Mediterraneo Page #4
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- 1991
- 96 min
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Yes...
Me, you'll remember.
Let's do it?
Why?
-A nice game, right?
-Yes, nice.
-Look who's spoiling everything.
-Mind your own business!
You're just lucky, Pope!
The dice are round, but still...
I knew it! I'll never get used to it.
It's like drinking sand.
Let it settle on the bottom.
Learn to wait.
Smell the aroma, and wait.
That's the enjoyment.
What are you saying? Coffee is coffee!
You order it, drink it and Ieave. Sh*t!
Wait! Everybody waits!
What's there to wait for?
-I'll check it.
-What happened?
-Hi. What happened?
-Farina shot at me.
-What?
-It was my turn.
He's inside with her. He wouldn't let
me in. I knocked and knocked...
and started knocking down the door.
He shot at me from the window.
-Is he crazy?
-It seems impossible. What's going on?
-Antonio?
-Go away, all of you! You understand?
Leave us alone.
-He's gone nuts!
-What'll we do? What'll we do?
-Go get Raffaele.
-Me?
-Should I go?
-Why me?
-I couId go.
-ShouId he go? Go on!
Does it hurt? It must hurt a IittIe.
See? It hurts. Go on!
Go, Garibaldi! That guy shoots!
-Nino?
-One step closer and I shoot!
Oh, he talks big!
F*** off, Nino!
-He's real crazy.
-An idiot! Real scary.
-It's true.
-Let's see it. Does it hurt?
It's not serious.
-Just a scratch.
-What the hell got into him?
He's inside with Vassilissa
and won't let anyone in.
-Why?
-He won't respect the scheduled turns.
Talk to him.
Nino! Raffaele's here
to see you.
Antonio, what are you doing?
Nobody' to touch Vassilissa!
That goes for you too, Lieutenant.
O.K., Antonio, but that's her
line of work.
I mean, she's taken certain
psycho-physical needs to heart...
she's proposing a solution...
-I mean, she's a prostitute.
-Not after today! I love her.
-What?
-I Iove her, Lieutenant. I Iove her.
He Ioves her.
Vassilissa?
Do you Iove him, too?
Yes.
Boys, that changes everything.
How can we go against feelings?
-We can't?
-What do you say?
We can't.
His feelings shot me in the arm.
Oh, come on, it's not serious.
I have to go back...
Best wishes and lots of male children...
my color's drying.
Get that disinfected.
One guy's color dries,
another guy's wound dries. Let's go.
Sorry.
Now Vassilissa and Antonio
are man and wife.
Drink to your marriage.
And then you, Antonio,
will break the glass...
to make sure nothing will
interfere with your happiness.
ItaIians are Iike Turks, huh?
One race, one stomach!
Lieutenant.
Where's Noventa?
I don't know.
Know what this reminds me of?
When the vacation was over.
That's when we went back to school.
Vacation was over and we headed home.
This atmosphere here reminds
me of that moment.
I wonder if it's right.
The world changes, and we're here.
Right or not, that' how it is.
It's destiny.
Destiny!
Destiny... can be manipulated...
You can try to have things
go as you'd like.
One can change destiny.
It's not easy. Sometimes
one has to obey destiny.
Did you see that star?
Did you make a wish?
It's not easy.
Know what I'd like?
A nice ship to take me away.
Not that it's bad here. But...
I'm beginning to feel...
a need for a person. Someone...
to be in Iove with.
Sergeant, I...
I couId be that person.
I'm in love with you.
I don't know how the hell
it happened.
They're British!
-Can we be sure they're friends now?
-Things change.
ItaIians.
-What did he say? I didn't hear it.
-"ltalians".
What the f*** do they want?
Dimitri.
Dimitri! They are taliani, are taliani.
Who are those guys?
They used to live here.
They're coming home.
Not allowed... not allowed to
take animal on the boat.
He and I, we're together.
And we're going home together.
To ltaly.
If he can't go, I won't go either.
I'll stay. I won't move.
Try to move me!
See? A IittIe reasoning...
Come, GaribaIdi.
How much stuff are you taking?
Sergeant...
What is this?
We'll never see each other again?
Not again!
Where's Farina?
I can't f***ing find him.
-I'll look for him.
-How much stuff are you taking?
-Where is he?
-I don't know.
-Tell me where! They'll leave him here!
-I don't know!
-What's up?
-"What's up?"?
What's up?
What do you want?
What do you mean, "What's up?"?
Come out and let's go!
I won't come. This is my house.
I'm married... I'm staying here.
Those guys won't wait.
They're British. Your marriage isn't
valid in ltaly. Move it! Let's go!
It's valid for me. Very valid.
Bring her too. Let's go!
They won't wait!
Where to?... Where?
I have no home, no job. I'm alone.
Why should I leave? No!
Everything's changing. ltaly needs
rebuilding from the ground up.
There's much confusion.
It's a great opportunity.
I promise you. It's also our duty.
What duty? Even you agreed.
Remember?
I want to forget them.
Rebuild ltaly, chance the world!
I don't believe in it. I can't.
I'm staying here.
In an oIive barreI on a deserted isIand?
Is that your ambition?
I feeI aIive, here, for the
first time. You understand?
restaurant. She needs me.
Don't be upset, Sergeant.
We're friends, aren't we?
Attendant Farina, this is
desertion, you know that.
-I Iove you.
-Me too.
I can't believe in it.
An olive?
-I'm not hungry.
-Take one.
I said I'm not hungry.
Farina disappeared completely.
Disappeared. I Iooked everywhere.
-He must have fled to the mountains!
-Probably.
Maybe he's right.
Raffaele, we're going to
build a great nation.
You'll see. He'll come back to live
there, too. You'll see.
Give me an olive.
ltalians, Greeks,
my race, my face
one face... one race...
Where did you end up?
RESTAURANT VASSILISSA
Lieutenant!
Antonio, I'm so very sorry.
I wasn't sure about the address.
Thank you.
Thanks, Lieutenant.
-You've lived here all along?
-Yes...
Did you see the restaurant?
I have a surprise for you!
Look who Ianded here!
Who?
Lo Russo!
Hell! Lieutenant!
Life wasn't so good in ltaly.
They didn't let us change anything.
So?
So I toId them...
"You win..."
"but don't consider me
your accomplice."
That's what I told them.
And so I came here.
And you? What will you do now?
I'll give you a hand...
ARE RUNNING AWAY
subtitle by PINOYPIRATE
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