Via Margutta Page #5

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Oh, God!

- Come, Donata.

No, Stefano, take me away.

I don't want to see the others.

Come on, quicker!

Enough, stop!

What's going on, Dad?

Is something wrong?

Get out of here, you crooks!

I opened my house and my heart...

I treated you like my own children,

and all you do is take advantage...

The barn is on fire!

What's on fire?

Fire, fire!

The horses!

Stop them!

- Fire!

Mariangela, what were you doing?

Look where Mariangela is!

Come on!

This is like a scene from the

time of all the displaced people.

First Giosu leaves, now you and Donata.

But why, why do you feel the need?

- Because time passes, Marta.

And we continue to act like kids.

- Here you go.

We've been here for five years...

and not one of us has

become a real artist.

Look at Monachesi, Guttuso...

We're here, and they've no idea we exist.

They've never seen us.

It's not moving house that's

going to make you good, is it?

Perhaps, Marco, but I don't

want to be a failure.

Thanks for the compliment!

But good luck all the same.

- Thanks.

Bye Stefano, good luck.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye, traitor.

Give me a kiss.

Bye.

- Bye.

Stefano!

You're leaving without saying goodbye?

- I'd have called you, Pippo, but...

I approve.

They were only distracting you,

it's not the right setting for you.

Where are you moving to?

Donata found two rooms in Monteverde.

Well, come and see me sometime.

Yes, I'll call you soon, okay?

Bye.

- Bye.

Stefano is conceited,

that's his downfall.

No, it's not conceit,

it's a lack of talent.

And anyway, let's be honest,

he wasn't even fun to be around.

Marco, now you're being mean.

- Are you Marco Belli, the painter?

Who's asking?

- Come with us.

Come with you where?

- You can ask the Marshall.

The police?

This must be a mistake!

Come on, get in.

- Are you crazy?

Marta, Bill, help me!

Do something!

What's going on, Bill?

- I'll go and ask.

What do you mean, calm down!

This is embarrassing!

Calm down, Marco,

your friends won't abandon you.

Good idea, you can come too.

- What are you doing?

It's nothing to do with me,

you're making a mistake!

What have you done, idiot?

- Me? Nothing!

I don't even know this man!

I'm an American citizen!

Stop the car, listen!

Well, will you tell me what's going on?

Are we taking him to the Marshall?

- No, first to identification.

Identification?

- Quiet!

Go on!

- But I...

- Bill!

- Marco, I've no idea.

Come on, in you go.

Is this him?

- Yes, Marco, my darling!

Marisa!

- Thank you, Miss.

Let's go and see the Marshall.

- What do you mean, Marshall?

Enough talking, move!

- Just a minute!

What will they do to him now'

- Nothing, they'll question him.

Yes, they'll question him.

And if they think that he did it,

they'll even throw him in jail.

And it'll suit him just fine!

- Oh, God!

Marisa, he's not even that handsome.

He seems like a blockhead. - No!

It would be better if you left...

that's enough of that talk.

Did you know, Sister, that this

poor thing could have died?

Yes, but she stopped at the third pill.

They often do, thank the Lord.

Enough! Now let's go, she needs her rest.

Alright.

Bye, Marisa.

- Bye.

I'll come and see you.

All your stuff is in the suitcase...

there's your night gown...

Oh, hold on a minute!

Your face powder, even some sweets!

Let's go, let's go.

If he asks you to marry him,

let him sweat! - Enough!

Let him sweat!

- Enough!

I can't stand her, Marshall!

I didn't seduce her, what do I have

to do to make you understand?

Alright, no need to raise your voice!

Any news, Peppino?

There's a girl in 38

who tried to kill herself.

Is she dead? - No.

- Then it's not news.

In 38, you say?

- Yeah.

Please leave my name

out of this, Marshall.

You know how it is, in Via Margutta

they wouldn't leave me alone.

Alright, don't worry.

- Thank you.

Good day.

- Good day, Marshall.

Shall we go and see her?

- Are you crazy?

She wanted to kill herself?

Good, for me she's dead.

What did you do?

Tell me the truth,

you made me swear to a lie!

Cut it out, Bill!

- You ensnared her!

Cut it out!

- You forced her!

You seduced her!

Tell me the truth, confess!

I don't want to talk to anyone,

let alone a journalist, got it?

Yes, I get it.

Who is he?

Who?

This is going well!

Can I have a sweet?

- No.

I told you to leave, Mr. Journalist...

otherwise I'll call the Sister!

How mean you are, how mean!

What's this?

- Oh God, the painting! Give it here!

Hold on a moment.

You know, it looks like you.

- Well, that's because it is.

Who did it for you?

- No one.

What do you mean, no one?

You don't know who did it for you?

- No one.

Then you stole it.

- No, I never steal anything.

I did it myself!

- Ah, so you're a painter!

Yeah, why? I'm with all those painters,

so I learned to paint as well.

Give it here!

What's your name?

- Marisa Maccesi...

daughter of Domenico

and Giovanna Pascucci.

And you're a maid in Via Margutta.

- Of course.

For how long?

- 3 years.

3 years.

So, living with all those painters,

you learned how to paint yourself.

Yes. - Self-taught.

- No, it's a self-portrait.

You say "self-taught" when someone

learns something by themselves.

What are you writing?

I don't want to tell you anything!

Got it?

- Yeah, don't worry...

MAID COMMITS SUICIDE...

IS REBORN A PAINTER

Do you know that there's a fortune

in that paintbrush of yours?

What do you think?

- Right.

It's like she throws the colours down

in anger, but they make images.

A painter who bites!

And the masses, tell me,

how do you see them?

Well, I...

I don't mind them.

So you paint on instinct?

- On instinct.

And you never had a painting

lesson before.

No, as soon as I got to Rome

I went straight into work as a maid.

And you painted while working?

- In my spare time.

Naturally! These days,

maids don't do a thing.

How's yours?

- Mine? All she does is sleep.

At least yours doesn't drink!

So Miss Maccesi, tell us,

how do you find your inspiration?

Well, in the evenings I go out...

I go for a long walk...

sit on a bench and wait, wait...

until my inspiration comes.

Hi.

- Hi, Marco.

Alright, sign these in green,

it looks better. - Okay.

That's a nice suit. - It's not bad,

a little tight at the neck.

Here's the money for the landscape.

- Did you take your share?

- No. - Why not?

- I can't do it anymore, Marco.

Yesterday, a journalist

came to my house!

Soon enough they'll find out

and throw us in jail!

Not me. Who stole the painting?

- But you threw it away!

Who said they were a painter?

- I did it to protect your name.

Who sold the paintings

with their signature?

But I brought you the money!

- And I gave you 10%, we're even.

So you had another idea.

You made me do all this...

to shame the critics that never

say anything good about you.

"Let's sell 10 of the maid's

paintings", you said..

"and then I'll come out with it".

When will you come out with it, Marco?

I will, I will...

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