Via Margutta Page #2

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They want to buy your paintings.

- My paintings?

This isn't a joke?

- No, it's true!

Come on kid, let's go!

Time to sell some paintings!

Let's make some money!

Do you have a place to stay tonight?

Gio', stop it with that leg of yours.

- Want to come to mine?

Tonight I haven't been drinking.

- I have 2 bottles from the other night.

Remember?

- Right.

What don't you have?

A rich father, a car...

the satisfaction of

pretending to be poor...

You have everything.

Stop it with that leg of yours!

- What's gotten into you?

I'm annoyed!

And I don't care who knows it!

I've seen you before, you know.

You look a lot like James Dean.

Has anyone ever told you that?

- No.

But you're glad to hear it.

- No.

"But I'll always have you in my dreams..."

- Donata!

"You course through my veins..."

- What are you doing?

"And I feel a blue shiver..."

- Come on, stop!

"Where you're going, I don't..."

Excuse me, Sir!

Do you have a light, please?

- With pleasure.

And your cigarette? - If you have

a lighter, you must have one, too.

Certainly.

Don't worry, I'll give her one.

- Sorry, who do you think you are?

I'm her father.

- Ah, please excuse me.

Say, will this last much longer?

It's not funny, you know.

- Who said it should be funny?

What do you want from me?

I've been coming and going for 2 years...

and then tonight he shows up!

I feel like walking, okay?

And singing, if I want to.

And to chat up whoever I want, okay?

Donata, I've never seen you like this.

You should get used to it,

there's not much time left.

I'm going home, Stefano.

I'm leaving, I'm out of here!

You?

- Yes, me.

What am I doing in Via Margutta?

When I got here, it was like paradise.

"Be an actress, a model!"

"Come here, come there,

I'll photograph you!"

"I'll dress you, undress you..."

They're very good at that.

It's your own fault if you didn't

know how to defend yourself.

My fault? Me, who...

This is a big deal! And you're

telling me that? You, the first...

Do you know how many weeks

I lived off bread and aspirin...

while you and your friends

were talking about Picasso?

First you eat, then you defend yourself!

I apologise.

- Apologise, for what?

I'm going home and that's that.

Painting, abstracts, glory.

Oh, me!

I'd give the Sistine Chapel for

an electric stove, you know?

But the idea of growing old alone

bothers me, it scares me.

And anyway, it's my business.

I've decided and that's that!

And since I'm happy, I want to sing!

"Who you are, I don't know..."

I like it when you act crazy,

you remind me of Marta.

"I'll always have you in my dreams..."

- And I like seeing you like this.

Like the first time I

came to Via Margutta.

"You course through my veins..."

- You were hanging clothes outside...

and I stopped half-way up the stairs.

- "And I feel a blue shiver..."

You looked like one of those angels

on the ceiling of the San Giovanni.

Don't cry, Donata.

- Go away!

We've made many mistakes but

there's still time to work it out.

No, when someone loses sight of

things here in Rome, it's over.

At your age? I'm happy to wait

another 20 years...

to get what I want.

- Right, then we'll be 40...

and still here, doing what?

Doing what? Tell me!

- Tell her, go on!

Tell her, then perhaps we'll

hear the end of this whining!

Well, what's it to you?

- Let it go, Donata.

One can't even sit down and

read in peace around here!

Read what?!

Reading in the dark, he is!

- Donata, cut it out!

I know him, he just hates

hearing a woman's voice!

That's the truth!

- Are you finished?

You don't want me to kiss you anymore?

I wish there wasn't

so much time between each.

This way.

- Thank you.

Bitte!

- Thank you.

Excuse me!

- Come in, please!

Go here, please.

Sit down.

Of course we'll drink, we'll all drink!

Yes, drink, drink!

- Danke!

Danke again!

See? This is them.

30 years ago they were hot!

They were ballerinas?

- Of course, artists.

You were artists, too,

- "At the White Horse"!

"Sigismund the most elegant and jolly..."

I know that one, too!

You're very good!

You're very kind,

but I don't feel well this evening...

Sit down a minute, please!

Giosu, come!

- Yes!

Excuse me.

When I say go, you put on disc, okay?

Of course, little one!

- Greta!

You wait, we go get money!

Yes, hurry back!

Wait!

- Cute!

They're crazy, these girls.

- Giosu, why don't we go?

Because they still haven't paid us!

- Then you don't understand a thing!

They don't care about our paintings.

- Why, because you think...

No?

- That's impossible!

Of course not, what are you thinking?

Two women of quality

with two guys like us?

No, Marco, I trust them so I'm waiting.

Then we'll wait.

Did you see the ring she had on

her finger? It looked like a ball!

Her finger looked like a ball, too.

- What do I care about her finger?

Just think:
a couple of two-bit

pre-show girls marry an old guy...

they bury him and thats that!

A big hotel and 30,000 lire a day.

Private apartment, fireplace.

Look!

Flowers, how I love the smell of money!

Giosu!

Ready?

- As we'll ever be!

Turn on the disc!

- Let's turn it on.

What are these women up to?

Oh, my God!

Giosu, I feel sick.

Right now?

- It's not my fault.

Deep breaths, come on!

Better?

- No, worse!

I feel...

- You can't be sick while they're singing!

I'll be sick when I like!

- No, not here!

Oh God, she'll lose a leg like that!

Poor thing!

Where are you going?

Leave me alone!

- Marco!

Marco, you're leaving me here alone?

I'm sick, I'm going home.

And the money from the paintings?

- Collect it for me!

How can I? There's two of them!

- You'll manage!

At least send someone else!

- I'm sick, goodnight!

This damn guy...

Good-for-nothing!

Parasite!

Sick when it's convenient...

Now what am I supposed to do?

Look what an artist has to do

just to sell 2 paintings!

Giosu!

- Bitte!

Marco!

- Hi.

Have you ever eaten this?

- Once or twice.

I don't like it, but Christic says

it's great for breakfast!

Well!

Crazy woman!

Christic!

You sleep too much, my boy!

Wake up, there's...

Christic!

Christic!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Are you serious?

Help! They robbed me, help!

Oh God, they robbed me!

Marco! Marco!

Marco, oh God!

- What's going on?

Marta, what happened?

He left, and stole 70,000 lire...

and two new sweaters!

- What happened?

Marta, I always told you that

his face was no good.

But this obsession

you have for foreigners...

I like foreigners, so what?

Then be glad that you found one!

- Come on, Marta, don't cry.

What am I supposed to do, laugh?

It would be nice if I could

leave them for once!

But no, they always leave me!

I always told you: as soon as

you meet them, take their passport!

Yeah, yeah, I know!

But don't tell me anything else,

otherwise I'm leaving!

Do you have a cigarette?

- Yes, Marta.

I'm sorry, but if one can't

take advantage of friends...

to have a good cry in company...

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