No! Shut up!

Hello, Elena? My love! No, I'm not dead.

I'm a few kilometres from you.

What are you doing, my love, are you crying?

She's crying, she can't talk.

- How I like that! - If her sister is too young, she can bring a friend.

Hello, Elena?

Speak, tell me something!

Two cases of beer? What are you saying?

Her mom's there. She doesn't want her to know that she's talking to me.

- Why didn't I write? Well... - "I will explain it all to you later"

- I will explain everything. - " We'll stay out till late". - Leave me alone!

I wasn't talking to you. I'm not alone. Let me speak!

You don't know what I went through! I will tell you everything when we meet.

- "W e'll stay out till late". - Yes!

I never graduated, I'm a journalist.

I came here just to see you.

I want to meet you again. So much, my love.

No, we came by car... she's asking what kind of car.

You'll see it later.

I'm coming right now. I'm taking the ferry; we'll meet at the quay.

- Tell her to bring a friend. - OK, I'll tell her!

Elena, do you have any friends?

Bring a friend with you. I'm here with my colleague, a journalist.

He's very nice... I'm telling her.

We can go out with him, if you don't mind.

We can go dancing, have a good time.

- "A nd stay out till late". - Shut up!

Elena, let's meet anyway... at the quay.

She said she's getting married. She thought I was dead.

- So they're not coming? - Yes, she's coming.

- Silvio, look at that rough woman! - That's her!

- Where's the other one? - Elena!

- Her friend. - I don't know.

Elena!

- You shaved your beard? - Yes, don't you like it?

That was the only nice thing you had. Now you seem a different person.

Good evening, I'm Simonini, a colleague. Why did you come alone?

- Why, who should I have come with? - I didn't want him to be single tonight.

- I wanted us to spend a nice evening. - Together.

- Sure, thanks! I came here only to give you back your stuff. - Perfect.

- The typewriter, your laundry. - She washed it.

Your papers. Everything you left at the flour mill when you ran away.

- I had to go and do my duty. - Good luck with your career.

I hope I never see you again.

- What should I do? - Let her go. What a bad temper!

- Hold this. - Come here.

Elena! Wait!

Why are you behaving like this?

Is it true you're getting married? Why didn't you wait for me?

Bastard! That's no way to behave!

I killed a man to save your life,

we lived together for three months, and then you just ran away.

I was wrong, I admit it.

How many promises you made to me, and how many beautiful words you said to me!

You even wrote poems for me!

You said you couldn't live without me,

that you needed me more than bread and water.

And now you call me, two years later, just to spend a nice evening together!

Here's your nice evening!

Elena.

I've been a bastard, but I will not allow you to marry another man.

- Who's going to stop me? - I am.

- It's too late. - No.

- How beautiful you are! Give me a kiss. - No.

Let's go to the flour mill, we'll spend a wonderful night together.

Then you can come to Rome with me, if you want to.

I won't go to the flour mill, you'd run away once more!

No, I came here on purpose, to tell you how much I love you.

You know what? If you really love me,

I'm coming with you. But not to the flour mill, to Rome!

To Rome? When?

Right now.

- Will your mother agree? - No. - So?

I'm running away. Iris!

I told you he'd take me to Rome with him.

- Here's Elena's suitcase. - Perfect.

- Tell mom we love each other. - What about your fianc�?

- To hell with him and his millions! - Right.

- Bye, Iris. - Bye.

- Goodbye, Silvio. - Bye, Iris.

Let's go.

- The ferry's leaving! - Just a moment, we're coming.

Come on, Silvio!

- What are you doing with that suitcase? - Elena's coming to Rome with me.

- Are you crazy? - No, I had to do it sooner or later.

- Are you serious? - Yeah, I've made up my mind and I'm happy.

What's it to you?

Let me take it.

Let's go. Elena.

- Bye. - Isn't that your car?

No, it belongs to the newspaper. Duck down, lower your head.

Come.

- Welcome back! - Dear Biancona.

Come on, Elena.

Excuse me, my love. Allow me.

Please, go inside.

Make yourself at home.

Put down your suitcase, make yourself comfortable.

- Where's the kitchen? - There isn't one, I always go to the restaurant, the trattoria.

So, do you like it?

Do you want to go back to your mom's?

No.

Republic or Monarchy?

- Silvio. - Hi, Elena, wait for me there, I'm coming right away.

- Director, have a look at this title. - Very good.

- Should we add "T he king must leave" - No, let the voters say that.

- OK. Excuse me, can you give me an advance payment? - Another one?

There are two of us now.

I know, but you had to think about it. I can't help you any more.

The trattoria won't let us eat any more. Give me 10,000 lire.

- Our newspaper is not financed by billionaires. - I know.

We just use the workers' money. We have to be satisfied with that.

But some of us get 30,000 lire every month.

- Some are worth more, some less. - Then I am worth the least of all.

No, if things go well, you will live better too.

OK, give me 5,000.

I can give you this. It's a bill of exchange worth 60,000 lire.

- I can give it to the trattoria. - You can try.

- Thanks. Is it still no for "the king must leave"? - Just go.

- Elena, let's go eat something. I got a bill of exchange. - Is it valid? - I don't know.

Bye.

- The royal family must leave. - It's just one man's fault! - Who, the king?

No, it's Badoglio's and all the other traitors', they...

- I beg your pardon, where were you on the 8th of September? - What?

- Where were you on the 8th of September? - What do you want? Who are you?

