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THE WORKING CLASS GOES TO HEAVEN

STORY AND SCREENPLAY:

COSTUMES:

SET DESIGN:

EDITOR:

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY:

DIRECTED BY:

Ugh, my head...

We're buying Beckenbauer.

Four hundred million.

Then we'll buy Riva.

With whose money?

Lulù, we're not poor like you guys.

Coffee?

Do you want any?

Do you want it or not?

How are you, honey? - "Honey, honey"...

It's all in here, in the brain.

The brain is the director's office, it chooses...

Makes projects, drafts, plans.

It starts production. - What production?

The person's.

The person revs up.

His gears start turning.

Arms, legs, mouth, eyes, tongue... Everything.

It all starts chugging, and...

Until it... grabs the food.

Its fuel. - What are you talking about?

Well, the individual works to eat. - What a discovery.

The food goes down...

and there's a machine here, grinding.

Until it's ready to come out.

Just like a factory.

The person is like a factory. - So what?

A shit factory!

"Shit, shit, shit."

Is that any way to talk in the morning?

No, listen. Listen to me. - Get out of here.

Come on, be reasonable. - You be reasonable.

Imagine if you could put a price on it.

We'd all have our built-in income! - Oh, shut up!

But no, it all goes to waste. - Will you shut your mouth?

It pollutes our water!

It stinks! - Such a poet!

They'll make you eat it, Arturo.

When you're grown up. They'll say it's the cure for cancer.

Arturo!

Leave the child be! - "The child, the child"...

And you, get dressed. - Does that look like a child to you?

It's an impostor.

A Martian, a Moon-man, a Venusian.

Workers! Men and women!

I speak on behalf of your student comrades!

It's 8am!

When you leave work today, it will be dark already!

The sun will not shine for you today!

You head into an oven for a fixed piece rate!

Eight hours a day!

You will come out tired, hollow!

Thinking you have earned your day's worth

when you were actually robbed!

Robbed of eight hours of your life!

It's not with piecework that you will earn more

but with a real, proper salary! Piecework is...

Who sent you? Go back to your university!

Ten shitty liras more!

Your masters make a hundred!

Workers, you are marching into jail!

Today, after eight hours of forced labour

you will emerge into the dark of night!

The sun, the light of day, won't shine on you today!

Workers! To break the collusion between employers and unions

we propose the formation of a joint worker-student committee!

A revolutionary alliance between workers and students!

Workers and students! - Workers and students!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

More money, less work!

Good morning, workers.

Your director wishes you a pleasant work day.

In your own interests, treat your machine with love.

Tend to its maintenance.

The company's safety guidelines guarantee your protection.

Your health depends on your relationship with the machine.

Respect its needs.

And remember: machine plus focus equals productivity.

Have a nice day.

Hey, you! Come on, move along, move along!

Lulù, here are two new recruits.

I want them ready to work in two days. Move!

Tarcisio Mena, from Manfredonia.

What's that? - My name!

What do I care about your name?

See? I lost the rhythm!

That's 30 liras down the drain!

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Quiet.

Even a monkey could do this job.

So you can do it, too.

Lost my rhythm.

Stand up! You're half as productive sitting down.

I got a bad prostate!

Then take a sick day. Otherwise, get fined or stand up.

If I stand up, I have to piss all the time.

Can I spend all day peeing? The fuck am I supposed to do?

Why don't you take sick leave? - What sick leave?

I'm either working or pissing. It's my prostate.

I told them a million times.

Chin up! Bad prostates are a thing for popes and presidents!

You're losing two seconds on the return.

Why don't you do it then, you leech?

You didn't cut your hair! - This damn guy...

Then, according to the safety guidelines

you'll have to wear a hairnet, just like female workers.

Go fuck yourself.

Workers!

Your unions have called an assembly!

Attend en masse and ask for total policy reversal!

We want everything, now!

More money, less work!

Who's paying those guys?

Stand united against the unions!

Who's paying them?

They know everything.

They're trying to split us up.

It's a plot. - I think we have a mole.

...less work!

More money, less work! More money...

Let's alert the union.

More money, less work! More money, less work!

More money, less work!

They took us for a charity institute.

Tarcisio Mena, from Manfredonia.

Tarcisio Mena... And the other guy?

Tell him. - Salvatore Quaranta, from Lecce.

Ludovico Massa, everyone calls me Lulù.

Lombardy, almost Switzerland.

Here's Adalgisa Stacchi, Lower Ticino. Virgin.

Sit there, the two of you.

If you want my portion too, take it. Take it all.

I'm not hungry. There's a gash in my stomach.

Excuse me, Mr Massa. I have a question.

How do you work so fast?

Thing is, I get bored around here. Bored shitless.

So I work. What else is there to do?

Here's an idea for you:

Life is a race, with a clear goal. And we're all running.

We all run in here.

I'm a champion here. She knows it, don't you?

It's true.

Then there's... the dirty Southerners.

Like him. Eastern Sicily.

Commuters, all of 'em.

