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to her home town.

I know that. What I meant was,

does she still have connections here?

No, I wouldn't think so.

You wouldn't think so, eh?

Well it seems to me to be the opposite!

Ah, well if it seems to you.

And it also seems...

Ciao Nanni!

That even after the clear verdict,

there's still someone here

who thinks that I had something to do

with the Maciste incident.

How could that be?!

The law's the same for everyone.

Listen to me, people should know

that it's in their best interests

not to mention this business ever again.

You can pass that on.

It will be done, Ragioniere.

One moment! Tell the Signora

I'm coming to see her!

On other thing:
all these alarms

every morning are bothering me.

Lately I've become used to the quiet.

The Signora says you needn't bother!

No bother. No bother at all,

for heaven's sake!

Either get some with a more

civilised sound, or do without.

- Spread the word. Bye, Ciaba!

- At your service.

What did he say? Tell me!

- Nanni, I need a word with you.

- Whenever you like.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I've nothing against courtesy,

but there's no need

to smile at him, ok?

But I wasn't...

What you've done goes

beyond all limits, Signora.

And the money you've owed me for

the past two years, have you forgotten?

You took advantage of my absence

to screw over my mother.

And buy my apartment for

a third of its value!

Let's stop the chit-chat

and get to the facts.

- Antonietta!

- Yes, Signora.

Here's the Bencini account and records,

Signora.

These are the facts?

I advise you to erase

my name from this book.

- You're playing with fire.

- Listen to me, boy!

Since you were a baby,

or perhaps not even born,

I already had the pleasure of knowing

many of the men

here or in Rome,

who make the laws today.

If you don't settle your debt right now,

you're out.

I just want to draw a line.

Nothing more.

- Don't talk nonsense!

- Signora, something's happening

at number three.

- What is it?

I can't see...

- Ask!

- What's going on?

And?

They say Signor Alfredo has died.

Ah!

Alfredo has barely passed

and he comes in here to find her.

Be quiet, you old gossip!

You really need

your tongue bolting down!

Mario is the most serious person

on Via del Corno.

Exactly. I've often seen him

arm in arm with Milena, by the river.

Am I not allowed to say it?

It's Carlino's mother.

I don't want to see her.

Poor thing!

She's not to blame!

And that other song he made up

about Staderini and his wife!

- Ugo!

- How did it go?

"Fidalma, poor as a church mouse,

locked Marianne right out of her house"!

Living on Via del Corno

was better than the theatre!

Maciste used to laugh like a child.

- Well, we'd better get going.

- It's been nice seeing you.

- Good night, Gesuina.

- Bye, Marco!

- Ciao, Gesuina.

- Bye.

Those flyers will be ready

tomorrow or the day after.

I'll bring them by the market,

after noon.

- The usual place.

- Great!

- Goodbye!

- Ciao.

- Was the dinner a success?

- Stunning.

You excelled yourself.

- We have orders to take you

to the station. - Why?

No, don't say anything.

Look, I'm silent.

- Here, found it!

- What have you found?

Manna from heaven? Read them.

When those were mailed,

it wasn't a crime to say

the things that are written there.

Wait and see, the new laws might

apply retroactively.

Have you finished?

Then get out!

Out!

Fidalma.

Be careful, Milena!

Run, Milena!

Mario! Thank goodness I found you!

- They might be following me!

- Calm down, Milena!

They're coming to arrest you!

They've blocked off the streets

around Via del Corno.

There they are! Run, Mario, run!

No, wait.

Milena, look at me.

I'll find a place to hide.

But even if they take me now,

be strong.

Remember that I've never loved you more

than I do right now.

My love! Go! Go!

See how easy it was,

sharing our first kiss?

Remember...

"Smile, Milena"... and she smiles!

Let's go.

Looks like they've caught a thief.

And?

They took him.

- What's this, Ciaba?

- Nothing, Ragioniere!

This here is... nothing.

My dear Milena. After one year in jail,

I was able to flee to France,

where you came to join me.

For both of us, and all our friends,

it was a long wait

filled with more conflict and danger.

Meanwhile, throughout Italy,

Carlino and his friends

were living their finest hour.

Via del Corno, that little portrait

of our country

where we were born or brought up,

always remained close to our hearts

with its memories,

with its human warmth.

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