- Silvio, let's go. - Yes, we'd better.

- You're a fascist. - See you, pal!

- Don't argue all the time! - We got rid of them, now you want them back?

I'm hungry!

- The first results of the vote! - Good evening, Mrs. Gina.

There he is.

Hi.

Bologna, Reggio Emilia, Ferrara and Modena all excellent.

- The South? - Not very good. The final results will be out in two hours.

- Are you already eating? - Yes, I'm having lamb.

- I haven't had it for a long time. - Do you want lamb?

No, I'd rather have a steak. Waiter.

Two fettuccine with tomato sauce and two steaks. I'll have an egg on top of mine.

- On mine too. - And two salads. - OK.

Ask Giovanni if his father sent him the cookies.

- Have you ever had them with red wine? - No. - They're the best.

- Where did you eat today? - Nothing today.

- We stayed in bed all day. - What about last night?

- Elena wasn't feeling good. - That's not true; we don't have any money.

- Didn't you get paid? - Just a bill of exchange.

- A bill of exchange? - What is it? - Giovanni sent it to you.

- What? - What is it? - The bill.

Giovanni. How are you?

Mrs. Gina, you're looking good, you've lost weight. How's your father?

- He's fine, it's me who feels bad when you're around. - What's this?

- The bill. - So? - So what?

Not today! We are winning, Italy's becoming a republic!

January and February: 30,000 lire.

April and May: 20,000. You must give me 50,000 lire.

50,000 lire just to eat! I'm happy to spend them; the food is great here.

Here are 60,000 lire, you owe me 10,000 lire.

- I'm giving you nothing at all. - Why? It is signed by Franchetti.

- He's more miserable than you! - I got it. Franco, please come here!

Excuse me.

- Giovanni doesn't recognize Franchetti's signature. Would you verify it for him? - Sure.

No, you owe me even more than he does.

I already told you: It's the last time you'll eat here.

- What? - You got it. - But we have brought you many customers!

I sent them all away because nobody bothered to pay.

- Giovanni, what's going on? - You used to come alone, now you bring your friend too.

- She's my woman. - It doesn't matter; you're not eating here any more!

- We won't come here any more. - You must not come again!

- OK, but don't feel insulted later. - No problem.

- Come on, he's just kidding! - No, I'm not.

- Silvio, are we eating or leaving? - Wait a little, we're leaving in a moment.

I'm leaving, but at least give her a steak, she hasn't eaten in three days.

- No! You're not eating! - Never mind.

Go to the Assassino, at the corner, every thing's on me.

OK. Come on, Elena, let's go to the Assassino.

- Good night. - Bye. - Good night, Mrs. Gina.

- Bye, see you at the newspaper. - Enjoy your meal.

- That was too much, they'll feel insulted. - No way!

The first results of the referendum! Republic or monarchy!

Elena, wait here, I'll call for you. It might be worse here.

Good evening, is the Assassino here?

Elena!

- My dear! - Marquis Capperoni, how nice to see you!

- Did you know I'm living in Rome? - Yes, your mother told me.

- Did she tell you I ran away? - Yes, she'll never forgive you.

But you did the right thing by following the man you love.

- You love him, don't you? - Yes, very much.

- Did you get married? - Not yet, but we'll do it soon.

- What does he do? - He's a journalist and he's writing a novel.

- A great future lies ahead! - I have a lot of confidence in him.

- If you see mom, tell her I'm very happy. - Sure.

- Simonini told me so. - If I see him I'll kick him in the ass.

It was nice meeting you again.

So many memories! My beloved child!

- Who's this man? - Silvio, this is Marquis Capperoni.

- He used to stay at our hotel during the holidays. - This is him!

- Magnozzi. - Pleased to meet you. - My pleasure.

- Have you already had dinner? - Did you tell him we already have?

- Not yet, we were going to the trattoria. - Then you must come with me.

- Where? - To the Rustichelli's.

While we eat, we'll get to know the results of the referendum.

I don't know... We don't have the right attire.

You're a writer, you artists don't need to be well-dressed.

- Let's go. - Are they for the monarchy? - Won't you eat if they are?

- Well... Rustichelli... - Come on.

- Any news? - Naples is doing good, mom.

- What about Piedmont? Pinerolo? - We are winning everywhere.

- Don't get excited. - I'm only anxious for the king.

- Who is this young man? - Magnozzi, a talented writer and journalist.

Please, sit down.

Why are you bringing home people I don't know?

- Mother, we were 13 at the table. - Ah, we can't be 13 at the table.

I can't calm down!

- They were 13. - I heard.

What a time for His Majesty!

I will always remember the last time I met His Majesty.

I was in Pinerolo, about to leave for the front with my division.

His Majesty had come to salute us,

and when he was about to leave, he turned quickly,

came towards me, shook my hand and said softly:

"Dear Rustichelli, you have no idea how jealous I am of you".

There was such sincerity in his words,

that it brought tears to my eyes.

Even now, honestly,

I'm moved...

...just talking about it.

- Why? Why? - Why what?

Why do so many people hate the king? Why?

- They think he's left for the South. - Do they think he's run away?

- No... - He said "left", not "run away".

He said "left", but this gesture means "run away".

It's the same thing. Why didn't he go north and fight with the partisans?

But he was 70 years old, he was small and sick.

- Who's speaking of partisans? - I am. - They are gangsters!

