Good Morning, Babylon Page #4

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not for the moment.

Why not?

She has pains!

Maybe, sympathy...

What do you mean "sympathy"?

They could be sympathy

pains, it happens.

You saw a friend and

consequently... you understand.

What should I do?

Take her home?

No, it's that I want to

be certain that's sympathy.

Otherwise it could be

at the most serious...

Nicola, you know

how I'm going to call him?

Father's name:
Bonnano!

No wait! I thought it first!

Mine's already born.

Mine will be here in a few days.

- You can take grandfather's name.

- I prefer father's.

We draw for it.

Oh, Nicky, I'm so stupid.

What people will think of me?

They're maybe just sympathy pains

but they really hurt!

My Edna, always the actress.

I hurt so bad.

How bad?

Where's Mabel?

Your friend is in next room.

Her bed is right to the

other side of the wall.

Any news?

- No, nothing yet!

- So, come on.

Get to Mabel's room.

Let's celebrate!

No, later I will.

I'm going to get a breath of fresh air.

You're settled but not me.

Tomorrow, it's Edna's turn.

Bonnano Bonani.

I'm dying!

What a pretty picture!

What have you done?

Don't touch me!

And what is this to me?

He's your son, Nicola.

Don't worry about him.

Mabel will just have

two sons instead of one.

She will nurse yours too.

She'll take care of you as she does me.

You really think you're

something, don't you?

Don't! I'm leaving!

Just sorrow.

I know.

I don't want to take it

away from you.

You're the lucky one.

I don't want to end up

being jealous of you.

It's not my fault.

But you are luckier.

It's true, yes?

What are you talking about?

Not behaving like a brother.

What does "brother" mean?

I don't know.

Let us take care of you

and your son!

I'm not leaving him with you!

Why not?

Not on your life!

We're not equal any more.

- Let's go and get him.

- Are you out of your mind?

My wife is nursing him.

We're not equal any more.

Go by yourself!

I don't want to see you ever again.

You don't? Imagine me!

Well, when does he plan

to go back to work?

I don't know, he tries.

He draws and draws.

He's unhappy.

He tears it all up.

I try to help.

And his brother Nicola?

He's entrusted the baby

to Marga, our old friend.

He's sailing for Italy today.

He's decided to join the army.

To go fight.

Let's go! Stand up!

Lieutenant!

The cameraman is dead!

Where's the soldier

who was in America?

- What was the name? Hollywood?

- Hollywood!

Is it you, Hollywood?

Do you know how it operates?

It was not my job

but I'll try.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Slow down!

My lieutenant excuse me,

where's Tuscanys battalion?

Farther up,

near the Basilica.

That's what I think...

Who are there?

Americans.

They fight with us.

You're Italian, do you

know what is this church?

I don't know how it's called.

I'm not from around here.

It's a beautiful Romanesque.

Lieutenant!

Nicola, attention!

You know what I regret

most in having to dye, Andrea?

Our children will never see our faces.

I know what you're thinking of

and I'm in accord.

When they'll be passing by here

again, they're going to reclaim this.

And so our children will

learn how we looked like.

Clean your face, Nicola.

Do you want your son

see you like that?

And now...

make an effort to smile.

I smile at you.

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