Take Me Away Page #2

One shoots little girls,

the other beats them.

Wait.

- Good thing you're here.

- Why?

There's someone who wants

to buy your paintings.

Who?

A certain Antonini.

He's a good kid.

Well, kid...

He must be at least forty.

He's a lawyer

and wants to decorate his new office.

- Is it a sure thing?

- Quiet!

- But why mine?

- Because you're good.

And you can trust me.

You should see how happy he is.

He was so excited

when he saw "The Annunciation".

He said you're an amazing artist

and can't wait to meet you.

He's even made an offer

that I consider reasonable.

But you have to decide

on the price.

- No you decide.

- Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

This is your client...

She is our artist.

Luciana De Angelis,

- nice to meet you.

- My pleasure.

Your paintings are wonderful.

Thank you.

Shall we sit down?

Make yourselves comfortable.

If you like her work,

make a serious offer or

we'll have to pass.

My offer...

I'll give you 4,000 euros.

Half now and the rest when I can.

Let's say 60 days.

Plus I want widow Rampichini's

oak-wood desk.

All right.

- No, it's not!

- I need it for my computer.

It's not mine.

The widow left it to the parish.

There's a holograph will.

You'll find a way.

So what about the offer?

I think it's fine.

If you're happy...

But the paintings stay here

throughout the scheduled showing.

So... So it's a deal,

the other half in 60 days,

give or take a day.

Let's just say 60 days!

See you in 60 days.

Thank you.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

- Thank you.

- Good luck on your show.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I hope you can come.

So do I.

Goodbye.

Interesting...

Very interesting.

Before he met you

he had made a much lower offer.

Will you wait!

Listen to me,

we've made up.

But you and my mother haven't!

She even said if you walk

in there again she'll call the police

and sue you.

What kind of friend are you?

What's the problem,

just go tell her:

"The store is mine

and Othello supplies my drinks,

so don't you dare call anyone else. "

Why?

First, because

my mother owns the store.

Second, she pays the suppliers

with her checks.

Third, I own nothing.

Even the car is in her name.

Is that enough?

Fourth, because you're an idiot

and fifth because

I've had enough of your sh*t!

You have? Let me tell you...

- Tell me what?

- You know what your problem is?

You son is going out

with that gypsy slut!

Whatever.

I'm not done with you,

there's more.

Go on.

When we get rid of

these f***ing gypsies,

the day will come

when we remember

who was on their side,

who protected them,

and we'll get rid of them too!

Traitors!

Fine, I'll pretend you didn't say that.

Because you didn't say anything

anyway. Just go home.

Please!

What if someone beat up your son?

I don't know. The less I get

involved, the better off I am.

Anyway, Othello deserves it.

Hitting a little girl, that's sick.

- Maybe it wasn't even the gypsies.

- Listen to you!

Who's that?

Who is it?

Be right down.

Mom, it's Romana.

I'm going out.

What about your dinner?

I'm not hungry.

All right, don't be late.

Wasn't he ill today?

He didn't go to school.

He said he's better now.

- Is he with that gypsy?

- Yes.

I told you that I don't want him

hanging out with her.

- I know.

- Well?

Doesn't what I say matter?

Here we go again!

Yes, until you start doing what I say.

Where are you going?

Listen to me...

I get up at four every morning

and work until eight at night.

Have I ever complained?

Have I ever said I'm tired?

- Answer me!

- I know what you're getting at.

Wait, answer me.

- Have I ever complained?

- No.

Why not?

- How do I know?

- Because you're content with it.

No, I'm not.

Sometimes I want to

just give it all up.

When that damn alarm

goes off at 3:
30,

I'd love to smash it and

go back to sleep.

Do you know how often I feel that?

A lot.

Do you know why I don't?

Because of me and Giampiero.

Right.

My wife and my son.

I do this to give my family

a nice life.

You paint, Giampiero has school.

One day he'll have a family.

So everything is just terrible!

I work to support a kid with

no friends,

he's always alone like a moron.

And his only friend is

- a gypsy girl!

- Giampiero isn't a moron,

he's a smart kid. If it wasn't

for that shitty school...

I know Giampiero isn't an idiot.

But he's strange,

everyone laughs at him.

Especially now that

he hangs out with her,

they're the couple of the year.

I've had enough.

What am I supposed to do?

Is it his fault?

- Have you ever talked to him about it?

- Let me talk!

I want him to do

what other kids do.

Like what?

Play ball, go to school, study...

But no more being weird!

We don't need weird people here,

and enough with her! Enough!

- You know what?

- What?

I should be saying "Enough".

Enough of your bullshit.

"Don't worry,

things will get better. "

I'm saying enough!

Open up.

- I'm losing my patience.

- Go away!

- Now you've really pissed me off.

- A**hole.

Look what you did!

Don't touch me!

I'll call the police!

Relax, look what you did.

- I'll have you arrested.

- Relax, calm down.

You know what?

What?

This is my house.

It's nice.

- I want to show you something.

- Okay.

I can see your house

from this window.

Every time I look out,

you're always looking down here.

But I'm not...

I'm looking at the field.

No...

You're looking here

because you know I'm here.

- This is my mother.

- Nice to meet you.

This is my friend, Giampiero.

We do homework together.

I can tell you're a good kid.

We have to go,

I want to show him something.

Goodbye.

This is my father.

I want to show you something

I've never shown anyone.

Whose are they?

Ours. Yours too.

Here, hold him.

- Here.

- What are they for?

To eat when we get married.

- Married?

- Yes, you and I.

Don't you want to marry me?

Yes.

Then we can go away together

because I want to get out of here.

I don't want to go to school,

I don't like anyone there.

I don't want to work either.

What do you want to do?

Be a movie actress

or a soap opera book actress.

It's the same thing.

At least with that guy's money

we can remodel the store.

It's not his money, it's mine.

I earned it with my paintings.

I did it myself.

I always knew

you were a great artist.

The best.

I picked the best.

It's gone.

What's gone?

Between us.

Why?

We've changed, for the worse.

Our lives...

You don't make me laugh anymore.

Or even make me angry.

The only feeling

you bring out in me

is embarrassment.

The only thing I feel

for you and me is pity.

We're no longer happy, Alfredo.

You're engaged?

Yes, he's rich

and he'll give me a lot of things.

But he's not handsome like you.

Then why are you marrying him?

My father is making me to.

But don't be sad.

He's old and someday he'll die.

When he does, I'll get all the money

and marry you.

This is where he lives,

and this is the trailer

where he's staying.

He owns carnival rides

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