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for the poor girl.

Hope I didn't disturb you.

- We'd like to talk to you for a minute.

- What do you wanna talk to me for?

Just for two minutes.

You must have me mixed up

with someone else.

I didn't do nothing.

You're making a big mistake.

Go on. Move.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the three Kants.

I said Kant and not what your

dirty minds are probably thinking.

"Trotta Cavallino"!

Shut up!

You'd like to hear

"Trotta Cavallino"?

I like it.

It's a nice song, right?

Hey, Orestes, gimme a hand.

Your attention, please, everybody.

Attention! We interrupt the show

to give you some good news.

After all,

our country comes first!

The radio just broadcast

the following war bulletin...

which I'm proud to read to you.

"The attack on Sicily

the enemy began last night...

backed by heavy naval and air support

to include paratroopers...

has received a setback

from our allied forces...

fighting in southeastern Italy.

German artillery have downed seven

aircraft and damaged three steamships.

This treacherous attack against our

country's sacred soil will be crushed...

and the enemy thrown into the sea.

For the greater glory

of our fatherland and its Duce. "

Long live Italy!

Oh, baby! Baby!

Where have you been all my life?

All right, that's enough outta you.

Now sit down!

Can I help it if I like women?

Watch out how you talk

to my father!

- It'd sit down if I was you!

- There it is!

I'm in love with you, angel eyes,

you and your cute little ass!

Hey, isn't that the siren?

It's an air raid!

It's an air raid!

The audience is requested

to go to the air raid shelter...

at number 104, 104.

Whose kid is this?

Who gave me this little boy?

Please keep calm.

Please keep calm.

Hey, Romolo! The chorus girls!

Over here! Over here!

Turn out that light!

What time is it?

There I was, sound asleep,

if it wasn't for that idiot.

Excuse me. What did you say?

"If it wasn't for that idiot"?

What did I say? I don't know.

Speak up.

What did you mean by that?

- He didn't mean anything by it.

- I didn't mean anything.

It's unforgivable!

Certain people ought

to be ashamed of themselves.

Especially now, with our country

united as never before...

on the verge of victory,

and you still hear defeatist remarks!

Shame on you!

Fascist Italy. The Duce.

They're your only hope.

- And we must win.

- Yes.

- And we will win.

- Right.

You want a cigarette?

Smoke ruin my voice.

No very good.

- Oh, you sing?

- Yes.

I learn in my city, Dusseldorf.

Have you been in Italy long?

I been to Roma,

Milano, Bergamo, Como.

This Hans, oldest son.

What do you want?

This is my husband in Russia,

Wehrmacht.

You come rest a little with me?

My boardinghouse is very near.

They won't bomb us

as long as the Pope's in Rome.

Good night, Anita.

Might as well say good morning.

- What's that booming?

- My God, do you hear that?

Mother of God! They're bombs!

Help! Help!

We're being bombed!

Help!

Alberto's house is gone!

The babies! The babies!

Help! Help!

Can I shoot a bit of it?

Go ahead, if you like.

A perfectly preserved mammoth's tusk.

We discovered it during construction

of the Piazza Re di Roma station.

The Capitoline Museum

has already asked for it.

Shall we go down?

This way, please.

What was that?

The ground beneath Rome

is unpredictable.

Every hundred meters,

we come across some important find.

Naturally, this slows up the work.

This is a very difficult contract.

We merely wanted to resolve

the traffic problem...

with a subway

like Munich's or Dublin's...

but here the ground

has eight strata...

and we're forced

to become archaeologists.

The first time the necessity

of a subway for Rome...

was discussed was in 1871.

- You mean 1971.

- No, exactly a hundred years ago.

Roman bureaucracy is even more

unpredictable than Roman soil.

The paperwork which has passed

between ourselves...

and the community of Rome is enough

to fill the entire length of subway.

Right now we're passing

beneath the Appio Quarter.

Agenore!

Agenore, what's that?

My God, it's an earthquake!

Agenore!

Oh, my God! My God!

The buildings overhead

began to crack.

Hey, Mike, I'll get

a shot like this. Look.

Where are we now?

Beneath the Appia Antica,

near San Sebastiano Gate.

To your left you can hear the roar

of a genuine underground river.

It emerges about

ten kilometers from here...

at a place called "Cessati Spiriti. "

When will the whole thing

be completed?

I don't know.

How many hours

do they work down here?

Ten hours straight, I think.

At this point,

we had to change course again.

On the left you can see

a necropolis with 400 skeletons.

Third strata.

Track 22!

Rinaldo, the current

in the right channel has gone down!

Stop!

Stop!

Sir, I think we've run

into another hollow spot.

It's been showing on the gauge

for two days.

We've got to suspend

the work again, sir.

- What's happened?

- Come have a look at the gauge.

Take the flame cutter

to number three.

We've got a hollow spot

as big as the Alban Hills!

What is it, Amirildo?

Don't you feel well?

I don't know what it is.

Ragu, the right wheel!

The right wheel, Ragu!

Hey! Stop the drill!

It goes like this. Now we know there

is an open space on the other side.

The archaeologists will make us

suspend work for a couple of months.

It could be a cavern

or some catacombs.

We could try testing the wall

very carefully in different spots.

Start up the cutter.

- Stop the cutter.

- Stop the cutter!

Down this way. Sir.

A Roman house...

from 2,000 years ago.

Michael, look at their faces.

Keep your mask on.

It's as if they were staring at us.

Look! Aim the light down there!

There!

Hey! Look at this!

What's happening?

The frescoes are fading.

It's the air from outside.

The fresh air

is destroying the frescoes.

Oh, no! How awful!

Michael! What can we do?

We've got to do something.

Do something!

For these disenchanted youngsters,

huddled together like puppies...

making love is not a problem.

Maybe they do it,

maybe they don't.

But it certainly isn't as complicated

as it once was for us...

when our amorous yearning

led us to the nearest brothel.

Remember?

Come on, move!

All right, no f***in' around,

you lousy bums!

You act like you just got outta jail.

Go lay your grandmother!

Where you goin'? How old are you?

Let me see your identification.

Let's go! Move it! Upstairs!

Come on, who's gonna be first?

Come on! Come on! Can't you see

the tongue she's got on her?

Come on, boys, make up your minds!

You too, Gramps.

What's the matter?

You all asleep on your feet?

All right! Enough of this sh*t!

Pretty soon I'm gonna turn off

the lights and kick everyone out!

You got blood in your veins

or water?

Every one of these girls is an artist.

You guys blind?

- Now get your asses upstairs.

- All right, let me by. Let me by.

Let's go upstairs, dolls.

Come on.

Come on, boys.

The young ladies are all here.

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