We Can Do That Page #5

I can't meet the deadlines.

I'm doing only eight hours.

- Then, I'll kill myself.

- You're both right.

Two layers are not enough,

we need another two.

They love fitting discards,

where can you get

another two like them?

- We'll go head-hunting.

- But where?

This is Gino Vagelli,

called "the crabby".

I'm not crabby,

the others are all jerks.

Come on, let's go.

We can't take you all,

we're a small co-operative.

Let's go.

I think I might go out with him.

Are you nuts?

It's a co-operative of loonies.

Who isn't today!

At least he knows what he wants,

he might even be

healthier than lots of others.

When I had a restaurant,

I had six waiters at my disposal,

all six were a**holes.

This doesn't fit anywhere.

You idiot, it goes here.

Great!

It's beautiful.

- You're artists really.

- Specialists.

I'm sorry it's finished,

it was fun.

Me too.

Maybe we could all go out

together some night,

- What do you say?

- Yes.

I can't forget that institution.

The ten of us is a nice fairy tale,

but if there were 200 of us,

we'd be an example for others.

If other co-operatives opened,

we'd empty mental hospitals.

They're inaugurating

a new subway line in Paris.

You want to build a subway?

The floors of the new stations

would be enough.

With your mosaics?

If you win a work contract like that

you'll make history,

it's a great idea.

The deadline's up in just a few days.

You can do it,

just come to the awards ceremony.

- It's beautiful.

- I think so too.

- Want a sandwich?

- Sure, to heck with the diet.

I'd like to go back too

and change my parents.

I understand.

Your parquet is beautiful,

we get compliments from everyone,

you're very good.

It's easy to be good with parquet,

it's all the rest that...

The rest of what?

I don't know how to act with girls.

No one does.

I have to tell you something,

I have an illness.

We started from nothing,

everyone made fun of us,

they said we were incapable

instead, look here,

the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame and

in two years we'll be there too.

We have a work contract in Paris.

Adrianna!

We'll grow and be an example

for all the other co-operatives.

Obviously we have to get organized,

get industrialized.

We'll prepare the mosaics here

and assemble them there.

We'll need investments,

materials, people, machines.

The banks will help us.

We'll put in the rest,

giving up some salaries.

I don't want to go without my salary.

It's a small sacrifice,

you'll earn a lot more later.

But I have a girlfriend now,

in the future I don't know.

I vote no.

Me too, Gigio has to buy

a bracelet for his girlfriend

and I want to be a blond.

Love is wonderful,

but there are more important things,

if we grow, we'll get others

out of mental institutions.

I vote yes, because I'm no a**hole.

I vote no.

We give up a job in Paris

for a bracelet?

We need our salary too,

we want to buy a car.

I want to buy bonds and get rich.

Even Carlo has become a yuppy.

Don't you think about the ones

that are suffering?

I feel fine and want a vacation,

I've a reservation at Gatteo Mare,

I have a third-row umbrella.

Can I come too?

Of course.

I vote no.

President?

I'll just light up a cigarette

and we'll discuss this calmly.

I'm not giving in

just because they're crazy,

if they get me sore, I'm sore.

Their 'no' vote is

your greatest victory.

Do I give it to her right away?

Later, so she'll have a surprise.

- Hi, how's it going?

- Fine.

I'm sorry,

my plan got voted down.

After all, it was just an award...

- How was the party?

- It's over.

- I just wanted your esteem.

- You have it.

You think everything I do is sh*t,

you're only interested

in your enterprises,

you don't see people anymore.

I'm off to Japan.

Why don't you have a showing

to get your work known?

Is anyone interested

in a vacation in the Galapagos?

- I'm going to Paris.

- Me, to Porto Cervo.

And where are you going?

To Gatteo Mare.

- Nice, any room for me?

- I have to ask.

This cake is delicious,

where did you buy it?

It's homemade.

What's wrong?

There's poison in homemade stuff.

What's to look at? Go dance.

Let's go home.

What's happening this summer?

Fiery nights at Gatteo Mare?

Knock it off!

Who put poison in the rum?

Hello?

If they send me back to Benevento,

I'll kill myself.

They won't send you back

to Benevento, stop it.

Do you hear me?

Should I put it in writing?

Your report will send him back

to criminal hospital.

That's where he belongs.

It's his first violent act

in 2 years.

The crazy shouldn't go

to kids' parties.

It's all my fault,

I didn't think they were so odd

and I did a foolish thing.

I gave him a kiss,

nothing important, I didn't think

it would create such a mess.

Please, don't report him,

they're just two

poor mentally ill guys,

it's not right to ruin them.

You should never deceive people,

especially those like that.

Have you been to the bathroom?

Go sit down.

You won't go back to Benevento.

- Where does this come from?

- From his salary.

Here.

The next fist

and it's Benevento for real.

What do you say,

do we increase the Serenase?

Want to?

- Just a little.

- Very little.

Snacks!

You gave Nicola Ricciola

just two milligrams?

Nicky Lauda with just two milligrams

three times a day?

No, once a day.

Did you read the case-history?

He could have raped someone.

Instead, he fell in love.

Maybe we were lucky.

Come with me.

How much per month do you get?

- Nine hundred.

- I got a million and three hundred.

What did you give this one?

Nothing, that's the point.

He's been like this

since the day it happened.

Do something,

there are a load offines,

get the truck, the discards.

- Calm down.

- I'm not calming down!

I'm not paying the fines.

He's right, if the work stops,

there are fines.

Fabio is my patient as of today.

But the money's theirs.

They don't need any money.

Why are you up here?

Getting some air.

Why be like this?

Want to punish yourself?

I want to be alone.

It's not your fault.

- Talk to me.

- Yes, it is my fault!

In my conceit

I thought I could heal them,

but Gigio couldn't handle a normal

life, so he killed himself.

- You all told me, even you.

- Me?

You said all I cared about

were my great enterprises

and I'd stopped looking at people,

that's why Gigio is dead.

When people break up,

they exaggerate.

I hope you're better

at lying to your clients.

You never listened to me and

you start with that f***ing phrase?

I'm taking all this sh*t off of you,

take off that damn T-shirt.

I'm not leaving you, understand?

I love you, you idiot.

You're leaving this house,

and you'll listen to me this time.

I'm going to ask Padella

for that job.

You can't work for him,

it's a form of self-punishment.

You have to go to the Co-operative.

I can't,

there's an investigation

and Del Vecchio's making the report,

they'll sentence me for sure.

Why Padella exactly?

I need money,

I don't want to leave them

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