Forgive Us Our Debts Page #3

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This loan was taken out in 2013!

-Mr. Caprera!

-Bastard! Stop following me!

I'll stop following you, but not before

you pay off the debt you owe my client--

If you don't stop, I'll call the police!

Of course.

We aren't doing anything illegal.

I will be happy to talk

to the police force

about your outstanding debt

with my client's company--

-Go to hell!

-Since June 2013!

Mr. Caprera!

You've owed this debt since June 2013,

to my client's company,

a total of 95,000 euros!

Mr. Caprera!

Hold this a sec.

-Do you smoke?

-Yes.

There we go.

Now what?

Now... we have to let him think

he's shaken us off.

What do you think?

It's crazy. You're pillorying him.

Pillorying? What do you mean?

I'm shaming him.

-Does it work?

-More than you can imagine.

-You didn't do that to me, though.

-So what? You're a poor wretch, Willy.

It's different.

Come on, let's go in.

Are you coming?

Get rid of that cigarette.

Sit down where I tell you.

May I? Thank you.

Mr. Caprera, I'm here to remind you

-of your outstanding debt with--

-Please! Do you want to ruin me?

Do I want to ruin you?

You're joking, aren't you?

Please, I'm waiting

for an important person.

Mr. Caprera, I am here to remind you

of your debt. Here's the councilor now.

What do I do?

Stay here or leave you alone?

We'll talk. We'll talk about it. Now go!

-Mr. Caprera, hello.

-Mr. Cherubini, how are you?

-Fine, and you?

-Everything's fine.

-Please, have a seat.

-Thank you.

-I'll be right with you.

-Good.

Okay, come to my office tomorrow morning,

and we'll discuss

how I'm going to pay off the debt.

You have my word.

Your word!

What do you reckon, Willy...

can we accept the word of a debtor?

It's the last thing a debtor has left,

his word.

He would be stupid

to risk that too, right?

It would be stupid.

Let's go.

It's not too late to change your mind.

This is one step further, Guido.

Do you understand?

-You're not convinced.

-I am convinced, I told you. I'll do it.

I'll do it. I'll do it!

-Give me that thing. Give me that thing!

-It's not a game!

It's not a game, Guido.

Here.

Hide it behind your back, understand?

Approach him with your head down.

Keep your head down.

Then you ask, "Got a light?"

or something like that.

Then you know what you have to do.

He's turned the light off.

He's coming out. Do you feel up to it?

Go on. Go on, go on!

Got a light?

Remember your debt.

Come on, come on!

F***, you did it! You really did it.

-What the f*** have I done?

-F***ing hell!

F***, you were spot on!

A neat, accurate job. you were amazing!

No, I wasn't. I wasn't.

All right, all right!

Let's go and celebrate.

-We'll buy a nice bottle.

-Pull over, let me out.

-Let you out? What do you mean?

-I want to get out. Stop.

-Let me out!

-F*** you! Get out then!

Where the f*** are you going?

What an a**hole!

Come on, you did a great job.

Leave me here. I'll see you tomorrow.

Guido!

Hi!

-Hi.

-I'll buy you a coffee.

-Normal?

-Yes.

-Good evening.

-Hi.

-Let's sit.

-I'm in a hurry. I just wanted a word.

-How's your mother?

-The usual aches and pains.

Listen, Guido, you're four months behind.

-Here's your coffee.

-Perfect. Thanks.

-Sugar.

-Thanks.

I'm going outside to smoke.

-If you need anything...

-Thanks.

I haven't raised rent

like everyone else has.

But I rely on that money.

I've found another job.

Give me more time. I'll pay.

I'll give you two weeks.

Please give me a bit longer.

I swear I'll pay you.

Really.

Goodbye.

-Here you are.

-No, thanks. I'm broke.

It's on the house.

Viktor called. He's not coming back yet.

-Sorry to hear that.

-You're sorry?

Okay.

I have to call my sister...

and tell her I can't leave yet.

You have a sister?

I want to live in Hamburg with her.

-All the people I know want to leave here.

-Why, don't you want to?

-No, it's the same to me.

-Don't you have anyone?

-Who? No.

-I don't know...

A wife, a child, a cat.

The professor.

-Who's the professor?

-A friend, a neighbor.

-Does he come to the bar?

-No.

He hasn't set foot in here

since they removed the snooker table.

-And you're fond of the professor?

-Yes. He's totally crazy.

-The professor doesn't count.

-What do you mean?

Then no.

I don't have anyone.

Do you really want to leave?

Why should I stay?

I don't feel at home in Italy.

And the people are resigned and sad.

And I don't want to become sad too.

Go on! Go on!

Go on, go on!

-Mr. Fantinari.

-Yes, that's right. Who are you?

I'm here to remind you of your debt

of 80,000 euros that you owe my client.

-How do you intend to pay it off?

-I don't have debts, I take out loans.

I have a business to run.

I keep an eye on my loans.

If you don't leave me alone, I'll call

my lawyers, and they'll bust your ass.

I have an appointment now,

because I have a real job. Is that clear?

What the f*** are you doing?

Are you letting him go?

-What do I do?

-You messed up. Come on.

Mr. Fantinari, you can hide

as much as you want, but I'll find you.

And if you don't intend to pay,

my client will get the money back

one way or another.

No, aim for my weak spot.

More determined! Start again!

A man can't change his face.

You're like those working-class paupers

who buy a nice new suit believing they've

covered the stink, but they haven't.

It's written all over their faces

that they're poor wretches...

Mr. Fantinari.

That's better.

-Franco, here are your beers.

-Thanks, Fabrizio.

What are you looking at?

This is no place for poor wretches

like you. Do it again!

Let me hear it more determined.

I want to see bloodshot eyes!

-Mr. Fantinari!

-Louder!

-Mr. Fantinari!

-Come on!

Mr. Fantinari!

-Mr. Fantinari!

-Not again!

I'm here to allow you to pay off

-your debt of 80,000 euros...

-I don't believe it!

...that you borrowed from my client

in July 2010!

-Who are these guys?

-Who are they?

Madmen! A couple of madmen!

They've been pestering me all day.

I told you, they're madmen!

A pair of clowns, in fact.

Guys, I've had enough for today.

We want Mr. Fantinari

to settle the debt of 80,000 euros

he borrowed from my client in July 2010.

So, Mr. Fantinari,

how do you intend to settle--

Listen, you've gone too far now!

What the f***?

There's worse. They usually punch you.

-Go after him!

-Mr. Fantinari!

How do you intend

to settle your debt of 80,000 euros...?

Forgive us, gentlemen.

My regards.

You can't walk on the green.

Yes.

-Hi, Ernesto.

-Good morning.

-What are you doing?

-Cutting the hedge.

I've been here since this morning.

I'll get some help next time.

Mr. Fantinari!

I'm here to remind you about the loan

you took out with my client in July 2010.

Not here too!

Enough! This is my home!

It's private property!

-Public sidewalk.

-I don't give a damn!

It's my home! It's private property!

-What's going on?

-Paola...

Your husband takes out loans and doesn't

pay them back. Eighty thousand euros.

Did you know your husband was insolvent?

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