- Bravo! - Don't laugh beneath your moustache.

- Shall we talk about it seriously? - Silvio, we're guests and we're about to eat!

Just one for me.

The lady.

I'll serve him. I got him used to it.

Wonderful.

- Meatballs? - Yes.

- What are they doing? - They are eating half the main course.

I wouldn't...

Thanks.

Attention. We are reading the official announcement...

...of the results of the public referendum on monarchy-republic.

What are you doing, eating?

Shouldn't I?

Monarchy: 10 million and 709, 423 votes.

- Great. - We won!

Very good!

Republic: 12 million and 718,019 votes.

As of today, Italy is a republic.

- My God! - Mom doesn't feel well.

Come.

Let's go, general.

Let's go, Massimiliano.

Don't cry, dad. Please come, Your Excellency.

Somebody's even laughing!

- Who is so impudent? Long live the king! - Long live the king!

- Scoundrels. - Come, darling.

What should we do? Should we leave?

- Let's eat first, then we can leave. - Right, let's eat.

ITALIAN ANTHEM

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

It's good!

APRIL 18th 1948 THE ITALIANS VOTE

Waiting for the election outcome Billions are sent abroad

- Madam, the greyhound too? - No, only the dachshunds are going to Switzerland.

- I have an appointment with the Commendatore. - Please go in, he's waiting for you.

Pleased to meet you and thanks for accepting my invitation.

- Good morning. - My lawyer. We can speak freely.

Pleased to meet you.

I thought you were older.

- Here's your article. It ends with these words. - Call Z�rich.

Would you like a Cinzano?

"In our next article we will write the names of some company owners,

who, because of the upcoming political elections,

have covertly sent tens of billions abroad."

I would like to know if my name is amongst them.

Since you have asked me to come here, you know your name will be there.

Do you think you have evidence to support this absurd charge?

Since I have decided to involve you, and people much more important than you,

it means I'm sure of what I'm doing.

- Magnozzi, I'm not afraid of you. - I know you are not.

I wanted you to come here to avoid any nuisance.

I don't like scandals, and I don't want the article to be published.

- We should be able to reach an agreement. - What do you mean?

You're an intellectual, a bourgeois like me, therefore we will come to an agreement.

- How much are you paid for these articles? - 5,000 lire.

We won't be able to come to an agreement, even if you offered me 50,000 lire.

I'm not offering you 50,000 lire, but 5 million.

- How much do they give you monthly? - For what?

- Your salary. - 30,000.

- How can you live on 30,000 lire? - Badly.

I'm offering you 300,000 lire.

You can't refuse. I own factories, but also newspapers.

With me, you can have a brilliant and secure future.

- Are you married? - Not legally. I live with someone.

- Any children? - No, fortunately.

- One is coming, though. - Congratulations!

Then I'm offering you two hectares of commercial building ground, registered in your son's name.

In ten years the property will be worth a lot of money, and your son will be rich.

Magnozzi!

Let's break this silence, and not sit here with our mouths shut and our eyes bulging out.

- Do you want cars, apartments, furs? - Never mind that!

For three years I have worn the same cork shoes.

Then be honest with me. I know I should refuse...

...but I want to know what you think. - Why can't you accept?

You still don't get it? We've been living together for three years.

Be careful, keep in mind those are powerful people.

They're fleeing to Switzerland now, but if they win the elections...

...they will return and seek revenge. - Even if they do, I have nothing to lose.

You're irresponsible! Have you forgotten we're about to have a child?

The child! You are making me feel averse to him before he's even born.

Before making a decision, you must think of him!

I love children, but if a child forces me...

...to do something against my own beliefs,

then I don't want him. I'd rather not have him.

- What are you saying? - If you were more educated and up-to-date,

you would know that there are countries like Sweden and Finland...

...where, if a woman can't take care of her child, you know what she can do?

She can choose not to have him. And the law is on her side.

If you go on with this kind of talk, I'll break this bottle on your head.

- You don't understand. - I perfectly do!

If you want to ruin my life and my child's life, do as you wish. Good night.

- Elena! - I'm going to sleep.

Silvio! What are you doing?

I've been thinking about it all night, and I have decided to do it my way.

I called the newspaper, and told them to publish the article.

They will remember it for the rest of their life!

Silvio Magnozzi is sentenced to 11 months of jail...

...for libel.

Having no criminal record, he's sentenced to probation.

- Thank you, Sir. - Silvio! - Easy!

My love.

Thanks, colleagues. Don't push; she's pregnant.

The witnesses betrayed me because they accepted the millions.

By the powers vested in me by the law I declare you husband and wife. Your signatures.

- Husband and wife in five minutes. - If it's that easy, I'll do it too.

- Are you leaving right away? - Yes. - Where are you going to?

We're travelling up north.

- Are you going to visit your mother-in-law? - No, Elena has no relationship with her mother.

- What's that? - What's happening?

What happened?

What is it?

- Where are you running to? - They shot Togliatti.

- It's the revolution. Run! - Silvio!

- Come here! - Elena, go home and lock the door.

Togliatti - head of the Italian Communist Party - badly injured by a young man with three shots

Cignetti Enrico is sentenced to 1 year and 4 months of confinement...

...for intimidation of a public officer.

Magnozzi Silvio, for having taken part in riots,

for having attempted to occupy a radio station,

is sentenced to 1 year and 3 months in prison.

In accordance with article 168 of the Penal Code, we revoke the probation...

