Mamma Roma Page #6

only pretend to be asleep.

Nobody visits them

and they're ashamed.

They keep their eyes closed, but they're

not really sleeping. You got that?

Listen. I remember there's a guy

who has a little white radio

at the end of the ward.

He's got one foot in the grave.

The priest has already

been in to see him.

He's got red hair and an ugly mug.

They've already seen me around.

There he is.

The hick.

He's so ugly he pisses me off.

Go on.

Put it back where it was.

Sh*t!

My radio! Nurse!

He's a thief!

This one, not him.

He's the one who stole my radio.

Come along with me. Move.

What did you learn today

from The Divine Comedy?

Today I learned pages 104 to 105.

It took a jail sentence

to educate you.

Come on.

Let's hear that canto.

I dreamed I was in the Circle of Sh*t,

and they kicked me out because I stank.

We gonna hear

the Divine Comedy or not?

Fourth canto.

"Broke the deep slumber in my brain

a crash of heavy thunder,

that I shook myself,

as one by main force roused.

Risen upright,

my rested eyes I moved around,

and searched with fixed ken,

to know what place it was

wherein I stood."

Hey, they put a crazy guy in with us.

Calm down.

A guy like you came in here a month ago,

and the next day he was dead.

Keep on reading.

"On the brink I found me

of the lamentable vale,

the dread abyss that joins a thunderous

sound of plaints innumerable.

Dark and deep,

and thick with clouds o'erspread,

mine eye in vain explored its bottom,

nor could aught discern.

Now let us to the blind world

there beneath descend."

Play only for me, O gypsy violin

Perhaps you too dream of a love

Help!

I want out of here!

Let me out!

Let me go!

You're hurting me!

What's going on in there?

I'll have you put away!

You've been carrying on like this

for three days now.

I can't be responsible for him!

I'm strapping him to the bed!

Let's tie him down!

Help me! My arms hurt!

Why did you put me here?

Help!

Unstrap me. I'll stop.

I swear I'll stop.

I'll be good.

Take me back to Guidonia,

where I lived when I was little.

I'm freezing to death.

I'm sick.

Tell them to unstrap me.

My poor baby.

My poor little boy.

He came into the world alone.

He grew up alone,

like a poor little sparrow,

looking all around,

searching for God knows what.

Alone.

Mamma, I'm dying.

I've been here all night.

I can't take it anymore.

Mamma, why are they

doing this to me?

Leave me alone.

Don't worry.

I spent time in jail as a kid, too.

You get over it.

When he gets out,

he'll have learned about life.

He'll turn over a new leaf.

Like water under the bridge.

Ettore!

Mamma Roma, where are you going?

- Mamma Roma, wait.

- Stop.

THE END:

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