Our Life Page #4

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Wait, it needs oil.

- Theres the Torriglia potato.

- Aurelia?

Not Aurelia, Torriglia.

Aurelia is a road.

Torriglia is a potato.

How do you know all that?

I read the Cooking Encyclopaedia

before going to sleep.

Andrei! Keep an eye on the

kids, theyre belting each other.

- He started it.

- I dont give a sh*t who started it!

Want to see the barbeque?

This way.

My dad made this.

Like the rest of the house.

He built it brick by brick.

It was illegal at first,

then it was authorised...

- Look at her.

- Hes talking about potatoes.

From fish to potatoes.

She looks at him like a St Bernard

whos found a survivor in the snow.

Jesus, Loredana, you want

to control everything.

Whats the problem?

Hes too good-looking for her.

Happy 55th birthday!

Thank you.

- Happy birthday, old man.

- Thank you.

Happy birthday to Uncle?

- Are you 50?

- Hes not 50, Christian.

Dad was joking. Hes 40.

And four. Gone.

You dont look 40, you look

younger. Congratulations.

Thank you.

- Doesnt he look younger?

- I dont know.

Be nice! Whats wrong?

Speak Italian, like everyone else.

I did it so they

wouldnt understand.

- Where are you going?

- See you. Im going to Rome.

- How?

- Ill walk.

Andrei!

- Come on.

- Andrei!

Hi, kids. You okay?

Kiss...

I get it, I get it.

Okay, but everyone

deserves an extension.

If we dont help each other...

Were in the same business.

This isnt the first time its

happened. You know how payments work.

Its only a matter of days.

All right.

Lets go! What are you doing

playing ball? Is this recess?

Its our break. We do

what the f*** we want.

Like hell you do!

Youre taking advantage.

I try to be at your level, but

Ill go back to being the boss.

Playing ball! You want drinks too?

Hey, boss, we do lots of overtime.

Working too much is against the law.

- I gave you a skill.

- I already had a skill!

Again with the paediatrician story?

That again?

Youre a labourer

here, do your job.

I dont give a sh*t

about your problems.

You could have stayed

in your country.

Why the hell did you come here?

Back to work. The breaks over.

Want to see me cut 15 minutes?

Ill make it 15 minutes shorter.

Youre only good

at asking for money.

Im becoming the guest worker here.

Bloody hell.

Were the ones wholl have to

run off to Romania, Morocco...

All you do is make demands.

I know, but its not up to me.

If you dont give me 50 I

cant give 30 to my source.

Then they get pissed off

and were hit by a tsunami.

Were not going to piss them off.

Everythings under control.

Besides, youre not

gifting me the money.

Youll get it back with interest.

Okay, but if I dont get it back?

I have to pay for the stuff up

front. Theyre already pressuring me.

- Its only a month.

- Its up to you.

Daddys boy.

Okay, thanks.

- What about Vasco?

- Is he a problem?

Ill take him when I

bring you the money.

- Its security for you.

- A hostage.

Security.

Whos here?

Hello. Sitting in the dark?

- Hi, Im Adrian.

- Claudio.

- Hi, Im Mariam.

- Hello. Friends of yours?

Yes. Were going out.

We were waiting for you.

Were late, so were off.

- Did you offer them something?

- Yes, they didnt want anything.

- A beer or something? Dont be shy.

- No, thank you very much.

- Were going. Thank you.

- What for?

- Pleased to meet you.

- The kids are fed and showered.

- Thanks. Stay out of trouble!

- What trouble?

Leave a few girls.

Where...

- What are you doing?

- Were playing Romanians.

Playing Romanians?

Get out of this room!

- Were going.

- Its not funny, Christian.

How many times have I told you? Go.

Take these things.

Thats not your bed,

its Mums and mine.

Do I have to lock the door?

I even bought you a TV.

You made me wait before.

Gallozzi... thats this one, 640.

This is Gallozzi.

Come on, Samuel, help Dad.

Help Dad. Here...

should take less than 4 seconds.

Look whos here! The bricklayer.

Roaring by night, boring

by day. Look what Ive got.

For you.

- Seven hundred.

- Here.

Your first wages as a labourer!

Come on!

Is it all mine?

You worked, you earned it.

Dont spend it all.

Boys!

Youre a sight for sore

eyes with that briefcase!

The bonus should be big today.

Were doing a lot of overtime.

You talk too much. Doesnt

your mouth ever dry up?

I have to speak for the Mute too.

He works like three

men. Youre still ahead.

Yeah, yeah.

Police! Police!

F*** you.

Think youre working hard?

Its hard work finding you here.

What a surprise.

- Pizza and coffee.

- You made everyone run for cover.

- Theyre morons.

- Why?

Police, police! Come on, go in.

Im smitten.

You know that Im

a sucker with women.

I know.

Ive only got one doubt.

What?

But you have to tell me the truth.

- Did you screw her?

- Ask her.

Id rather ask you first.

- You should ask her.

- Did you do her or not?

Of course.

Look, Piero, its not that...

She just felt sorry for me

when she heard about my wife.

It was an impulse... You know?

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

See?

Shes all heart.

Anyway, when we were kids

didnt I get your hand-me-downs?

Whats that got to do with it?

- Im talking about a person.

- Sure, but I mean...

Ari?

Im with two guys who want

- Didnt we agree...

- Theyre gypsies.

I can see you. Im here.

Here.

- Thanks. Ill explain later.

- I dont want to know.

- I hope its nothing serious.

- Its okay.

Itll be okay.

Morning.

Ill take it.

Im glad you came. I was

bringing him to the site.

I cant take it any

more. Im always scared.

If its not the cops its

those jerks who just left.

- Hows Ari?

- I dont want to see him.

I dont want to live in

this sh*t country any more.

Youre making me

racist against you.

For three years hes been saying

well leave and go to Senegal.

And stupid me even

had a child with him.

Ari?

Where the hell is he?

Are you alive?

Theyll be back in 24 hours

to push me out of the window,

wheelchair and all.

Mamma mia!

They scared me shitless.

There was a bald guy

who was a real bastard.

He kept smashing things.

Celeste was terrorised.

She got angry at me.

She packed her things and left me.

- You cant trust women, or dogs.

- Didnt yours defend you?

No. She sold me out

for a pat on the head.

What will you do?

One thing at a time.

Ill think of something.

The cop came in. He had

a list of all your names.

- Everyones names and surnames.

- So?

There are people here with

no papers, no work permit.

But we dont want to pay

taxes so thats how it is.

You know how it works. I had

to hand over all the money.

He cleaned me out.

- Now what?

- You have nothing for us?

- Im broke, Pasquale.

- Weve got families...

- Me too. Give me a fortnight.

- A fortnight?

The problem isnt you, its

the suppliers. You know how it is.

We need to be patient.

Hello?

Sorry, Ill have to call you back.

If you dont mind. Thanks.

They want money too.

Come on, boys, lets

get back to work, please.

Look at the duck.

- Where did you get that phone?

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