Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Page #5

- Twenty gallons, I guess.

Gosh, with that much I could go

around the world in my car.

Do you like traveling? So do I.

The minute I can,

I go far away from everything.

I'm so tired of my world,

the people I know.

There's an oasis in Africa,

near Marrakesh. It's divine.

You live on sun and fruit, lots of fruit.

- 1,200,000.

- What?

- Oh, Renzo, stop it.

- It's the truth.

The truth is you keep turning

the conversation to money!

You act as if it were my fault.

Anna, you know how much I make a month?

No, I don't want to know.

Don't you get it? I like you

precisely because you're different.

Unlike those robots I know,

busy making money all day.

You write, you're intelligent.

I never think about money, Renzo.

I swear I don't.

Because you have it.

What am I supposed to do,

throw it out the window?

Yes, throw it all away: Money, cars,

jewelry, those Cleopatra bracelets.

I got these at the hardware store.

Did you get this hunk of steel

at the hardware store as well?

But that's not it. The fact is

you have money in your veins.

In me there's only emptiness,

a profound emptiness.

I thought you could help me, Renzo.

Where do you want to go?

- We could go to my place.

- Your place?

My villa's near here.

There's a lake too.

- Where? What lake?

-Just a little one.

My husband had it made for trout fishing.

- We'll go to the River Po.

- Lovely! What's there?

Mosquitoes.

At least that's something

your husband didn't make.

Sorry.

Let's go anywhere.

Wherever you like.

As long as there's

a little peace and quiet.

There, look. Stop. That's fine.

How wonderful.

Our jazz program continues...

In a few days, this lovely October

will be over as well.

Hey, get a load of that!

Not here, please. Let's go.

That's right,

stick it to the lady!

My God.

You like me. I can tell.

Anna, If you hadn't called me this morning,

who would you have called?

Nobody.

Nobody.

I'm alone.

With all the people you know?

With all the people I know.

I can't tell which are your fingers

and which are mine.

This is so lovely, Renzo, unbelievable.

- I

- Renzo, help me.

Let's go far away, to the sun.

To Rome, Naples.

Yes, let's go.

We'll arrive at night, in the lamplight.

The still, silky water

We'll ride in a carriage

and find a nice small place, just for us.

The dark sky, full of stars.

And music, lots of music in the air

through the streets under our windows.

Tomorrow we'll wake up late

as the sun creeps into bed

and over your eyes.

You'll take me in your arms

and caress me.

You'll hold me so tight.

- Anna, are you hurt?

- No, it's nothing.

We're on fire!

The car!

My God, what have you done?

Nothing, I had to brake...

Something's burning!

Oh, God, the tire's burning!

Do something, you fool!

The car's on fire!

Find something to put it out!

How could anyone be so stupid!

Are you crazy, with my fur?

Use your jacket.

My God, the whole thing's going to blow up.

The jack, get the jack!

Oh, God.

It's wrecked, ruined.

- What are you doing?

- I can't open it.

Jesus Christ.

The jack, I said!

Surely you know what a jack is!

You must have slammed

on the brakes like a brute!

These cars are delicate.

They're jewels. Jewels!

You slam on the brakes

like it was a truck!

But I could've killed that kid!

Who cares about that idiot?

Now what are you doing?

Taking a break?

Excuse me.

Would you please give me a hand?

I'm in trouble.

I think it's something serious.

If I can be of any help.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Please come have a look.

What happened?

Nothing.

We were speeding and suddenly

we had to brake hard to swerve.

Now it's jammed

and I don't know what to do.

- It's a Rolls.

- Yes, the latest model.

- Are you happy with it?

- Yes, no problem until now.

That's quite a blow.

Were you driving?

It was all so sudden.

The car swerved and went off the road.

Strange, these cars are perfect.

Yes, I was a fool to let

a Fiat-600 driver take the wheel.

- A colossal mistake.

- You're quite right.

- Would you like me to help?

- Goodness, no.

You see, these cars

with the rim-braking system

I've always preferred disk brakes.

They're better.

It's not about the brakes.

It's knowing how to drive the car.

Even The Divine Comedy

in the hands of an illiterate person

- Get it?

- Indeed.

Well, let's hope for the best.

Don't worry. Fortunately,

the damage can easily be fixed.

- Haven't we met?

- You look familiar too.

I guess we met in Casorate,

with my husband, at the Martins'.

Is your husband in Milan?

No, he's in Stuttgart on EEC business.

He'll be away for another week.

Thank heavens, with this disaster.

Well, you'd better call a mechanic.

Definitely, since that guy

is absolutely useless.

If you'd like, I can turn around

and drive you home.

Please allow me. I'm Giorgio Carate.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

Hey, I'm going home.

The gentleman's taking me.

We'll send a mechanic right away. Bye.

Bye.

Oh, keep an eye on it for me, would you?

Thanks.

Milan Stock Exchange rates.

Alimentari:
Molini Certosa 2700.

Distillati:
2490.

Eridania:
2603.

Esercizio Molini: 1750.

Bye!

Is this a Rolls Royce?

Does it really do 150?

More than a Ferrari!

What do you want?

Hello?

Yes, I was in the bathroom.

No, I can't today.

Sorry, I'm busy.

I have to go to my mother's.

No, not next week either.

I just can't.

Okay. Bye.

Watch out, Umberto!

Careful with your feet.

You'll scare them.

Why, oh why

Do you always leave me alone

on Sundays

To go and watch

the soccer game

Why, oh why

Why don't you take me with you just once

But one day I'll follow you

Because I have doubts

that keep me awake at night

And if I find out...

Oh, the Bolognese! Come in!

Darling, sweetheart!

Girl of unending beauty!

Girl of infinite beauty!

You're a garden of loveliness.

Mara!

Quiet! Keep your voice down!

- Mara, you're a garden of loveliness.

- Come into the other room.

I can't. Later.

I have a few things for you.

I just wanted to see you,

to kiss you, to touch you.

Wait, Mara!

Listen, I have to go to the ministry.

You're a queen,

an empress, a sultaness!

When I'm in love, I sweat.

Use and discard.

Use and discard.

Sorry.

They're very practical, very modern.

Wait for me tonight.

Make me die, I'm counting on it.

You can count on me, Bolognese.

- What's gotten into you?

- I want to die right there!

Now I've got to be strong.

I've got to resist.

- How can I resist?

- Don't shout!

- Bye.

- Bye.

Listen, Mara.

Tonight you've got to wear this.

I want to see you dressed in this,

like a schoolgirl.

Are you crazy?

You're killing me.

You call me uncle.

I'll call you my little niece.

You're nuts, Bolognese.

Do you get a kick out of that?

I need a lot of tenderness, Mara.

Next time, I'll wear short pants.

You'll sing me a lullaby

and I'll fall asleep in your arms.

Now I'll hurry to the ministry

or my father will kill me.

- What?

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