The Walls of Malapaga Page #2

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- Yes.

Now it's over.

Everything went fine.

So, what do you want?

Listen...

...Do you have a nice steak?

If everybody minded their own business,

it would be better for everyone.

Take it easy. I don't want

a fuss in my establishment.

- Do what you want.

- I'll call the police.

So called them. I'm

square with the police.

And you know it.

I told you I don't want to see you.

By the law, you're still my wife.

Either you come back or I'll

find a way to get Cecchina back.

No.

You'll never see her anymore.

I work day and night so my

daughter don't need you anymore.

I'm happy to play the

maid. Even the slave.

But I don't want her

to know how we lived.

Weve live in poverty, in that bar.

Go, go. Go away.

Let me work. It's better for you.

You're right. There's

too many people around.

- But we'll meet again...

- Coward!

Go away.

Go before I loose my temper.

Remember this. Do you got it?

Say... This won't stop

my eating, will it?

- Jerk!

- Marta, Marta... Someone is calling you.

I'll be there.

This doesn't finish here.

Sooner or later I'll hit you.

Some ugly words!

Salute!

For those who've got

nothing to eat. For the poor.

- And dissert, when will you bring it?

- I'll bring it, lady.

- Ah, finally we're talking about eating

- Sorry.

For those who've got

nothing to eat. For the poor.

Here you are. So?

- I asked for a nice steak.

- Steak?

- Yes. I lost a tooth for that.

- And you don't come to Italy just for that.

And why do you come?

Oh, for the pretty things,

like music, for example.

Hmm... The music, the woman...

For those who've got

nothing to eat. For the poor.

- I ain't got the spirit anymore.

- Your intention is enough.

I neither have the intention.

- So, a steak.

- We don't have meat today, sir.

- Spaghetti?

- Oh... Right.

A Spaghetti.

- And lots of butter.

- Ok.

Half a gallon of wine.

For those who've got

nothing to eat. For the poor.

- That liquor over there... Is it...

- Brandy?

No.. The...

- Yeah, "The sea".

- Yes, yes... "The sea".

I want...

Bring two of them.

Two?

- Oh, no... Thanks.

- Why? Can't I, maybe...?

Sure.

I got confused.

- Well, bring me the bill.

- Yes.

So... A Spaghetti, a fish...

- Yes.

- Two drinks, the fruit... And a gallon...

- Three gallons.

- No, two and a half.

- Well, it's 1.250 liras.

- 250?

- Hmm, no... 1.250.

- It's all the same. Bring me your boss.

- You can pay me.

- I ain't got any money.

Yes, yes. That's it.

But if you haven't any money,

you can't eat in a restaurant.

- It's fair, That's why I called the boss.

- And if he calls the police?

Until he gets here,

I won't know it.

- You took advantage of me.

- Do I look like someone who does this?

So why did you came?

Because I was hungry.

Because someone stole my

wallet and gave me false money.

- And the police...

- False money, let me see it.

- Oh, they are false, no doubt about it.

- Let's see...

If it amuses you.

They are real.

- I don't like this games.

- Oh...

Hey! Hey!

- 1.250... A big eater.

- Yes.

- How much?

-1.250.

Hum.

- What are you doing here?

- Did Pierre eat?

- Who is Pierre?

- The French, I was his guide.

- What are you talking about?

- He got robbed.

- And had to extract a tooth.

- Go to bed now... go.

Bye, mother.

- Keep it.

- Service is included.

I don't know what to do with it.

- It's your money.

- I don't need it, I told you.

A flower?

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Oh, no it's too much.

- Too much?

So flowers for

everybody... First, here.

One for the cook... One

for the lady, here you are.

- Can I get it, mother?

- Yes.

- Take it.

- Thank you, you're very kind.

- For the boss.

- Man don't receive flowers.

- And one for the granny.

- Thanks.

- No thanks. I want everybody beautiful.

- But is too much...

This is my funeral.

- Wait, have another drink.

- Goodnight and don't worry.

When the owner offers you a

drink, you have to take it.

There is no reason to be angry.

- No there isn't.

- Then stay a while.

Alright.

Thank you... Good night.

Good luck. Good luck to you all.

- A branch of flowers?

- No.

A branch of flowers for the

woman you're waiting for.

I'm not expecting any woman.

Another glass.

- No.

- Don't you like it?

No, no thanks. It's enough.

- You're weak for liquor, aren't you?

- He has already drunk some liquor.

For a woman with a lot of

problems, you don't look so sad.

Oh, problems, I think

about them tomorrow.

Great idea.

And you sir, tomorrow?

Who knows?

Will you return to the ship?

Yes, to the ship.

To where?

- Depends.

- Depends on the Captain?

- No, on this trip, I'm in command.

- I think I want to know more.

- He's right, You better drink.

- No, it makes me dizzy.

- I'm old.

- Old, you said?

- That's why you don't want to drink.

- C'mon... Old...

I never had any problems with aging.

Anyway, I never liked younger women.

- Can I go?

- Yes.

- Thank you for the wine.

- Good night.

My daughter is alone.

I'll be going too. Thanks for the wine.

- You're welcome.

Marta! Joana! What is this? You've

got too false bills. Are you crazy?

- I will fire both of you!

- So fire us! It's all your fault...

...You're always looking at the women.

- Me?

- Hmm... But He think he's young.

- Shut up, don't start it...

Yes I will. If it weren't

for me, we would be doomed.

Ho.. Ho... I would like to see

you alone with all those clients.

Ah, let's see.

- Don't be angry with me.

- Why should I?

Don't think about it.

- I've got go.

- Go.

- Goodbye Pierre.

- How did you know my name?

- Cecchina told me.

- Oh! Goodbye, Marta.

- Do you know my name?

- Well, all the clients know.

Leave me alone. You jerk!

- B*tch! B*tch!

- Mamma!

Hey.. Are you crazy?

You're gonna hurt her...

You'll get in trouble, one

of these days, believe me.

- Now go.

- I'll not accept this, you'll see.

C'mon! Go away.

- Do you wanna fight?

- What? Go!

Did he hurt you?

Come, I walk with you.

When you marry someone, things aren't

quite the same when it's over.

With him, it got very

bad. Those things happen...

Yeah, they do.

We suffer a lot in this life, but

we never get used to some of them.

I hate him.

But why I'm telling you all

this? I never told anyone.

Some times It's good to get

the things out of your chest.

It has been a few hours since I've

met you, but it doesn't feel that way.

- Are you unhappy too?

- I've never been happy.

And all the same,

you don't give up.

But I don't care anymore... I work.

Yes. Hard work makes you forget.

Do like the others: The harder

the life, the harder we get.

And life is specially hard today...

The place I live, it's all ruin.

- The war?

- Yes.

Some people can't do anything. Others

manage to stand up and begin again.

And life goes this

way. Little by little.

But always beginning from scratch.

It's the story of our lives.

And if by any chance you manage to

live, you're already dead, inside.

Yes... That's it.

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