...previously sentenced,

therefore the defendant will serve 2 years and 2 months in prison.

- Silvio. - Elena.

- Hi, Elena! Did you have a nice trip? - Yes.

- Mother's here too. - You've grown so much.

Mom!

What a shame, all the village is talking about you.

- Hi, Elena. - Hi, uncle, how are you?

Let's go home, we're amusing everybody.

Don't lose hope. God is great.

Jail will be good for your Silvio.

I'm sure he will learn how to behave.

Riot of 300 prisoners.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Quiet!

The director wants to hear your requests.

If he finds them reasonable, they may be granted.

- Who are your representatives? - We are. - Come forward.

- Did you organize the riot? - Yes. I, he and the committee.

- What's your name? - Magnozzi Silvio.

- I'm a journalist, sentenced to prison for political reasons. - And you?

Grisaglia Gino, called Ragana, night club owner.

- Are you a political prisoner too? - No, cocaine.

- Let's hear your requests. - Here they are.

"A study room with new books, the prisoners want to educate themselves.

Respect for prison regulations, or we will begin a hunger strike.

Then we ask..."

"My dear wife, the prisoners have been accorded everything I asked for,

and I am in solitary confinement, on bread and water for three weeks.

I have started writing the novel; I have wanted to do so for years."

"Dear Silvio, our child has been born.

He weighs 3 kilos, and everyone says he looks like you.

His name is Paolo, after my grandfather, the owner of the old flour mill.

I'm sure your novel will be a masterpiece,

but mom says you should study to get your degree.

Here on the mountains it's been snowing for two days."

"Dear Elena, you have baptised the child and called him Paolo.

I am not against it, but you could have asked my opinion.

Yesterday a minister paid a visit to us.

There was an insult, and I am back in solitary confinement.

The novel is proceeding well, I'd like to call it "A difficult life".

What do you think of it?

I long for your mouth, your caresses, your kisses.

I dream of you every night."

"Silvio, I know you desire me, but don't write so in your letters,

because mom reads them, and I feel ashamed.

I have sent you the architecture books.

Forget about the novel, and get to studying.

If you graduate, mother has found a position for you in Cant� Cermenate.

Yesterday the child got his first tooth.

Here by the lake it keeps on pouring down."

- Here I am! - You poor idiot!

Goodbye and thanks.

Here's your daddy. You see?

Is this little Paolo?

My son! Let me have a look!

You've become a man! So beautiful!

- Do you look like me? You look like your daddy! - Silvio.

Dear Elena!

- Look who's there. - It's Simonini. Look at his car!

Silvio! Elena! How are you?

Such a beautiful child! I've come to pick you up with my car.

Give uncle a kiss.

- Are you mad at me? - We haven't seen each other for two years.

The last time was in the City Hall.

We had to occupy the RAI.

- I got arrested. Where were you? - I had gone to take a cappuccino.

- There's a revolution and he goes for a cappuccino! - Don't fight.

Don't be like that. Let me explain.

It doesn't matter; you left the workers and joined the masters.

His boss is the one who sent me to jail.

He took all that I refused. The salary, the car...

- There's even one of Macario's dancers. - Do you know her?

- It's Nadia, isn't it? - Yes. - You're disgusting!

- But... - You have to understand: He just came out of jail, he can't take it.

- You're my friend, I want to help you. - I don't need any help.

- I'm going back to the newspaper. - To start over again, the same way? - Yes. - Goodbye!

Elena is not a Macario's dancer; if she has to skip a meal, she does.

- Come and have lunch with me. - No, I have already eaten.

Don't pull! The child!

Elena doesn't need a car...

...she comes from the mountains, she likes to walk. - Walk, then!

Yes, I'm going to walk.

- Watch out. - Call me.

I spend two years in jail for serving this newspaper honestly...

...and you tell me I'm out of work?

Unfortunately, things haven't gone well,

there's no need for you now.

Director, dear colleagues, I didn't expect your betrayal.

Too bad for me, I always trusted you.

I'm sorry, but since that's your reaction, I must tell you the truth.

- Which is? - Your wife and your mother-in-law begged me...

...not to take you back at the newspaper. - That's what they did?

You have a son now, and your salary here is always the same.

- What should I do then? - Study. Your mother-in-law will help you.

If you graduate you'll have a safer future, even though not as brilliant.

Thanks, is this the reason?

Then tomorrow at 8, I'll be at my desk. I'll show my wife that degree!

I'm the lady from the apartment below.

Please, make your son turn off that music.

My husband is studying; he must graduate.

At least make him change the record.

What do you want? Get out!

Paolino, leave dad alone.

Your father must study!

Don't do that to your mother!

Elena! Don't hit the child!

- How can I study like this? - We only have one room!

Don't cry: You know your dad must study for his degree.

- My love! Elena, he's sick! - What?

- He's burning, that's why he was crying. - He's got a fever. Call the doctor.

The radio said Stalin is dead.

- Can I take out the thermometer? - Yes.

- 37. 4. - You're happy, aren't you?

- His fever is gone. - The crisis is over. - Yes, it's over.

You're feeling good!

- Don't inject him. - What do we tell the doctor?

- We tell him you already did. - Yes, he is OK now.

- We shouldn't torture him any more. - Yes.

- Sister, who died? - Stalin.

- He's much better. - Really?

- My love. - He's well. He has recovered.

He's through the crisis. Is it true Stalin is dead?

