AmeriQua Page #5

Come on. We got to study.

[Cheers and applause]

- [Speaking Italian]

[Cheers and applause]

[Speaking Italian]

- [Speaking Italian]

[Spits]

Carmine.

[Speaking Italian]

[Both speaking Italian]

- Perdonami.

- Si.

Perche?

- [Speaking Italian]

[Both speaking Italian]

- Coffee?

- [Speaking Italian]

- Sergio.

- Sergio, si.

Grazie.

- Scusi.

- Si, si.

- [Speaking Italian]

- Il vino.

[Wine sloshing loudly]

[Distorted instrumental music]

[Gunfire]

- [Yelling]

- I'm sorry.

I'll get you a napkin.

Um, excuse me.

My God...

- [Speaking Italian]

Oh, eh?

What are you doing?

Charlie. Eh?

You better be,

because the boss is here,

and he doesn't like very much

the incompetence.

He is particular.

- No, I just lost my balance.

I can get--

I'll be fine.

- You can lost work you want,

but another mistake like this,

and you go in the kitchen,

washing the dishes, okay?

- [Speaking Italian]

- Um, I am so sorry,

signor ferracane.

I didn't mean to spill the wine

on your customers.

- [Speaking Italian]

- Charlie.

- [Speaking Italian]

- I can stay in here.

Um, I wash the dishes--

- no!

[Speaking Italian]

Mmm.

Bene, bene.

[Speaking Italian]

- Ah.

- [Speaking Italian]

[Beeping]

[Dogs barking and growling]

- [Speaking Italian]

- Lele.

Lele.

I need to talk to you.

- The strike worked!

Are you ready for my party?

Every sexy lady in bologna

will be there!

- No, lele, I've been stirring

ragu for five hours.

Just listen to me

for one second, all right?

- We have no time.

No time for words, okay?

We have to go.

Come on.

- Lele.

- [Speaking Italian]

- Look,

I think that Valentina's

family--that carmine too--

I think that they're

in the mafia.

- What?

No!

Guys!

Guys, Charlie has big news.

He suspects that carmine,

[speaking italian] Are...

What?

- They're in the mafia.

- No!

[Derisive laughter]

- Charlie!

I told you that Valentina's

family was particular, eh?

- What?

Particular?

Do you even know

what that word means?

[Audio distorts and echoes]

[Crowd chanting "Charlie"]

- Ah, yes!

[Shouts in Italian]

- Charlie!

Vicky.

- Vicky.

- Elsy.

- How are you?

[Thumping dance music]

So the strike today

was pretty interesting.

- Oh, my God.

You were there?

- Yeah!

That's why we're here.

- I would have been much better

if I could--

you know,

if they understood English.

- I'm sure.

We should try it

in America some time.

- That's a great idea,

now that you guys have

completely f***ed up

our semester.

- Oh, come on.

It's not that bad.

- You have nothing to lose!

- [Shrieks]

[Laughter]

Come on, Vicky.

Let's go--now.

I'm over this.

- Really?

- Now.

- You have to leave?

- Listen, uh,

can we hang out tomorrow?

- Of course.

- Okay.

Um, hang on.

Give me this.

Do you have a phone number?

- I don't have a cell phone.

- Okay.

Should we meet tomorrow?

Piazza maggiore?

- Okay.

What time,

like 3:
00?

Will you be up by then?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yes!

- Okay.

Bye.

- Whoo-hoo!

Valentina!

- Charlie!

Ciao!

- Hey, carmine.

- Yeah, whatever, man.

- You want a drink?

- [Speaking Italian]

- Si.

- Ciao.

- Yeah.

Ow, Charlie!

Charlie bit my finger!

[Laughs]

I take a picture.

- Ah, that's beautiful.

- Ah.

- But we're not supposed

to be here.

- Yes, I know.

- Carmine, come.

We got a table right here.

It's the best one in the house.

- Thank you very much

for your kind offer.

But we do have a table reserved

for ourselves, okay?

- I want to stay here.

- Are you serious, dude?

Look, we're fun.

It's cool.

Capisce?

- Okay, now you've crossed

your f***ing line.

Either you step outside with me,

or you take a seat,

and you stop the sh*t.

- Oh, carmine!

[Speaking Italian]

I want to stay here

with my boyfriend.

- With who?

- Your what?

- [Speaking Italian]

- [Speaking Italian]

Catch you around, man.

[Throbbing club music]

- Ciao, lele.

[Door frame crunches]

[Dog whimpering]

- [Barks]

[Dog yipping]

[Contemplative organ music]

- He practices here every night.

Charlie, come on!

I can't believe you are so slow.

Follow me!

I want to show you something.

Okay, enough.

[Panting]

- Are we going somewhere?

- You choose.

Which way?

- Do I look like

I know where I'm going?

- [Laughs]

- Look, I think we should talk

about carmine for one minute.

- Oh, Charlie.

No.

Just choose.

- I mean, here seems all right.

- Yeah.

- And I don't want to start

sick of listening

please don't teach me

something that I have known

I know your words

are full of romance

but it won't change my ways

'cause I'm sure this time

the turtle will not win

the race

- Caffe?

- Mmm.

[Groaning]

- [Giggles]

Buongiorno.

- Good morning.

- Caffe.

- Thank you.

Oh, smells delicious.

I'm kind of hungry.

- I will make us a picnic today.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Amore.

- Amore?

- Amore.

What?

Lele didn't teach you anything

about Italian women?

- Who?

[Bell tolling and organ music]

[Cheers and applause]

[Whirling pop music]

- Okay, try it.

- Hm.

- Mmm.

Ah!

- No more, though.

You're gonna kill me.

- [Chuckles]

Mmm.

- I think I might look better

in these.

Hold on.

No complaining.

- Oh, thanks.

- What do you think?

- [Chuckling]

- No?

- Oh, yeah.

You're so pretty.

[Cell phone ringing]

Papa?

Si.

Ciao.

[Speaking Italian]

Ciao.

Ciao, ciao.

- Your dad?

- Yeah.

- He say anything about carmine?

- No.

It was about my party.

- Party?

- Yeah, my party tonight.

- Hey.

- My mom will love you.

Okay, give me back

my keys please.

- Why?

- 'Cause you drive

like an American.

- [Chuckles]

[Yelling]

[Shimmering pop music]

- Good morning!

- Oh, my God.

Did you grow, like a pubic hair

polka dot in one day?

Look--

- no, these?

These are mine. Look.

- Oh, my God.

Put something on.

Christ.

- Charlie, last night

was my greatest success.

We came back here

after the party,

and we shaved everyone.

And then I had

my first menage a six.

And you?

What did you do?

- I was with Valentina.

No, man, she's amazing.

- Valentina.

Well, as long

as you are about to die,

I will wake up the girls

so you can die happy

and with clean balls.

- No, thanks.

I am going to see Vicky.

- But being with Valentina

is not risky enough.

Do you want to make her

jealous too?

- Vicky and I are just friends.

It's, um...

Don't worry about it.

Look, I'm late.

I've got to go.

What the f***

happened to the door?

[Synth-driven pop music]

- Charlie!

Hey.

- Hey.

Excuse me.

- What's up?

- [Grunts]

What, is this,

like, a law school thing?

- No, no.

It's, um,

somebody stole my bike.

It was short-lived,

the pleasure

of that experience.

So I have to get a new one.

This is a bike auction.

[Cheering]

- So probably all these people

have had their bikes stolen,

huh?

- Yeah.

Why, are you getting nervous?

- No, I--you know,

I don't think I'm wanted here.

Why don't we make

a break for it?

- Okay.

- All right?

- When do I get my bike?

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