They start the shift already tired, so I have the advantage!

I once made 25,000 liras in a month on piecework alone.

Twenty-five grand!

That's productivity! Productivity!

Because I'm focused!

I am focused. Focused, I tell you!

I have my own method. She knows.

I focus my brain...

...on an ass.

Her ass.

There's nothing else to do in here.

Since we have to work, let's work.

Without complaining.

Got it? Work! No complaints! - Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I understand, but...

How old are you?

Thirty-one!

I've been working here for 15 years.

Got paint poisoning twice.

My stomach's torn apart by ulcers...

Places!

Lulù.

Lou!

The production times need revising.

At your service.

At your service.

Time to look at the piecework.

Boss, I'm having a smoke.

Let me see. - Productivity's low.

May I?

Fourteen.

Thirty-five.

Twelve.

Twenty-eight.

Twelve.

Thirty!

Eight.

Twenty-seven.

Twelve.

Twenty-seven.

Twelve.

Thirty.

Ten.

Thirty-two.

Ten.

Thirty.

Stop.

Want a cigarette?

Produce more!

This machine must go from 115 to 300 pieces per hour.

Understood? Let's go.

It's all in the rhythm. - You're an asshole!

Use your brain!

Goddamned Africans.

If he stops the machine, he loses time.

Go ahead.

Scared, aren't you?

Take it out while it's still running, save three seconds!

Thirty. - See?

Forty-five.

While it still moves. Three seconds.

Thirty. - Too afraid, are we?

Forty-eight.

Three plus three plus three equals nine seconds.

It's basic math. - Thirty.

Forty-eight. - Stop!

Listen here, Lulù.

You won't die in your bed.

You're dying here, on your machine.

All the same.

Boss, I'm going for that smoke. - Sure.

This machine must go from 200 to 250 pieces...

All the same.

...got it?

Boss!

When will the new working hours be in effect?

Immediately!

Says who?

The machines say so. I say so.

We're not OK with that.

Not at all!

And before you set new working hours, tell us what's in it for us.

Work first. The director will choose later.

The director doesn't come into it. Let's discuss it now.

You want more production? Raise our salaries!

You've all left your stations. There's a fine for that.

Listen here. This is not a prison.

You need to learn to talk to us. Talk to your workers!

That's it, you're all fined. Get to work!

What are you doing? You're assaulting him, now?

You'll get yours too.

Brown-noser! - I didn't come up with this system.

Was piecework my idea?

Bunch of sheep, all of them!

They just talk and talk.

But they crap themselves when it's time to act.

They don't give a shit.

Maybe they own land in the country.

I've got nothing.

I've got the strength to work, nothing else.

Who cares? I'm focused.

Thinking of Adalgisa's ass.

Ah, what an ass! Cheeks straight out of a steel lathe!

Youngsters, watch and learn. I'm focused!

I'm in a different world already.

Only think of the piece.

Even if it's useless.

Every piece a hole, every hole a piece.

Just don't fall into the hole.

To avoid falling into this hole, think of Adalgisa's.

All clear? As I said at lunch, it's all about method.

I focus my brain, and picture Adalgisa's butt.

And off I go!

One piece, one ass.

One piece, one ass.

One piece, one ass.

One piece, one ass.

One piece, one ass. One piece, one ass.

One piece, one ass. One piece...

Am I a brown-noser?

Not with me, you aren't.

Who's been calling you that?

That means I'm the master's lap dog.

I've never even seen the master.

A factory...

isn't like a hairdresser's salon.

I'll say. My salon's cleaner.

But your boss is always there.

Can even feel you up if he feels like it.

In a factory, the big man is never there.

The company...

Switzerland.

America.

L-Lietenstan.

Huh?

Leechensten.

Feeling sick tonight, too?

It's reforming, I'm telling you.

The ulcer strikes back.

Tonight it's the ulcer.

Another night a headache, or back pains...

I'm done with your excuses.

So now you decide when it's time to...?

Well, why not?

You're never in the mood.

I've been on the pill for nothing for three months.

Stop that. - You stop it.

No, I'm telling you, shut up.

Cut it out. - Yeah, yeah.

Cut what? Where are you off to now?

Don't go to the living room. - I won't make a mess, don't worry.

I told you not to go. - Why? There's a TV there, too.

If you want to watch TV, watch it here.

All the same. - What are you mumbling about?

How can one make love to canned meat?

How about you try, at least?

Can you bring me a beer?

You look fake.

This guy. - Yeah. Fake hair...

You schmuck. It's all real, I'll have you know.

No. You look fake to me.

Fake hair... - Who's got fake hair? Me?

Yeah.

Fake tits... - It's all real, baby!

Fake nails... - As real as it comes.

Don't look for excuses. Get checked out, instead.

Go see a doctor.

What excuses? Who's looking for excuses?

Do you think I have a machine between my legs?

Who knows? I can't remember.

You know what?

I'm only in the mood in the morning.

Mm. Morning.

At night, it's dead.

But in the morning, when I enter the factory

I'd do three in a row.

