A Special Day Page #4
- Year:
- 2012
- 89 min
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- We will.
Whatever...
- What are you doing?
- F*** off.
- Who are you calling?
- My agent.
- Even pips squeak...
- Look who's talking!
- What are you doing?
- Climbing over.
- Haven't you done enough damage?
- No.
Move it!
If they catch us...
With our luck they will catch us.
Where are you going?
My dad always tells me
he played in here as a kid.
- Here?
- Yes, he played ball.
- Really?
- Back then they could.
My family used to live in the center,
in Trastevere...
not in the outskirts.
Thanks for before.
If we'd been taken to the station,
I would've been doomed.
I wouldn't dare crush your career!
I could use your mom's help now.
- You know that priest...
- The one who hooked you up?
Yes.
My mom never let him pay.
He insisted but she always refused.
- Know why?
- Because he's a priest.
That's not why.
Because she wanted to sweeten him up
for my benefit.
I was always a dunce in school.
I'd open a book
and get distracted after 5 minutes.
I couldn't concentrate.
I've been a failure...
at everything, I've missed
any opportunity life offered me.
The only goal I've achieved
was with this job.
It's a real satisfaction.
In fact...
I want to do it well...
and give it my all.
I lied to you today.
- About what?
- My mom doesn't have a shop.
So no hemming and mending?
She did that at night. But my mom...
is a cleaning lady.
At bowling alleys,
private homes, anywhere.
To think,
I would always sleep till noon!
I couldn't help it.
I knew I was supposed to get out
of that f***ing bed but...
I couldn't.
Listen...
did that blonde chick
ever bring you here?
Never.
Don't answer.
Don't answer!
Come on!
Move it, you jackass!
Unbelievable!
Afraid we'll be late?
No, why?
He cut me off.
I'm not afraid we'll be late.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
- No, stop! Stop!
- Now what?
Hold on, I'll pull over.
Come here!
My shoes!
Sorry.
A panic attack.
Why are you going to see
the Congressman?
Hold on, come through here.
- Go ahead.
- Thanks.
- Who are you?
- No worries.
Sorry, my pockets are full of stuff...
- I'm her chauffeur.
- Who told you to come inside?
The Congressman's secretary
told me to accompany her myself.
- You need keys for the elevator.
- Fine, let's go.
- I'll accompany you.
- Perfect.
- Go ahead.
- Thanks.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm a total mess!
Sh*t...
Now get lost.
- Hello.
- May I help you?
I'm here to see Congressman Balestra.
Down the hall to the right,
last room on the left.
- Thanks.
- Good evening.
- You're the chauffeur?
- Yes.
- You may go, close the door.
- Very well.
Good bye.
Come in.
I made you wait all day.
Sorry, I had a hell of a day today...
We were locked inside all day.
They even dragged infirm congressmen
out of the hospital to vote!
Only in Italy...
My knee has been aching for a week,
but I had to show up.
Nice, isn't it?
I paid a ton for it.
- So... what's your name?
- Gina.
Gina, here's the deal.
I had a rough day today.
So I wish you luck with your career...
you're really pretty and special,
I'm sure you'll do well.
Let's just leave it at that now.
I'll call your agent and tell him.
Thanks.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Hold on.
Stay 5 minutes, let's have a drink.
Pour yourself a drink, get comfy,
I'll be right back.
Not drinking?
Then I won't either.
Let's go.
It went well.
Everything okay?
I thought we'd be waiting all night.
No, sorry...
- Can I give you the keys?
- Yes.
What is this?
What?
You can't pretend
you didn't have a fenderbender.
I didn't have a fenderbender.
Don't get smart with me
on your first day of work!
Ivan, call the boss
and we'll show him this car.
No! Wait, come here!
Before you get the boss, come here!
This is the scratch?
Yes, I did it.
- Watch it.
- Watch it?
I went bowling,
I did whatever the f*** I wanted.
I scrape up the whole car now...
What the f***?
What the f***?
You piece of sh*t! Let go of me!
- Get lost!
- Go call your boss.
Do you know who you work for?
Do you know?
You work for shitheads!
- Careful, I'll clobber you.
- He's crazy!
F*** off, all of you!
Here's my tie, you shithead!
He's nuts!
Gina!
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