Ro.Go.Pa.G.

It's not difficult to predict

for this story of mine

biased, ambiguous

and scandalized judgments.

In any case, I want to state here and now

that however la ricotta is taken,

the story of the passion,

which la ricotta indirectly recalls,

is for me the greatest event

that has ever happened

and the books that recount it

the most sublime ever written.

Damn it.

Got a temperature?

Stracci, you're finished.

Yes, of course.

I slept outside last night.

The garbage man woke me up.

Then you're not eating?

Not eating? Yeah, right.

Better hide your lunch,

or Ill eat that too.

What did you say?

That reminds me:
The wife and kids

are coming to eat today.

Who knows what saint will help me.

You've got your pick here today.

With all these saints,

it's like a museum around here!

Anything wrong with the saints?

St. Sly there stole from god

to feed the dog.

Just look how it eats:

Caviar, steak...

saints, did you eat

the whole last supper?

I'm a poor starving man.

Nothing left?

You ate it all?

Shut up

or Ill excommunicate you.

The crown.

The crown!

Places, everyone! We're ready!

The record!

Not that one!

You're worse than the men

who rolled dice at the foot of the cross!

Publicans! Blasphemers!

The Scarlatti record!

Camera!

Action!

Come on, prompter.

Do your job.

O sorrowing spirit.

O bewildered mother's son.

O desperate mother's son.

O martyred son.

O chaste, rose-pink son.

O peerless son.

No, Valentina!

What's with that face?

This isn't the comdie franaise!

Action!

O sorrowing spirit.

O bewildered mother's son.

O bewildered mother's son.

O martyred son.

Get the negro out of there!

Sonia, remember

you're at Christs feet!

Stop thinking about your dog!

Camera!

Action.

Prompter, wake up!

O sorrowing spirit...

half-wits! Now we'll have

to start all over again!

Sonia, step out please.

We've got to start again.

- Camera.

- 2,050, take four.

Action.

Amorosi, stop picking your nose

and take your position!

Giovanni, did you get some lunch?

Here it is.

Eat up.

- What about you?

- Me?

I'm out of luck, as usual.

What can you do?

Enjoy it.

Thanks, Giovanni.

See you tonight.

- Where are you going?

- I've got business.

I'm gonna get work as an extra.

- Where are you going?

- I've got business too.

Finished the whole thing already?

What an appetite!

I want to go to Terracina

and have lunch on the plain

Ill eat a cow whole

and a sheep still in its wool

you look like my dad.

Idiot.

Hey, you bastard!

That's my lunch!

Damn you!

Drop my lunch

or Ill throttle you,

you dirty thief!

Bastard!

Think that was a nice thing to do?

Think you're better than me

'cause you belong to a star?

May I have a word?

Excuse me.

I hope Im not disturbing.

I'm a journalist.

Go on.

I'd like to get a little interview.

- No more than four questions.

- Thanks.

First:
What do you mean to express

with this new work?

My intimate, profound,

archaic Catholicism.

What do you think

of Italian society?

The most illiterate masses

and the most ignorant

bourgeoisie in Europe.

And what do you think of death?

As a Marxist,

I never give it any thought.

Fourth and last question:

What do you think of

our great director Federico Fellini?

He dances.

He dances.

Thank you, congratulations

and good-bye.

"I am a force from the past..."

it's a poem.

In the first part, the poet describes

certain ancient ruins

whose style and history

no one any longer understands,

and certain hideous modern buildings

that everyone understands.

Then he resumes:

"I am a force from the past.

Tradition is my only love.

I come from the ruins, churches,

altarpieces, forgotten hamlets

in the Apennines

and the foothills of the alps

where dwell our brothers.

I walk the Tuscolana way

like a madman,

the Appian way

like a dog without a master.

I behold the twilight,

the mornings over Rome,

over 'ciociaria',

over the world,

like the first acts of post-history,

which I witness

by privilege of birth

from the utmost edge

of some buried age.

Monstrous is the man born

from the bowels of a dead woman.

And I,

adult foetus,

wander, more modern

than any modern...

in search of brothers...

who are no more."

Did you understand anything?

Sure, a lot.

You walk the Tuscolana way...

write down what I tell you.

You understood nothing

because you're an average man, right?

Well, yeah.

But you don't know

what an average man is.

He's a monster.

A dangerous criminal.

Conformist,

colonialist,

racist,

slave trader,

a mediocrity!

Have you got a bad heart?

No, thank god.

Too bad, because if you

were to drop dead right here,

it'd be good publicity

for the film's release.

You don't exist anyway.

Capital acknowledges

the existence of labour

only insofar as it serves production.

And the producer of my film

is the owner of your paper as well.

Good-bye.

- What are you doing picking flowers?

- Nothing else to do.

Nothing else to do.

- And what are you waiting for?

- That's our business.

Your business.

What a nice dog.

What kind is it?

What breed is it?

A Pomeranian?

He's adorable.

What's his name?

Bastard.

He's so sweet.

If he could just talk, he'd be perfect.

You like him?

A lot!

- Want to make a deal?

- What kind of deal?

I'll sell him to you.

I don't have much on me.

Will you take a check?

Give me a thousand lira

and we'll call it even.

I've got a thousand lira.

Here.

Cheese man!

I'll buy all you've got!

The good thief!

The good thief!

Nail them up.

Here I am.

Come on, slaves. Nail me up.

Climb on

and Ill nail you down good.

Boy, I ate too much.

My stomach's about to explode.

- Did you eat, Stracci?

- What kind of question is that?

Here, Stracci, have a bite.

You thirsty? Want a drink?

Natalina!

Come here a minute.

Whaddaya want?

Don't make a fuss.

Come here.

Listen, do us a favour.

Do a striptease for us.

See Stracci over there?

You have to do it in front of him.

What have you got to lose?

We'll pay you. Come on.

Give us a tune.

Play some of that Arab music.

What are you waiting for?

Start stripping.

Silence!

Musician, don't swallow

your instrument!

- Begone, she-devil!

- Flower of the orient!

Ali Baba's mistress!

Carry the crosses up.

Get a move on with those crosses!

You're like slugs this morning!

We ought to have a whip!

Run! Come on, run!

Start the record, please.

Come with me.

Ettore, you're some angel!

What are you doing?

- I can try, can't I?

- Try spreading your wings.

She's the one who should have

done the striptease.

What scene are you setting up?

Listen, darling, you shoot my scene

or I take off. Fair is fair.

Right. I'd forgotten.

Do the other scene.

Leave them nailed down.

Leave them nailed down!

Take it easy.

I'm hungry.

I'm gonna start cursing.

You do and Ill let you have it.

A fine Christ you are.

Think Ive got no right to grumble?

Suit yourself, but I won't take you

into the kingdom of heaven.

I'd settle for the kingdom of earth.

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