The First Beautiful Thing Page #8

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Why do you hate it so much?

You can smell the sea.

- My sister Valeria.

- We finally meet!

If it were up to him...

Like hell he'd introduce me

to his girlfriend.

Don't use that word,

he'll have a heart attack.

Hold on...

you know, you're very pretty.

Thanks, you're beautiful,

he didn't tell me!

He only sees the ugly side of life.

That's how he is, he doesn't talk...

- How can you stand him?

- Who knows. I adore him.

- Are you done?

- Here we go!

Livorno's good for you!

Easy, you pigs,

or we won't have enough!

- Kids, behave.

- They touch the snacks, I'll kill 'em.

- Giancarlo.

- Excuse me.

I ordered three trays of snacks

and only two arrived.

Where are the croissants?

What'll we do now, idiots?

Calm down, Loriano.

Have a seat.

- Hush up, I've been to the bathroom

three times already. - Good.

- Come in, sir.

- He's here already!

Hope parking wasn't a problem.

If you get a fine, I'll handle it.

- Actually, I have a chauffeur.

- Of course, I was kidding!

Barbacci, Municipal police.

This is Loriano Nesi...

The groom! Congratulations.

- My plea-sure, your Ex-cell-ence.

- He's nervous.

- The doorbell!

- I'll get it.

I'm sorry, Your Honor, we had a serious

issue with the croissants.

The buffet's in there.

Cristiano, come in.

- May I?

- Of course. Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

This is Chiara, my girlfriend.

Someone else wanted to come...

my mother.

Bruno, how are you?

Do you remember me?

- Of course. The buffet's in there.

- May we?

Thank you. You've taken

a huge weight off my chest.

The buffet's in there.

- Oh yes, of course. Thanks again.

- The bride is ready!

You look

like a ticket inspector!

The deputy Mayor is here,

Mr. Caciagli.

- How kind.

- My pleasure.

- Let's hurry, where's Bruno?

- Here I am.

- Cristiano!

- Mrs. Anna...

My darling, come here.

Let me take a look at you!

My goodness, you're so handsome.

You looked good with long hair too

when you were in college.

- Thanks.

- This must be your girlfriend.

- Yes, Chiara.

- So pretty. When will you get married?

- Dunno...

- Don't be like Bruno...

He's got the perfect girl

and he's still dragging his feet!

Mrs. Giuliana, you came too?

My goodness, Anna!

Let's begin.

Come on, Loriano, stand there

or we'll never get started.

- Are the witnesses here?

- Yes.

Good, let the ceremony begin.

Are you, Loredano Nesi,

AKA Loriano?

Loredano, huh?

Are you Anna Nigiotti?

In compliance with standard laws...

I will read the Civil Code clauses

on matrimony.

Spouses

acquire the same rights

and assume the same duties.

Marriage requires fidelity,

moral and material assistance,

and collaboration in handling

the family and mutual home.

Marriage requires

the husband and wife

to maintain, instruct,

and educate offspring

keeping in mind the abilities

and aspirations of their children.

Though these kids

are all grown up...

Loredano, AKA Loriano Nesi,

do you take Anna Nigiotti

to be your wedded wife?

I do.

- What was that?

- He said "I do".

Luckily!

Anna Nigiotti,

do you take Loredano Nesi

as your husband?

If I'd known his name was Loredano...

It's too late now, it's fine.

- Did the witnesses hear?

- Yes.

In the name of the law, I pronounce

Loredano AKA Loriano Nesi

and Anna Nigiotti, man and wife.

Traditionally,

you would exchange rings now.

- Go on.

- I knew it...

Relax, Loredano.

It's all set.

You may now kiss the bride.

Came into the world feet first...

Milan's a beautiful city,

but parking is a huge problem.

The lack of parking spaces

is an issue in Livorno too.

Even if it's a smaller city,

it's not an easy problem to solve.

The neighborhoods are crammed with cars.

Right, Attorney?

If the City makes residents pay

for parking, they get upset.

- The squares can't be used.

- Enough, Sergio.

It's awesome

when the lead singer does it.

Why don't you sing in English,

use some of the great poets.

Dylan Thomas,

even Shakespeare...

Uncle Bruno, your lyrics are amazing.

Why'd you stop writing?

- You wrote, Bruno?

- When I was a kid...

Why don't you and Sandra

come stay in Livorno?

- Cool, we'd get to know each other.

- Maybe... in the future.

They could build an underground lot

in Piazza Mazzini, for instance.

Can you get the trays in there?

- Eco-friendly incentives are key...

- Get the door.

- We'll continue when I get back.

- All right.

- Sorry about him.

- Why? He's nice.

I'll get it.

My man, Bruno! What a day!

Good evening.

Excuse me, I heard

there was a celebration for Anna...

It's all done,

my mother-in-law's resting now.

- Can I say hello to Valeria?

- Hi, come in!

- Valeria's in the kitchen.

- Thanks.

Valeria, your boss is here.

- Good evening, I brought these.

- Nice.

- They're for your mom.

- I thought so.

- Want some coffee?

- Yes, thanks.

Hello.

- Thanks. How are you?

- How do you think I am?

- Evening.

- Nice to meet you, I'm the son...

I mean the brother...

Well, the son of...

- No problem. - My sister Chiara...

I mean my girlfriend!

Sorry, my head's spinning today.

Bruno, she wants you two.

She's too worked up,

I had to up the sedative.

Take this off, would you?

I don't need it anymore...

Lift up your head.

- Thanks.

- Give it to me.

I heard some singing.

- It was Sergio.

- Shall we sing a bit, kids?

Come on...

How did that one we liked go?

Do you hear this voice?

It's my heart singing

Together, Bruno.

Love, love, love

That's all I know how to say

And you'll understand me

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

Sing!

The first beautiful thing

I got from life

Is your young smile, is you

A star amidst the trees

Night has lifted

My heart falls deeper in love

Deeper in love

That's enough now, mom.

Don't tire yourself out,

get some rest.

My head is spinning... but it's nice!

Get some sleep, mom.

- What's so funny?

- I just thought of Lenzi.

- Lenzi?

- He was so ridiculous!

I don't remember him.

Lenzi, the guy with the toupee.

Once, on the Terrazza Mascagni

it flew off into the sea!

- How about that Fascist?

- Count Augusto Paoletti.

- Augusto Paoletti...

- Did he die?

He dove into an empty pool. Head-first.

A tragicomic ending...

- And Mansani? What a drag!

- But he was kind.

When we left,

he was so sad he closed the store.

Poor thing!

He was in love, mom.

They were all in love with you.

Not Cenerini.

- That time I fooled myself.

- Not if you ask me...

No, he only had eyes for his wife.

Beautiful woman, did you see her?

You're more beautiful, mom.

But the best of all...

was your father.

A lot of hitting and screaming

but a lot of love, too. Too much.

That damn photo drove him crazy,

poor thing.

- What photo?

- It's in that drawer.

Get it.

See?

That stupid photographer

put it in his window.

Dad passed by

and heard people talking.

You know how people can be...

Especially in Livorno.

- What do you have against Livorno?

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