DeGenerazione Page #4

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How can I hear this?

Really.

How come I can't see you?

Why?

Who's talking?

- Me. -

Who are you?

A ghost?

- A ghost. -

Ghosts don't exist.

Oh, God, God...

I can't believe this is happening.

It's not that I didn't know...I didn't

know it would be so soon.

Enough! Enough!

Come on...you're getting upset.

Piazza Re D'Italia.

Piazza Re D'Italia...

Who knows what'll be there.

Maybe a nut house.

Are you crazy?

Yes, I'm crazy...

I'll shoot!

- Calm down. Be calm. Calm. -

Who am I talking to?

What the f*** are you!?

I'm going to shoot!

Oh, God! Go away!

Disappear! Disappear!

Why am I going there?

- Because you are a cab driver. -

And I'm your customer, OK.

Stupid...

I have to make a phone call, OK?

Do you have some cigerettes?

And some coffee please.

Yes, it's me...

Yes...

No, I picked up a customer,

that's whats happening...

Am I alright?

Why, how do I sound?

No absolutely

No, it's no problem...

We're together all the time...

OK, bye...

Bye.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Why? What do I sound like?

Isn't it me?

What happened to the guy with the case?

Tell me.

Enough.

Eh?

Is that enough money for the night ride,

even though you stop to much.

What the f***...

Slow down...

Slow down...

Please, slow down...

Please, please...slow down...

I'm getting sick back here.

Please...

I'm going to throw up...stop!

Stop at once!

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Feel better now?

Anyway, we'll be there soon.

Piazza Re D'Italia is very near.

I don't understand anything anymore...

- You talk but... -

If you keep up like this you'll go crazy.

Talk to yourself, I don't exist.

What do you mean, don't exist?

You threw up.

- Thanks to you. -

But I said excuse me.

How could I know you'd be sick.

All I see is a case back there.

I thought you were that guy from TV.

So I made a mistake. No?

how can I understand?

You're either there or your not.

Don't you see me?

You're not the only one.

Are you always like that?

No one can see you?

So you're invisible?

- Often. -

So, some kind of ghost?

Still obsessed with your ghosts?

No, no, no, whatever.

Yeah, I know...

But...

Would you like to freshen up?

It's very cold.

Certainly I know I made you sick...

But you...

Smoke a pack a day.

It's better I don't share this with...

...anyone.

Eh? Rome, what a night.

Yeah, I grew up right around here.

Then me and my wife Sabina

moved to the Grotto Rossa.

And it's going well.

Excuse me, but, are you totally invisible?

Even your cloths?

Maybe sometimes...

It's not important...

Forget I said anything.

Here we are...

Piazza Re D'Italia.

Near Martire della Restenza.

Listen $50, is too much.

I know it's more expensive at night...

but $25 is enough.

Here you go. How about $20?

$20 is fair.

You don't want it?

Excuse me, but your case fell down.

Look at this traffic.

Excuse me, mind if I take a look?

What's this?

BOMBS STILL IN ROME

Jesus...

You don't give a sh*t anyways.

Excuse me the Piazza Re D'Italia It's

behind the senate building?

Yes.

Eh, what else is there?

I don't know.

India 21...

FINALLY TOGETHER

I'm finished.

I just need to go over the other side.

What is this?

- Eh? -

Is it yours?

Yeah, it's mine...

It's the skull of a sheep.

Why are we keeping it?

- Why? -

Because it helped me pass my biology exam.

Put it over there.

I'll find a home for it.

No! It's to long...

I can't stand it anymore.

All it needs is a little pounding.

Clumsy b*tch!

What are you laughing at?

I'm not laughing.

Let me see.

Let me lok.

You're upset with me.

No, I'm not upset.

No.

Come on. I'm sorry.

I'm not your enemy.

I'm not mad.

Come my love let's go to bed.

- We have all ths stuff to do. -

We can do it all tomorrow.

Eh? Eh?

No. No. We can't.

- Come on... -

No...

I said no...

I can't do that right now.

I'm to busy. Too busy for that.

I have to put stuff away.

Yes, Mom...

Yes.

Certainly, yes.

No, no, everything is fine.

Everything is going smoothly.

Yes. Very good.

Then we'll talk again soon.

Very good.

Bye...bye.

What are you doing?

Is there anymore beer?

- I don't know where it is. -

Then I'll have a coke.

Get off the counter!

What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?

- Hey, I did nothing to him! -

You say you didn't do anything...

I didn't do anything!

- A**hole! -

I'm sorry. I didn't do anything!

- I told you never touch him! -

What compassion you have!

Excuse me...

- Excuse me... -

No, excuse me...

I think I'm tired.

Don't worry about it.

We've been closed up in here

for three days.

I'm sorry but I didn't do it on purpose.

OK?

Do you love me?

- Of course I do. -

God, what a head you have.

I'm going to take a bath.

A bath at thi hour?

Yeah, wwhat's wrong with that?

- You mad at me? -

No. No.

Can I come too?

No...

Don't worry about it.

We'll talk later.

Breaking my balls.

Here you go.

See?

We're you afraid?

Oh, no...

...don't worry.

What's wrong my love?

- Nothing, just a small headache. -

Oh...

I thought you had enough.

We can start over again tonight.

Some tea?

A bit.

Some more?

Giovanni, what should I do?

It's better not to mention names.

- If I didn't give names I'd be in jail. -

You'd be better in jail.

And now?

- Now what? -

Some help, give me some protection.

- I can't! -

You want a pro's opinion?

- Yes. -

Kill yourself.

- What? -

Kill yourself.

- What?! How!? -

I don't know how. Strangle yourself.

Shoot yourself. Throw yourself out a window.

But what about my friends?

- You have none. -

Please don't leave me in this sh*t.

Give me a hand.

You don't understand...

Do you have your address book?

- Yes. -

Give it to me.

- Why? -

Hold this.

What are you going to do?

I'll show you...

But why...

And now, forget about me too...

Ah, let me give you something.

This is your mail.

Bills to pay.

And this... a postcard from someone.

Bye.

- Later. -

Giovanni!

Bye!

Here he comes.

You jerk, that's mine, give it back.

There he is.

I'm in sh*t for sure...

Past due... and...

At the signal...

Chainsaw.

What cahinsaw?

that's in the past.

That's old news.

Chainsaws are outdated.

What should I use?

I'll smash his head in like a melon.

What are you going to squash?

Excuse me, eh?

Why don't we shoot up his nose?

Yeah.

I'm ready.

- Hey, who's the director here? -

Very good, maestro.

Tell me what should I do?

Skin him like a banana.

That's a way better idea.

Groovy.

Let me at him.

Start the motor.

Don't...

...put the microphone in his mouth.

You do it yourself. Don't piss me off.

I'm going back...

Back to who?

Back to Cyclops.

At least he's much faster.

The house has 13 rooms.

Friday we celebrate.

We watch movies... Dario Argento...

You f***ing pigs of whores!

Stop Lorna, the microphone

is very sensitive. Lorna!

Alisha!

- Fast! Get in! -

You live here?

- Yes. -

Not very elegant, but practical.

After all that's what you need.

A quiet place to hide out.

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