Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #10

---

have an important appointment.

- Would you go there?

- Where?

To Necchi's bar. We always meet there.

- What should I do?

- My friends will tell you all.

Oh, this is important

because it's a mixture...

...of ox's blood and tomato

sauce that can be sprayed...

...on someone's face to

make them look wounded.

Another important thing:

...take the stocking and put it on

your face. Then take a revolver...

...and shoot the air

when the others shoot.

I told you that just to

see the face you'd put.

This face, dad! Have fun!

[The settling of

scores with the gang...]

[...of the Marseillaise took

place in an abandoned yard.]

[Our slogan was:
"Either

us or them". Of course...]

[...they were hiding

inside the abandoned yard.]

Out!

- Ouch!

- Be careful!

I can't... it's very dark here.

[Taking advantage of the darkness,

Necchi crossed the lines...]

[...to go and play the

part of the Marseillaise.]

- Damn you!

- Come here! Macaroni!

They've recognised us!

- Of course, you're making noise!

- Shut up!

We'll make you dance the tarantella!

- What now, boss?

- In open order.

F***ing Italians! You're f***ed up!

- Paw, lights off!

- Okay, boss.

Long live De Gaulle! Long live France!

- Come on, guys!

- Victory!

Alain Delon! Borsalino!

Let's show them who we are!

[Necchi, who had spent the afternoon...]

[...organizing everything,

surpassed himself.]

(In bad French) Sons of a

b*tch! Go and f*** yourself!

But are those fireworks?

They're flares, moron!

- That's napalm, can't you see?

- Sh*t faces! Faggots!

Come on, Righi, shoot! Come on! Quickly!

Marseille, f*** off!

[The clash was brief,

but violent and bloody.]

Ouch, mother!

- One less.

- Syphilitic French.

Fox's Paw! Come here,

let's surround them!

Oh, wait, I've trodden a dog sh*t.

[Despite our bravery, the numerical...]

[...superiority of our

enemies overwhelmed us.]

Forward, Savoyards! Never surrender!

[In short, we were f***ed up.]

Charge!

(In bad French)

Italians, You're defeated!

Shut up, moron, or

I'll give you an enema.

Righi, look what

happened because of you!

- Me?

- You didn't shield him with your body.

They've killed the boss, Righi!

Florence, you have no chance!

- What shall we do without the boss?

- What shall we do? Escape! Away!

- Don't breathe!

- See you at the cafe.

My goodness! Another dog

sh*t. But who chose this place?

- Victory! Allons enfants de la patrie!

- Ouch!

- Help, Fox's Paw is wounded.

- Who cares!

Away, or they'll kill us all.

What? He's still alive.

Then finish him off!

Daddy! F*** you!

May my blood fall on you.

To the car.

This wound is a supercazzola!

Caporetto! Every man for himself!

Salvage whatever possible!

- How many copies do you want?

- These ones will do, thanks.

- How come that wasn't in my newspaper?

- Because this edition...

...is not out yet.

- You have to disappear.

- But why is

...my portrait there,

when I count for nothing?

Being a noob, you've

made some bad mistakes.

Enough! If they catch us, we're dead.

Either you disappear or we'll kill you!

But where should I go? I've got

nobody. I don't have any money.

You're millionaires, give me some money!

Impossible. Those bills are marked.

- Do you have a sister?

- Yes. - Reach her.

- She's in Reggio Calabria!

- It's not far at all.

- But I still haven't understood...

- Hey!

What!

F*** you and your family!

Oh!

Arsehole! Son of a b*tch!

Shall we take a ride?

Listen, guys, don't know

about you, but I'm in no mood.

Then, I haven't slept for 24 hours.

I mean, I don't feel

like a gypsy anymore.

Well, I have an operation

early in the morning.

And I have two bills under protest,

the rent to pay and no money.

- And I have to take care of Carmen.

- Alright, it's over.

[The beauty of being gypsies is]

[we're free, we follow our imagination and

desires. But it's like love, it just happens...]

[...and when it's over, it's

over. There's nothing one can do.]

[The stars again, the

same as last night...]

[...and as many other nights.

Nights, days, lovers, events.]

[I already have a nice burden

of past things on my shoulders.]

[But what about the

future? Maybe that's why...]

[...maybe it's not to

feel that burden...]

[...that I never take things seriously?]

[Or maybe my son is right?]

[Maybe it's that bad pudding I ate?]

[However it was a beautiful

day. Beautiful, free, stupid...]

[...as when we were kids.]

[Who knows when there's going

to be another one like this.]

Hello? F*** whoever

you are at this hour.

What? He's bad?

How "bad"?

- Are you done, doctor?

- Yes.

Then...

...away...

...from my balls...

...because I have to die.

Are you crazy? Not now!

- He isn't able to...

- No, no...

In the name of the Father, and

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Tell me, son.

Venial sbiliguda...

...with the supercazzola...

... premature.

Excuse me, son?

I confess, as if it were antani...

...unhooded to the right...

...ostantinato to malliti.

How many times, son?

Fifty-fifty...

...Reumatina as if it were...

...mea culpa...

...the supercazzola...

- I absolve you from your sins...

... in the name of the Father,

and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

But is he really dead?

Let's go, mother.

Are you sure it's not a joke?

Is he really dead?

Do you think he's pretending?

He could do it.

You won't shed a tear?

I shed them all already.

And then one cries when someone dies.

But nobody died.

Who was he?

No one.

- He was nothing!

- Let's go, mother.

Well...

...he wasn't up to much.

- But I liked him.

- Me too.

And me too.

But then, does it matter to be someone?

Well, his f***ing son is.

And that stupid woman!

What the f***! I would like...

...such a funeral as to

give them a heart-attack!

And a thousand people crying.

And flowers, telegrams,

bands, flags, whores, soldiers!

# Beautiful daughter of love,

plon plon plon plon plon...

#...I'm a slave to your mannerisms,

plon plon plon plon plon...

# ...la la la la la la la la...

# ...you can ease, you can ease

my pain. Plon plon plon plon plon.

# Pa pappero pa pappero

pa pappero pa papp. #

- Hey!

- Hmm?

That's Righi!

- But what happened?

- Oooh!

That's the boss...

But wasn't he dead?

Shh!

He is like a cat, he has seven lives.

And what about the other one?

How did he end inside there?

He was a traitor.

We had to kill him.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes