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Come, come.

There are hundreds of us!

There are thousands!

There's no room in your jails to keep us!

What are you doing, Olmo?

Can't you see you're all alone?

Stella, wait!

No, no!

The party won't abandon you!

Yes, but these chains hurt!

They hurt all the same!

-Christ is with us.

-Bless me, Father, for l have sinned.

Since my husband died,

they haven't left me in peace.

l have nothing but debts.

But all the same,

l have always made my offering

for the holy wounds of Jesus.

lt's true l don't have

the money for the mortgage,

but l look at it this way,

if l have to choose between

the mortgage and the holy wounds,

then l choose the wounds.

They wish l were dead, anyway.

This has become a fixation.

Don't you know

that blaming others is a sin?

A very bad sin.

You don't believe me?

What do you call this, then?

Look, here's the proof.

Please, come on, please,

l can't bear cats, even live ones.

He used to sleep with me.

They want to hurt the things l love.

They want to hurt me! They want to take

everything away from me!

They're wicked people!

There's the car.

-Well, at last.

-Yes. Here.

Aren't you coming in?

They're waiting for you.

No, no, not tonight.

At least tonight,

one should stay at home.

Come on, Josephine.

-Don't eat too much.

-Ciao, Pierro.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

-Evening, signor.

-Good evening.

We'll play cards later.

Maybe l'll get lucky.

-Yes. See you all about midnight.

-Ciao. Ciao.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You know how long

l've been looking for you?

Signora Berlinghieri can

no longer drink at home

because the wine is locked away.

She can no longer drink in small cafs

because her husband

has given orders against it.

So she drinks in taverns.

l'm going to have you

locked up in an asylum.

l can drink here.

l can even fall under the table.

Nobody sees me anyway.

Get up from there. Get up.

You look disgusting.

Your face is all swollen

from the alcohol.

You stink. Get up.

-...full of the Christmas spirit...

-Get up.

...as you can tell

with their fun-loving song.

Do l disgust you, too?

...and right into your homes,

where on Christmas Eve

everyone should find comfort and...

Am l swollen?

...and social order. Happy mothers

and fathers, but above all...

-Do l stink?

-Do you need help, signora?

...favorite book or favorite dolly,

they find a piece of Christmas holly.

Let's get along to one more song.

Don't get mixed up.

They'll only take you for a fool.

l know why you don't want me to drink.

lt's because when l drink,

it gives me the courage

to tell you the truth.

You are different. You have changed.

You are surrounded

by terrible, vulgar, arrogant bullies.

Murderers.

And you are even worse than they are.

Come. Have a drink with us.

-My husband wants to meet you.

-Come on. lt's getting late.

Stop staring at them.

Come on. Let's go.

Stop staring, you idiot.

They'll get you in trouble. Move.

Hey! Hey! Hey, wait a minute.

-You can't refuse a drink.

-Let us go, signora, please.

-Where are you going?

-To wash, signora.

-Why?

-lt's Christmas.

Oh, for heaven's sake. Stay like this.

You're much more beautiful

the way you are.

Can l have your cap?

-You really want it?

-Yes.

To remember you by.

Excuse us, signora. Excuse us, please.

What do you want?

What do you want me to do?

-Signore, we're closing.

-We're leaving.

l'll get your coat.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal.

Charcoal for sale.

You slut.

You like fooling around with everyone.

-Even Olmo.

-Olmo?

What an imagination.

ls it my imagination

to have seen you together?

That l've seen you with him before?

ls it my imagination

that l smell him on you?

Do you think Olmo would have anything

to do with the wife of a fascist?

Fascist? l am not a fascist!

lf you call me that again, l will kill you!

lf l see you again with him, l will kill you!

You'll kill me because

we can't make love anymore.

Fighting, huh?

Lucky you. l guess you love each other.

How are you?

How are you?

-You know her?

-l think so.

Sit down.

Neve?

Neve, this is Ada.

l'm glad you remember me.

What about you?

You're not from around here.

You look like a lady.

But you are a lady, aren't you?

She's my wife.

You know, after that day,

l never had another attack.

Oh, God knows

what went on in my head.

And then l found a man, a good man.

l liked him. l was very fond of him.

When my mother died, we got married.

A hard worker.

We settled down here, on this street.

l still live here.

-What happened to him?

-Oh, he disappeared one day.

l never saw him again.

But even if he's taken up

with another woman, l'm happy.

l learn about how to manage

and how l can get by fine on my own.

There were no children.

lt's the only thing l miss.

You know, l never knew

if it was my fault or his.

Oh, my cake. l forgot.

Why don't you stay here

and eat with us?

They are nice people, you know.

And where can you go

this time of night?

You'll enjoy it, you'll see.

Oh, Neve,

l thought you'd never show up.

She must have lost time at the baker's.

So many people waiting.

Alfredo,

l want a child.

Go. Go to your midnight Mass.

-Ciao, Oreste. Merry Christmas.

-Sing your hearts out.

Let everybody know

what hypocrites you are.

Careful, Oreste. The devil will take you.

l'm not afraid of the devil.

He's red, like me.

And when l die...

-Who lives here?

-Attila Mellanchini.

He's really come up in the world.

-He lives here alone?

-No, with his beloved Regina.

The most envied couple

in the whole valley.

-Really?

-Yes.

Merry Christmas, Signorina Regina!

What are you doing out there

in the cold? Come inside.

Merry Christmas, Signora Pioppi!

We don't want to be late for Mass!

We can have a drop to warm ourselves,

then we can all three go together.

Oh, she's really crazy.

First, she cuts me down in public,

then invites us for a drink.

-Marvelous.

-Maybe she's trying to make up to us.

What difference does it make?

Well, aren't you coming?

Let's see what it's like inside.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Mayor.

You're making fun of me.

They'll elect you one of these days.

You're still a young man.

Young and strong.

Everything is so artistic,

just like being abroad.

The house is perfect for a real lady.

Very elegant. Very...

Very tasteful.

Do you really think so?

Come and see the living room.

-What is she doing?

-l told you, she's mad.

Caught you, didn't l?

Now you'll have to listen to me.

l'm the one doing the talking now.

You want to get out?

Then you'll have to sign a paper

saying this house will remain mine.

Attila! Attila, look!

You got that mortgage

from my husband with threats,

with political blackmail!

You made his heart give out.

You tormented the poor man

until he died.

''lt's all so artistic,

as if you were abroad.''

Made to order for a high party official,

isn't it, Mr. Black Shirt?

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