Nuovo Cinema Paradiso Page #2

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I always tell my children

to be careful

how they choose their friends.

But you don't have any children.

But when I do, I'll tell them.

Don't cry. It's all right, I'm here.

The fire's out.

Mum, what happened?

You scoundrel!

Your sister could have burned

to death because of you!

You'll be the end of me!

I told you not to keep your films

near the fire.

You even burned my photos.

- You and your films!

- He was burning down the house.

Aren't you ashamed

of playing games with him at your age?

- What have I done?

- Who gave him the films?

Don't give them to him, he's mad.

All he talks about

is you and the cinema.

Swear you won't let him in again.

I give you my word.

May God send your father home,

he'll deal with you.

Dad is not coming back,

and I know why. He's dead.

No, it's not true!

He'll be back, you'll see.

THE END:

They smoke like chimneys.

Go and buy a ticket!

I'll make mincemeat out of you!

Signora Anna!

Don't blame me,

your wife told me to bring your lunch.

I told Mum

you didn't give me the film.

It wasn't your fault.

I thought you were joking

when you said

the film could catch fire.

I just wanted to tell you.

Now I'll go.

Toto come here.

Come and sit down.

Now, listen. I started this job

when I was ten.

We didn't have

these modern machines then.

Films were silent.

You turned the projector by hand

with a crank.

All day long!

And it was so hard,

this damned crank.

If you got tired,

and slowed down a bit,

everything was burned,

in a flash.

So why don't you teach me?

Now there's no crank and it's easy.

Because I don't want to, Toto.

This is no job for you.

You work like a slave,

always alone.

You watch the same film 100 times.

Nothing else to do.

You end up talking

to Greta Garbo and Tyrone Power.

Always working.

Every holiday, Easter, Christmas

You only get Good Friday off.

And if they hadn't put Christ

on a cross, we'd work even then.

So why don't you change jobs?

Because I'm stupid.

Who else around here

would be a projectionist? No one.

It takes an imbecile like me.

It's my luck.

So, you want to be

a stick-in-the-mud like me?

Good boy.

It's for your own good.

Always stuck in here. Boiling hot

in summer, freezing cold in winter.

Breathing in fumes,

and earning a pittance.

Is it all bad?

You get used to it.

When the cinema is full,

you hear people laughing,

and that makes you happy.

It makes you feel good. Like you're

the one who makes them laugh

and makes them forget

their troubles.

That, I like.

You didn't hear a word I said.

What are you up to?

I can't turn my back for a minute.

Your mother is right. You're mad!

How on earth did he do it?

He watches and learns.

I'll tell the manager not to let you in.

Did you hear?

And I'll tell Father Adelfio.

No more altar boy,

you understand?

Get stuffed!

I've won! I've won the pools!

The Neapolitan has won the pools!

The Neapolitan has won the pools!

Come along, quick.

These Northerners have all the luck!

The square is mine!

Keep still!

Are the horse-flies bothering you?

You've a louse factory up here.

Off you go.

What do you want? Off you go.

A shopkeeper owns two shops.

In one, he sells fruit.

Be seated.

Here are the external candidates

for the School Certificate.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Rotten little stinker!

- Help me, Toto.

- Quiet!

- I haven't got a clue!

- Quiet!

Francesco Messana. In the name

of the law, you're under arrest.

Son of a b*tch! Pencil-pusher!

This is where it can catch fire.

If it does, you cut here and there,

or the whole reel will burn.

Got it?

I won't stand for this sort of thing!

Which side is the gelatin on?

It tastes good.

These are the invoices.

Always keep them safe.

- Yes, Alfredo.

- Don't ever forget.

This is for you.

Today you can load the reels.

- It's so high up.

- Now you can do it alone.

Stay still.

What a woman!

Children, say goodbye to Peppino.

He's going to Germany.

Why won't you say goodbye?

My father says he's a Communist.

God bless you, Mum.

- Will he find work in Germany?

- Who knows?

It's like an adventure.

You live in hope.

Screw this country!

Go and work in Germany,

you and your Stalin.

Goodbye, Peppino!

Come back soon.

At least Germany

is closer than Russia.

After six years,

the return of spring fashion.

A fresh new look

unlike the pompous styles

of wartime.

I'll make mincemeat out of you!

Another sad page in the tragedy

of our men in Russia.

The Ministry of Defence

has released a new list

of Italian dead

until now considered missing.

The names will be posted

by the military authorities.

All the families concerned

will be notified.

Unfortunately,

we don't know where he's buried

Here is the pension form

for you to sign.

Hadn't I told you? He's courting me.

Well, he's no oil painting

Go home, we can't have another show.

It's late, can't you understand?

Some people have seen it twice.

We've been waiting an hour.

Tomorrow we'll show another film.

A Western, I promise!

Go to bed.

Close the doors.

They'll wreck the Paradiso. Hell, even.

Alfredo, you let us in!

What do you want me to do?

"The mob doesn't think.

"It has no mind of its own."

The great Spencer Tracy

said it in "Fury".

Well, what do you say?

Shall we let the poor devils

see the film?

I wish we could, but how?

"If you have no faith in me,

have faith in what you see."

So, get your arse off that stool.

Pay attention.

Now we pass through these walls.

Look out of the window, kid.

It's beautiful, Alfredo!

Over there! Look, the cinema!

Thank you, Alfredo!

What on earth is going on?

It's the cinema.

Go to hell!

There's no sound.

Shall we keep them happy?

Want to go down?

- Come, look at this.

- Oh, my God!

- Ah, Nunzio! Half price will do.

- As you wish.

You must buy tickets, folks.

Half price.

Get stuffed!

The square belongs to everyone.

The square is mine!

Don't joke about it, it makes me mad.

I can't believe it,

the whole theatre is on fire.

Help!

Poor Alfredo! What a shame!

It's all burned down!

All burned down!

What do we do now?

No more entertainment

in the village, nothing.

How can we rebuild all this?

Look at Ciccio!

You'd hardly know him.

Who has that kind of money?

The new Cinema Paradiso!

This cinema is for you!

He's just a boy.

What about the child labour laws?

I got a licence

through my connections.

But don't ask me how it works.

Officially, I'm the projectionist,

but the money goes to Toto.

Stay on your toes, Toto.

No falling asleep.

No more disasters.

Do as poor Alfredo taught you.

And God bless you, son.

Thank you, Father.

What's this? A funeral?

Life goes on. Music!

You've fallen in love

with that peasant.

- Maybe.

- And he's asked you to marry him?

Then it's all over between us?

What a dish!

My God, they're kissing!

I shall not watch pornographic films.

Bravo, Don Ciccio!

Any room for me

in this new paradise?

Bring him home afterwards, Toto.

I'm going now, Alfredo.

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