I Vitelloni Page #7

- Wait. Where are you going?

- Get out of my way.

Listen, Fausto.

Sandra is at home. I'm sure of it.

I'll bet you anything

that she's at home.

- Cut it out. Out of my way.

- Now you feel guilty?

It took you long enough.

- Out of my way, idiot!

Worry about that sister of yours

who never came back!

Dirty rotten coward!

Lecher!

- You mentioned an omelet?

- Yes.

- With bacon. Albertone.

- Leave me alone.

- With bacon.

- With bacon?

- Isn't anybody home?

- They're at the police station.

They're looking for her

at the beach.

At the beach?

Why would they do that?

I don't know.

What should I do?

Should I start making lunch?

It's you.

See? We meet again.

It's fate.

What's the matter?

Why haven't you shaved?

Where are you going

in such a hurry? The movies?

I'm going home.

Would you be a gentleman

and carry this for me?

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I really can't.

Is she back?

If she doesn't come back,

I'll kill myself!

You'll never kill yourself.

You're a coward.

Moraldo, listen.

Mr. Michele.

What's the matter?

Sandrina has disappeared.

Hey, workers.

Stupid workers!

- What's up with this car?

- Hey, why are you stopping?

- Get out. Open the hood.

- What do you want me to do?

Let me out.

Look at him. He's asleep.

- Hurry up.

They're coming.

Hey, we were only joking!

What's going on?

What did I do? I was asleep.

I'm a socialist.

- Socialist?

You're not even a man!

- Are you looking for Sandra?

- Yes.

She's been here with us all day.

Hold it right there.

Sandra, take the baby

in the other room.

- Papa, it's all right.

- Please, go in the other room.

You too, Mirella.

- Please, Papa, let me stay.

What a day, Papa.

Papa, what are you doing?

- You hear that?

- No, I can't hear a thing.

He's beating him!

Let me go in there!

They're just arguing.

A little loudly, but they're men.

He's hurting him.

Please, Papa!

Leave them alone.

They're just playing.

No, Papa, no!

Let me go in there.

Can't you hear them yelling?

- Don't worry, it's nothing.

- Mirellina, he'll kill him.

- He's beating him to a pulp.

- I don't think he's hurting him.

On the contrary...

Please hold the baby.

I have to go in there.

Papa, enough!

Allow me to shake your hand.

Michele Corti's the name.

It's an honor.

- You really gave me a scare.

- Did he hurt you, darling?

No. How are you?

Good night, Papa.

You scared me so, Sandra.

Never do that again, you hear?

And if you make me mad again,

I'll beat you like your father.

But even harder.

I'll beat you senseless.

That's how I like you!

Let me hold the baby.

- Don't let him catch cold.

- Look, Mirellina is at the window.

Bye, Mirella.

Fausto and Sandra's story

ends here for now.

As for Leopoldo,

Alberto, Riccardo

and the rest of us,

you can imagine what happened.

We all talked about leaving,

but only one of us, one morning,

without a word to a soul,

actually left.

- Are you leaving?

- Guido.

- Yes, I'm leaving.

- Where are you going?

I don't know. I'm leaving.

All aboard.

All clear.

- Why are you leaving then?

- I don't know.

I have to go away. I'm leaving.

Didn't you like it here?

Good-bye, Moraldo.

Good-bye, Guido.

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