Yes. Mom's here.

Granny's love. How are you?

You really scared me. I brought you a nice present, a tricycle.

Are you happy grandma's here?

- Silvio. - Mom.

Give me a kiss.

Dear mother!

The historians will say he was a cruel dictator,

but a whole epoch is closely tied to his name...

...and nobody yet can say what crises may be triggered by his death.

The radio newscast is finished.

He's always thinking about the newspapers, about politics.

He'll never change. - As soon as he gets his degree, we'll take him out of Rome.

You'll move to Cant� Cermenate, get married in church,

and your uncle the priest will find a steady job for him.

One day you will come to our village driving a beautiful car.

Everyone will see my daughter didn't marry a beggar.

- Were you eavesdropping? - Yes. - Did you hear everything? - Yes.

Do you agree with my plans?

Because of my love for Elena, I'll accept any imposition...

...but where do you want me to live? In Cant� Cermenate? - Yes.

- I'm supposed to move from Rome to Cant� Cermenate? - What's wrong with it?

- You Romans are wrong. - No.

- Don't be so arrogant. - OK.

Attention. The examinations continue starting with letter M.

- Magnozzi Silvio. - Here I am! - Is it my turn?

- Don't be nervous. - Go, I've been praying all morning for you.

- We'll be waiting for you here. - Silvio, the marsala wine!

Good luck.

What mood are the professors in?

Good morning, professors.

What's with that long stubble?

I've been studying all night long.

A long stubble doesn't mean you've been studying.

Such excuses aren't used any more.

I'm sorry, I've been out of University for 12 years.

We'll start with an easy question.

What is the safety coefficient for precompressed concrete?

0. 245.

145.

Safety coefficient for precompressed concrete.

There's a 5.

I'm sure there is.

- Is there? - Young man, you must not guess.

- Sit down. - Yes.

Maybe that'll help me to think. Thanks.

So?

I don't know.

- If you can't even answer these questions... - Ask me an easier one.

- This is an easy one. - It's easy.

They made me drink marsala wine. It's making me sick.

I feel numb.

I don't remember anything.

- How old are you? - 33.

How come you're still studying at your age?

I fought in the war, the Resistance, I had a frozen finger.

Later I worked as a journalist...

...passionately engaged in social issues, the problems of Southern Italy...

...and I followed the peasants' fights.

The Resistance has no value here.

The Resistance has no value? What was I supposed to do then?

What the others did in 1944?

Wear the uniform of the Black Brigades,

and get my degree by pointing a gun at professors?

Don't make those gestures and don't raise your voice, or I'll throw you out!

My wife and my mother-in-law are waiting for me outside.

So what?

Please, I don't want to make such a bad impression.

- Sit down. - Thanks.

Do you see that drawing?

Calculate at point A the torque due to the forces on a supported beam,

with a moving overload in points 1, 2, 3 on the X-Y segment.

I understand. Thank you for your kindness.

How did it go?

- Marenghi Elvira. - Here I am.

What time is it?

It's 3 o'clock.

- Hello? - Elena, I failed my exam.

- I know. Where are you? - At the Cangaceiro.

- What's that? - You don't know what the Cangaceiro is?

Ignorant! It's my friend Ragana's night club.

What am I doing? Dancing a samba and a rumba.

- He's drunk. - Tell him to come home immediately.

- Darling, I failed. - That's not important, come home, we're waiting for you.

I'm not coming home. I'm happy, tell mom too.

You wanted to send me to Cant� Cermenate, but since they flunked me,

I'm staying in Rome, and I won't come home any more.

They flunked me, I don't have to go to Cant� Cermenate.

- He hung up. - What is this 'Cangaceiro'?

It's a night club.

Wait here, I'll be right back.

Over there.

You're a nigger, weighing almost a ton,

but you have fine feelings and a delicate spirit...

Yet your ancestors were cannibals.

I have talked to you about politics, art and literature, and you understand me.

- Sure. - And my wife, who is whiter than a table cloth,

she never understands me. She has the brain of a canary.

What can you talk with a canary about?

- I don't know. - Sing me a song.

- No, I'm tired. - Come on - I've been singing all evening, I'm tired.

Do you know where we met? Ragana, tell her.

In prison?

How funny!

Do you know what time it is? Almost 4.

Do you know my friend Peter Sister? And my friend Ragana?

He was in prison with me.

Who are you? Do I know you?

What are you looking for?

- Did your mother send you? - She's waiting for us outside, in a cab.

- Go away, I don't want to see you any more. - Where are you running to? You're drunk.

You made me lose my job at the newspaper, because my salary wasn't big enough.

Made me burn my novel, because you had no confidence in me...

...and sent me back to school like a stupid child. - You convinced yourself...

No, you convinced me. And now that they have flunked me, I'm happy.

I have the entire novel in my mind, I can write it all over again...

...even if it will take me two years. - What are we going to eat?

Bread and water like in jail. If it doesn't suit you, go back to your mother.

You scoundrel, you have ruined my life!

Really? I gave you all I had so that you could study...

...and you say I have ruined your life!

Shall we examine our marriage?

Who are we? Are we relatives? No.

You're a stranger I met in a flour mill.

Stranger?

I ran away because we had decided to live together.

Having something in common is a must if you want to live together.

- What do we have in common? - First of all, a son.

Leave the child out of it; I'm talking about ideas.

I'm a journalist and you don't even read comics.

