Welcome to the South Page #4

You have to tell me everything.

If you show them

you've got balls, they run.

Don't be your usual dare-devil self,

I don't want to be

the widow of a hero.

And they eat anything at any time.

They drink gallons of coffee

and make you drink too.

You can't, you'll have a stroke,

you can refuse.

No, you can't.

If you refuse...

Darling!

Daddy, don't go.

And don't be a hero!

In 300 meters turn left

and take the

Salerno-Reggio Calabria.

F*** tha-t!

Over here!

Come join us?

No, thank you, an old injury...

- We're down one.

- Just for a minute.

- I risk getting hurt.

- Don't make us beg.

That was a penalty.

It was!

I'll kick it.

Run, a bombing!

Who else? The Milanese!

Could you take

my window for a minute?

This has to be sent back.

Hello.

Do you know my grandson Peppe?

I have to send him this,

it's a sweater I made.

I want it to get there fast,

how long will it take?

- Two or three days.

- Two or three?

And if it rains,

what will the dear thing wear?

Should he freeze to death?

Two or three days?

But it's just a small package.

Your grandson Peppe?

- You're talking about Peppe?

- Do you know him?

Peppe said, I quote:

"If my grandma comes,

tell her she can't make sweaters,"

"she's gotta do fried dough,

'cause she does 'em great."

But he doesn't like sweaters,

make him a dessert.

Making sweaters isn't for you,

Peppe said so.

- Make scarves.

- I don't know how.

Ma'am, come to this window.

Do you know Peppe?

Are you crazy?

What did I do?

Go home, if the director sees you...

So peaceful.

They're all happy to have you here.

And you, everything alright at work?

I can't complain.

Can I tell you something?

Why get involved in...

You can ruin...

Are you married?

Yes, we have

a beautiful 8-year-old son.

Your wife didn't come.

No, because...

We'd given up on children,

an incredible joy,

but since he was born

Silvia's become apprehensive,

depressed, if I'd brought her here...

Why, it's depressing here?

She might get over it.

Of course.

The move, school, packing...

An outsider coming to the South cries

when he arrives and when he leaves.

It's true, when I came here

I was upset.

- Just imagine when you leave!

- I don't think so.

I'm fine here,

but my home is up there.

I like the fog,

the people, the chaos.

Things you can't understand.

Coffee break.

- Good?

- Like only in Naples.

Thanks. Bye.

What's up this evening?

- It's Friday.

- Aren't you going home?

- Don't you have to go North?

- It's already Friday?

Then I'll see you on Monday.

Silvia?

Surprise!

Hi, little guy.

- See? There's ciaparatt.

- Who's ciaparatt?

We invited a few friends, let's go.

Tell us about the hell

you're going through down there.

Just looking at them,

they seem normal,

but in reality they're dark, stocky.

No one's in the office

in the mornings.

About 11:
30 they show up,

at 2 off to the beach.

With that heat, no one wants to work.

Do the women wear G-strings

under their black dresses?

- And hygiene?

- They're dirty.

There was the start of

a cholera epidemic!

It's endemic there.

Tomorrow I'm taking you and Chicco

for vaccinations.

I've already had them,

the Red Cross came,

you don't fool with cholera.

I worked in the South and

I have wonderful memories.

I fell for it!

My dear brothers,

I've brought you a small gift.

The "big tit" of Battipaglia.

That's five kilos.

It's a quality mozzarella

because it "ooze-s mil-k".

- What's it do?

- Oozes milk.

It needs the pause, "ooze-s mil-k".

Taste it, you won't be sorry.

- Acidic.

- "Acidi-c".

Oopsy daisy!

Hello, license and registration.

It's our friend from Naples!

How's it going?

Terrible, down South

all the cops have moustaches.

I have to fine you for speeding.

Make it fast,

I don't want to miss the sunset.

You know, when the sun

goes down into the sea?

Hello Ma'am.

I came to say hello.

- I'll make you some good coffee.

- It's not for that.

Here you are, would you like some?

No, if I may, this time

I'm bringing you something.

It's a specialty from my area,

smell the fragrance.

- "Invernizzi Gim".

- It's gorgonzola.

- You'll like it.

- Thank you.

It's soft gorgonzola,

excellent for appetizers.

It should go in the fridge.

I'm off.

- Wait, some coffee.

- Duty calls.

I have to work.

You have to eat it.

What's this stink?

The Milanese brought it,

it's all moldy.

- That's how you eat it.

- With mold?

It's Milanese cooking,

refined, it's totally different.

Not like us, we eat stuffed peppers.

Taste it.

Try it.

What's it like?

But stuffed peppers too...

How about a kiss?

- I don't think so.

- Gimme a kiss.

- You're hurting me.

- No kiss 'cause he's here?

Problems?

If anyone's got problems here,

it's you, if you speak.

Tell your ma to buy somethin' black,

she's gonna be in mournin'.

Shut up, you moron,

your ma stills brings you snacks.

Maybe you still don't get my type.

Good boy, go inside.

That clown...

Settle down!

- You came on a new motorbike, huh?

- No, on foot.

What are you doing to my motorbike?

I'll take the personal responsibility

to explain.

You take the responsibility, huh?

Let's take him inside.

Careful.

It can't go on like this.

Mattia gets all worked up.

A brawl outside the office

during working hours,

stoned on who-knows-what.

- Another report's too much.

- You defend him?

Me? Never.

But a report is useless,

he has to change.

You know what Mattia Volpe's

real problem is?

He's crazy in love with you.

Not a chance!

We were together for a year,

this is all I have left.

Why did you break up?

He never says no, not even

to his mom, he never risks anything.

I got mad and put him to the test.

I told him I'd asked to transfer.

And what did he do?

Nothing, sir!

- Mr. Volpe?

- Mr. Director.

What is it?

You want to report me again?

Why don't you talk to your mother?

- Why?

- Maria told me everything.

Mind your own business.

Okay.

Then behave properly

during work hours.

Cocaine will never

resolve personal problems.

What cocaine?

The cocaine you use

when you make deliveries.

I saw you open that bag.

Sir, it's a powder for fireworks.

My nerves come from coffee.

How much do you drink?

Wherever I deliver mail, they offer

me some, by evening I'm a wreck.

If it's just coffee, that's easy.

Everything can be fixed.

Except that jerk's motorbike.

- Want to shoot some fireworks?

- Can I?

No, that's dangerous,

these here, at most.

This is called Crackling Fuse,

the other is called a Sparkler,

hold it like this...

I'll come with you.

We can't ride double.

You have to learn to say no.

- But I'll drive.

- Do you know how?

I'm the Director!

How do you start it up?

Mr. Matarazzo.

Hello.

- I'm the new director.

- It's kind of you to come.

- Let me offer you coffee.

- No thank you, we have to go.

I open my home

and you refuse my coffee?

Thank you, we don't drink coffee.

Some fruit juice then.

This fruit juice

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