But you're not there.

You're at the shop.

Or whatever you do.

At night, nothing.

I don't know, I must be tired.

When will you get it, you fucking whore?

I bust my ass to make 20,000 more each month!

They insult me, they mock me.

They side against me!

While I suffer alone.

Like a dog.

Like a dog.

There, there.

Come on.

Don't be like that.

Honey.

Leave me be.

Leave me be. - Come here.

Come on, honey.

Leave me be. - There, there.

One piece...

one ass.

One piece... one ass.

One piece... one ass.

One piece...

BAN workers!

The three unions call upon you to fight!

Against working hours! Against qualifications!

Fight for your health, fight for more money!

For more time to spend with your children and wives!

When you were making 1,000 pieces a day

they gave you 300 liras.

With the new working hours, you're making 3,000 pieces.

For the same exact salary!

BAN is making billions more in profits!

While you only get an increase in prices.

Everything costs a fortune, except your extra work!

Your pay must go up! More pieces, more money!

Fewer pieces! More money! Less work!

Workers! Workers!

Force your unions to enact bold policies!

Piecework must not be negotiated, but abolished!

This factory is a jail!

Jails are meant to be escaped from!

Right now! Or else bring it down!

Let's not lose our heads!

Our immediate goal is to renegotiate piecework.

Let's show the masters our strength!

Hear our three unions speaking as one!

Everything today, not tomorrow!

Everything today, not tomorrow!

Unions united! Unions united!

Unions united! Unions united!

Unions united! Unions united!

Everything today, not tomorrow!

You must give us the 10,000 this week. We need it.

I'm not giving you anything. - What do you mean?

Listen here. I live with that slut and raise her kid...

while you live with my wife and raise mine?

So what? Armandino is your son.

You're not even related to that other kid.

His father should provide for him. - His father gives us nothing!

He refuses to! He's a white collar, get it?

I can't throw his kid in the toilet! - That's not my problem. Figure it out.

I have already. You're getting nothing.

Hey.

I was just thinking about you. - You don't say.

Why won't you confess?

You were lying about your virginity, be honest.

Come on. Maybe a country cousin...

Or an uncle, perhaps?

Do you only ever think about one thing?

What should I think about? Heaven?

Why not?

Heaven's right here! Right here! - Yeah, right.

Enough!

Yes, sir!

Do you treat your wife that way too? - No!

I'll show you.

Slow down, man.

Your lost profits are on us. We'll all pitch in.

Massa! The Industrialists' Federation called.

Their board of directors wants you...

to scrub their toilets!

You have to break your backs just to keep up with me.

No, sir! - Break your damn spines.

Yours will be the only one breaking. I'm doing no more piecework!

Buti!

...break their spines to keep up with me...

Yes, sir...

Massa.

A man's life is long. - Ready!

Think of your old age.

Think about when your back will be broken...

but by arthritis.

In a hospital bed, riddled with pneumonia.

Half blind, deaf...

and with no friends.

I'll cave your skull in.

Cave it right in.

Cave your skull in.

Cave your head in.

Cave your head in.

I'll make a damn mess.

Make your guts spill out.

Break your spine. Break your spine in half.

I'll get a machine gun...

Spit it out! Out! Out!

What happened?

It's nothing.

It's nothing!

His finger. His finger!

Finger, what finger?

Let me see! - No, it's nothing!

Leave it, leave it! Leave me be!

Go back to work!

Massa got injured!

Stop working!

Stop! Stop!

There was an accident!

Let's strike!

Look at the fruits of piecework!

Let's strike! All of us, united!

Let me see... - Strike!

It's just a scratch, it's nothing...

Calm down, calm down!

Calm down, let's not lose our heads! Calm down!

Why are you backing down now?

I'm not backing down, I'm just trying to think!

Don't you get it?

Not like this! There are other ways to do this.

What other ways? Move.

General assembly!

It's all piecework's fault! Exploiters!

You're all corrupt!

You cut off our worktime, we cut off our fingers!

General assembly, now! - Assembly!

I came to see my son.

Come on in.

Is he here? - The other room.

...win a wonderful trip...

Hey.

I came to see Armando.

Did you hear about the accident?

No, what happened?

What do you mean?

He didn't tell you I lost a finger?

Good morning.

Good evening.

Nobody here knew I lost a finger?

We didn't hear a thing.

There's Armando.

How are you? What are you doing?

Hi, Dad.

I'm drawing. - Nice.

You didn't know about daddy's finger?

Show me!

Look here! No more finger.

Aw, shucks!

That guy didn't tell you anything? - I didn't want him to worry.

He's right, you know.

What do you mean?

A guy loses a finger...

at the very least his son should know, right?

It's the bare minimum.

A father's finger is everything to his son.

You should have other priorities right now.

A father provides for his son, even with nine fingers.

Right. Unless someone's trying to distort the truth.

I'm heading out.

Where are you going, Dad?

Checking in with the union.

Don't be long, please.

Shouldn't he have said "uncle"?

