La bella gente Page #2

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Yes, at school, in Ukraine.

But since I came here...

You know what my mother said?

Russian women are the most

romantic in the world.

She was a teacher

in Russian literature.

Have you never tried

to get help?

It's Susanna, with the daughter

of your friend.

- Whose daughter?

- You don't know him.

- Your client Trentino?

- No, you don't know him.

- No, she is Russian!

- Russian? From where?

- What do you care?

- I just asked!

This is Nadja.

Hi. I'm Paola.

- And he's my husband.

- I'm coming!

He took the opportunity

to drown himself!

Classy!

- This is Nadja.

- Nice to meet you. Fabrizio.

Catch your breath.

Nice name, Nadja.

Are you Russian?

- From where?

- From Ukraine.

I've been there often.

I did well over there.

I really filled the pockets

when the communists left.

Untill they understood

the rules themselves,

then it was over. Out.

No more bets!

Dear Alfredo.

If I remember correctly,

I have a book in Russian.

Yes, here it is.

A collection of poems.

Susanna gave it to me

when we were students.

This poem was for me:

"The passage of time."

"Yes, I loved them, these

evening meetings... "

I've never heard it in Russian.

Read it to me.

The first two lines.

I'm ready,

you can read it.

Okay, she's nice,

sweet, cute...

But she has had

a hard time.

In every sense of the word.

And you want to take it on?

You want her to live with you?

Where shall we eat tonight?

You're the queen of the evening.

Nadja!

Susanna.

Come down.

I have a surprise for you.

Come.

Sit down there.

I've bought some things.

It's really hot!

That first...

A T-shirt and pants.

For the size I asked

the saleswoman to try it.

Do you like it?

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Spaciba.

I bought a shirt,

it's a special one.

And here's a light dress.

And two nice shirts.

- Thank you, Susanna.

- Are you happy?

- Yes.

- How do you say happy?

- Rada. Ochin rada.

- Ochin rada.

I'm glad too.

Fifty years.

It's just funny.

Yesterday, I finished school

and now I'm fifty years.

No. You're beautiful as you are.

Leave it there.

And Nadja?

Shall we leave her here?

Alone in the house?

It doesn't feel comfortable.

No, I don't trust her.

She could call this type.

I doubt it, but you never know.

She wouldn't do it.

But alone in the house,

that's too early. No.

You're right. Let's

take her with us.

Yes, Alfredo is there.

I can't understand.

I don't know!

The direction of P.C.

wishes him happy birthday.

Again?

Didn't you do a diet?

- Thank you for us.

- Hi.

- Have you found them?

- Yes.

- Have you been singing?

- We did already.

- Well, we start over.

- No, that's enough.

The end only.

Happy Birthday, mom.

Happy Birthday!

- We beg your pardon.

- Thank you.

- Not too many emotions, eh!

- No, not too many.

- Hi everyone. Hi dad.

- Giulio...

Hi Fabrizio.

Nadja, the daughter of a friend.

- Who's?

- You don't know him.

He's a secret agent,

nobody knows him!

Want to eat?

Gladly, if there's

something left.

- Don't you want?

- No, thanks.

She doesn't eat, but I do.

My name's Flaminia. Hello.

- Flaminia's his girlfriend.

- How was holidays at Giglio?

Super. A dream!

- Greetings from dad.

- Thanks.

- He wants you in the club.

- Again this club thing?

If I want to relax,

I prefer a joint.

You smoke?

- Sure.

Well...

Since we were in Thailand,

he's rolling all the time.

Worse than a teen.

- Sit there.

- I stopped taking anxiolytics.

- Take more bicarbonate.

- To digest the cake!

- He smokes joints...

- Put it on the plate.

Who's that?

You know I love you, eh?

Since when? Say it.

Since school, when we hid

in the teacher's toilet.

And the headmaster caught us.

"You'll be be expelled,

both of you!"

I remember.

As far...

This is the one...

Thank you.

Wait...

I'll do it.

That's it.

- It suits me.

- Happy Birthday.

Thank you, my love.

Let's go in.

It's cold.

You make good money that way.

You concede a credit without

reimbursement garantee

and in the worst case,

you keep the property.

Even if I had money,

what isn't the case,

I won't do such stuff.

Is it my fault if people

overestimate themselves?

They ask for a credit

just to go on vacation!

You always talk about money.

Pity!

You're a geek,

like your father.

No money, no women,

no champagne!

I'm kidding.

It gets too deep for me.

- I'm going to sleep.

- Good night, Flaminia.

- Good night.

- I'll wait upstairs.

- Good night.

- Is Flaminia back?

- It was Flaminia.

- Did you like the pool?

- I'll take it!

- You know Fabrizio

it must be optimized:

two houses, a swimming pool.

Okay, now I want to know

who this Russian girl is.

Nadja is the daughter of a friend.

- I understood that.

- She's someone we want to help.

Mom's idea, I guess.

It's a very delicate story.

Is she from the refuge?

Have you noticed the little chair

by the roadside?

A prostitute?

She sat there

and we picked her up.

- By your own will?

- Yes.

- Are you mad?

- Her face was familiar.

What did I say?

What will they do with her?

Alfredo has good connections,

they'll find her a job.

- You'd rather stay out of it.

- If they ask...

You've imagination at least.

She's talented! If she can also work,

she'll have a good life!

My mom used to say:

better be lucky than rich!

Be careful, you make me fall!

Incredible. I never thought

they'd go that far.

I don't stay in the house

with that girl.

- She steals and worse.

- She steals?

She wears my dress.

Surely my mother has given

it to her.

Your parents are crazy.

What's the problem?

That's their business.

And ours, since she's here

and she wears my dress.

- Will take her to Rome?

- What do you care?

Are you jealous?

- Tell the truth.

- Me, jealous of a whore?

In her place, I'd try to

make myself a little girl.

What you say is evil.

Wicked!

It's not funny.

I'll get some water.

Sorry... I was thirsty.

For water.

No problem.

Is it cool, at least?

- Yes.

- Ok, good.

Want to eat something?

A fruit juice?

- No, thank you.

- It's okay, really.

Good night.

Where've you been

for so long?

Was it long?

- I was in Russia.

- F*** you.

But I prefer Rome.

You're in this horrible pajamas.

I can take it off.

- No, I'm sleeping.

- Sleeping?

I'll take care of it.

Still want to sleep?

Good morning.

The night of the great battles!

If you can!

Well, I still defend myself,

you know?

Ask your mother.

- No, don't ask her.

- Better not.

No more kidding.

- How's it going in London?

- As always.

I think Fabrizio wants to

make you an offer.

What's that?

He'll tell you himself.

I don't agree, but well.

You really want to take

her to Rome?

Well...

I try to figure out what's

the best solution.

What do you think?

Me?

No, dad, please.

I don't want to get involved

in this story.

No way.

Hello.

She is still sleeping.

Can you imagine?

It's getting an obsession.

What do you care?

Nothing.

But if it was me,

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