Made in Italy Page #4

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And partly her fault too...

But also yours !

Because you don't realise

who you're living with.

And how lucky you are !

It wasn't done to spite you !

It wasn't.

I don't have time to eat now,

sit down.

Please.

Please, sit down.

I know what happens now,

you simply don't say a word.

And I don't know what you're thinking,

but I imagine the worst.

But you're fine with that,

so you don't have to ask.

Because you never ask, not ever.

You never ask how my day's been,

whether I want to do something different,

or what I'm thinking,

or what I'm feeling...

So I end up doing a monologue.

This time too.

It happened only once.

Just once.

It shouldn't have happened, I know.

But it happened only... once.

Is that enough for you ?

That's enough, yes.

Because I've never felt so guilty

in all my life.

And I've never been so disgusted

with myself.

Because you need to know,

that in this case too,

like in every other moment

during all these years together,

I've never...

and I mean never,

I've never budged an inch,

not even for one second.

I have always been here.

Even when I knew for a fact

that you were screwing around.

I think about Luca every day.

Still now.

Sometimes I have the feeling...

the physical feeling, that he's here.

And still now, every day,

I think about how you were there for me

when we lost him.

But it's always been that way.

You and I have always stuck together

through everything,

everything.

And we're still here.

I know why I'm still here.

No one's ever held a gun to your head.

Can we eat now ?

Goon!

Go on, Riko !

Harder !

Harder !

Thanks.

Thanks.

Here's 2,000.

It's the last bit I can give you.

You can't say I dealt you

the final blow.

This used to be the foundry.

Assemblage.

Lacquering.

The shipment section

was down there.

Half of Reggio worked here.

A city within a city.

An awesome venue for an illegal rave.

Don't you dare !

It needs fixing up,

I need your help.

I'm ready.

How ridiculous do we look ?

I look gorgeous.

Wonderful !

You look wonderful !

Okay...

Okay.

We are gathered here

to celebrate the "real" marriage...

of these two souls, not "soles",

who are soulmates...

- And housemates and flatmates !

- Who with today's ceremony...

- intend to defy the perils of time.

- Keep it simple !

- Riccardo Tirelli and Sara Vercesi ?

- I think so.

"I think so..."

Say yes ! Can you do that ?

Yes.

After this trial period you've had

of 90 odd years,

it's now time to decide if

you want to live together

until death do you part.

Okay, he's crossing his fingers,

to hell with this !

You call this a proper wedding ceremony ?

Do you want to take my place ?

Do you, Riccardo,

really want to spend

the rest of your life

with Sara here ?

- If you really insist...

- Go f*** yourselves !

No, come on, I was joking !

I do.

Do you, Sara, despite what you've seen

and endured so far,

want to tempt fate and go against logic

and continue to share misfortune,

let's be honest,

with Riccardo here ?

I do!

The rings.

By the power vested in me,

I declare you...

off your rockers

but united till the end.

May the force be with you

and with my spirit.

Kiss the bride !

What's so funny ?

We honeymooned in Italy, yes.

What's wrong with that ?

What did we see...

So much stuff.

So much stuff.

What did you do in August?

Nice !

I'll get back to you

about Saturday, okay ?

Sorry I

Did you get my text saying I'd be late ?

Hold on, wait...

Did you do this or

is someone hiding in the house ?

I can make it all disappear

in a flash.

You have to eat it all up.

And you have to say "delicious"

every three minutes.

I've put two bottles of water

by the bed.

Is that your subtle way of telling me

that I overdid it with the salt ?

I have to go see my folks tomorrow.

I haven't been in ages.

Whatever your post-dinner plans were...

the image of your folks

is putting me off mine.

Sorry. I'll fix that.

You can't stay off your phone !

I'll be at the factory in 10 minutes.

What is it?

The stench.

They realised because of the stench.

They took him away as soon as possible...

because of the stench.

Five days !

Sh*t, Riko, he'd been dead five days !

And no one had called him.

Not even us.

Not even us.

- What is it, Pietro ?

- I heard that you're back.

- Yes.

- I sent you an email, have a read.

- Not now, come on.

- It's about him.

Bye.

I don't know if I should send this,

but here goes.

How did I get here ?

Have any of you ever thought of

killing yourselves ?

I have.

Not all the time.

Just every so often.

The fact is, when you have

a rotten heart like mine,

in the physical sense, because spiritually

speaking it's splendid...

I mean, when you have a rotten heart,

every day is like

a game of Russian Roulette.

So if it has to happen, why can't I

be the one to decide when to go ?

But, I wouldn't slit my wrists,

I wouldn't shoot myself,

I definitely wouldn't swallow poison,

so I thought of the Po River...

It's no Golden Gate Bridge,

but the currents would drag you down.

Otherwise, the putrid water

will finish you off.

And if you survive

the currents and putrid water,

that means your time's not up,

that you have to wait, end of story.

The Po River !

It's a good compromise, don't you think ?

You try then nature decides.

Anyway...

How did I get here ?

In spurts.

And what am I doing here ?

Everything I can.

Poor guy! He died young.

But with his heart,

his days were numbered.

There was a nice article in the paper.

He was a real artist.

"Everyone loved him,

he was a real artist..." Listen to you !

With all due respect for the tragedy,

let's be honest...

He may have been an artist

but he'd never done f*** all.

Apart from squandering

his family's wealth.

It's always the same old story.

The typical clich of the artist.

It's either heroin, or coke, or gambling.

And now, perhaps, his works

will soar in value. Come on !

- Apologize.

- Apologize ? Who to ?

And what for ?

For saying what I think ?

- Apologize.

- Listen, he was your friend...

Sucks for you.

Come in, Riko. Sit down.

"The regulations are to blame.

Italian pork must be

of a certain quality,

unlike imported pork,

which is cheaper.

The market, the recession is to blame...

You can't imagine, Riko,

how awful we feel having to do this.

If there were another option,

we'd choose it. But there isn't."

- Listen...

- No, it's fine.

When I started here, 30 years ago,

the Veroni family still ran it.

Mr Arnaldo Veroni

always maintained a presence here.

I don't even know who you are.

The market, the regulations,

the recession...

You think I don't understand ?

I do !

But all I can say is f*** you !

Well...

First of all, thanks for sparing me

from having to do my speech...

I'm so sick of repeating it.

We've prepared a bonus for you

along with your redundancy pay.

We managed to make Crotti

drop the charges.

You broke his nose and jaw,

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