It just comes naturally.

"Naturally." It's brainwashing.

Thinks I'm an idiot.

A damn idiot.

Being called "dad" costs money. He's the father now.

Quiet, Grandma.

Ginevra. A word, please?

You stay here, honey.

Don't you start, now. - Who is it, huh?

I'm not doing anything. Who's the father?

Stay calm, you... - What did I do to you?

Lots. - What did I do to you all?

Don't touch me. - What did I do to you all?

Don't you touch me! - What did I do to you all?

Don't do your usual. Don't touch me! Don't! Let me go!

You're hurting me!

Let go. I don't want this anymore.

Let me go. Let me go!

Go away. Madman. You're a madman!

Happy times!

How's your finger, love?

Hey?

Does it hurt today, honey?

You went to the living room yesterday.

I told you lots of times.

I found a mess in there.

Ash on the floor, even. Had to clean it all up.

I was short 1,000 liras yesterday, love.

Line up this cutlery. All in a row, like that!

Who took that money, I wonder? - He did. He's a thief.

Oh, come off it.

You gave it to your wife, didn't you.

You can say, I'm not offended.

Right?

You could've asked, though.

I looked all over for it.

Upright, this pepper. Up.

Arturo saw you take it, honey.

Tidy up, you! - Don't take it out on him, now.

It was you, honey. Right?

Come on, tell the truth.

I'll stick this in you!

God damn it.

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina? - No.

How old are you?

Has anyone seen Militina?

"Has anyone seen Militina?"

"Has anyone seen Militina?" "Has anyone seen Militina?"

That one repeats stuff.

"Has anyone seen the military?"

"Has anyone seen the militants?"

"Has anyone seen the minivan?"

"Has anyone seen the miniskirt?"

"Has anyone seen..."

Hi, Militina.

I came to see you.

Did you hear I lost my finger? - What?

I brought the book you asked for.

And my paycheques, too.

It says...

"Regular hours... 17,400 liras."

"Regular." As if.

"Piecework"... - Give me time, I'm writing.

Write it down. - "400."

"Piecework... 9,918."

See? I lost a finger.

Look at this. A chimp. Stockholm zoo.

"Chimpanzee truly believes he is a human being."

He's an engineer. - Poor animal.

Go on, let's keep checking.

"Holiday work: 1,600."

"1,600." - Wait, are you pretending to write?

No, I'm writing for real. "17,400."

Will you tell me what this is for? - Mistake.

Mistake! - Hey. Listen to me.

Yeah. What is it? - How's the food here?

Just like at BAN.

Everything here is just like at the factory.

They just don't let me out at night.

Where would you go? - To a bar.

Right...

A bar with the comrades...

Speaking of, do they still talk about me?

The comrades?

They do, they do. You're an icon.

I don't believe you.

I'm crazy, not stupid.

They do talk about you. You're still an icon.

If they talk about me, it's to say mean things.

They speak ill of me, because...

there's always a "but."

What do you mean? - It means that...

They say good things about you, but then...

once the talk is over...

they throw a "but" in there.

And they start tearing you down.

I know the comrades well... - Now listen here.

What? - Promise you won't get mad like last time.

Why would I get mad?

I need to ask you something. - Ask away.

How did you...

I mean...

How did you realise you were going mad?

Other people decide when one must become mad!

But truth be told...

I got there first. I beat them all.

I had already begun to suspect.

And suspect is like a hairy fox, a sour old whore

cowardly and reactionary.

From time to time I'd do something odd.

Like what?

At the dinner table...

The cutlery. It had to be all parallel.

All in a line, you know? Like soldiers.

I was there at the table, eating...

and I dreamed of still being...

at the factory.

I knew it. Knew it.

Would you like to know...

what the fuck we're making in that factory?

I know already! - What all those pieces are for?

Millions of 'em!

I know, I know already.

I make pieces...

that go inside an engine.

Then, the engine...

The engine goes into another machine, right?

Which isn't there.

It's not there. - It's not?

No.

You know, one day...

I saw the engineer.

I took him by the throat, and said:

"Tell me what the fuck we're making here!

What are these pieces for?

Tell me, or I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Stop, or I'll call the nurse! - No!

Then behave!

We're just talking. What was all that for?

I'll behave, but...

If they hadn't stopped me, I would've killed him for real.

But that's not madness, Lulù.

A man...

A man has the right to know what he's making.

What his purpose is.

Right?

Am I right?

Yeah, yeah.

See them?

See all those guys?

They were all workers, farmhands...

labourers, bricklayers...

policemen, office workers...

gravediggers...

accountants, doormen, drivers...

factory workers. First, second, third level...

sixth, eighth, sixteenth...

The rich crazies aren't kept here, no...

They hide them away in private clinics.

Of course they do. It's obvious.

Can you imagine if the poor saw that even the rich go mad?

They'd feel like crying.

Those guys are crazy.

Leave them be, it's not your business.

It's the money, Lulù. It all starts there.

We're all part of the same wheel.

