Show 'Em the Road Page #4

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because people get

on my nerves very quickly.

I take off on my own.

That's just the way I am.

No house, no roof.

Why did you say you'd die soon?

It just stands to reason.

Goes with the job.

I'll break my neck,

and no one will remember me.

What about your mama?

So what are you going to do?

Wait for him or join them?

Go on, get in.

We'll take the motorcycle

to the police station

so he'll find you there

when they let him out.

Does this old dinosaur actually work?

What a piece of junk!

Come on, get out.

There's the jail.

I'll be leaving now.

You're going?

Yes.

But seriously,

you'd really like to come with me?

Silly, I told you I've no intention

of taking along a girl.

I really don't need one.

That's just...

a souvenir.

Good-bye, Gelsomina!

Here I am.

They asked me to go with them,

but I -

You could have gone.

Which way is my home?

That way.

Once all I thought about

was going home,

but I don't care so much anymore.

Now I feel like my home is with you.

Oh, yeah?

What a discovery.

And with all that poverty

at your house to tempt you.

You're an animal!

You don't think!

There wasn't much to eat, huh?

There was plenty!

There's going to be a storm.

What's the nearest town?

Magliano, 13 miles from here.

But you have to cross the mountains.

We'd never make it.

Not enough gas.

Our convent is over there.

Wait a moment.

Mother, I found oil.

This man wants to know

if he could stay the night.

Pardon us, Mother,

but we don't have much gas.

It's getting dark,

the town is still a ways off,

and my wife doesn't feel well.

- They could sleep in the barn.

- All right. Just for tonight.

She said you can stay.

You can sleep in the barn.

Thank you very much, Mother.

I found a little more.

It's good.

Wouldn't you like a little more?

Go on. Have some more.

Does she work with you too?

She helps me out a bit.

She plays the drum and the trumpet.

Show the sister

how you play the trumpet.

Beautiful.

You play so well.

That's enough.

Now wash these dishes.

- Let me have those.

- It's not your job.

We'll do it together.

She's so good,

and she plays so well.

What's the name of that song?

- I don't know.

What are you doing there?

Let me do that.

That's no work for you, Sister.

I always do it.

Do you always sleep in there?

There's lots of room.

I've got pots and pans,

just like in a house.

Very nice.

Do you like traveling from one place

to the next all the time?

That's how his work is.

We travel around too.

We change convents every two years.

This is my second.

- Why?

So we don't get too attached

to the things of this world.

You grow fond of where you live,

even of a plant.

You risk forgetting your most

important attachment, which is to God.

So you see, we both travel.

You follow your husband,

and I follow mine.

Each her own.

Would you like to see the convent?

I'll show it to you.

It's ancient.

Over a thousand years old.

Why do you keep me?

I'm not pretty. I can't cook.

I can't do anything.

What the heck do you want?

Go to bed.

What a potato head you are.

It's raining.

It's nice here.

Would you be sorry if I died?

Why? Planning on dying?

Once I really wanted to die

"rather than stay with him,"

I told myself.

Now, I'd even be willing

to marry you,

since we're going to stay together.

If even a pebble has a purpose.

You have to think about these things,

but you never think at all.

- There's nothing to think about.

- But there is!

What should I think about?

Tell me.

Enough of this nonsense!

Go to sleep. I'm tired.

Do you like me a little?

Knock it off.

There are silver hearts on the wall,

but my hands are too big.

Come see if you can reach.

What do you mean, no?

How dare you say no to me!

- You shouldn't.

- Shut up!

Have a good trip.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

Would you like to stay here?

I'll tell Mother Superior.

Sisters -

Here. Put this away.

Many thanks for your goodwill

and hospitality.

Sincere thanks

from a humble artist.

Push.

Trifle, come to give me a hand?

I'll help you someday too.

Drop it!

Zampan, stop it!

Make fun of me now!

You trying to kill me?

That was a little present from "Trifle."

Next time it'll be worse.

Worse than this?

You broke my watch!

Zampan, run!

He's hurt!

He's dying.

Come on, get up.

Stop clowning around.

He's dying.

Knock it off!

Hey, you!

Shut up.

Shut up!

Now I'm done for.

I advise sensitive members

of the audience to look away.

The hook may pierce my flesh,

causing blood to spurt out.

The drum will sound three times.

Gelsomina, please.

The drum!

The Fool is hurt.

The Fool is hurt.

What's wrong with you?

What's the matter?

No one saw us,

and no one is after us.

They'll never even suspect us.

I'm hungry.

You stay here.

I'll take care of it.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Where do you think you're going?

Want to go back home?

Eat something.

Enough crying! Stop it!

I can't take it anymore!

It's cold.

I'm coming in to bed.

Don't come in.

Shut up. I'll sleep out here.

It's nice here.

It's cold.

Sit down.

Get some sun.

Let's have some soup.

It's missing something.

Leave it. I'll do it.

It's about time.

You didn't move for ten days.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I just punched him a couple of times.

He wasn't hurt.

I bloodied his nose a bit.

I turn around, he drops dead.

The rest of my life in prison

for a couple of punches?

Just let me work in peace.

Don't I have a right to live?

Thank goodness,

now we can get going.

There's a big fair in this town.

Just a few miles from here.

We'll make some money.

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

The Fool is hurt.

I'll take you home.

Want me to take you home

to your mother?

Don't you want to go home

to your mother?

If I don't stay with you, who will?

I can't go on like this!

I have to make a living!

You're sick up here!

Go inside.

What are you doing?

It's cold. Come on.

Come on.

You killed him.

It's nice here in the sun.

I wanted to run away,

but he told me to stay with you.

We need more wood.

The fire's dying out.

Get out of here, kids.

The show's not till tonight.

Hey, where are you going?

For a walk.

Want me to come with you?

No. I'll be right back.

A small vanilla.

And a little lemon.

Hey, you!

Where did you learn that song?

- What song?

- The one you were just singing.

This one?

A girl who was here

a long time ago used to sing it.

How long ago?

A long time.

Four or five years.

She always played it on the trumpet,

and it stuck in my head.

Where is she now?

She's dead, poor thing.

You're from the circus, right?

She was one of you too.

A vagabond.

No one around here

knew her or anything about her.

She never spoke.

She seemed crazy.

My father found her

one night on the beach.

Poor thing was sick with a fever.

We took her into our home.

But she wouldn't say anything.

All she did was cry.

She wouldn't eat.

When she got a little better,

she sat out in the sun.

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