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Taxes over our weekly paychek...

yeah... true...

INAIL... F24... all that sh*t...

You know why?

To feed you also!

You hear me!

Swallow your discourse!

I won't allow these words towards me!

I'll toss you in! With the other crook!

Hey Pizzullo! Mind the nerves...

Let's calm down.

I mean... if Basletti has been conciliatory

because you are also a "worker"

at this point... I can blow the whistle!

You want to know who threw the blunt object?

The artifacts... nuts and bolts?

Everybody!

All of us!

It was a team work!

Bravo Giulio!

Yes! We were all there...

Yeah...

Arrest us all!

Handcuff us all!

Take us to jail!

Giulio you're great!

C'mon...

Bravo!

Bravo my ass...

And you Salvatore!

Because of you I had to take it up my ass!

Stop messing up or I'll leave you! Got it?

Remember:
social warfare isn't won

by adventurous individual action!

But with the worker's Unity!

Got it?

Milan! Milan!

Why are you stopping?

They might have scored already...

Fill the bottle with 10 coffees...

and get me a pack of

cigarettes from that bar.

Stop! Stop this frame!

Here it is! The precise moment where

I gave way to my own ruin!

Let's watch it please.

Start the moviola...

Notice my condescending manners

whilst giving the order!

Pay attention...

See!

A definite referee gesture!

So:
I wanted coffee!

I pointed the Bar!

I sent the damn Armetta!

Couldn't be more inevitable...

cigarettes, "Pleeze".

Hold on! Wait a moment...

Lewks likes wannapees!

Excuse me.

What's the matter sir?

Sir?

A bit formal today, are we?

Well...

To tell ya' the truth...

the artifact 121...

I tossed it!

It had good intentions!

I mean, it ain't personal, you know...

Listen, I don't know you Sir, OK?

Be Nice!

You're one of those who had to

choose among the factory and the army.

So did I!

We belong to the same class.

Not the same age, but same class!

How come you ere all alone?

You ain't got nobody to

keepz you company on sundayz?

No.

And also, I have to go back

to headquarters.

Because they inflicted me

for removing my helmet in emergency state...

and reported a concussion.

I'm sorry!

Ya' got real broke in the trackz!

Holyhangcow! You Pigs!

You ain't got no Union to defend you?

Unfortunately that's how it is!

Allright...

HURRAY MILAN!

I'm a fan of the Foggia!

Nice squad! Has its ways...

also because we sent you

a bunch of our players!

Well, that's true...

but now I have a problem...

Since I live in Milan now...

I thought I should join a local team!

Wanna join our club?

Black Red September!

Hey lad... you won't deceive us, will ya'?

I'm coming!

I Knew it!

God Damn it!

With 2 Kings you discard a 4?

It's your fault!

Where did you learn to play?

With Paul Newman in Las Vegas?

Best players play as a team!

I count cards!

Yeah... sure... Deal!

Escuse me. May I have a glass of water?

Why? Are we out of beers?

Actually I wanted some fresh water...

I'm thirsty, with all that smoke!

I'm thirsty too!

Of Course!

Since the resistance I don't shoot!

It's Giovanni's turn!

Here is "Serpico"!

Go professional!

Nice shot! Bravo...

Where did you learn?

In the submarines?

If you don't know the gun...

The Police hired you because

of your nice voice!

Hold this Vincenzina.

Show us what you can do!

Are you a left handed lefty?

Yes! Me and Riva!

Unforgiving lefty...

Quiet! Pose for the picture!

Mr, you know how to shoot!

Thank you.

"He was lucky"

These are his "last shots"

I don't think so!

You'll shoot again, right sir?

For you madam... always!

Vincenzina...

have you gone nuts?

if you hit my willy

my moves are gone!

Hope so!

What? What's up?

Are you in those days...

That b*tch from the shooting gallery!

You can't be jealous of that old fart...

Pretty soon she'll be in an asylum.

C'mon...

Why? Are you not jealous?

Well... no. I'm not!

You think I don't please men?

That's not it!

It's a matter of trust...

I trust you, so...

Well, from now on don't trust me anymore!

So you're playing jealous...

are you jealous of me?

A man of my age? C'mon...

Yes! You have too much experience!

You could even nail a 30 year old lady!

I don't like 30 years old ladies.

I don't want them beyond 20! Got it?

I still have 2 to go...

Right! You're an "under"...

What's an "under"?

Those less than 20... or even 23...

Giulio!

What are they up to?

They want to crash the door?

The door bell doesn't work...

the elevator also... unions!

build roads, they say!

Only roads...

Come in! Welcome!

Don't cry!

Come in...

Don't cry! It's only the hillbilly family...

Happy birthday!

Look Vincenzina!

A pressure cooker!

Cute! A jackhammer for Giulio!

Idiot...

I got it Ciccio! You peed!

Excuse me...

May we?

No pee... back to the big chair!

Happy birthday!

Peasant's cheese...

To be eaten when the worms appear!

What a delicacy...

why did you bother...

Nice partzy!

It feelz like Milan X Inter!

Are we all here?

No! Where is Giovanni?

He's not coming?

No...

I asked him not to...

I wanted only close family here.

Silvana help me...

Sit down please...

Ciccio, don't cry!

I'll place you next to Granpa!

Happy?

No...

Why? Isn't Giovanni nice?

Yes... but she said it:

he is no close relative.

We'll open the Sparkling Wine!

Frightening!

Holyhangbutt!

Let's hope the country doesn't flood again!

Be optimistic!

The door...

Electronic doorbel!

You uncork it! Ciccio quiet...

Who is it?

Basletti?

Yes...

Telegram.

Sign here...

- No tip! Next time...

- Yeah... sure...

Earthquake. House down.

Aunt Peppina seriously injured.

Funerals monday.

Antonio, Giuseppe... move it!

I'll go too...

No Vincenzina!

You have to be with Ciccio!

Pardon us...

I'll go to the funeral.

Don't worry... I'll go.

STOP!

Heard it?

That's what I said:

I'll go!

This is a crucial moment!

You'll see why...

Moviola...

Look how I leap forward giving orders!

A real family head!

...and cutting my own balls!

Pardon us...

No sweat...

I'll go to the funeral!

Don't worry... I'll go!

Notice my sorrow!

Look at my face...

For whom?

For Vincenzina's great-aunt!

Just like uncle Pasquale...

He died of chasm last november!

No. That was Grandpa Arturo!

What are you talking about?

Grandpa Arturo died of cholera!

Such happy chats back in the country!

You who live in Milan...

Why don't you ask the government for aid?

Government already aided the link!

Have you seen the link?

What link?

The link-road, a bold engineering feat!

It links Putigliano-Salentino

to Marciano-del-Monte!

A brilliant 4 lane road...

It extends for 30.82 miles...

overall cost:
86 billion!

Now you can proudly reach

Marciano in 22 min.

But if you have a Ferrari

or Maserati, 16 min.

Why would anyone go to Marciano-del-monte?

For sh*t! Nobody ever goes...

Here we are.

Armando works here.

Remember him?

Sure...

He got it sponsored by the mayor,

the bishop, 5 inspectors...

He has 2 bachelors...

and he is studying for the 3rd!

Armando!

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