Slaves and masters, same rat race. For gold, for money.

We go mad because we have too little.

They go mad because they have too much.

Thus, in this hell...

On this planet...

filled with hospitals and nuthouses...

graveyards...

factories...

soldiers' barracks...

buses...

little by little, the brain...

escapes.

It goes on strike.

On strike.

Strike, strike.

Well...

See you.

Have a nice stay. - Thank you.

Strike, strike, strike, strike...

strike, strike, strike...

Hey!

Where are you going?

Where are you going? - I'm leaving.

Actually, I'm the one who's leaving.

Oh, you're right. So sorry, I'm a bit...

I get confused.

Bye.

For blacker teeth...

use Nutsack brand toothpaste!

Lulù.

Lulù!

When they commit you...

bring guns.

Comrades!

The board of directors suspended six workers

for the disturbances borne of your indignation

about comrade Massa's injury

due to inhuman working hours.

But we're saying this to BAN's directors and owners:

If they don't revoke the suspensions

we will, all together, in total unison...

take our fight to harsher grounds!

Workers!

The answer to your masters' violence

is worker violence!

No! The answer to their violence is our unity!

Unions and workers together!

Don't fall for their provocations!

Who's paying them? - Let me speak, they'll hear me!

Unions united! Unions united! Unions...

Unions and masters, all the same...

Down with the masters' servants!

Down with the masters' servants!

Down with the masters' servants!

Down with the masters' servants!

Down with the... - Calm down a second!

You're killing my ears!

I need to ask you something.

Who got suspended?

I was first. - I don't care about you.

I got suspended too.

De Simoni, De Antoni, Telori, Magnolia...

All these heroes, just for my finger?

Yes. For you. For your finger.

What finger?

It's for class warfare!

The masters are worse assholes than you, Massa!

Then why wasn't he suspended? - He's smart!

They know I'm smart.

Too much for my tastes.

Masters! White collars! Your months are numbered!

Masters! White collars! Your months are numbered!

Unions united! Unions united!

Unions united! Unions united!

Unions united! Unions...

Good morning, workers.

Your director wishes you a pleasant work day.

In your own interests, treat your machine with love.

Tend to its maintenance.

The company's safety guidelines guarantee your protection.

Your health depends on your relationship with the machine.

Respect its needs.

And remember: machine plus focus equals productivity.

Have a nice day.

Hi, Piero.

Hey, how's it going?

Hi, Lou.

At long last.

I lost the finger.

Since your accident, productivity is down by 7%.

Seven percent, do you all hear me?

Seven percent!

We must go back to how it was before!

We must find that old spirit of collaboration

that turned our company into a shining gem!

A jewel!

Tending to the worker's and the capital's interests alike.

I say this for your sake.

I'm an employee, just like you.

What would I gain from this?

Should we tear it all down

for a silly clash over working hours?

No, no, no, and no.

I guarantee you, we're not going back.

Not for a bunch of deadbeats who crawled out of pigsties, we're not.

Even if it comes down to paying you-know-who.

You agree, don't you?

You're with us, right, Lulù?

Militina sends his regards.

Alright. And good work.

Move, move! Get to work, boys!

Work!

You're below the norm.

The production rhythm is under 80.

Sorry, Mr Timekeeper.

Thing is, I work following my masturbation rhythm.

Get it?

Work, you damn redneck!

Or go back to your pigs!

♪ You play tricks on me ♪

♪ You say that you're coming ♪

♪ And then you piss yourself ♪

♪ O love, O love o' mine... ♪

♪ Love, my ass! ♪

♪ Get fucked right up the ass! ♪

♪ At night I sleep... ♪

Lulù. How's your finger?

It's at the graveyard.

♪ O love, O love o' mine... ♪

Come on! Back to work!

Back to work!

What do I do?

Listen to the boss, come check on me!

Lulù! What are you doing?

Your productivity is so low!

Pick up the pace, or you'll lose your pay!

Understood?

Perhaps you got a bit rusty while on sick leave.

Rusty, my ass.

Look. Look here!

Watch me! Watch me go!

Look, look here. Look!

Look here!

What did you think, you leech?

It's not that I can't...

I just don't want to.

I've got other stuff on my mind.

Your rhythm right now is like a child's!

A child's. Right. Children go to school.

Talk about a scam.

Why, aren't we treated like kindergarteners here?

Or juvie kids, rather!

Listen. If you go on like this...

I won't just dock your pay.

You'll drop below the minimum and get a fine.

O love, O love o'... Right, a fine!

He's gonna fine me!

I forgot about the fine!

The fine!

They fine you, too!

Then fine me, go ahead!

But then you must give back all you stole from me!

When I was a workaholic!

Shit it all back out!

Including my finger!

What's this?

Pipe.

What about this one?

Trumpet.

This one?

Calendar.

That one's a compass, and that's a flower pot.

These pens are always out of order...

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm happy. So happy.

How's your finger?

It's not there anymore.

Do you feel disabled?

What difference do you think it makes for me?

Think before you answer.

What does this finger make you think of?

