La teta y la luna Page #5

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You're f***ing crazy!

You're sick, you're sick!

You never loved me

and you'll never love me!

You hate me, you hate me, you hate me!

You're a f***ing b*tch!

You b*tch!

If only we could have found our house...

It was so important to me.

I wanted you to see it.

I wanted you to know.

This is very hard for me to say, Joe.

I wanted to tell you.

I tried to tell you.

I didn't know how.

I thought that if we could see

the house that we lived in.

The house that we lived in

with your father.

Not with Douglas.

But with your real father.

Make a right.

We're here.

- What?

- We're here.

Go.

Go, go, go.

Continue, please.

That's it.

Now let's see, boys.

Let's see what you did.

Bigfoot, bigfoot,

you stepped on my star.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Teacher, someone came.

Your shoes.

Your shoes...

Put them there. Look.

Put them there,

with the rest.

Come closer,

I didn't hear you.

You'll tell me later, right?

Let's see what this planetarium

looks like.

Let's see.

Listen, bigfoot...

Fill that gap in front of you.

There, right in front of you.

Come right in.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Calm down.

Come, let's make room.

Mind your feet,

you'll ruin everything.

Yes, yes, you can

take it home.

It's the last day of class...

and when you're back

from the holidays

you'll find...

Why are you laughing, Luigi?

Come on, be nice.

When you're back from the holidays,

youll find right up there

your sky, which I find very beautiful,

in memory of your work

and your imagination.

I don't want to bore you any longer.

Happy holidays for everyone.

A kiss...

Happy holidays. Bye.

- Happy holidays, Palmiro.

- Thanks, all the same to you.

He made this moon with 3 eyes,

And he stole your shoes.

Why do you say he stole my shoes?

Maybe he made a mistake.

I brought your shoes back.

Wait, I'll go take yours.

I mean,

I'll go and get yours.

- Will you drink anything?

- No, thank you.

- Are you English?

- American.

Here they are.

Here.

Do you like my shoes better than...?

Do you want my shoes?

You used to speak English

a lot, didn't you?

Many years ago.

I know certain American songs.

You remember you had a son?

I'll play something for you.

Thank you.

He never forgot you.

He looked for you everywhere.

Didn't you wanna know where he was?

All he wanted to do was to find you.

It drove him crazy.

After a while he started shooting up.

H. Heroine.

You know?

We'd shoot up together,

then we'd look for you.

We looked for you, man!

You don't believe me?

Look!

Look!

Look!

Where is my son now?

He's dead.

He died right in the street.

Nobody came to help.

He OD'ed.

Overdosed.

Get out.

Get out, please.

- And Caterina, where is she?

- She's rehearsing at Caracalla.

Mom.

Mom.

Love and dancing prosper

in these happy halls...

... where life is only

an alluring dream.

An alluring dream.

Night of sweet moments,

of passion and song...

Of passion and song...

Why do you not stay your flight

above the waves of pleasure?

It's fine like this, thanks.

Renaldo, Francesco, Stefano,

what did we say?

They're killing each other here.

Let's remember what we'd said.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

We're at work. Out!

Let's remember what we had said.

Renaldo, Oscar's song.

Keep calm.

Keep calm.

At least you can

tell me how he's dressed.

You'd like to know

how he is dressed...

... when that's the very thing

he wants to hide.

Oscar knows but won't tell.

Marina!

Where's my mother?

You'd like to know

how she is dressed...

Where is she?

Guess.

Concealment is in vain, Amelia.

You are that angel!

I love you, yes, I love you and in tears

... I throw myself at your feet...

... while an avenging knife...

... lurks in hiding for you.

You will be a corpse tomorrow...

... if you stay here.

Save yourself,

go, leave me, flee...

Five minutes.

Five minutes, please!

Five minutes!

Five minutes!

Will you please remain silent?

Please, turn down the volume.

Edward, you never get anywhere on time.

They wouldn't allow me to come in here.

Look what an incredible present I found.

It's a score of Ballo

autographed by Callas.

Isn't it incredible?

Caterina is beyond all that now.

I supposse this must be

a very tricky theatre.

How's she been singing?

She's not singing.

She's speaking her role.

- That's very unusual for her.

- You don't understand anything.

Now you're in love

with your father?

You really screwed me up.

- I'm half Italian.

- You're American.

It says so on your birth certificate.

You were born in New York.

Your father was Douglas.

You know you'll go to jail

for forgery.

They'd never arrest me.

I'm crazy.

- I really am.

- You're kidding.

I'm teasing, darling,

I'm teasing.

Why did you break up?

He hated... me.

My, my voice.

He wanted... something dfferent.

He was...

... selfish.

He was in love with his mother.

To your places!

- To your places!

- To your places, pleae!

Everyone in place!

I have to go.

Everyone to your places!

Break is over!

Please, to your places!

Yes, I understand, but tell me

what the finale's feeling is.

But, are you ready to sing or not?

Caterina...

Look, Caterina, you're a woman

who's deeply in love...

... and tries to fight this conspiracy

no matter what...

- Come, come on.

- But let me finish talking.

It's terrible.

To see me?

Is it true?

- But, what?

- Our son.

He's right there.

Joe, Mustafa's gone.

Once more,

farewell.

For the last time,

farewell.

Farewell.

Take this farewell of mine too!

Help! Help!

Oh, heaven!

He has been slain!

- By whom?

- Where is the assassin?

Here!

Renaldo!

Death and infamy to the traitor!

Let the sword of vengeance

cut him down!

Death and infamy to the traitor!

Death and infamy to the traitor!

Death and infamy to the traitor!

No.

Let him go!

Let him go!

You, listen to me for a moment.

Mercy for everyone.

I am master here.

My pardon...

... absolves you all.

Merciful God, spare so great

and generous a heart for us.

He is a ray of Thy divine love,

merciful God,

on us poor souls on earth!

He is a ray of Thy divine love,

on us poor souls on earth!

Farewell for ever,

my children.

Farewell, beloved country.

Farewell,

my children, for ever.

I am dying!

My children,

for ever.

Farewell!

Night of horror!

Night of horror!

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