Mamma Roma Page #5

Do you sleep in the nude?

That's my business.

Can't I sleep as I please?

- What do you want?

- Who was that talking to you?

A waiter who works with me.

Did you just see the devil or what?

What do you want?

What are you here for?

Peace of mind.

My God!

Don't you know I've got a son?

Yeah, we're friends.

We're having a drink later.

He's waiting for me.

Go ahead and have a good cry.

You knew what I was like.

You think I could have stayed

with those hicks?

You should have known

I'd be back sooner or later.

Pigs around the house,

chickens flying over the bed.

You'd have done the same thing.

You'd have run off

and sent them all to hell.

I know you.

I know what you're like.

With all the young girls in Rome,

why come back to me?

Find me one.

You worm.

Don't worry.

With a little help from the right saint,

I'll find a young girl.

I just have to be careful.

They can ruin you.

Send you to jail.

You know I work all day

at my stall in the market.

You'll manage.

Listen, Carmine.

I'll give you food

whenever you want.

There's a bed for you here.

I won't kick you out.

But don't even think I'll ever

walk the streets for you again.

You did it for me, did you?

You did it because you liked it.

Like I said:

a bed and a plate of food.

Hey, scumbag, remember this:

You were covered with lice

when I found you. I cleaned you up.

You didn't even own a dress.

I civilized you.

I was 23 and you were 40.

You had your fill of this man.

You're the one who got me used

to money. I never asked you for it.

You wanted me.

I had just arrived from my village.

I didn't even know

women like you existed.

You ruined me.

You turned me into a pimp.

Admit it. Isn't it true?

You dare deny it?

Leave me alone.

Get out of my house!

I know you don't want

to go back because of your son.

You're afraid he'll find out.

Listen to me.

If you don't go back,

I'll tell him everything.

Get out!

I think I'll have that drink

with your son.

Get up.

Stop acting like a crazy woman.

You knew this would end

badly for one of us.

Looking for a bit of heaven?

Don't you like our kind?

Come here. Have a drink.

Help yourself. Look.

Here, drink up.

Don't be ashamed.

It'll help.

You're not that young anymore.

This fog rusts your bones.

Screw them if they call us tramps.

Why do you do this?

Who makes you do it?

You don't even know yourself.

You've done it for 30 years

and you're asking me?

It's your fault, you know.

You're one to talk.

How you end up is your own fault.

Everybody knows that.

The evil you do is like a highway

the innocent have to walk down.

When Ettore was born,

he didn't want to walk down this road.

But who put all this garbage

in your head?

A priest.

He was like a living Bible.

I didn't want

to start over from scratch.

Maybe I just didn't understand.

Damn you and this cognac!

Now you've got me drunk!

Good-bye.

Do your soul searching by yourself.

God, I've got an awful stomachache.

Like I ate my own heart out.

Hey, ventriloquist.

- Are you one of my customers?

- No, I'm a soccer champion.

Who can remember so many clients?

I'm not the census bureau.

The first was my husband,

Ettore's father.

You even had a husband?

A handsome young guy

with everything.

Sure, even a spare tire.

Twenty people came to our wedding.

We went to church one at a time.

The first left at 9:00 a.m.,

the last at noon,

at ten-minute intervals

so we wouldn't attract attention,

because the police

were after my husband.

When we were married,

as soon as I said "I do,"

they took him away,

and I was left a virgin at the altar.

It could have been worse.

You know why my husband,

Ettore's father,

was a first-rate son of a b*tch?

How should I know?

Because his mother was

a bloodsucker, his father a thief.

Why were they

a bloodsucker and a thief?

Because his mother's father was a hit man,

and his mother's mother was a beggar.

His father's mother was a madam.

His father's father was a snitch.

God deliver us from evil.

And every one of them

starving to death.

If they had had money,

they would have been fine people.

So whose fault is that?

Who's responsible?

Closing up shop?

No, for you I'll work overtime.

Let's go, then.

Whose fault is it?

The birds' and the bees'.

How much money have you got?

Explain to me why I'm a nobody

and you're the king of kings.

Let's divide this cash.

I'll count it again.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight and nine.

Where's the rest?

Go and get change at the caf.

I'll take this for myself.

What are you doing?

Give me that back.

I'm entitled to more than you.

More than us?

What do you mean?

We have to divide it equally.

Why should you get more?

Because you didn't do anything.

I did it all.

If you want it, come and get it.

- Where are you going?

- Trying to be a smart guy?

- Give it to me or we'll fight it out.

- Fine with me.

What did you do

that we didn't do?

I found the place.

Who told you

the goods were there? I did.

Who took you to Gennarino,

the second-hand dealer? I did.

He's my friend,

and that's why he bought the stuff.

As soon as the hick gets here,

he starts acting big.

Signora Roma,

tell your son to calm down.

He's not behaving.

Ettore, where are you going?

See what happens

when you don't work?

Why did you leave that job?

Wandering around all day

like a lost soul.

What do you do in the streets?

At least you had your own money

when you were working.

I bet you don't have a single lira.

Here. Mamma will give you some.

I don't need your money.

I can earn my own.

Whatever you do to your mother

will come back around to you.

Aren't you ashamed

of what you're doing?

Stupid loafer

without an ounce of brains.

You don't have a shred of pride.

Irresponsible fool!

Hey, potato vendor, do me a favor.

Take my stall back to the warehouse.

Ettore, listen.

You feeling all right?

You're all flushed.

You've got a fever.

It's over 102.

Why aren't you in bed?

Who gives a sh*t?

You angry 'cause of what

I told you about your mother?

Everybody knows.

I thought you knew, too.

I've had enough!

Leave me alone!

I don't give a damn

about my mother!

Get a move on.

You're not calling the shots here.

Why did you stop at the hospital?

You want us to catch a fever, too?

I'm going in.

You want to come?

What for?

To carry bedpans to dying patients?

You're crazy if you go in there.

We can't keep doing that.

We've pulled that trick five times.

They're gonna catch on.

The orderlies aren't there

just to have a good time.

Come if you want,

or I'll go by myself. I'm not afraid.

Suit yourself.

Get caught if you want.

I don't care.

The punishment's the same anyway.

He's got a fever and it's late, anyway.

Why should we go?

I spit on them!

Let's go, Tonino, you and me.

The fools.

I'm coming. What the hell.

Let's go.

Visiting hours are almost over.

Nutcases!

Watch out. Some of them

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