My cock.

Wrong type of cock.

You mean the penis.

That's the one.

Consequentially, then...

without that finger, you feel emasculated.

On the contrary, since the accident...

I do it more than before.

Up to three per night.

Look, all joking aside...

What do you think?

What did they tell you?

I always liked women.

I'm a normal guy. I'm like everyone else.

If the wife and I split, it's because of my temper.

With Lidia, the hairdresser I live with...

I always get hard like it's the first time.

We love each other.

That woman would go through hell for me.

We even have some savings, if you can believe it.

Do you like money?

Of course.

And yet, after the injury...

perhaps because of it, you show clear signs of stress

towards work and therefore money.

Why is that?

Right, why's that?

Red light. Let me frisk you.

I'm no thief. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's the randomiser's choice, not mine.

I don't give a crap.

Random check, Massa.

Come on. - Hands off! Get off of me!

Worker! Don't let them frisk you!

The masters' violence follows you everywhere!

Their hands are on your body and in your mind!

What are you saying?

What?

The masters say you steal from them.

But they are the real thieves!

We must frisk their banks

where their loot lies hidden!

Their ill-gotten profits, soaked in your blood!

Workers! It's your life, your work!

Don't let them search your bodies!

Nor your minds!

Where are you going now?

To enjoy your spare time?

Hands off my car. - And how? Watching TV?

Or talking about football?

Juventus is undergoing a crisis.

Agnelli is awaiting your call to make the hard choices.

Hands off the car! - When your wife comes home

what will you tell her? That you'll get another job?

Hands off, beardo! - Your master's money is never enough.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Stop, Lulù! What are you doing?

I'll come to your house!

Why take it out on me?

Take it out on the directors, if you're so strong.

He beats his own comrades!

When you come to work tomorrow, beat one of them, if you dare.

"Comrade."

On your feet, come on.

I could break you in half.

Leave me be.

Run back to daddy.

Where will you end up, behaving like this?

Join us, instead of being a slave!

Shut up, you. - Why, can't he say what he thinks?

Rise against the masters!

Look at the slave, going home.

Lulù.

Do you call this living?

Do you?

Go, go away!

Stop it, you! - Go away!

Shut up! - Let him through.

Slave! You're a slave!

Eight hours of labour, then a football game on Sunday.

Shame on you! Be ashamed of yourself!

That's all you can do! That's all you can ever be!

A slave, and nothing else! Do you understand?

Still, so far we have only mentioned piecework's downsides.

But, dear comrades...

Do you get your extra 20,000 in your paycheque?

My opinion is that piecework is important.

If you earn more at the end of the month

is that so bad?

Go fuck yourself!

Screw you!

We're sick of hearing how great piecework is!

We're being exploited!

We've tolerated enough. Let's vote on it!

I'm in favour of piecework, but negotiating every cent.

We must get all we can out of it! - Listen!

Listen here.

I will repeat for those who didn't catch it

or any late arrivals.

All those in favour...

of the immediate abolition of piecework

raise your hand.

One, two, three, four, five...

six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

eleven, twelve.

Twelve votes. - Twelve in favour!

One moment. One moment! - Shut up, you!

Servants! Bootlickers!

Now on to the second vote...

Those in favour of a more articulate approach

with union delegates negotiating piecework conditions...

on a case-by-case basis, as the situation evolves...

raise your hand.

There! - Traitors!

And if that's not enough...

we'll hold one more vote. Everyone, wait!

Listen to me. Listen! I beg you!

I have a proposal.

To wit: all those in favour of a permanent strike

raise your hand!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

eleven, twelve. Now for the counter-proposal.

Those in favour of a complex plan of action

with two-hour daily strikes starting this Monday

raise your hand!

That's how we answer provocations!

The majority decides, with a democratic process.

Do you hear me back there?

We fought hard for our right of assembly

and you're trying to sabotage it!

Fascists!

No, let him speak! Let him speak.

It was you! Your fault

with your precious piecework, if I got sick.

You're not down in the vats, with the water and gas.

He's right. Tell them!

Look here! Look at my finger!

I'm going up there to speak.

Yes, go! Speak up!

I don't know how to address you.

"Honoured workers"...

"labourers," "comrades"...

"honoured comrades"... I don't know.

Cut it out and come here. - Come up and speak!

I'll be just a moment.

The student...

The student out there, he said...

He said we come in here by day, when it's still dark

and come out at night when it's dark.

What kind of life is that?

That being said...

Here's what I say.

While we're at it...

Why not double the piecework?

Right?

Let's work Sundays, too!

All night, as well.

Let's bring our kids and wives to work!

The kids can work, the women can make us a sandwich...

and we can go on and on, never stopping!

On and on and on!

On and on, for a fistful of bloody liras!

Until death!

That way, from this hell...

without pause, we'll cross into the next.

It's all the same.

Now listen here.

You talk big now, but where were you

when we, along with the comrades from the union

formed the BAN factory union?

Where were you then?

Answer! - Where was I?

Where was I?

