The First Beautiful Thing Page #3

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- No, not any more.

- Just a few more minutes, behave.

We'll say goodbye and go.

Sorry, I hope they haven't been

a bother.

What did I tell you? Idiots!

The journalist brought them in,

I thought they were his kids.

- Can I eat yours too?

- No.

- No thanks.

- Come on!

No one cooks like Valeria!

Light but delicious.

- Wonderful.

- Thanks.

Knock it off, Sergio,

we're about to eat.

Not to mention the wiring

in the stairwell must be redone.

- It's on hold for now.

- Eat up, you can tell him later.

I want him to know

we spent lots of money and time

on your mom's house!

- We did it gladly, of course.

- I can chip in...

- No worries.

- Honey, you make light of everything.

But that house needs

to be brought up to code,

can you believe it still has

pre-war ceramic resistors?

Today's building codes

require certain safety measures.

Let me show you something.

I have the minutes from the last

homeowners' board meeting.

- I'll read it, tell me if I'm right.

- I made peas too.

Grandma let me read

the poems you wrote.

Grandma let me read

the poems you wrote.

- Why?

- The wiring should be PVC.

I wanted to use a few

as lyrics for my band.

I like the one that says:

"Came into the world feet first".

- How does the rest go?

- Dunno, I can't remember.

Non-stop housing board meetings.

Your...

Your band... do you guys smoke?

No worries, Uncle Bruno,

we're against drugs.

Oh, good for you.

You've got to read those minutes.

Plus the fumes from the kitchen...

And that lady on the second floor

with the poodle that barks all night.

There was a big fight the other day,

luckily I intervened.

I'd gladly come with you but I don't

want to keep my colleague...

- No problem, Giancarlo.

- Goodnight.

My brother-in-law's the best!

Look what they've done

to Anna's photo.

These poor plants...

Dying of thirst, as always.

I'll water you,

I'm the only one who ever does.

Me and me alone.

Valeria told me

you were leaving right away.

- All the better.

- Get some sleep, it's 11:00.

- There's a bit of a mess now...

- What do you need to show me?

Since my mom died,

I've had to take over.

Look, this is all your stuff.

Your mom had it piled up in drawers,

but I'm sorting it out.

If I don't, who will? Nobody.

Look what else she saved!

- You were good.

- I cheated.

All of your poems.

- I have to say, they're not bad.

- I'll put these back.

Here you go.

Your mom was so proud of you,

nowadays she's happy to say

her son teaches at a high school.

It's a vocational school.

She doesn't want people

to know you never call.

And now...

Now I'll show you the album

I just put together.

Where is it?

I spoke too soon.

I need to tidy up in here...

Where is it?

Here it is.

What are you peeking at?

Put those back.

All that was left of these

were negatives,

so I scanned them and printed them.

They're lovely. What are they?

Great. I'll look at them tomorrow.

I'm dead tired, I'm going to bed.

- Do you have any sleeping pills?

- I'll make you some chamomile.

- Chamomile? How about some alcohol?

- No...

But I may be wrong,

because my poor mom used to drink...

Disgusting.

"Assignment:
Describe your home.

Composition:

My home is on Via delle Navi,

but now that mom

is a movie star,

we live in Castiglioncello

in a villa,

but our house is smaller,

it's called a "guesthouse".

It's cute,

like the seven dwarves' home.

But it isn't not ours,

it belongs to a male friend of mom's.

Don't include that.

- Plus I'm an extra, not a movie star.

- I'll erase it later.

"Sometimes we go to work with her,

sometimes we don't,

then Bruno and I go to the beach

and Bruno fishes for crabs

while I watch."

- Don't put me in it either.

- Geez, I have to erase it all!

I have to go film the scene

in the pine forest.

No swimming at the beach,

the water's freezing.

I made you an omelet.

Zip me up.

If you need anything, call me.

I'll bring my slippers too!

You wouldn't think so,

but being an extra is exhausting.

Ready, rolling, action...

over and over again, who knows why!

Don't get into trouble.

If you're in the garden don't touch

anything and don't raise your voices.

What's the big deal?

Let them have fun!

They can do as they please.

Let's see those muscles, little man!

- Rock hard! Bravo.

- Sit up straight.

Come on, Ava Gardner, or the production

manager will get on my case!

- Hasta la vista, muchachos!

- Hasta la vista!

Shut up, you dummy.

- Are they kissing?

- No way, are you nuts?

Sandra, telling you about my mom

wouldn't have changed a thing.

How is she? Not too well, they say.

You're coming? Don't come!

I'll be back soon.

I'll keep you posted. Bye.

Bruno?

Luciano Vallesi,

the owner of this pathetic company here.

Our job is to find jobs,

that's the way it goes!

So you're an artist? Lucky you!

Milan must be full of p*ssy!

Cocktails, gallery openings,

fashion shows...

Even the ugliest hag

is a Dolce & Gabbana model.

- I was just kidding.

- Sure.

I have to admit, I'm rather crude.

Plus, my wife and I just separated.

After 10 years of house arrest

I'm an animal!

You're always bothering people.

I know, I was just chatting

with your brother.

The call center won't hire

ex-Delphi employees. Will you handle it?

- When will you be back?

- When I'm done.

- If you need a ride...

- I have a scooter, don't I?

- Come on, Bruno!

- You're always right.

What a woman.

- Who's that weirdo?

- My boss, a total idiot.

Let me drive,

All I need is a crash in Livorno.

Together on the scooter, how cute!

Yes, Loriano?

- Oh my God!

- What?

Loriano!

They've looked everywhere!

In the attic, in the pine forest... not

a trace! She was antsy last night.

She took a few extra pain killers

and woke up early this morning.

- Impossible!

- She isn't outside or downstairs.

She went out in her nightgown?

Her jacket, dress, and purse

are gone. She's nuts.

Bruno!

- Don't bug me.

- They're fighting.

- Who?

- Mom and that man. He's yelling.

Hurry!

- Why, what did I do?

- Lower your voice.

What do my kids have to do with it?

Why are you treating me like this?

What did I do?

- Get out!

- Ouch!

My darlings!

What are you doing outside?

It's chilly, get inside.

Come here, sweetheart.

I have some boxed lunches from the set,

full of treats:

First course, second course,

side dish, fruit...

Even dessert!

I'm starving, how about you?

Today was tough.

There was a big camera on tracks.

I had to carry a tray,

being careful not to trip,

without looking down.

Mr. Risi said I did good

and gave me a line to say tomorrow.

If you were good, why did that man

get mad and hit you?

He didn't hit me.

Help me study my line

or they'll get really mad.

It's underlined.

There it is.

- You're the waitress?

- Yes, and Mastroianni's Father Marco.

A priest who falls in love

with Sophia Loren, or vice versa.

I'm not sure because we extras

don't know the plot.

So I say:

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