Ginger and Fred Page #2

Was Luisetta good at it?

You'll ship everything tomorrow,

put everything in the warehouse.

You didn't have the courage to say

that I came to Rome to dance tap on tv,

right?

They should have seen me 20, 25 years ago!

They say tomorrow's show will be exceptional.

There are even admirals.

One admiral.

What? You don't know what an admiral is?

They called them, so they

must have something to do with the show!

All extraordinary people,

very important!

Me, us, admirals...

Oh well you'll see, Anna!

Fred ? No, he's not here yet.

But there's a train coming every hour.

He'll arrive later.

I've got to go now, because

the director's assistant is waiting for me.

I'll call you to say goodnight.

Why did I have to do it!

The restaurant closes at 10 PM.

Mister Botticella should be here by now.

- No, he's not here yet.

- How come?

It's still early, the train will arrive at 11 PM.

11?

All right.

- That man is waiting for you.

- Who is he?

Dr. Fiorenzo, the director's assistant.

Even the sceptre!

Will we have it as a gift, later?

You're Dr. Fiorenzo,

the director's assistant?.

- No, it's him.

- Good evening. Amelia Bonetti.

The pictures.

- The boot and the red uniform.

- Only the horse is missing.

That's it, look. Those...

They took them during

Christmas festivities

at the Teatro Margherita, Milan.

What a good audience, in Milan!

They cheer...

There are 24 grenadiers.

I am the queen of England.

Frankly I don't find

you look like her so much.

Are you kidding?

Wait.

Watch me with the crown on my head.

What's up?

It's the third time that

there's a black out today.

- Salvatore, the torches!

- Immediately, director.

Sirs, I apologize.

We don't know if it's because...

- Excuse me, madam.

- Please.

Massimiliano, go and fetch the candles!

Give some light.

Well, time passes for everyone.

No, that one's from another act.

"Pas double", double step.

Fred was overwhelming

while doing his gipsy-kossak pot-pourri.

Acrobatic, languishing,

tender, wild!

Wait, look.

I still have the poster here.

- Here it is.

- Forgive me, but I have to...

Sorry, he's choosing the photographs.

We were well known for tap dancing,

but our repertory was quite wide.

And then, as you know,

flamenco and tap have

a lot in common.

Same basics. Excuse me.

Just a second, I'll show you.

No, not here.

Not on the fitted carpet.

Here.

And where's your partner?

I'm waiting for him too,

they say there are frequent arrivals.

- Didn't you come together?

- No.

But aren't you married?

Excuse me. Roberto!

No. I am married,

but not with him.

After all these years,

this gipsy life,

always traveling,

without a real home, a family...

So when I met poor Enrico...

It's a pity, if you two were married

it would have been better.

But... I don't understand why.

It works better. The audience always like love stories.

- Partners in art and life.

- It's true, but it didn't happen.

See you tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning? And when are we going to do the rehearsal?

We didn't dance together for years!

How can we do our show again without a rehearsal?

- Which one is the admiral's room?

- 36, third floor.

Mister director's assistant,

we have a dignity to defend.

I want my photos back!

Will the ladies please sit down...

The first report is ready.

You're from the CST, right?

- Thank you.

- The table on the left.

Do you want soup, pasta?

I would just like some ham, to begin.

I was saying,

the magistrate told me...

He may have told you whatever.

I'm only the lawyer who paid

the ransom to the kidnappers.

I can't answer your questions!

It's the industrieller, the one

they kept in a well...

Ask it to him!

He's locked in his room and

he doens't answer to anyone!

20 billions, uh?

And they did cut one of his finger too.

What's so funny?

You're really a good dancer.

I'm sorry, I've never seen you dancing,

but I still wasn't born.

I understand you.

- May I talk with you?

- Yes, please.

I feel so sad, so alone, Mrs. Ginger.

People don't understand me

this is the only reason why

I accepted all this.

My trial will be a scandal.

- Which trial ?

- You don't know anything.

And instead people should know.

My trial will be next month in Bologna.

Do you know how they will call me ?

I won't say the word

because you are a real lady.

- Do you want some wine?

- Thanks, just a little bit.

You too, Mrs. Ginger?

- Yes, me too.

- Immediately.

I always feel this pain!

Who'll care about those poor boys?

Is that right, that

nobody will care abobut them?

I'm sorry, I guess you take care

of abandoned children.

Enjoy your dinner, madam.

Good evening.

Hear this rock music, I like it so much!

It makes me feel something!

Me too.

This is my problem. All those

youg healthy, strong, handsome men

locked in a prison for many years,

cold and dark and with no love,

how can they live?

Mine was a call,

a vocation.

Vocations do exist, right?

Well, sure.

One night in dreams

I saw a nice dark-haired man,

watching me from the prison.

Moving his lips like this.

Help, help...

Someone you already knew?

I still have goose flesh.

I never saw him before, I swear.

Please listen to the rest, Mrs. Ginger.

One day I was with a friend,

who's brother is in prison.

And here's the miracle.

- I was there and, who do I see?

- Who did you see, him?

That one, handsome, black haired.

The one of my dream.

- Isn't this a vocation?

- Maybe it is, I can't tell.

Then he introduced me to a mate,

then others...

And now I'm on trial because of

what I was bringing to those poor men!

- Excuse me but, what did you bring to them?

- What?

His bottom!

That's the guy's vocation!

You can tease me, my friend.

But in America, and this is the truth,

they're experimenting

fetus transplant

to allow men's pregnancy. Finally!

So, if God wants,

we'll have children too

our children, inside us and

fed with our body's blood.

Those americans are geniuses!

One of my friends lives in Baltimora

and he earns a lot of money.

He's going to try. Maybe one day

I'll be able to try too, what do you think?

Guys, you're all invited to the night club.

Are you coming too, madam?

- I have to say no.

- We'll have fun.

I can't leave the hotel,

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Thanks for inviting me.

I wish you have fun.

It's a pity, madam.

I'm in the right mood tonight.

Kafka, Proust,

You're all my guest.

I want to be the baby's godfather!

Come here, Rita Hayworth !

Come close to me, let me hug you.

Keep your hands away!

Put them in your pocket.

What do you think?

Come here, lazy people. This must be

a night to rememeber.

There's just one thing I can't stand

and it's moustache!

Madam, we all are begging you to come.

I have already told you.

I'm waiting for someone.

This is the way to dance!

This is John Travolta style!

This mad man arouses me.

I swear it never happened in my life

See?

I may try to get arrested, so he'll

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