Welcome to the North Page #6

Come on everyone, get to work.

Here they are.

What a wonderful story!

The south helps the north,

the north helps the south.

What shall we do now?

Sing the Italian anthem?

I'm so moved

that I'm going to fire you both.

A postman who pretends

he's a manager

and has a fight with an employee...

Why?

He didn't know about it.

It was my idea.

It was definitely a bad idea.

So I'll just fire you.

He said so himself, Mr Palmisani

he made a mistake.

He's an impulsive guy,

and generous too.

- He's a fan of the pilot project.

- Him?

- I like it a lot.

- He came from the south especially.

- He and Marchionne are...

- Marchionne's my pal.

Caspar, Marchionne and Balthasar

at the living nativity scene

in Castellabate...

Let's cary on as we are.

The project is on schedule.

You decide who'll do what,

I don't care.

What I care about is that we're about

to have the mother of all meetings

with representatives from the south,

who are raging bulls.

If you mess up there...

Well, if you mess up there...

- Sorry, Alberto.

- I'm sorry.

I was confused.

No, we have to stop.

I can't go any further.

I've never asked you...

How do you like Milan?

Castellabate is a village,

this is a big city.

I need time to get used to it,

not long... 6, 7 years.

Well, do you like it or not?

Not at the moment, no offence meant.

I won't take offence.

Even the Milanese criticise Milan.

But lots of people come

and only a few leave. Know why?

Because Milan offers opportunities.

You can grow here, if you want to.

You feel alive, right?

You know how that song goes?

Far from Naples you'll die

but they all come here to Milan.

Come on!

I'm sory about what happened

with Silvia.

- Believe me, I didn't mean it.

- It's my fault.

I should've turned that project down.

Sometimes I have this sense of duty,

it seemed so important.

Maybe because my dad

was an Alpine soldier.

My dad is unemployed.

Permanently unemployed.

How are things with Maria?

- She finally spoke to me.

- What did she say?

No.

But it wasn't the usual "no".

- It was "no", but it was like...

- Yes?

No, or I would've said "yes".

It was "no" like...

- What did she say?

- I don't know.

All I know

is that I have to stop crying.

Our jobs are all we have left.

Let's make sure you don't lose yours.

Okay, good night.

- Alberto.

- What is it?

- Can I sleep on the other side?

- Why?

Because the window's there,

I need air.

I've slept on this side

for 20 years.

Try sleeping over here.

You might like it better...

There's Chicco's bed,

you loved that.

But my feet stick out.

What is it?

I forgot my pillow,

can I have that one?

It's softer, you see.

This one's too firm.

'Night.

Come on, we've got work tomorrow.

What?

I wanted to say goodnight.

Today's meeting is important,

will this do?

Yes, it'll look great.

It makes you look authoritative,

it's perfect.

No, Alberto, you're the manager.

Palmisani said you'd do the meetings.

You convinced him

with the story of the nativity scene.

Are you sure?

Let's not argue over nonsense.

I'm love-sick.

Thanks.

There's a building meeting today.

The neighbours repainted their facade.

We should too.

It meant so much to Silvia.

Can you go for me?

- I can't just show up...

- You can go by proxy. Thanks.

Oh, get some "Mu" yoghurt,

it's the only one Chicco eats.

And on Thursday there's...

Give me your diary,

I can't remember everything.

It's in my jacket pocket.

But you don't have to do everything,

I'll take your diary...

The firstf ree day is when I die.

- Is this today?

- Yes.

What a tough day!

Bovisa's scored three goals!

Three goals for Bovisa!

Hey, Mattia.

Are you nuts?

You took out a mortgage for me?

For your new facade,

your neighbours will die of envy!

Let's get out of the road.

I'm going to work.

He just turned Milanese

and he's already irritating me.

Relax, you only think about work.

I'm meeting

the southern representatives

and I want to impress them.

- What shall we call him?

- Who?

- The new gold fish.

- It's not easy.

A name is for life.

It took Silvia and I

We made lists evey day.

And in the end...

You called him Chicco.

Is that short for...?

No, it's Chicco.

That's his legal name.

with Chicco?

You called yours Edinson,

after a footballer.

- What if it was a girl?

- Pocha.

Well, goodnight.

Hello? Sorry it's late.

- Who is it?

- Alberto Colombo from Milan.

What happened to Mattia?

- Who is it?

- It's Mattia, I need to talk to you.

Alberto has changed his ways.

Mattia's changed, he works hard,

he's more responsible.

He even took out a mortgage for me.

Tell me, did he ask you

to tell me this?

No, it's all true.

And I can assure you, believe me,

he'd love to go

to the Alpine party with you.

Mattia, listen, it's late.

We'll talk some other time, okay?

Bye, thanks.

Let me sleep.

- Do you miss daddy?

- Yes.

Goodbye.

- Thanks, Costabile.

- Bye, Orlando.

"Meeting with Southern offices,

speaker:
Mattia Volpe. "

- That's impossible.

- Why?

Alberto called me last night,

he said Mattia's changed.

He works day and night now.

People can change.

- People can change, Mattia can't.

- He can.

In Milan you can change,

it's not like here.

Eveyone works there.

Everything's perfect, it's all modern.

And even Mattia can get ahead.

Look at this.

Love is love

but this seems fishy! to me.

Remember when we helped

Alberto and Silvia?

Action! Go, go!

They want to do the same thing

to make us believe

that in Milan Mattia's changed.

- You're a genius.

- You're a mess.

- What are you saying?

- Yes, he's right.

Good morning, ma'am.

Alberto wants to return

Mattia's favour.

Only a mother truly knows her son.

And?

And?

- And this is a farce!

- You see?

My son won't change.

Everyone can change, even Mattia.

Here's an idea:
let's go to Milan.

- To Milan?

- The trip's paid for.

They even have a great school

for stutterers there.

- You stutter fine as it is.

- Always room for improvement.

What are you looking at?

The big suitcase.

The blue suitcase.

The red suitcase.

We're almost done.

Here. Oh no, this is the kid.

Porter!

Look over there!

Blacks dressed as executives

instead of picking tomatoes!

They do that to make us believe

evey one can do well, even Mattia.

- But we're not stupid.

- Leave it to me.

- Ma'am!

- I'll check it out.

Young men,

are you taking us for a ride?

We don't have rings

through our noses. Look at them...

Never seen her before!

Stay close, let's stick together.

Look, he must be talking

to an accomplice.

An accomplice?

What a surprise!

A woman taxi driver.

This is too much!

Our farce was better.

If you want a city to have

a modern image, be credible.

A woman driving ataxi

is a bit over the top.

Milan is light years ahead,

women even kiss women here.

- Right, miss?

- Yes, it's true.

Thanks, ma'am.

Thanks, buddy.

Via Mecenate 235.

Oh, she's turned the meter on,

this is a real farce.

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