Made in Italy Page #2

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Rat stew, roast rat...

caramelised rat...

Rebbo... I'm sorry.

Gianluca's next.

It's official:
everyone's

screwing everyone in here.

Up for our Monday card game later ?

Up for a card game later ?

It's great fun eating with you.

All morning I thought: "I'll sit

with Riko at lunch, it'll make my day".

Look at our dear Sara...

How did I get here ?

My life story in two minutes ?

No.

No.

What am I doing here ?

My share.

There must have been a contest today

where the biggest a**holes

won a chance to bust my ass.

All on a Monday ?

Couldn't they spread themselves out?

Always the last to arrive, Riko !

Always...

P*ssy detector.

No, he came straight here.

No diversions before coming here,

Mr Tirelli ?

No.

Okay, me and Carnival against

the two shits.

Two shits who will thrash you.

Five euros per game.

We'll play to 51.

Last round is at eleven thirty.

Seven, plus one, two, three coins.

I win.

- You're playing three against one ?

- I can't leave the seven there !

- Whenever you're ready...

- What's the rush ?

Rush, my ass !

Your turn.

I wanted to enjoy the moment...

All the sevens ! All the sevens !

All the sevens for me !

You're still here ? Go home.

Your shift starts in six hours.

What's wrong ?

Home...

- Do you ever think about my home ?

- That's all I think about.

My grandpa built it...

my father made it bigger...

and I'm the one who can't afford it.

The one who has to sell it.

Only no one wants to buy it,

our family home, do you see ?

I can see that you're drunk.

Sara's having an affair.

So are you.

You know Sara.

- You know what this means to her.

- Yes...

that she's in the wrong but you're not.

You keep saying you can't stand her.

Do you even know what you want?

What I want...

I have this little voice that...

keeps going round in my head.

All the time.

I want her to stop treating me like

a fool, that's what I want.

I've been there... for a lifetime...

with a condom on my head,

stuffing sausages and I think:

"Is this what I am ?"

"Is this me ?"

And the little voice says:

"Things'll get better".

The house is falling to bits.

That pig-headed son of mine...

"Things'll get better".

Italy's gone to the dogs.

The world's a shithole...

"Things'll get better".

Listen, I can't f***ing stand

whingers

and you've just won first, second

and third prize as one.

Get the f*** out of here.

I don't mean now... that too, if you want.

I mean in general,

get the f*** out of here.

Change city, job, family...

But above all, please, change friends.

Make a change instead of waiting for one.

- Maybe I should change friends.

- Great idea, starting from now.

Goodnight !

Wait...

May I?

Go on.

They're great.

They're not bad.

Who's the model...?

Just a model.

You're getting better and better.

And you don't have the slightest clue.

Off to bed.

Shall I drive you home ?

If you get pulled over,

they'll take your license and smoke it.

See you.

And anyway, Italy's not gone to the dogs.

And the world isn't a shithole.

It's wonderful, you idiot !

Don't come round.

Claudio's staying the night...

Hi.

Where's the p*ssy ?

How are you ?

Do you get any p*ssy ?

Have you had lunch ?

I'm Riccardo, dad !

You're sweating, are you hot?

Will you call Rosanna for me ?

She's gone, dad.

Mum's gone.

When's she coming ?

I'll call her later.

What day is today ?

Wednesday.

- You go after p*ssy on Wednesdays ?

- No, I visit you.

How's Pietro ?

Pietro's fine.

He's found a girlfriend, apparently.

What about Antonio ?

Antonio ?

Who's Antonio ?

Antonio...

Dad.

Giovanni?

Dad !

You do it on purpose, right?

You're pretending.

So everyone leaves you alone.

Right, dad '2

Yes.

The chicken's good.

It's tastes like fish !

Maybe if they cook fish,

it'll taste like chicken.

- We're going to Rome on Tuesday.

- Are you off your head ?

- Who's "we" ?

- Me, you and Carnival.

- What's Carnival got to do with it ?

- He needs to come too.

- Does he know ?

- I'll tell him.

- What about me ? Did you ask me ?

- There's no need.

There's no need.

Carnival ! Mauro !

Are you okay ?

Enough now, okay ?

Enough, I mean it.

The night before... we're here now

and it's the night before. What now ?

If this is a babe hunt, count me out.

Firstly, because I'm faithful.

Secondly, because I always get the dogs.

Have you ever heard of an Italian being

a tourist in Rome in the past 20 years ?

No, it's our turn then.

In a car ? No.

On foot. Almost.

- Almost.

- Almost.

Hi, Daniele.

Thanks a million.

Voil !

Cool, huh ?

It doesn't even have brakes.

Sh*t!

- Where's he going ?

- Out of the way !

Shitheads.

You're total shitheads.

What's so f***ing funny ?

Thanks, Giulio, really.

- No problem. Behave.

- Don't worry.

Guys, we've got half an hour,

come on.

Thanks.

- What did you tell him ?

- That you had two months to live.

You bastard !

You wanted to come here, right ?

I could do with a new back !

Cool, huh ?

A breath-taking view.

No?

Is he worse than usual ?

So, what shall we do ?

Good question.

Good morning, partners in crime !

I'm fine with "partner",

not sure about the "crime" though.

Are we ready ?

Shall we go ?

Riko, are you sure ?

Yes, yes...

Going or not makes no difference.

I'm not talking to you,

but to my co-worker.

What are we going to do

down there, Riko ?

Something needs to be done.

Something needs to be done.

Hands off! Hands off!

Hands off! Hands off!

Hands off Article 18 !

Hands off! Hands off!

Hands off Article 18 !

Hands off! Hands off!

Hands off Article 18 !

Hands off!

This is a planned demonstration,

we have the right to protest.

Make way !

We need to join the main protest.

Police, go away !

Police, go away !

- Let us through !

- Police, go away !

Police, go away !

Stop, be quiet !

Stop !

Let us through !

Make way !

We need to join the main protest.

We're allowed to protest !

What the f*** are you doing ?

- They'll attack us !

- They sure will now!

Stand over there and don't move !

You have no right to stop us !

A 20-minute queue for coffee.

I can't believe I'm your nurse now.

Well... cheers, then.

Max Lionheart says hi.

See how sh*t scared he was ?

Get back to bed.

I don't need to hold your hand,

you're in better shape than me.

I've had my coffee, so I'll scoot off.

- There, perfect timing.

- Hi.

Hi.

I've brought you some clothes.

He's still in one piece, he's all yours.

I'll be off.

Thanks.

A whack on the head

did him good.

Bye.

Shall I put it there ?

Yes.

Well...

I spoke to the doctor...

You were lucky, it's nothing serious.

They just want to keep you here

to be safe.

Oh, yes... Pietro.

He knows you're fine,

but wants to see you. Okay ?

Yes.

Here, wait...

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Here he is.

- Well?

It was your first protest

and you end up in hospital?

It wasn't the first,

you just hadn't been born yet.

You wanna be a rockstar, huh ?

The video of you getting truncheoned

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