Amici miei - Come tutto ebbe inizio Page #7

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- Everything. Look!

Debts, bills, protests, fines.

They even want me to pay

the taxes! Understand?

And I still don't know if

she's betrayed me or not.

- She swore you're the only man for her.

- Yeah.

Not to mention the

holidaymakers at Gavinana's.

Poor things!

Those two poor saints.

Actually I'm the poor

thing here. I'm an arsehole.

I've made such a mess of my life...

Come on arsehole! I have

a class at three o'clock.

I got to go back to work too.

- So, what is it you wanted? Can I help with a bill?

- No! No! No!

You know I don't want any help!

You can repay me. What is it you

wanted? Why did you have me come down?

- To know if I could count on a friend.

- And?

Push the car, or the engine won't start.

[Here is Mascetti.]

[Penniless but a gentleman.

Cynical but passionate.]

[Selfish but generous. Never

takes advantage. A real friend.]

Excuse me, the girl who got in a

little while ago... what's her room?

- Room 18.

- Thanks.

- Excuse me, tell me...

- What?

Antani also for the manager,

the unhooded supercazzola.

- What?

- To the right. For two.

Aw!

What do you want? Idiot!

Didn't I swear you were the only

man for me? Now what do you want?

- I thought she would betray me with a man...

- Shh!

...not with a blonde girl!

- But what was she like?

- Beautiful!

Better than Titti.

Yes, because that coward

also chooses them beautiful.

But I'll be honest.

- When I saw all those breasts and arses...

- Shh!

...and thighs, right then, I felt sick.

Her depravation, her vice. It was...

To be honest,

it made me sick.

- Did it?

- Yes, yes!

But where's the limit

between vice and normality?

Everything is so uncertain. But one thing

for sure, I would have plunged into it.

- Me too!

- And you, Melandri?

To be honest, considering that

similar occasions aren't so frequent...

...and a man's pride forces him to show

his virility to two women together...

...well, I would have plunged into it.

- See!

- Then, I'm a jerk.

- More or less.

But maybe if you run you'll

still find them there.

- No! Enough! It's over! Don't even mention...

- Shh!

Don't even mention it.

I'll rent a house, even

if it takes a bank robbery.

The two holidaymakers have

to stop suffering, understand?

- And if you see me...

- Shh!

- with Titti again, spit on my face.

- Okay.

Where's the paper? Thanks.

Let's see what's for rent.

[A house for Mascetti.

Easier said than done!]

[Even a pit was too expensive for him.]

[And how could we help

him, given his character?]

[We had to do it secretly.]

[There was a basement he liked...]

[...but that also was too much for him.]

[We made agreements

with the landlord...]

[...to give him the two thirds

of the rent under the counter.]

[He provided the furniture

himself.] The dining room.

There's also room for

a guest, just in case.

The beds.

One, two, three.

There's also a deckchair.

A table...

...and a closet. Beautiful,

ample, comfortable.

Here is the built-in wardrobe...

...with the wall hooks, for

when we have something to hang.

A little kitchen...

...with a hand-washer.

And finally, excuse me...

...excuse me...

...the bath.

There's a separate toilet.

Outside, in the courtyard.

It's functional. Conventional

furnishing is out of fashion.

It's the modern style. Apparently

there's nothing, but there is everything.

Apparently there's everything,

but there is nothing.

There's a heating system!

That's the sewer system

of the whole building.

- Come on! They must be hungry! Let's eat!

- Wine!

- Come on! We're hungry too.

- Meatballs!

- Mulled wine!

- Soviet Salad!

And chestnuts for dessert.

Not again! Sorry, but we

survived on chestnuts up there.

I see. Jelly!

- Chicken!

- Saints! Saints! Saints!

What's the time?

It's seven? Already?

- It's three a.m.

- Then, why are you up?

Something happened again?

- But what happened?

- Later, later.

What happened?

Bye.

Can I help you?

Good evening. I'd like

some cephalous pills.

I see.

- You meant for cephalea.

- No, mullet pills.

- What are they?

- You don't have them? Then I'll call the doctor.

Is that you, Titti?

Come!

- Am I the only man for you?

- Yes, you are.

- Swear it.

- I swear it.

- But you like girls?

- It isn't my fault.

- Then, you find all men disgusting.

- All of them.

- Except me. Swear it again.

- I swear it again.

- But you love me even if

I am a man. - Yes. - Do you?

If it wasn't for you,

I'd never go with a man.

Oh, yes, my Titti! Oh, Titti! My Titti!

Oh, Titti, Titti! My love!

I'm going crazy, Titti.

- Scoundrel!

- Oh, God! My father!

What's he doing? Shooting?

- Does Mr. Lello Mascetti live here?

- Yes.

- I have to speak to him.

- He's out.

- I see! Are you his wife?

- Yes.

May I? Colonel Ambrosio. Can I come in?

- It's about your husband.

- Oh, God.

Alice!

What's going on?

It's gas!

It's the gas!

Leave me! Leave me alone!

- Are you crazy? - So we'll

all die! - Let go of me!

Shame on you! With a teen!

- You want us all to die?

- Mother! - I want to die!

Let go of me! What are you doing?

- I want to d...

- Mother! - Help!

Oh, it's you.

Listen...

...have you got a blue suit to lend me?

Who did that to you?

No one. It's been a hell of

a night. I'm alive by miracle.

Have you got a blue suit to lend me?

No, but maybe Luciano has.

Let's see if it fits you.

And a nice tie. A serious one.

Shoes and everything.

- Are you going to a funeral?

- It's worse than that.

But don't worry.

I'll be done within the day.

- I'll return you all in an hour.

- Alright.

You didn't help me.

Whatever. I'll do it myself.

I ordered you to spit on my

face if I saw Titti again.

- You didn't.

- No. - Well.

Then I'll do it myself.

No! That's Luciano's mirror!

Where are you going? To a wedding?

- I'm going with you.

- Of course.

We need to talk.

[And he spoke with a

firm voice for an hour...]

[...the voice of a man who knows what

his duty is and he's ready to do it.]

Then, I feel guilty

towards that poor thing.

God forbid, if she tries it again...

Don't even make me think

about it, I could not bear it.

I could kill myself too.

You are young and have the right

to be irresponsible, but I don't.

I don't! Do you understand?

I know, I am ruining you. I can't

stake a claim on your future.

- I would never forgive myself.

- Hmm hmm.

You could say we knew

all this from the start...

...and this is an excuse

for me to get rid of you...

...after I knew...

...about your little defect.

Well, it's not so much

of a defect, after all...

No. The truth it is another.

Let's face reality.

It was just a beautiful dream.

You're 18, I'm 52.

But it's not the 34 years' difference:

our love has just no future.

Come on, Titti...

...let's close the wound

and stop thinking about it.

Yes, it's the only way.

Goodbye, Titti.

Goodbye, shitty. See

you tomorrow at midday.

- Half past! At midday they're going to distrain my goods.

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