Fate ignoranti, Le ( The Ignorant Fairies) Page #2

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why don't you use them?

If you didn't bring dessert,

I'll kill you.

Sorry,

I thought it was Riccardo with...

- I'm looking for Miss Mariani.

- Who?

Miss Mariani...

isn't this her house?

For the painting.

That depends...

Come in.

Have a seat.

Serra, get over here.

Figure out what she wants,

she's speaking in code.

Hello.

- Don't you remember me?

- I don't know.

Michele?

Do you want some orange juice?

Whatever you want.

- Maybe this isn't the right time.

- There's never a right time here.

I'm Mara, nice to meet you.

Likewise, I'm Antonia.

- Have a drink.

- No, thanks.

Drink up!

Trust me.

Sorry about my timing,

it's always off,

I just wanted to speak

with Miss Mariani.

You've made a mistake,

this is my house and there's no

Miss Mariani living here.

But she told me

that Miss Mariani lives here,

and that I should stop by on Sunday.

I messed up, I do that a lot.

She used to live here,

but not anymore. Right, Michele?

Right, and she's not coming back,

at least for now.

She never says where she's going,

it's tough to get a hold of her.

- I wanted to return this painting.

- I'll give it to her.

No, I wanted to deliver it

to her personally.

That'll be difficult

because she's always away,

she travels a lot.

- Here one day, gone the next.

- Appears, then disappears again.

She's like a gypsy.

It's almost impossible

that you'll find her.

If you'll excuse us,

people are coming over for lunch.

We can't help you. Sorry.

- She's your sister, isn't she?

- Right, his twin.

Good-bye.

You're a real b*tch!

Did all that fat

seep into your head?

She's gone now.

Get your fat ass outta here!

You dragged all that stuff

out there but the table isn't set.

Aren't we going to set the table?

Don't change the subject,

you're a b*tch.

If you stay here

you're gonna get stabbed.

If that girl comes back

you'll get the stabbing.

No way!

She figured it all out,

she's in a hospital now

recovering from shock.

Jesus Christ!

You have the keys to my house,

give them back.

That's Ernesto,

these aren't his visiting hours.

I'm sorry.

Please leave now.

I want to speak with Miss Mariani,

she was my husband's lover.

- I won't leave until I speak to her.

- Why won't you give up?

I don't understand you.

I don't care if you understand,

I just want to speak with her.

That's impossible!

Who are you, some relative?

I don't have any relatives,

just an aunt, but she's 70.

- Is she your wife?

- My wife!

- Why's the door wide open?

- Hello everybody!

- Wasn't this the same painting...

- Yes, you slow pokes.

If your husband wanted you to know,

he would have told you,

or he would have let you find out.

Guys, this isn't the time.

Why are you all bitchy?

Go out to the terrace.

What's up with him?

Just let it go,

he isn't with us anymore.

So you know everything?

Please, just let me

speak to that woman.

That woman doesn't exist!

You really don't get it?

Have you looked around here?

So why did my husband

have the keys to this apartment?

Exactly!

Whose apartment is this?

- Yours.

- Well then?

Doesn't two plus two equal four?

You can just burst

into my house whenever you want,

but I could never get close

to your perfect little house,

so spare me the melodrama,

because if anyone should be angry,

it should be me, not you.

I behaved for seven years,

now it's your turn to be good,

at least just once.

What good does it do you

to know I was your husband's lover?

- No.

- Yes I was, for seven years.

- Well?

- Give us a recap.

Sh*t, she even made me feel guilty.

It's not like I stole him.

Massimo was having an affair.

Really? Good.

Good?

He was a human being after all.

Mom, it lasted seven years.

- Poor thing!

- Please, don't pity me.

Not you,

I feel sorry for her.

- You're not on my side?

- It's difficult being the lover.

You're always in the shadows,

picking up the crumbs.

Quit the soap opera talk.

No.

This is real life.

General Sperelli...

Do you remember that tall handsome

man that lived in the house...

...at the end of the square?

Your father had already left,

but his wife and children hadn't.

It lasted 9 years.

I didn't notice a thing.

You were never

very curious about life,

you married your high-school

classmate, pretty unadventurous!

- You never liked Massimo.

- No, it's not about him.

I didn't like the fact

that you got off at the first stop,

that you gave up everything for him,

even medical school,

and your own friends.

To make him happy

you never even had a child.

I didn't like the fact

that what you had was enough.

Do you think you'll meet her?

- I already did.

- How did it go?

I slapped her.

- Is she married? Or with anyone?

- I don't think so.

Well?

You're both alone.

Mom, did you know you're a big help?

I lost my husband twice

and all you can tell me is...

...that I messed up my life.

Thanks.

If I think of committing suicide

I'll call you.

If Curelli doesn't show up

call him, please.

He always delivers too late

for us to make returns at 4:00.

And the pineapples are all wet.

What do you want?

I just want to speak to you.

About what?

I want to know everything.

He isn't here anymore,

not for you or me.

It's not that simple,

I want to know how you met,

when you decided to get together,

when it was you saw each other,

what lies you told me.

Marilena, I'll be right back.

I have to know what

really went on between you two,

I have to understand.

What is there to understand?

I loved him and he loved me.

That's not true, I don't believe it.

I put up with you when he was alive,

you had him for all the holidays,

for all the vacations,

now he's gone and I still have

to put up with you. No way!

Listen, you knew he was married.

Take a good look! I'm a man.

If he was with me, too,

there was a reason for it.

I'm not your rival,

I never tried to take him away.

You have nothing to do with him,

you have nothing to do

with the Massimo that I knew.

Then maybe you didn't know him well.

I didn't know him well?

Fifteen years of marriage

and you say I didn't know him well?

We ate off the same plate,

we drank out of the same glass,

I always know what he was thinking,

and it was the same for him,

he didn't even need to ask me.

And you're telling me

I didn't know him well?

I couldn't even go to his funeral.

You know what I have left?

A stack of photographs.

He lied to me.

For years.

Don't you get it?

I don't know who he was anymore.

Once, I came to your lab

to have my blood tested,

I wanted to see you...

I can't take this.

Know what I thought when I saw you?

No.

Open and close your fist.

Stay still.

Have you had an I.V. For long?

You didn't feel a thing, right?

You're Massimo's wife, aren't you?

I'm sorry for what happened.

What a slut!

Where should I send this guy?

To the metro stop at the Pyramid.

- No, let's send him out to Eur.

- Okay!

Want to bet I can convince

her to stay for lunch?

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