The First Beautiful Thing Page #2

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- Shut up.

- Bruno hit me!

I barely touched her.

You forgot your shoes!

Come here.

- She's a dummy, it's hopeless.

- Bruno called me a dummy!

Behave, kids.

Let's go surprise grandma and auntie.

The three of us will sleep together.

You'll have fun with mom!

I picked up a guitar

And I play for you

It's time to learn

I know I can't play

But I play for you

Do you hear this voice?

The first beautiful thing

I got from life

Is your young smile, is you...

Slippers, in this weather?

- Mom made us hurry.

- But I put on my shoes.

Shhh, grandma's asleep.

You're crazy!

Walking around with two kids

at this hour!

He went nuts, he pulled my hair.

You probably drove him nuts!

I knew it would happen.

Don't you start!

You show up and expect people

not to judge you!

Have some candy,

then the three of us will get in bed.

- Where'll I sleep?

- On the couch, is that a problem?

What color candy do you want?

We have white, pink, blue...

- Let's go, kids.

- What? Where are you going?

- Anywhere, but not here.

- Leave the kids here.

- My kids will come with me.

- You'll be sorry!

Sure. Goodbye.

- It's so nice!

- This is the only double I have.

- Thanks, this is fine.

- I should hope so!

- Mom, we even have flowers!

- They're plastic.

But they're cute.

And we have a sink too!

Time for bed now. It's very late.

- Where'll I sleep?

- Help me push the beds together.

One, two...

Look, we have Jesus too!

- Shall I say my prayers?

- Yes, before going to sleep.

But I have to take a big poop.

Gross!

A big poop?

You have to take a big poop?

I want to go alone.

Okay, honey. I'll wait here.

Mom, are you there?

Yes, honey.

Listen to that rain!

You can't sleep,

Your mind wanders,

you get sad,

and you get pissed off.

- May I?

- Sorry, it's occupied.

- Honey?

- Just a sec.

- Just a sec.

- Take your time.

Want a menthol cigarette?

Sure.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

I was right,

I thought I recognized you!

This summer, at Miss Pancaldi.

You were the prettiest mom.

I was one of the judges.

Sure, you write for the "Telegraph".

Roberto Lenzi.

I report on culture and lifestyle.

But especially entertainment.

Gosh, that must be interesting.

It was at first,

then it got boring.

Naturally I won't ask

what you're doing in a hotel.

We're human, life happens.

Never mind.

- Mom, I did a big one!

- Good girl.

- Flush the toilet.

- I'll do it.

Baby poop is Jesus' poop!

Good night.

You know, you look just like

Ava Gardner when you smile?

You mean Walter Chiari's lover?

You're kidding,

Ava Gardner is gorgeous and elegant.

No, I mean it.

- Mom's smoking.

- Shut up, dummy.

You'd be perfect for the movies.

Me? You're pulling my leg.

No. I wonder if my friend

Augusto Paoletti would agree.

- You know Count Paoletti?

- He has that big villa...

Yes, but he spends his summers

in Castiglioncello.

He's chummy with the stars,

Mastroianni, Sordi, Paolo Panelli...

- Excuse me.

- Goodnight, Doris.

That reminds me:

This summer, maestro Dino Risi

will be shooting his new film

right in Castiglioncello.

Maybe you heard...

- What, you're smoking?

- Just a few puffs.

Mr. Lenzi, you're very kind, but I don't

have time for these things right now.

- As you wish, ma'am.

- Excuse me.

I don't think I'm cut out

for the movies.

- Goodnight.

- Come on, honey.

I can't hear a thing!

Does this thing work?

Giada, can you take a look?

- It doesn't work.

- No? All right, we'll manage.

Here he is, our savior from Milan!

No knobs, it's all modern!

Move over, you're blocking our view!

I was just trying to help.

Sorry.

Are you her son? The professor?

Your mom's quite a woman!

If I were 20 years younger

and had a few more weeks to live...

Hush up, Ennio.

Don't make it worse,

we can barely hear as it is.

Why are you here?

I'm not dying, you know.

Good, then I can leave.

I never liked that guy, Carmine.

But that Cristian

is much more handsome.

I think he and Paola

will get back together.

Maybe.

What are you wearing?

You never knew how to dress.

Look at that hair!

You don't have much left.

All right, give me a kiss.

You're still handsome!

You smell, though.

I bet you didn't even

wash your face this morning!

- Mom, please.

- I'm wiping off my lipstick.

- I'll do it myself.

- Sourpuss!

What's so funny?

She went through 10 chemo cycles,

but that's it. It's useless now.

All we can do is help her

through the last stages.

- Are you listening?

- She doesn't look like she's dying.

Anna's an amazing woman.

I've never seen such a cheerful

and lively terminal patient.

- Isn't she always sedated...

- Be quiet and listen.

We give her strong opioids

and rehydration.

She sleeps a lot,

but when she wakes up...

Unfortunately,

her clinical condition is what it is.

Don't mind me,

I know I'm an idiot for smoking.

It was in your pocket!

Excuse me, Doctor...

Sorry, do you mind?

I'd like to speak to him in private.

Are there any prescription drugs

to fill that sense of emptiness

and sadness?

Something like those opioids...

Have you tried taking a nice swim?

I have to get back to work.

- Bye Valeria! See you.

- Goodbye.

- Hello.

- Come meet the Countess.

And that godforsaken place

in the Tofane...

Lady Maria Grazia, my regards.

This is my dear friend, Anna.

A true pleasure.

What a beautiful home.

This party is truly wonderful.

Really? I find it a bit dull.

- Parties aren't much fun anymore.

- So true.

- Of course, nowadays...

- Mom!

Sandrine is busting my chops!

She shut off the record player!

Would you tell her to f*** off, please?

Don't be so clingy.

Sandrine, let her do

as she pleases. Don't bug me!

A kiss and then leave me alone,

or else I'll get a headache.

See? Don't bust my chops,

do as I say.

- What a character!

- She's a doll!

Excuse me

while I say hello to Count Augusto.

My regards.

- I bumbled. My regards again.

- She bumbled...

The pimp found him another whore.

Now isn't this better

than the Communist Party festival!

Roberto! Who invited you?

Good evening, Augusto.

He's a joker...

- This is Anna.

- Anna Nigiotti, my pleasure.

- We know each other.

- Do we? No.

Last year in the Tofane.

I picked up the snow shoe you lost.

You were wearing a white outfit.

- You're mistaken.

- Never been to Cortina?

No.

Then I'll have to take you.

What a grand idea,

Augusto has a gorgeous chalet!

I won't take you, though.

The Count's been talking

to that lady all night!

- She's hot, but she looks like a ditz.

- Want some, kids?

She's a sly one, if you ask me.

I hear her husband threw her out.

Sure, with all that two-timing!

Ask the Countess about two-timing...

She knows a thing or two!

Would you gossips shut up?

Excuse me, pardon me.

Sorry.

Here's some dessert,

chocolate and whipped cream.

It's a great party,

too bad you can't see it.

The Count's a gentleman.

Not hungry?

I don't want any. Can we leave now?

Valeria's tired.

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