When I read you a novel, you fall asleep like a goat.

I love politics, and despite what your hyena of a mother thinks,

that's the base of life and all things.

You don't care, because you think you're clever.

But you're not clever, you're ignorant.

If the atomic bomb drops, you're going to be reduced to dust too!

That's why I say we're strangers.

If we have nothing in common, what has held us together all these years?

Our senses.

- What? - Our senses, that's all.

- Are you saying you lived with me like you would with a prostitute? - No.

- I didn't say that. - Scoundrel!

I saved your life, I loved you, without knowing who you were!

Now that you're drunk, you're telling me the truth!

- I don't want to see you any more. - What? - I'm leaving.

I'm leaving forever, and don't expect me to come back.

And don't come looking for love nor understanding from me. Never!

How can I look for love and understanding...

...in a woman who crushes the head of a German with an iron?

I made only one mistake: I should have crushed your head!

- Not the German's! - Wait for me, I'm on foot. - No!

I'm leaving you alone with your ideas and your novels!

Find another woman! I want to see what you can do without me!

- Bye bye! - We'll see! - Bye bye!

You'll regret leaving me! You'll regret it!

One day you will hear of Silvio Magnozzi!

Elena, come back!

You scoundrel!

So you're serious about it.

Now I'm free and single.

- Lucky man! Tell me shepherd, are you happy? - What do you want, you drunkard!

"It happened during the days of the military defeat.

I still wore my second lieutenant's uniform...

...and I roamed the countryside in the rain.

A monk with his umbrella suddenly appeared in the fog.

He was old, but tall and sturdy, and he walked with decisive, marching steps.

When the monk came closer to me, I recognized him and I stood on my guard.

'Ls that you, Sir General? ' 'Yes, ' he said to me. And then he embraced me, crying.

'W hy are you dressed like a monk? ' 'What are the orders? '

'Who shall I fight? ' 'I don't know, ' he answered.

From that time on, I had to make my own decisions. " - That's enough.

- One more page, Commendatore. - Never mind, Magnozzi.

- We read your novel. - I've been looking for a publisher for 6 months.

My shoes are wearing out. Everybody says it's beautiful,

but nobody wants to publish it. Why?

- Can I give you my sincere opinion, Magnozzi? - Please do.

Your novel is, from an artistic point of view,

mediocre, uninteresting. It lacks style and form.

Never mind style and form; let's talk about the substance.

There's a whole generation that doesn't know anything about what happened...

...even though they should.

- Each and every page is a bomb. - I don't deny it, but listen to my lawyer.

There's instigation to desertion, offence to the Military Forces...

...to the Army... - The fascist Army!

Offence to the judges, criticism of the prison system...

...and offence to religion. - This has to be cut out. - I won't cut anything!

- I'm ready to take the risk. Are you? - I'm not.

- Then any talking is useless. - I don't want to end up in jail.

This book represents ten years of my life!

- Try the movies. - Movies? - Yes.

You'll find allies there, and you'll be better paid.

Come on! Move!

Mr. Gassman, say something for the RAI network, please.

- What do you think of the cinema crisis? - There are no ideas nor writers any more.

Thank you.

Madam, your cigarettes.

Good morning, Mrs. Mangano. I'm Silvio Magnozzi.

- I know, the one with the novel. - You remember?

You called me at 3 in the morning, pretending to be De Sica.

- But I don't answer even De Sica at 3 in the morning! - I'm sorry...

...I've been trying to speak to you for 3 months. Will you make a film based on my novel?

- That's not my decision, but the director's. Blasetti. There he is. - Blasetti?

- I'll talk to Blasetti, and call you later. - Not at three in the morning.

- Run! - What happened?

- Mr. Gassman. - See you later. - Who's that? - Someone looking for money.

Legionaries!

Mr. Gassman, I beg your pardon?

- Good morning, Blasetti. - Good morning.

- I'm Silvio Magnozzi, you remember? - Come on with the horses!

Did you read my novel, "A difficult life"?

"A difficult life"! Beautiful!

If you agree to direct the film, I could sign the contract.

Hey! The horses!

Maybe you could give me a small advance payment.

I wouldn't mind making a controversial movie...

...but you're forgetting the censorship. - The censorship? - Yes.

Could you please come down Blasetti, so we can talk better?

- Wait for me at the coffee shop, I have to work. - As you wish, don't rush.

I'll be waiting for you here.

No, the chariots are coming that way.

- I'm going to the coffee shop then. - Get out of here.

Get away, the chariots are coming!

- Get away! - There's a lion there.

I used to play the tribune, then I fell off a horse...

...and now I have to settle for playing the apostle.

This food is cold, I'm gonna end up having stomach congestion.

- What do you have in your bag, some roast? - Yes.

- I have some chicken with peppers. - Who cares, I have some roast.

Magnozzi!

- Magnozzi! - Who is it?

It's Saint Matthew!

Marquis Capperoni. The dinner at the Rustichelli's...

...the night in which the king... - Sure, the marquis!

How are you? I'm glad to meet you again.

- Why are you dressed like that? - My father is dead, and I have economic troubles.

- I'm getting 30,000 lire a day. Please sit down. - Thanks.

- What about you? - I'm trying to get into the movies too.

If I sign this contract, I will finally make it.

- Good. - Who is he? - Saint Peter.

Magnozzi, no ceremony. It's chicken with peppers.

- Go ahead and take it. - No... - Too bad.

