A Hero of Our Times Page #7

Put them in a pocket of your raincoat.

By the way, they cost 300 lire,

don't throw them away.

- Was it your idea?

- Yes.

Please, Madam.

My turn?

It's you, dottore,

you do it.

Must I be the first one?

Yes, as soon as the dancers

come out,

you, who speak English, you stop them.

Then it's my turn.

Let's do it the other way round.

You go, then I, who am a master

of the lingo, I pick them up.

- Where's your torn sock? - I made a

pack, I couldn't just throw them.

If they get mistaken for the pasta packs

the hell of a look we'll have!

Yes, let everyone hear: he changed his

socks! You left the old ones at home?

- The dancers, go!

- The dancers, the dancers!

- You go first.

- No, you first.

- Come on, you two go.

- Courage!

I don't speak English,

what am I to tell them?

Oh, excuse me, sorry.

- It's because of the socks.

- I knew you'll ruin everything!

What are you waiting for to throw away

those socks, for 300 lire...

What am I waiting for?

The monogram on the socks, that's why.

- Excuse me, Sir.

- What is it?

Know you, Lucula rave?

Lucullo's cave?

Yes, go straight ahead, tree-lined

street, there Nero's tomb.

- Nero, yes, yes.

- Yes, yes.

Go on straight, attention,

right flank, after Tiber.

- Tiber, yes, yes.

- Yes, yes, there is.

Can I go with you?

- Where did you send them?

- To Lucullo's caves.

They're waiting for us there?

- Wait for whom?

- Wait for us.

- Why? - What do you mean why?

With all this stuff.

- What did you do, confess!

- Why should they wait for us?

- Who are we?

- Well, I consider myself a man that...

No, you I don't consider,

but who am I? Who're you?

Well, for starters,

I'm your office manager, am I not?

- Who are you?

- Dottor Pedocchi.

- Who's that?

- What d'you mean who's that?

No, I mean,

who's he?

Dottor Pedocchi who's he who

doesn't exist, who's he?

We're three clerks,

they're three English dancers.

- Then why have we come here for? - What

I'm saying, why have we come here for?

D'you know what I'm saying?

You're a good-for-nothing and a scardey-cat.

Good night.

What was that about you not

considering me?

I'm someone who reads newspapers,

who's always informed about everything.

No, I raise my hat to you.

I said:
"Who are you,

dottor Pedocchi who doesn't exist?"

Who're you dottor...Shall we have

some pasta?

- I wanted to take it to my boy.

- Why to your boy?

- I bought it, I'll take it to my aunt.

- You're mean, take your pasta.

What do you want, you who haven't even

paid for your share?

This is my pasta,

and I'm going to eat it.

Hear this,

now he wants it!

Handsome,

can I have some?

- Who're you?

- You are alone, isn't it so?

- Yes.

- D'you want to come with me?

- With you?

- I've got a little apartment.

- Where?

- At the refugee camp.

What do you want?

I'll call the police!

Clotilde!

O my God!

Why're you chasing me,

if I don't even know you?

No, first I beat you,

and then we talk.

Let's talk like men.

- You don't know me?

- No.

But you know Marcella,

and I am Fernando.

Go on, I wanna see how you'll get back

home, I'll be waiting here all night.

- I won't sleep at home tonight.

- I'll be back tomorrow.

Then I won't come home tomorrow.

Look at him...

What's this? Damn sock!

Here they go these socks.

- D'you work here?

- So what?

- What meeting is this?

- Why do you care to know?

One can't even ask?

- A great speaker, but hasn't got a clue.

- And sold himself to the landowners.

It's a demonstration.

- Can I use the phone?

- Please.

Hello? Hello?

- Has he left?

- Yes, he has left.

The cowardly brute,

he has left already.

I'm coming.

- Are you sure?

- He asks if you're sure.

Yes, yes, he went away.

He waited a while, then went away.

Yes, he has left,

she's sure about it.

- Radio news:
Today is the last day...

- Goodbye.

Excuse me,

give me also a "Vov".

...the inhabitants of the capital

jubilantly stream toward the piazza,

where speakers of the most

diverse convinctions...

.. confront each other in a highly

democratic and civilized debate.

After a decade of democracy...

.. the people of the capital is giving

a peremptory demonstration of its maturity

As a matter of fact, this day, vibrant

with contrasts and polemics,

is ending without any incident

having been noticed.

Where's that hot water?

The election morning was marred

by a serious incident.

During a demonstration,

an explosive device went off.

Fine,

that'll teach them demonstrating!

Shut up! Did the bomb explode?

The bomb exploded.

The inquest revealed the fact that it

was a time bomb.

- Well, now, d'you think I can be at

peace? - What's worrying you, Alberto?

The police chief told me that every time

a bomb goes off he'll be thinking of me.

Don't you know that in this very moment

the police chief is thinking of me?

Panic and confusion among the crowd

that was packing Piazza San Cosimato...

- Piazza San Cosimato?

- What's the matter, Alberto?

Silence!

The police supposes the device was

put under the platform last night.

Last night?

I dind't sleep at home last night.

If they find the socks I'm in danger.

Where did you throw socks worth 300 lire?

In Piazza San Cosimato,

where the bomb exploded.

- 300 lire!

- What if the police chief finds them?

If he finds them,

he'll take them home.

You, devil, you were the one,

who gave me the idea with the socks!

Aunt, do you know that if they find

the socks I'll be indicted?

How could the police chief know that

those are your socks?

How? What's forensics for?

Do you even know what forensics is?

They only need a print

to catch a killer.

But in the socks there're the prints

of the feet, not of the hands!

And they don't care about those at the

police.

- Was this your idea?

- Yes!

Then I'm at peace.

Yes, you're at peace and go sleep,

because you didn't have any last night.

A hell of a sleep I'll have!

of course, I'm safe.

- Goodbye police, goodbye forensics.

- Better.

What'll you find?

Feet prints you'll find.

Prints...

- Auntie?

- What, Alberto?

- I'm not at peace.

- but why?

No,

because I'm cautious,

and I think,

beautiful auntie.

And I know that as long as the socks

are in the piazza,

this is an evidence against me.

Didn't you happen to find

a little package?

- What kind of little package?

- Some pieces of clothing.

- If you find it, I'll give you

Well, 500 lire.

It doesn't matter, just some torn

socks, it doesn't matter.

- Yours?

- No, my grandfather's.

Look, if you find them,

I'll give you 300 lire.

- Wait, I'll go check the garbage.

- That's it.

That's where I threw them last night,

in this place.

Where're you going?

Where's the old man going?

He went to call the riot police.

You're journalists, down there there's

a guy looking for a package.

Where?

What was he wearing, who is he?

- He's there.

- Where there?

I don't see anyone.

He's not there any more,

he must have run away.

Guys, you let him go away. What

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