I was doing piecework!

Following union policy!

I was pursuing productivity!

More, always more!

Yes! - Tell them!

And now...

What have I become?

Look at me. I'm a beast, an animal.

You're a beast. Not us.

The student. The student, out there...

He said... Listen to this...

He said... Yeah! He said we're like machines!

Got it? I'm a machine!

I'm a pulley.

I'm a bolt.

I'm a screw!

I'm a timing belt!

I'm a pump!

And now the pump's broken!

It no longer works.

And there's no fixing it now.

I give you my proposal.

We all...

immediately...

quit this job.

All of us!

And anyone who doesn't quit...

right this instant...

is a scab!

A total shitface!

Enough!

Wait, listen to me!

Breaking up our union...

which we so arduously built... - Coming through!

...means playing the masters' political game!

We must stick together if we truly want to win.

Extremism and political adventurism...

would lead us straight where the right wing wants us!

Try to understand!

Comrade Massa! Let's all try to understand!

We must remain united! United!

Look! Look at the beardos run!

They're waiting for the workers.

Workers. Pieces of crap!

Care about workers.

Go have some fun, rich boys!

Don't wait for the workers. See how they run.

How did it go? - What do you think?

We went in there, I said what I had to say...

Exposed my ideas...

They're going back in!

They got scared!

Come on, let's circle around.

Traitors! Fascists!

Asshole!

Bootlicker!

Servant of... of the imperialists!

When does this shift end? - Right now.

Let's go!

To the gates, to the gates!

Here we are. Look at that.

There's nothing left.

I worked here, making paint.

Now it's gutted.

The owner is doing time. Bankruptcy fraud.

Let's stop here.

I'm cold. - Let's turn up the heater.

Is it really your first time?

You'll see in a moment. - Let's waste no time.

We undress, throw the clothes back there.

Come on, it's fine here. It's warm.

How does this work? I'm scared. - No, don't be.

You'll hurt me. - Just follow my lead.

It won't hurt? - I won't hurt you, you'll see.

Will you help me if it hurts?

Boots... There, ready.

Wait, I haven't taken anything off yet.

My trousers... all of it.

I've got a minibar in here. Full service.

No, thanks. I don't drink.

I don't... I'm scared.

Scared of what? There, down the hatch.

Why are you taking those off?

My underwear too, see?

No, come on. - All of it, off. You keep something on.

Yes, I'll... I'll keep my panties on.

I'm taking it all off. - Kiss me.

Listen...

Take off your wristwatch.

No, not the watch.

Are you nervous?

Who knows what'll happen?

Come on. Nothing will happen, you'll see.

It will be good for you.

You get on top.

You have to roll over and get up.

I'll bang my head!

See here...

It's too hard! - It's not too hard, let's go.

Watch the gear stick! Just watch the stick.

Be very careful. There you go.

Now drop down... - Ow! The steering wheel.

It's there for a reason.

Ow! Listen, I'm scared. Ouch.

No, come on. What's there to be scared of?

Look, look.

Let me just get this arm... - I'm shy.

Come on now. - No.

Ow, the gear stick.

Your hand. - My hand? Where?

Ow!

Move your hand away.

Away.

Ow. It hurts!

Ow, damn it! You're hurting me!

Come on, it's nothing.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Did it hurt just now? - Yes!

No, it was nothing. Come here.

Ow. Wait, now you're hurting me.

I can't move.

Calm down. Take it easy. - Where should I...

Wait.

There, now your leg. Your leg.

No, listen...

Listen to me, I'm experienced.

There. - Put your...

Where?

Ow. Where should I put it?

Your foot. If you... - Which one?

If you stretch... - Ow, don't pull!

I don't fit, the steering wheel... - Ow, the gear stick!

There! Was that so hard?

Come here.

Come here.

Move there. There. - Where?

Give me your other foot. - Here we go.

Prop it there.

My hair! My hair, my hair!

My hair, my hair! - This hair...

You should get a haircut.

It's so cold.

I'm cold...

Ah, I'm so happy.

There. It's over.

It's over now. It's over.

All over already. See?

What a beauty.

I've had it for a year, and I still gawk at it.

No two ways about it.

It's a hell of a car.

You can't imagine how happy you've made me.

Between us two...

with that cow I've got at home...

I can't get it up.

I started thinking, "I'll end up like Militina!"

I was blaming the factory.

All day at it, non-stop.

But come on, nothing at 31?

I didn't feel anything.

Right. She felt nothing.

I'm just feeling pain. What now?

What now?

Is this love?

"Love"...

"Love."

Love is something you make.

Once it's made, it's done.

You come to your senses.

Right. Like animals.

Like animals...

Like animals.

Don't I have feet?

Hands? Eyes? A cock?

There. Like an animal.

Beasts.

There's nothing sexier.

Once it's done...

Once it's done, it's done.

Go fuck yourself.

Take me home, I need to wash myself.

Women feel nothing the first time.

Wait until you're 30.

No need for insults.

You should pay your Lulù for a job well done.