I saw Elena last week.

- Elena? - Yes. - Where?

In Viareggio. She works in a fashion store. Didn't you know?

- I haven't seen her for two years. We are divorced. - I know.

- Did she speak about me? - Yes, for a long time.

She did?

Do you think she wants to come back to me?

What's your advice, marquis?

Forget her.

Why? Another man?

Magnozzi, try to understand. Don't think about it any more.

- The apostles! - I have to go. It's my turn.

Would you lend me 50,000 lire? I want to go to Elena.

- How do I look? - Very good, you have a beautiful head.

- It'll be appreciated. - Listen, Magnozzi.

I can only give you 25. Dad's dead.

But you listen to me, don't go to Viareggio, forget her.

- I'll pay you back when I come back from Viareggio. - Whenever you can.

Hi, Elena.

Who's that handsome man?

- It's my husband. - How come he's here?

What's he doing in Viareggio?

- I don't know. - He didn't even stop. - He'll return.

Excuse me. Hi, Elena.

Hi, Silvio.

- What do you want? - I'm just passing by.

I can visit my son or am I not allowed to?

It's your right.

Where can I find him?

- I brought a present for him. - He's gone home now.

Garibaldi street, number 10. It's close, the maid will let you in.

- Won't you take me there? - I'd rather not.

- What? - I said I'd rather not.

- What if the maid doesn't trust me? - Don't worry, I'll call her.

I'II take the kid out for lunch, and then I'll immediately go back to Rome,

because I have lots of job engagements.

- He must be back home before dinner. - Rest assured he will.

- Bye, Elena. - Bye.

If you ever come to Rome, call me.

I'm at your service, for anything. Sorry for bothering you.

Paolino, I'm taking you to lunch on the pirate ship.

Here comes daddy.

- Paolino, does your mother ever talk about me? - Sometimes.

- What does she say? - That you're not lucky.

Your mother is a great woman, and we must respect her...

...but she reasons like women do. It's not true that I'm not lucky.

I've never tried to be lucky. Paolino!

- Are you listening? - Yes.

I've never tried to be lucky. Do you understand the difference?

Yes. No.

One day they offered your father millions,

houses, cars, motorboats. Do you know what your father did?

- He refused it all. - Why?

Because to accept all those millions, I would have had...

It's like if I had to betray a friend. Would you betray a friend of yours?

- No. - You understand me.

Your mother didn't understand me.

Today you would be rich, if I had bowed my head and accepted.

- What did you say instead? - I said no.

Paolino, what are you and your mother doing this evening?

I watch television, and mom goes out.

- Does she go out every night? - No, today's Saturday, she doesn't work tomorrow.

- Where does she go? - I don't know.

Do you know the gentleman who goes out with mom on Saturdays?

Yes, he's from Lucca. He has a beautiful car, a white Mercedes.

- Who is it? - It's him.

Let's go.

- Sir, it's 4, 600 lire. - Wait for me, I'll be right back.

Sir, wait! I have to leave. Please pay me now.

- Don't you trust me? - He puked inside the car, and ruined the seats!

- I would like you to pay me. - OK.

- Is this 5,000? - No, that's 500.

This is 5,000.

- Thanks a lot. - You're welcome.

I'm looking for a relative of mine. I'll have a quick look around, and then leave.

Why run away? I'm not a leper.

Double whisky.

I beg your pardon.

- Carlo, let's go. - We can't run away all night long. I'm staying.

Give me a cigarette.

- Would you like to dance? - No, not now.

- Giovanna, come with me. - If you want I can come with you, but you shouldn't.

- I'd stay if I were you. - Let's go dancing.

Excuse me Elena, why do you run away when you see me?

Do you think I will hurt you? I'm not armed.

I have never hurt anyone.

- What do you want? - Give me two minutes of your time.

I have the right to speak for two minutes with my lady.

We have nothing to speak about.

Can't you see I'm not alone? Quit stalking me. I'm fed up!

I am too, and I want my freedom.

Excuse me if I speak about private matters; I also had a few drinks.

Valeria, let's go dancing.

I've made some investigations, and I found that you haven't betrayed me yet.

But I know you're in danger.

- I'm here to help you. Cigarette? - I'm smoking.

You smoke too much.

- Today I had a long talk with our son. - So?

- He's very smart, he understands everything. - More than you do.

Shall we think seriously about his future?

Silvio, think about yourself - I'll think about him.

Elena, who's that man?

Someone who wants to give our son and me a stable and happy life.

You don't think about it.

Look at me.

Do you love him?

I don't care about love any more.

It's nothing but an arrangement.

If you're only looking for an arrangement, it's very easy.

I can give you anything you want.

Just whistle, and I'll give you anything you want.

It's easy to make money like all these people do.

Not so loud!

Is it harder to write a bad novel or to sell household appliances?

Or live by exploiting others, like all these northern people do?

While peasants in Calabria eat their ears with salt...

...to stop their hunger!

Your friends have beautiful cars, and they disgust me!

Be careful, behind the wheels of those cars there are rascals.

- I'm leaving. - No, stay here, don't leave.

Then control yourself, stop acting like a nut.

- Be nice, let's talk about our situation. - OK, let's talk about it.

Elena, I love you.

No! You know you have a beautiful hairstyle?

You're beautiful, tanned. Your arms are warm.

- I have never wanted you as much as I do this evening. - Don't be like that.

Come back with me, we'll be happy together.

