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And you, are you still loved up

with little Bianca?

I want to know what you talk about

every night

on the banks of the Arno,

glued to the walls!

We're in love.

We're engaged, aren't we?

Oh, I see! You're in love.

Lucky you!

Listen, Elisa. It's driving me crazy

not being with you.

I dream about you at night,

and I'm not sure I still love Bianca.

Aha! Finally!

There's a declaration!

- I'm serious.

- Do you... have any money?

I got my week's wages today.

Don't worry, I'm not that expensive.

Come!

It's best if I go in first.

I don't want to be seen with

someone who's known.

The gossips will be saying

that I'm corrupting minors.

I'm not a minor!

I'm a free man

and I answer to nobody.

Fine!

But if Via del Corno doesn't see us

together, it's better for you too.

Oh my gosh.

- What is it, pet?

- You won't believe it, Signora!

You know the printer, Mario?

He's gone into the inn behind Elisa.

- So?

- So, he's engaged to Bianca...

And? He's a man in trousers isn't he?

- But Signora!

- Eh! Signora, Signora...

Men are men, my dear.

Some problems have yet

to be resolved.

Kiss me again.

You don't want to leave, eh?

No, why?

Your heart's somewhere else!

That's how to stop before it's too late.

Better that way, isn't it?

You really need help!

You wish! They gave me some

drops to take

and ordered me to rest.

Plenty of rest.

Watch it.

You're standing near the window,

someone might see you.

Don't think that because I'm here,

I don't still love Bianca.

You had me in your thoughts.

You said so yourself!

And now you've forgotten me?

Don't get upset!

You brought it up.

That's the second time you've said

you love Bianca...

it seems like you're afraid

you'll forget.

As if you'd already cheated on her

before me.

When will I see you again?

Maybe never! I'm not accustomed to

these appointments.

Oh, so it's true that there's

another woman?

If it's not Bianca, then who?

Someone from Via del Corno?

Do I know her?

Stupid woman!

I'm sorry! That wasn't fair.

I want us to stay friends.

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Bye, Elisa.

- Olimpia!

- Oh!

Look what they've done to Osvaldo!

- Goodbye, comrade!

- What happened? Where have you been?

- Brutes...

- Tell us what happened.

What happened? Has your firm

gone bust?

Just forget about it!

- Calm down, Osvaldino.

- Calm down?

They're a wicked bunch!

False fascists!

They took me captive

because I wrote to the Duce,

denouncing them as violent hoodlums

who are ruining the revolution!

They beat me as if I was the

worst anti-fascist!

First Carlino, my own friend.

They want to force me out

of the party.

Drink something, it'll help.

Who cares if they force you out?

I'm ruined!

They're preparing the second wave.

It'll be like a new march on Rome.

And if they throw me out

I won't be able to participate!

It's my destiny.

I could never achieve anything concrete.

I'm a failure!

I've no medals, I'll miss out on

that ribbon too,

and maybe I'll be fired from my job!

- Come now, Osvaldino...

Politics is a losing game.

You lose your friends,

you lose business,

short of giving up on

your beliefs...

Of course, my beliefs aren't

the same as yours

however I can give you

one piece of advice:

do like I do, and just say "screw it!"

The King invites all Italians

to the United Benefit Gala.

Yesterday on the Viminal hill,

the Cavalier Benito Mussolini received

the new Belgian ambassador.

Enough of that.

Read me the news.

Ah, that'll be them arriving.

That's Maciste's motorcycle.

Yes. Nurse? Excuse me...

Hello!

- Hello!

- We're here!

You're looking a lot better now!

The damage is inside, my dear Corrado.

These people are professionals.

They how to hit where it hurts.

But their time will come,

even if I don't get to see it.

You need to concentrate on your health

and nothing else!

I've never been a fascist.

Corrado, do you remember that day

of the march on Rome?

I was passing by your workshop,

I was happy.

I was coming back from dancing.

Do you remember, I said to you:

They've captured Rome, so take to

your beds and cover up!

You didn't respond, but you gave me

a look that almost scared me.

And now they've put me

properly to bed,

maybe permanently.

- Alfredo!

- Don't tire yourself out.

- Let me finish.

I wanted to say, Corrado,

if that day ever comes...

dead or alive...

- Signor Campolmi!

I want to be there too.

- Better if you're alive, no?

You wouldn't be much help dead.

- May we come in?

- Come!

- Is it ok?

- Come in, come in!

There's the weed!

Hello!

- Here.

- Oh, very nice! Thanks!

So, when'll we eat these wedding sweets?

Sooner than you think.

We'll be making the announcement soon!

Hey shorty, didn't you realise?

She's making an honest man out of you!

- And you two?

- Us?

Uhh, we're... taking things slow.

Ah...

Taking it slow, eh, half-pint?

That's the youth of today for you.

In my day, when you got engaged...

And he's off! You ought to have been

a lecturer, not a cobbler.

I'll decide when's the right time.

For now we're happy enough.

Bianca... what is it?

The child has a fever.

- The fever of love!

- No, a real fever.

Come on, Bianca!

Take her outside.

She doesn't feel well.

Mimosa, mimosa, such

melancholy in your smile...

Your little house among the roses...

Milena! Milena!

- What are you doing here?

- Waiting for you, maybe...

Me?

Maciste took Bianca home in

his sidecar.

And what would I do in there

with the others?

Listen to Staderini

waffling on?

I don't like it when he

calls me half-pint.

You thought you could come

and live here

and get away without a nickname?

- Know what he calls me?

- "Feisty Milena"

It's a compliment!

Ah, but Alfredo does get angry

rather often!

What have the doctors said?

He's not doing at all well.

He's not improving, he's

getting worse.

I'm at a loss, Mario.

Be honest, did you wait for me

because you wanted

to know how Bianca was feeling?

Okay, okay!

Come to your window

when Palazzo Vecchio strikes

eight o'clock, and I'll tell you.

Bianca will be at her window,

fever or no fever!

Why are you angry?

Bianca and I don't see eye-to-eye.

She can be so petty.

I don't know...

We fight over stupid things.

Today, for example,

we had a fight because I refused to read

"The Hand of Death"!

Sorry, but now you really

sound like a kid!

I'm a kid, am I?

Advice? What advice could I give you?

Bianca's got a heart of gold.

Although she's a little introverted.

You'll learn to understand her,

if you really want to.

And don't say she has low ambitions.

Bianca dreams of a peaceful life,

a house...

I was the same, until a few months ago.

I had everything I could ever want.

I was happy...

My dear Milena!

I want to see you smile, remember?

You're a funny one, Mario.

I never know when you're joking

and when you're serious.

Say, what's going on?

There are no trams running.

They've all gone back to the depot.

Why?

Apparently it's a complete shambles.

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