The Voice of the Moon Page #4

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could fall into your arms.

Moon, can you tell me why

there is so much pain down here?

Moon, would we be better off without you?

You are such a darling, Salvini.

I have to come down.

You look like my Isolina.

My dear friend.

He will help me take the Moon.

Agreed.

He should be applauded. I am good for nothing.

Donald Duck in a topcoat, goes 'quack-quack'

Donald Duck in a topcoat, goes 'quack-quack'

That is not him, it is a penguin!

A penguin? You moron!

Aldina...

Suzy, you tell her.

I will try.

I want to give her back his shoe.

Wait!

He has something to give to you.

I said no!

He wants to return the shoe you threw at him.!

I'll put a stop to it!

She says she wants to stop you.

She says that to amuse me. You know how she is.

Do not do that.

In it goes!

She wants me to stop!

Excuse me.

Now they send these guys that seem

so soft, inoffensive, innocent.

But you know that it will not work.

Everything leans forward,

inclines, as in a descent.

You want to say that everything is out of balance?

Not metaphorically but physically.

Don't you have a feeling of falling?

Frankly, I do not. Sit down.

She said she would make me stop.

I do not want to meddle, but she may be right.

I am prefect Gonnella.

Pleased to meet you.

You have not had a chance to meet me:

until three monhts ago, everything was bypassing my office.

I could have personally guaranteed

that nothing would have been done to you.

But these puppets

could not hold anyone,

you know what I want to say 'not one'? One!

Not one!

There!

Dad, I stopped by your place, but you were not there.

I found the doctor in a bar and now

we are going for a walk.

Will you come for breakfast to my place?

I have a meeting with a gentleman,

who is a victim of injustices and infamous schemes.

Would you come tonight?

He'll be glad to come, right?

Come with me, I will introduce you.

My compliments, Mr. Gonnella.

I see you are in great shape.

You heard them, haven't you?

No doubt?

They would have convinced anyone.

But I can see in your eyes they

did not fool you. My compliments!

I like you very much.

- Do you know each other?|- I do not know.

Let's be friends,

Take a look.

I bet they are hiding in the back.

Do you want me to check?

If you want!

There, around the corner.

Glasses, sir?

I do not see them.

There is a lot of people in the square.

I wonder.

This is classic; they are fantastic.

I will sit here.

They were dressed to each depict a certain role.

Have you noticed doctor's attitude?

A typical doctor's attitude. It could not be truer.

In reality, it is all false!

But...

your son is..

A masterpiece!

We are witnessing high art.

An archetype of a son: a platonic idea.

Pay attention:

look at that one on the bicycle, his glasses, his plastic bag,

appears as a distinguished gentleman, doesn't he?

And that one?

Who could deny he is a passer-by?

And those two there? Look how they are arguing!

Appears they have big issues.

And that one on the phone? Such warmth,

such conviction!

Just to look bussy. But that is not true!

None of these gentlemen have anything to do.

It is nothing but fiction.

It is all false!

And that is not all.

Do you swear not to get afraid?

Come...

Follow me.

'The Festival of Dumplings' was born a century ago.

In 1862, exactly 127 years ago.

It started as a protest of millers against taxes.

I give word to our colleague.

A worthy competitor.

- Why were you eliminated?|- Politics.

- I will help you win.|- You are annoying me.

That is not Miss Flour?

Here is our mayor.

Are there any invitations for the 'Festival of Dumplings'?

This is the first year that we,

the town council, are runnning the festival.

Let's skip the usual squabbles with

conservationists opposed to progress.

Mr. Headmaster?

The changes we made respect the spirit of tradition.

The 'Festival of Dumplings and Fried Dumplings'

becomes a test of preservation of cultural models

which mush coexist with other initiatives

due to certain constraints.

Ms. Donatella told me that

it would be fair to elect Ms. Bonfanti:

She is the biggest dumpling of all, she weighs 87 kilos.

And you, your Majesty, how much do you weigh?

I will not say!

They are coming!

Here are the contestants!

This glorious barge

carries our girls,

the most beautiful and ravishing

girls from every village of our region.

And among these wonderful girls, the jury will choose

the most beautiful one deserving the title:

Miss Flour 1989.

Let's cut the ribbon!

Let the most beautiful win!

Long live Miss Flour 1989!

All contestants into the bus!

I will call you!

Is Aldina here?

No, I do not see her.

I will not lose her from sight.

Rossella!

Shush, do not say anything!

Do not close it,

he is under there!

He is trapped inside.

Look who is here.

Here is someone who will turn this evening into history!

Our little village will have its own TV channel

just like big european capitals.

We are asking its founder:

What will be the name?

C.I.P.

C for Carmela, my wife.

I for Irene, my eldest daughter.

P for Patrizia, my youngest one.

I love CIP

Are you proud of your husband?

No, he could have bought a thousand animals with that money

Looking at an unfinished Universe,

he scratched his head in dissatisfaction.

Another idea was needed: and he invented|the 'Festival of Dumplings'!

Long live the 'Festival of Dumplings'!

And for this sh*t I am honouring

these bastards with my presence?!

It has been two years

since we went out together.

Go away!

We should not be seen together. We are surrounded by spies.

They want to accuse me of imorality, of adultery.

Such a sweet song!

I played it on a violin.

Three years in a concentration camp,

he now eats for all who died of hunger.

And here we are

at the pinnacle of the evening:

the election of Miss Flour 89!

The Queen and King Dumpling

will help the jury and Mr. President

in a tougher-than-ever

selection from among

twelve astonishing contestants.

Here they are, coming

onto the platform.

Enough, now!

The last vote. The game is over.

The envelope is sealed. We are there!

Do not fear, I will stay at a distance.

I am also a bit moved.

The name of the winner is inside here.

Here, Mr. President.

- This was rigged.|- I had fun nevertheless.

Unanimously, Miss Flour 1989 is

Miss Aldina Ferruzzi!

Thank you for winning. I will decorate you

with your winning ribbon.

You are bothering me, I got it crooked now.

Bravo Aldina!

It was all known!

But who else if not her?

You who did not believe it!

Open!

This is Rossella!

Someone is trapped under there!

He will open it!

You, a hand!

What are you doing down there? Is there anyone else there?

No, just me.

What a stench!

Rossella,

can you hear me? It was time!

The Miss is here, she is pretty.

But no, no!

What rhythm, eh?

I am leaving.

They are better than last year,

when potatos were too mushy.

I will taste it too.

- Can I?|- Too hot.

A little more sauce.

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