- I'm not the way I was. - You're worse than you were before.

You drink, you're as pale as a dead man, and you have worn out shoes.

- How will you end up? - You must help me!

I'll do whatever you say. I'll give you anything you want.

- Do you need money? - No, I need you.

- Never! - Elena.

- We're leaving. - I'm coming. Let me go. - Don't leave me!

- Who are you? - What are you doing? - Don't you interfere with my life.

- Scoundrel! - Take your hands off!

- Scoundrel! - Take your hands off or you'll feel my fist.

I'm taking off my jacket, we'll fight man to man.

- I'm not afraid! - You're drunk!

Did he hurt you?

- You're hitting a drunk man? - I'm fed up, I'm leaving!

- Go away! - Thank you, Elena!

I don't want to see you ever again! If I meet you again, I'll kill you!

Elena.

You're a waiter, and I respect you, but don't put your hands on me.

Elena! Elena!

Let me go, I must speak to my wife!

She's leaving!

Carlo, stop!

He left by himself.

It's better like that. It's finished with him too.

- My God, here he comes! - Elena! Elena!

Ouch! I hurt my hand.

Your jacket, Sir.

You scoundrel!

Are you tourists?

Why do you come here? There's nothing to see.

Everything sucks here. Don't come to Italy, stay at home.

Take this!

Look.

Poor mom.

She always wanted me to come to the village driving a big car.

- Isn't that a bit too much? - No, that's what she wanted.

Now she watches us from above, laughing. Can't you see how jealous everyone is?

- How did you get that car? - I've changed.

I don't drink any more, I've realized all my mistakes.

I've changed my ideas. I have settled down.

That's what you wanted. Aren't you happy?

We can start over. I will never make you suffer again.

You said that many times before, I don't believe you any more.

Poor mom.

Elena.

Our flour mill.

Good evening, Your Excellency.

Good evening. Thanks for coming.

Orazio, this is His Excellency.

- Elena! How are you? - Hi.

- What a beautiful hairstyle. - I've been to Gualtiero.

- He's the best in Rome. - Beautiful house. - Yes, isn't it?

Lppolito, take the car to the garage.

- Good evening. - Silvio, isn't that my husband's car?

Yes. My Giulietta is at the workshop, and I thought I could use it.

The Commendatore is possessive about his cars. This must be the last time.

I did it because my wife wanted to meet you and the Commendatore.

- May I introduce you to her? - Later, I have other things to do now.

- That's the Commendatore's wife. - A beautiful woman.

- How's the Commendatore's mood? - He's cheerful...

...he won 150 million at the casino. - Did you hear, Elena?

How lucky! Why can't it happen to us?

- I don't play to win. - How are you?

May I, Commendatore?

I asked you a favour, but you're just beating about the bush.

You know I'm always at your service.

- Let me introduce you my wife. - Excuse me.

I wanted to meet you, my husband always talks about you.

- Congratulations, she's very pretty. You don't deserve her. - If you say so!

He started from nothing and has become one of the most important men in the country.

- Magnozzi, don't flatter me. - But it's true.

Your success covers all fields. Industry, trade, newspapers...

...cinema, magazines. - Records. - Soccer. It's all yours!

First they flatter me, and then they ask for advance payments.

Now have a good time and do whatever you feel like.

Thank you.

- He's a nice man. - Yes, he's amazing.

- Here you can satisfy any of your desires. - Do you remember when we used to skip meals?

- Do you want some caviar? - Yes.

- Some anchovies? - The Commendatore wants you.

Silvio...

- Where did he go? - The Commendatore called for him.

Here I am. My regards, prince.

Who gave you the order to publish these pictures?

There was bloodshed in Calabria...

You were out of town, and I called the newspaper for you.

You remove a page with princes, and replace it with workers from Calabria?

I think people are tired of reading about...

...so many princes and princesses.

- Who told you this? - Nobody. May I remind you I'm a journalist?

You were a journalist. Now you're one of my secretaries, and a well paid one.

You're an idiot.

- Why? - The money I get from my newspaper comes from publishing...

...pictures of princes, not of workers! - Sure.

Forget being a journalist, and just do what I tell you.

Very well, Commendatore.

- Is there champagne for everybody? - Yes, there are 150 bottles.

- Did you call my dentist? - Yes, your appointment is on Tuesday at 3 o'clock.

- Did you send someone to pick up his Eminence? - Yes, he should already be here.

- Go and welcome him, then. - At once. - I remember that young man...

Elena, there are hot "profiteroles".

- Excuse me, Elena. - Silvio.

Fernando.

Your Eminence.

- How many people! - Sit down, your Eminence. - I will only stay a few minutes.

Please.

- What can I offer you? - A glass of seltzer. - Magnozzi. - At once.

- And you, Reverend? - Nothing, thanks.

These devices never work.

- You don't even know how to pour seltzer. - It doesn't work.

See how it works?

After work, me and my collaborators become like boys again.

Let's go to the garden, your Eminence.

Magnozzi. This way, please.

The Commendatore spilled a little seltzer on me.

- It was a mistake. - I saw everything.

Is this your job?

Here around the swimming pool, I'd have meals ready for poor children.

- Over there a small amusement park... - Excuse me, your Eminence.

- Silvio! - Go and drag him up.

Elena, let's go.

- The car? - No, we're walking.

We're going to get a nice breath of fresh air.

Subtitles by talpaleone, bibo01 and lordretsudo