Neapolitans in Milan Page #7

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I managed.

- It's lean!

So then, no memorial?

What? - The stone memorial,

the monument to the dead.

The stonemason awaits the rest of the

money! - Let him wait, I'll go later.

But you have to go soon, and you can't

move, with this emergency situation.

This way we lose the deposit.

How much?

- 50 or 60,000 lire.

But what is, now you perfume?

- Oh, a little vanilla scent, Dad.

You know, we're in Milan.

Here, that's 60.

Well, Dad, I'll run away

or I'll miss the train. Goodbye then.

Have a good trip! - Thank you.

Here's to you, my Nordic beauty!

To you, my star!

You know I'm getting used

to Milan's climate?

The cold makes me eat more.

And then, I like the mist.

Look, look!

The pizzas!

And how come?

These are Neapolitan things!

Brava!

She can't understand, is Hungarian!

I made her learn especially for you.

- They seem...

those that makes Zaz in the Vomero.

Let's uncork a nice bottle!

Lambrusco.

What a squanderer!

Oh, squanderer!

Don't be afraid. When business is good!

- No...

Has arrived my partner from London!

Watch out! Beware of the bang!

- I'm scared!

Hush.

- This is a wine that...

Look at that! - What do you want?

- Get lost! - Where you going?

Ha! You're here, huh? I had got it!

With women of ill repute!

- I'll explain, please!

Look... No! No! The ear! The nose!

Get out the money! Give me your wallet.

Give me the money!

I didn't lose anything...

- Traitor! Judas! Judas art thou!

I am a man!

Who is it?

Get away, you!

No! Don't touch her! I forbid you!

Let go! - Ouch!

Look at this idiot!

Don't let me see you anymore, huh?

Swindler! Traitor! It's over!

Don't appear anymore before my eyes!

It's over!

You understand?

All right! We shall never meet again!

Wilma and I love each other anyway!

Even without a penny!

What? Who? But look at this miserable!

Here, take this picture!

And I who even made you the pizzas!

Hungarian!

And you've got trade in London?

Aw, come on, please!

Here, take your coat and get out.

Come on, is better for you, walk!

My daughter pays the light! Get out!

Look what the Almighty makes me see!

Damn the Navy, I wanna see

if he'll dare again, the swine!

Lawyer, I can no longer endure

the abuse and bullying of my guardian!

You're the only lawyer I know here.

And you help your fellow citizens, right?

- Of course!

So tell me:
I have the face of a minor?

- A minor?

And Don Salvatore won't tell me my age!

There will be a law for this, right?

Sure. The law is for everything!

Every thing is foreseen,

there's a specific law...

But, you don't know your age?

No, Don Salvatore won't tell me. And when

he adopted me, I didn't understand yet.

But you're not son of that Esposito

perished in the crash?

And 3 months ago,

you didn't understand yet?

Oh, yes, of course!

But I meant an earlier one, lawyer.

Don Salvatore is the second.

I meant the one who actually made me.

Another bastard! Never mind...

But this present one is a tyrant,

a bully, he beats me every night!

And then he slapped me

in front of two women. I am a man, sir!

Lawyer, let us break this chain!

I ask you this like a son, sir!

Vincenzino, listen:

you must talk to me clearly.

You must tell me everything.

You understand? Sit.

Okay, lawyer, I tell you everything.

However, let's not harm Don Salvatore.

- No, and why should we harm him? Sit.

Don Salvatore raised me, is a good man,

a little nervous, but clever though!

- Who doubts that? So, he beats you?

It's alright. It's me the bastard always

in for trouble! - No! But stay here...

The days went by,

the factory proceeded laboriously

trying to meet the new production orders,

but the material stocks petered out.

Impossible to renew them,

since the German or Swedish steelworks

grant no credit to whom has no credit.

But Salvatore immediately

got busy to solve the problem.

But... but I told you we got

a very important job order!

Delivery in a month and a half!

At least try to understand the situation!

Just to get over this moment!

- Engineer... - But...

Yes, I understand...

But...

Yes!

Okay, I get it.

Thanks all the same.

The imports office cannot act!

We'll act on our own!

There you go.

What's that stuff?

We need iron alloys,

not paper for pulping!

Correspondence with relatives abroad.

- And this is mine!

Why not? My old pal in Philadelphia!

Excuse me.

This is of my mother's cousin,

from l'Etoile. Read!

And this is my pal in Nuremberg!

Uncle Pasquale from Brooklyn. - This is

from Turkey! - And this from Romania!

And this from Canada.

- From Greece, here. - Buenos Aires.

This is from Massachusetts.

- From Sao Paulo.

And we have from Liverpool, Mexico City,

Sweden, Norway, Spain and Portugal!

Well? - Surely among these there's

someone who can help us! - Oh, come on!

But come on!

Enough a cablegram,

and starts running the whole chain!

"Dear pal, dear whatever,

we find ourselves into trouble."

"Try to exploit a friendship.

It is a matter of honor!"

Thanks, thank you so much.

Let's see what it is.

"Check sent"

Donna Amalia, Salvatore wrote from Italy!

Gennaro, Salvatore wrote from Italy!

He's in trouble!

Serrazzano! This is important stuff!

No! You can't say no!

The father of your wife

has a lot of connections!

Hello? Hello!

Ciccillo speaking!

I know. Now we see what we can do.

Nicola was familiar with Faruk.

You have no friends in Cairo?

Hello, hello! This is Paris here!

So, John, how're you doing?

- Very well, my friend.

I got a letter from Rocco. It's no good.

Damn it, we gotta help him.

Isn't Alsatian, your father in law?

We must do everything

possible and impossible!

Is at stake the honor of all of us!

Talk to your buddy!

And say hello to your wife.

Close!

Okay?

But it was a hard winter for Salvatore.

For him, unlike the others,

was not easy to acclimatize.

He could not stand the rain, the fog..

...and the cold!

The humidity, the fog...

But winter never ends!

It is long!

- Let's see.

Oh, Madonna, I die in Milan!

Quiet, quiet!

Come on, take this hot milk,

it will do you good!

Ah, the blocked nose.. - I know.

It's the cold. - The nose, the nose!

Patience! Take the hot milk

it will do you good!

Well...

So... I'm going.

Too bad you stay in bed.

Too bad, really.

Because today all the shareholders

will come to congratulate the workers.

Say hello to the workers for me,

and to the shareholders.

So... I'm going.

Hey, stay well covered!

I don't even think about it!

I'll tuck myself in,

and forget it all!

Hello.

Don Salvatore, an orange?

Why did you come?

I told you to show up

only at the factory!

Because I don't forget!

No, Don Salvatore!

I repent! - He repents!

As soon as I heard about

your serious illness,

I had remorse. - Remorse...

- And then,

you may even die!

Better die yourself, useless degenerate!

Don Salvatore, if you forgive me,

I have another serious confession.

I've done another mess.

What did you do, stinker?

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