Malena Page #4

is possessed by the devil!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Rosa!

Come here!

That's enough!

It looks like you're posing

for Michelangelo's Pieta of the poor!

No.

Evil eye on blood is fed.

Hold on fast till death is past.

Exorcise the devil

from this child.

Goat red, on wood fed,

hold on fast.

Head and tail,

evil eye release this child.

Cast the devil into the wild.

Shameful!

Disgraceful!

They cured my uncle this way...

and he had cholera!

Your son's not sick!

He's becoming a man!

With a dick this big,

he needs to f***!

Renato!

Renato, wait here for me.

Come here. Come on.

Close the door.

- My father?

- He's coming.

Ladies!

Choose the one you like.

Ladies!

What do we have here?

Fresh young meat.

Lupetta, up to the room.

Treat him right.

- What's your name?

- Amoroso Renato.

Amoroso. What a romantic name!

Tonight we either die in a bombing

or end up in jail.

Go ahead.

- Is it your first time?

- No.

I've imagined it many times.

Let's go give that shameless whore

what she deserves.

Stay back.

This is between the women.

Now you'll see what happens

when you steal our men...

and sleep with the filthy Germans.

It's the end of spreading

your legs, whore!

Now let's see

what men make of you!

The madame is served.

Get lost!

Disappear!

- I know that face.

- Who is it?

Nino Scordia,

Malena's husband.

Malena, the one who did it

with the Germans.

Poor guy.

He was better off dead.

Isn't that Malena's husband?

Hey, Giovanni,

there's a strange guy.

Do you know Malena Scordia?

Who's she?

Who are you?

This is my family's house!

We don't know anything.

When we came,

no one was living here.

No one?

Poor guy. No one

will tell him the truth.

What would you say,

"I hear your wife is a prostitute"?

I hear she's still

a great piece of ass.

I lost an arm.

I wasn't dead!

Then I was taken prisoner in India

and I contracted malaria. Tell him.

Sir, he lost his arm...

Hey, kid, what are

you doing here? Go away.

Me "boy-bar. " Coffee.

I have to get the coffee cups.

Understand?

Okay, okay.

My family has lived in this town

for generations.

Now no one will talk to me.

My house is a refugee camp,

and my wife has disappeared.

No one in town knows

where she is.

His wife was the woman

we saw beaten up

on the day we arrived here.

Everybody says she's

a prostitute in a whorehouse.

Help me find her.

I want to bring her home.

Excuse me. Don't you remember me?

I'm Nino Scordia.

- You mistake me for someone else.

- Could I have a light?

You were the Fascist secretary,

and you were his deputy.

You can help me. Do you know

what happened to my wife?

Didn't she join the Communist Party?

She was photographed

with her arms around the Commie leader.

You're a family of heroes!

You're right.

Those who fought the war

for you bastards aren't heroes.

Go take a walk through

the brothels of Sicily.

You may find your wife there!

Wait a minute. Come back!

Dear Signor Scordia,

forgive me if I don't have

the courage to speak man to man.

These last months have

taught me much about courage,

even if I have found little myself.

I'm the only one who knows

the truth about your wife.

Around here, they only say

bad things about her.

But believe me, your wife

Malena was faithful to you.

You are the only man she loved.

This is the honest truth.

It is true,

a lot of things happened,

but back then,

you had been dead along time.

The last time I saw her, she was

on a train for Messina.

I should sign "a friend,"

like all anonymous letters,

but my name is Renato.

Good morning, Judge.

All is well, thank God.

Eat up, my sweet pea.

- Sons of b*tches!

- Look who's here!

Giorgio, look who's here!

Why are you all

looking at that woman?

It's nothing.

I saw them in the square.

They were walking arm in arm.

Quiet. She's here!

It took a lot of courage to come back.

Look who's here.

I heard it,

but I didn't believe it.

- What have they got to look at?

- They should leave her in peace.

She's got some wrinkles

around her eyes.

She's put on weight, too.

But she's still beautiful.

Good morning, Mrs. Scordia.

Good morning.

Want some nice tomatoes?

They cost less over there.

- Good morning.

- Thank you.

Nice things here!

- Like it, Signora Malena?

- Yes.

- Try it on.

- No, that's okay.

- It's no problem.

- Another time.

Give me your bag.

We'll discuss it later.

- Thank you.

- Good day.

It's okay. I'll get it.

Thank you.

Thank you for your help.

Good luck, Signora Malena.

I pedaled as fast as I could

as if I were escaping...

from longing,

from innocence, from her.

Time has passed,

and I have loved many women.

And as they've held me close...

and asked if I will

remember them,

I've said,

"Yes, I will remember you. "

But the only one I've never forgotten

is the one who never asked...

Malena.

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