Stromboli Page #3

care of myself. Does she live far from here?

-No, behind the church.|-I'll gab the material and we'll go.

-How could she do that to me?|-I'm sure it was by accident.

-This is the house.|-Aren't you coming?

-No.|-You could introduce me...

-No.|-But why?

My wife is very jealous, you know?

Thanks, see you later.

-Good night.|-Good night..

Could you sew this for me|on the machine?

Here, and here.

Oh, are you...Are you sick?

-A little malaria.|-Oh, malaria...

And who is taking care of the lighthouse|in the meanwhile?

My partner.

Poor thing, he has to stay there alone|until you return.

Yes.

-Miss.|-Yes.

Thanks.

Two more stitches, here.

Would you like to try it on?|Come with me.

-It would be better if I tried it on...|Oh, its night already!

-Angelina, come on, offer us a drink.|Don't be tight-fisted.

Now you have contempt for us?

Where did you get that beauty?

-The lighthouse guard is inside, no?

-They say he's sick.|-Yeah, I wish I was...

-What's going on??|-There's a woman in there

that'd take your breath away.

-Where are you going?|-He's the blonde's husband.

-You're back.|-Get out of here right now.

I have to change.|You want to embarrass me?

-Let's go home, hurry up.

What's going on?

Walk!

You shameless woman, if I catch you around here, I'll break your face.

-Why are you being like this?|I did nothing wrong

I came to have this dress sown.

-And you had to go to the|house of a whore...

-We'll settle this at home.|-Oh, I'm so frightened...

Walk.

You make a few lira and you think you're rich.

The money has gone to your head...

and you act so pretentious.

How much did the fish bring?

This much.

-How much is it?|-30,000 liras.

-30,000 liras...|-I am being robbed, not paid.

-Why?|-They take advantage of me,

because you are a proper lady.

They know I must keep you happy,

And so I'm obliged to suffer their taunting.

They pay me less than the others,

although I work more.

I will work for you.

Don't bother.

-You have a match?|-Yes.

Look.

You've changed everything.|And the paintings?

The family portraits...|I removed them.

The Virgin?|The Virgin too.

-My mother hung her up, the Virgin.|-I know, I didn't throw her out,

just took her off the wall.

-A cactus inside the house|-Yes. You don't like it?

Yes. I guess so...

I did what you told me to.|I prettied up the house

for him, for me.

To make the wait easier.

Bu when he saw it yesterday, he was angry.

He didn't have the courage|to tell me to my face,

but he was offended.|This morning he took out of the closet

all his old things,

that horrible junk.

As he held those family portraits

in his arms, I realized

that he was furious with me.

I understand.|Antonio is so innocent,

a good and simple man.|His only experience

of life is having been a soldier.

I want to understand also,|but who is there to understand me?

You are the only one who perhaps can understand me.

Please, help me, advise me.

I will go crazy, I have no luck.

-How I suffer, please believe me.|-Be brave.

-You are both very young.|-And must I waste my youth?

I can't stand anymore. Its inhuman.

-What else would you do?|-I told you, I don't know.

You could help me somehow, I beg you.

You know Antonio is a basic man.

If you don't speak to him like a child,|he doesn't understand.

One little remark and he gets scared.

-Explain yourself.|-There's nothing to explain.

He is as unlucky as you, perhaps more.

-So there is no way out, no hope?|-Be brave, and patient.

Perhaps we could write to one of those|who went to America

or to Australia, to see if they could|find him some work.

Please try. Is it possible?

-Who knows?|They never forget their own.

They are good people.|Francesco Di Martino,

he emigrated to America|and died a short while ago.

he was a widower with no children.

He has left 3,000 dollars,|all his wealth, to Stromboli.

For the old folks, to repair the cemetery...

They have entrusted the money to me.

I knew you were the one|who could help us.

-I am only a priest|but I understand

-... about human suffering.|-The dead rest in peace

in that desolate cemetery|under the burning sun,

...but not the living.|-I know, I know.

-The best way to honor|your friend's memory

is to give that money to|two young people who wish to live.

-Perhaps, but I cannot.|-Please listen to me.

You know nothing about me,|or my past.

I'm lost, I have sinned.|I have lived on dreams,

on adventures, as if compelled

by some evil force.

Now I know I was wrong and I would like

to change my life, but this is too much...

One cannot go from one extreme to the other.

I knew all that.|I had compassion for you

from the first day I saw you.

I tried to give you all the spiritual aid

that I could.

You are so compassionate...

Thank you.

This will raise your spirits.

Drink.|-I am ashamed, Father.

Perhaps I lost the way, but|all I want is some happiness.

I am from a comfortable family

but we lost everything in the war.

Then I met a man,|an officer in the German army.

He seemed kinder than the rest,|he was young, happy...

I lost my head, I lost myself.

I sinned, but I have paid for it...|You are so understanding,

-... so experienced...|-I am just a simple priest.

I can be honest with you,|but not with Antonio.

You are the only man|who can console me.

-I say again,|I am only a town priest...

...of a town of fishermen.|-But you are also human...

-I am a priest.

And I can only help you|in confession or prayer.

You..are as pious as your God.

You...!

Say what you wish.|I only feel...

an immense pity for you.|May the Lord guide you.

Control yourself, be humble, pray...

-You came back.|-Yes.

I didn't expect you so early.|What happened?

-Where were you?|- I went out for a walk.

I went to the church...|What is that?

I just bought it,|it's a ferret.

-How much did it cost you?|-Very little, the fishing season

...finishes in the fall.|-So?

-Fishing tackle.

Why did you buy the ferret?

-To catch rabbits?|-To catch what?

You'll see.

-Watch.|-What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

-Give it to me.|No, stop, no.

-What are you going to do?|-Watch this.

That's horrible, stop it.

Please, enough.|He'll kill it, separate them.

Fool! You are cruel.

-What are you looking for?|-Clams. There are more over here.

Wait for me, I'm coming too.

-Find anything?|No, not yet.

Hello.

How are you?

-Are you better?|-Yes, thank you.

It got away.

What was that?|-An octopus.

An octopus?

Look around here.

There it is. You see it?

I got it.

Cuckolded!

-You are cuckolded!|-Cuckold!

Don't get involved,|its your wife's fault.

-Why, what has she done?|-Nothing, what a saint she is!

dinner is on the table,|I'm not hungry.

But, what are you doing?|Antonio! What's wrong?

Why are you hitting me?

Let's go.

Walk, Mass is starting now.

-Let's go.|-Stop, don't move.

-What's going on?|-I wanted to surprise you.

Come closer.

A little more.

-She likes attracting attention.|-He will suffer a lot.

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