Via Margutta Page #8

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a woman who's given me everything.

And not just to him!

What did you say?

Nothing, I meant in the past.

We're all friends here, aren't we?

You had better explain yourself.

- My foot, I will.

I'll say whatever I like!

Not about her.

Even about my grandma, if I feel like it!

Then go ahead.

There she is, your grandma!

You married her!

Cut it out, you!

Why? It made me laugh!

- But you don't!

You don't make anyone laugh anymore.

It's too sad to be 30 years old

and still playing the little girl.

I'm 24!

- Right, maybe in dog years!

I'm 24!

Bill, tell him, how old am I?

- 24.

For 6 years!

That's not true!

Do something, defend me!

Anyway, are we done?

We came here to celebrate and

it's like we're at the Colosseum.

Everyone's watching, it's embarrassing!

Stefano likes the truth,

it's all in how you handle it.

And you, can you handle it?

- Me? Just fine.

Oh, really?

- Stefano, Marco! That's enough!

Even if it's about Marisa?

- Yes.

Marisa, the maid? Finally!

Good, let's talk about Marisa.

Come on!

- Stefano!

If you say another word, I'm leaving.

No, let him talk!

We're among friends.

You were talking about Marisa?

- Yes, and her paintings.

Bill is the only one who

believes she's a painter.

Me? That's rich! I've always said

she does nothing but daubs!

Quiet, idiot!

Alright, I do her paintings...

but if they sell like yours,

then they must be worth something.

If you really believed that,

you'd sign them yourself.

Why don't you?

Because you're afraid of

the day the game is up?

The success and the cash, too.

That's the truth!

Yeah, you think you're artists...

but that's all you think about.

Cash, always cash!

I don't give a damn about cash!

- Listen to the fake poor guy!

We're all fake around here...

fake poor, fake wealthy,

fake artists...

Do you think that too, Pippo?

- Well, now and then.

About me, too?

About you?

No, not you.

- Finally!

You could have said that a year ago...

when I was circling your shop

hoping you'd throw me a bone!

Today, I couldn't care less!

- Don't be so stupid, Stefano!

Pippo always said to go and see him.

Yes, because he liked it!

- Stefano!

You shouldn't have said that.

Ignore him, Pippo,

he wasn't being serious.

You need to be someone,

or at least have a grain of talent...

to say such things, and you don't!

Are you upset that we didn't

do the show in your gallery?

Actually, I'm upset that you did.

Because see, Stefano,

I paid for your art show.

I bought your paintings, too.

Yes, me!

I wanted to help you in secret.

But something told me to keep these.

They're the receipts.

Because if my faults are as you say...

I must also have the ability

to not be such a fool!

That can't be true!

Say it's not true!

I'll kill you!

You coward!

Stefano!

Stefano!

Coward!

- Stefano!

Stefano, calm down!

Calm down!

- Let go of me!

Stefano!

Stefano!

No, it's not a game.

Wait here.

Oh God, what happened?

Stefano!

Call an ambulance, quick!

Don't move him!

The telephone!

- Over there, what happened?

Some guy got hit by a car,

there's a lot of blood.

Hello? San Giacomo Hospital?

I need an ambulance.

If you don't mind,

I'd prefer to say goodbye here.

Marta can take me to the station.

Of course.

- Sure, I'll call a taxi.

Goodbye, Donata.

- Goodbye. - Taxi!

Bye, Bill.

- Bye, Donata.

Goodbye.

Bye.

- Goodbye, Marisa.

Donata...

Goodbye.

Don't cry, Donata.

Come on, Donata.

It's not the end, we're still young.

Poor thing! She always said she

would leave, and now she finally is.

But I bet she's back here with

you guys in a month.

What's wrong?

I was only kidding, wasn't I?

Well there, I said it.

Hey, who's coming with me?

- Thanks, we're going with Giorgio.

Bye. - Bye.

- See you.

Go with Giorgio, it's not like I'm

worried about being left alone!

Go ahead and take the high road.

What do I care?

Go ahead!

I've been round the world alone, I have.

I've never been stuck in

Via Margutta like you lot!

And I don't need your company...

because I have everything I need!

I have money, an American car...

and I have Greta, too!

Alright, I'm out of here.

What are you doing?

- Oh, sorry!

A little mud will do you good!

And now, music!

Marta, come here!

What is it?

- Listen here.

If you help me sell,

I'll give you 10%, okay?

No, I can't.

- Why not?

He'll get jealous!

- Who?

Marta, I forgot my colour film.

Do you love me?

- Of course, darling.

I must be crazy!

He was in my house all along!

Tall, blonde, lean like a German

and I was out looking abroad.

I'll never let you out of my sight!

- I hope not!

Bye.

- Bye.

I know what you're like, you men!

You change your minds by the day.

Marisa!

- Hello, Marta. Hi!

Hi, Marisa.

- Hi.

Nice! How are sales going?

- Not bad, you know.

Marisa, when will you tell

them that the paintings are his?

When it suits us.

Alright, Marta?

But everyone knows by now!

- Exactly!

Why the need?

- It makes no difference to me.

And anyway, Marisa says she's

thinking of getting a car...

Yeah, I want a convertible.

- Good for you, Marisa! Bye.

Marco, I adore you!

- Bye. - Bye, Marco.

Bill, how's it going?

- Hi, Bill. - Hi.

Look at this!

What happened?

They were so big and now

they're so small, how come?

It takes less effort.

- You're amazing! Bye!

Come on, darling.

- Bye, Bill. - Bye.

Come on, darling!

I'm sorry!

Not bad!

- Come on, don't be a fool!

Excuse me, could I put my paintings here?

Go ahead, it's closed anyway.

- Thanks.

May I? Giulio Nardi.

- Bill Rogers.

There we go.

Thanks. You know, it's so difficult

for someone not from the area.

I'd almost lost hope.

I come from this real dump of

a village, you've no idea.

Where nobody talks about art,

nobody to understands you.

But now here I am, in Rome.

Yes, in Rome.

Via Margutta...

I guess you don't appreciate

these things anymore...

because you're used to them...

but for me, this is like...

I don't know, paradise!

Yes, paradise!

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