At Last, at Last Page #6

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I am sure that after three or four

months at our factory in Germany ...

Moving to a foreign

country can work miracles.

Of course it doesn't mean

exile for the rest of your life.

I think a brief visit should do it.

This also concerns Valentina.

She'll remain at home.

You won't miss out anything. You'll be

in the company of Gianfranco and Brigitte.

They are quite liberal...

Practicing their native tongue.

If I allow my paternal affection...

Not really paternal... but nearly!

As I understand it, you want to send

me to a German concentration camp...

...because I won't collaborate with the allies.

- You're acting like a Nazi, Uncle Frederico.

- Stop talking sh*t.

- And why do you want me to go alone?

- Valentina can visit when you're restored.

And how will we know when I'm restored?

- When, ah...

- When, ah? Come on, tell me!

I don't know! When you've

recovered from your birth defect.

I'll get you some

hormones from a cat in heat.

- You got it?

- I'm not moving there... period!

This is an issue that only

concerns me and my wife.

And it seems she has decided.

On the advice of her mother,

I have no more to say on the matter.

Just when you think you've

seen everything, she takes the prize.

I thought I'd married an

understanding, loving girl...

But when we're in bed, her only concern

is whether she's lying next to a bull.

Which must mean

that I am married to a cow.

What are you saying, Giovannino?

Do you want to hear the truth?

I gave you love, loyalty, understanding,

affection. I gave you all I could give.

And when erotic thoughts come to me,

my heart pounds with sexual desire.

And if my husband can't perform, what

can I do? Call Giovannino's cardiologist?

To have him confirm that you're a cow?

Get out of here, you impotent eunuch!

I don't want to see you in this house again.

Mother of God, my love is going to

drown herself in the lake. My poor angel!

What lake, Mama? You know

where that door goes? That goes to...

- Valentina!

- My little...

Giovannino! Mrs. Lucia!

You two sit still, don't make a fuss.

Nothing will happen...

- Valentina! Valentina!

- She's gone to the lake. A suicide. I feel it!

Valentina!

- This is terrible...

- Let's split up.

- I'll go this way... you go that way.

- Oh, Mother of God...

Maybe we'd better take the

boat so we can search the bank.

- Lord ... help us find her...

- Pray later. Now, sit down!

We can't get close enough. Maybe

it would be better to notify the police.

You're right, Mama.

Let's go back.

- What happened, why did you stop?

- It's out of gas.

- Now what?

- I can only paddle.

Put this on, Mama!

I'll be damned, everything happens to me.

What are you doing there, sitting on a rock?

Put this on!

Come along!

Courage Mama, a fishing lodge

is just a hundred meters from here.

We'll shelter there.

Have courage!

Come here.

Hello, won't you please join us, miss!

Go inside! Please...

We made it.

Put the fender over the side!

Let me help you.

Come Mama, stay with me.

Take care, it's slippery.

It will be my fault if

anything happens to Valentina.

Please don't talk like that, Giovannino.

Valentina is no longer a child. Now get

those clothes off! You'll catch pneumonia.

- Are you tired?

- Yes.

Then why don't you rest?

Here, lie down on the bed.

- Would you like a drink?

- Please.

Here! Drink some whiskey.

Stop, Giovannino. You mustn't despair.

I'm sure nothing will happen to Valentina.

It was just a stupid hysterical crisis.

She's a very practical girl, not stupid.

I have taught her well.

Mama! Where are you, mama?

I want my mother!

Mama? You raised me by yourself.

And you were so lonely.

I want my mother.

Hush now, my love.

I'll be your mother.

Don't cry, my treasure,

Tell me your troubles.

I want my mother ...

My mama...

You feel so warm, mama.

At last, my love...

- Mama...

- My beloved. My lover...

- Thank you, Mama!

- What a man you are, Giovannino...

- Isn't that your boat, Don Frederico?

- I don't know, let me see.

- Yes, that's my boat.

- Tie up to it!

Go faster...

- Giovannino!

- Again?

No... I hear a boat.

- Giovannino...

- It's Uncle Frederico.

He brought the police.

Quickly! Get dressed.

Mrs. Lucia... Giovannino!

Where you are?

It's Uncle Frederico.

- Finally... Frederico.

- Thank goodness you found us, Uncle.

Valentina is okay, Giovannino.

Some French campers rescued her.

She's in good health. In fact, I've

never seen anyone in such good health.

I thought you should know, Mama.

Yes, I'm so happy for you ...

I've been thinking about this whole scandal...

- Was your rescue alright?

- Alright?

Why, it was beautiful! It was

beautiful because he was beautiful.

Beautiful any way you want it to mean.

And Giovannino, when will he discover...

When will he figure it out?

He doesn't know about these things.

Now what should I do?

The fact that I've been used...

- You told me to get an annulment...

- An annulment?

No! No... don't annul anything.

- Do you want a scandal, as well as a tragedy?

- But you told me to leave him.

No one is going to be left.

He's part of the family now.

- Just yesterday you said ...

- One moment, Valentina!

Yesterday was yesterday.

And today is today ...

Why not go to him now

and try again. He is a strong boy.

A plant that sits in the shade and

is wilted ... if the rain comes, it blooms.

Your mother may not understand plants

very well, but men... she knows well.

You need to know how to use

what you've learned on Giovannino.

I'm sure after last night's

experience, a new Giovannino was born.

How do you know? How can

you be so sure? Who told you?

A mother's intuition.

A mother is always right.

You want to stop with that foot,

Mr. Frederico? Don't expect a miracle.

Please understand, Mrs. Lucia,

it's just a nervous impulse...

Why can't we play pinch-pinch, Gianfranco?

They get to do it and

we don't, my mandrill?

Sit quietly now, fedayeen!

We need to concentrate on...

- Be careful, you mental case!

- Excuse me, Mr. Frederico!

Put the tray down carefully and go.

This is very important.

- Hey! You scratched me with a fingernail.

- Excuse me, I did it on purpose.

- Then you're forgiven...

- Brigitte!

Even at this delicate time, is sex

the only thing you can think about?

Mama Lucia!

Please come in and

help us for a few minutes.

- What's this? All three in the bedroom?

- How nice, a threesome...

Quiet, you gorilla!

You have 30 seconds... give me his name.

If not, I'll kill you. You and her.

- I'll slaughter everyone! I swear it!

- Stop, Giovannino! No more screaming!

If you don't, you'll bring on a scandal and

make the headlines. Just calm down, my dear!

How can I calm down, Mama?

Do you understand what's happened?

This goddamn slut gave her virginity

while we suffered through the storm.

Shouldn't I have been her first?

Shut up, Giovannino!

No! She just told me about it,

and I have something to say.

- I want to know who it was and why she did it!

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