La Dolce Vita Page #7

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Look, it's a story about a woman who

sends her husband to the market...

...to buy three shirts,

six pairs of handkerchiefs and...

...what do you call this for women?

Brassiere.

So along the way, the man drinks

some wine and forgets everything.

- When he gets home, the teacher says...

- The teacher?

- The wife.

- The wife, come on, Paparazzo.

"Well, did you take care

of my business?"

"I got everything," he answers and takes

out his handkerchief and she says:

"Where are the handkerchiefs?"

"Here they are!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six."

"Where are the shirts?" she asks.

"Here they are, dear. One, two."

Then she says,

"And where is the brassiere?"

"Wait, I bought a brassiere.

It's here.

I got it, I got it.

Here it is!"

- But you don't need one.

- Dad!

Well, she's so beautiful!

Hey, there is no more champagne.

We have to order some more.

Waiter!

This is a waltz.

I've half a mind to...

- Miss, may I have this dance?

- Here I am.

I'm ready too.

What's wrong?

I can manage. I can manage.

You know that when I was a boy...

Paparazzo. Here you go.

When I was a boy,

my father was never at home.

He'd stay away one week, 20 days.

He never came back.

How my mother cried.

I almost never saw him.

I don't really know him.

But I was glad to see him

again tonight.

- He's fun, huh?

- Yes, very.

You have to show him

a good time tonight.

Yes, but...

Maybe this isn't the way

you dance this.

No, don't worry.

I like it better this way.

Oh, yeah? Then let's dance!

- What extraordinary eyes.

- Oh, yeah?

- I'm not sure how to take this.

- It's a sign of my infinite admiration.

I'm afraid you're just like your son.

- How am I? Like my son?

- Yes!

We must be of the same breed, then.

No, no, no.

You, daddy, come with me!

Marcello, follow me!

Be careful, I go very quickly,

even if I don't have an English car.

You really want to go to her place

to eat spaghetti?

Yes, yes, he wants to eat spaghetti

Bolognese with me. Go away.

Here I am!

Are you comfortable on my carriage?

- Listen, Dad...

- What is it?

...is everything all right?

- Yes, I'm in great company.

- Leave me alone.

- Say, can you drive?

If you made love the way I drive,

you'd be very happy.

- Be quiet! Be a good girl.

- You'll wake everybody up!

Don't go too fast!

I:

My father is still a good-looking man,

isn't he?

Gloria, wake up. We're here.

You took the longest way, you know.

Oh, my foot!

Why did it take so long?

- Well, you're not getting out?

- No, I'm not coming.

Why? What are you, busy?

I'm tired. Actually, Paparazzo,

you know what?

I'll leave you the car.

Take my father home.

Come on, now.

Listen, tell him I had to stop by

the printing house...

...and to call me in the morning

before he leaves.

Come on, why don't you come?

I don't feel like it. I want to take a walk

in this area. I don't know it very well.

Where have you been?

I got here half an hour ago!

- Marcello, your father is sick!

- What?

He got sick.

Maybe he drank too much.

- I was going to the pharmacy.

- You left him alone?

He wants these drops

he wrote down.

Paparazzo, run to the pharmacy

and get these drops!

- What?

- Hurry!

- What floor?

- Third.

Which door? What's the number?

Don't scream.

It's a respectable building.

Father.

- Turn off the light.

- Yes.

- Where's the light?

- Over there.

Wait there.

My friend went to the pharmacy.

He'll be right back.

It's nothing. Maybe I drank

a little too much.

Of course it's nothing.

You want a glass of water?

No, no. It'll pass, it'll pass.

- What happened?

- I don't know. He got sick.

I was really scared.

Marcello is here now.

- Can I go in to make some coffee?

- No, he said to wait here.

What neighborhood is this?

Where are we?

It is the Italian neighborhood.

I've never heard of it.

Is it far?

When I used to come to Rome...

...I always went to a hotel

close to Piazza Fiume.

What time is it?

Almost 4 a.m.

There's a train at 5:30 a.m.

I'll have to take that one.

I can make it.

Yes, I can make it.

Listen, Dad, why don't you come

to my place. You can rest a bit.

No, no, no. I'd rather leave.

So I'll be home by 10 a.m.

- Oh, my watch.

- You can leave later.

No, no.

I feel better. I feel a lot better.

Why don't you stay tomorrow

as well, Dad? Please, stay.

If you don't want to stay at my place,

maybe you'd prefer your hotel.

What's the name of it?

I'll skip work tomorrow and

we can be together all day.

We can talk, we can...

We never see each other.

I have to go. I have to go.

That's the taxi.

- Marcello, the taxi is here.

- Which taxi?

I called it. Where's my hat?

We could send the taxi away.

Please, go downstairs one moment.

- Don't leave.

- I want to leave, I want to go home.

- Good evening, miss.

- Goodbye and lots of luck. Goodbye.

Bye, Marcello.

Well, son, I'm happy to have seen you.

Write to us.

No, don't accompany me.

I prefer going alone, please.

I'll break your face!

Think everyone's like her husband, who

gets cuckolded and doesn't complain?!

He's showing off because

there are women around.

- What did you say?

- What's going on?

I don't know, but it was great.

I'll find out.

Good, find out.

The fact remains that

what he wrote is true.

- Come back here, you ugly bastard!

- My mother has lots of money!

- Nico.

- Marcellino!

- Bad boy Marcellino!

- How are you?

- Where are you going?

- To my fiance's castle...

...in Bassano di Sutri.

- Why don't you take me?

- Sure.

- Paparazzo was looking for you...

...he wanted to do a shoot

for Jardin de Mode.

I haven't taken fashion pictures

in a year. I've had it.

- Nicolina!

- There they are!

Nicolina, we're here!

Is there room for my friend and I?

- No, try in the other car.

- What a shame.

See you there. Bye.

Stop. Is there room

for two unhappy creatures?

- There is a bigger car behind us.

- Oh, my God.

Stop, Oliviero.

Can my friend come too?

- The usual pimps you fall in love with.

- Come, come.

As soon as we're out of Rome,

you're driving.

After Capranica,

the olive grove shortcut.

Follow us!

Will there still be people

at your father's house?

Let's hope not,

so we can go to bed early.

Anyway, only the fossils

must be left at this hour.

The parties at our house are famous

for being first-class funerals.

Is your brother hunting?

- Irene, take this dog-looking thing back.

- Give it to me.

I woke up and my bed started to shake,

- What town are we going to?

- Maybe I was just being nervous,

- What town are we going to?

- Anyway, Bassano di Sutri,

I am probably going

to be visited by more ghosts,

Why are you crying? What language

is that? Where are you from?

Eskimo!

I:

Beautiful night to all of you!

What are you doing?

Where are you going with that?

Careful not to spill everything.

I don't get the meaning of this walk.

- Hi, Clemente.

- Giulio, look who I brought.

You big slut.

Who told you to come here?

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