Am I right?

The truth is the truth.

There's nothing else.

EVERY HOUR IS AN HOUR OF OUR LIVES

Comrades!

Your assembly decreed two-hour strikes to regulate piecework.

The three unions together urge you to ignore all provocations.

Workers!

A two-hour strike won't fix the issue.

Come with me. - Workers, don't be fooled!

No, no, no! No more provocations!

...turn it into your place of power!

What's with all the police? It's just a peaceful strike!

We're here to guarantee the right to work.

Then why the riot gear?

Comrades, don't fall for provocations

from either the police or the extremists!

The masters have summoned their class police!

They want war, and they will have it!

We must fight!

Unite against your masters' oppression!

Workers! Follow the example

of your comrades who already stand with us!

A two-hour strike is useless!

We must strike all day and all night!

Better to work as a janitor!

For 106,000 liras a month...

I'll end up dying here! Dying! - What are you playing at?

Nobody's going in today. Not even the directors.

But the police are here!

The police is always there.

Some traitor always calls it. - Right!

The factory only works if we're in there.

If we're out here, why should the directors go in?

Right, right.

But it's not the time nor the place for violence.

It's never the time to fight for you!

Not with the masters, not with the cops!

You know, I still can't pin you down.

We'll do our daily strikes until our demands are met.

Is that clear? - The assembly said two hours.

Not a revolution! Two hours!

Whose side are you on? - I'm with the majority!

What we all decided! - The directors are not going in today!

Let's go.

Form picket lines here.

Form picket lines here!

Comrade security officers, at your stations.

Comrade workers!

The worker-student committee

urges you to fight for the abolition of piecework!

No one shall enter, not even the directors!

Keep them outside, to brave the cold with us!

These directors, the willing architects of your exploitation...

Comrade workers!

Picket lines are the working class's strength!

A manifestation of class discipline!

Every single one of you must picket!

Let scabs crash against a wall of worker unity!

Let them come out of their cars!

Move, move! Disperse! Let them through!

Let us see their faces!

Let them show themselves!

God, they'll climb in here.

I hate, hate violence.

Workers united! Let no one through!

Wait, where are you going?

It's dangerous!

Come down here. Down, you leech.

Come here, I'll bite your ear off.

What are you going in there for?

Why are you going in? - Not my ears!

What are you going in there for?

Give me... Give me the megaphone.

Speak. Tell everyone!

Why are you going in? - I'm not going!

You're not? - I'm not going.

Oh. Well, you stay here then!

Stay here. Stay here with us!

He's staying with us, he's not...

He's not going in! He's staying with us.

He's staying.

Come on, lift him up!

Let's show the others he's not going!

Tell them you're not going!

Stay back! Stay back!

Back up, back up!

Stay back!

Calm down!

You must remain calm!

I'm telling you for your sake!

Calm down, calm down!

Morning, engineer. There's a bit of a commotion.

Don't worry, it's just a strike.

Come on through, we'll guarantee your...

Go, go.

Boss. Boss!

Boss, don't do this to me!

Oh! Watch out, Lulù! - Help!

Help me!

Murderer!

Watch out, Lulù! Watch out!

Get down from there!

Move, come on!

Move!

Lulù! - Leave me be, leech!

Why are you following me?

I'm an employee! A scab!

I've got nothing to do with this! I'm on your side!

Murderers!

Who's there? - Who do you think?

Are you alone? - Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Here. Take this bag.

Get inside, come on.

You got into a fight again, didn't you?

What...?

Come on in.

This is my woman.

She works at a hairdresser's salon.

These are the comrades.

They're what?

Students.

Arturo...

Leave him be, he might learn something.

He's a student too, isn't he? - Arturo!

Out!

We ran like hell. - House full of strangers...

I bet they stole something.

There. My dog brooch.

At least we're seeing someone... - Sure! Wonderful people!

You should hear them talk, it's gibberish.

My dog brooch is missing.

Which one? - The one with the puppy!

It's right there.

They're on the run.

You brought those bums so you don't have to be with me.

Don't be like that.

Don't do your usual.

And take this off your head.

Come on. Follow me.

Who's there? - It's me!

Come in.

Yo.

We're super hungry. - Hi, hi!

The engineer had a breakdown and got committed.

It's in all the papers! In the crime section!

Where's the kitchen?

Eight policemen wounded. Twenty of ours.

Are you making sandwiches?

Hey, they got your picture!

Now the cops'll be after you.

What's the word in town? - The enemy is defeated, beaten!

Lidia. Behave. - No, that's enough!

Listen, I forgot to tell you...

The fugitives, here, will stay for a couple nights.

I can't see!

Right! Move away from the TV.

Are there any eggs? - No, we're all out.

The theory is sound. Struggle breeds unity.

If we had a strong revolutionary party...

we'd reach the tipping point in a matter of months.

The workers are ready to rule.

Forget piecework.

Right! Did you hear that?

"The workers!" Who, this guy?

He's good for nothing!

I know the real workers. Communism, as if!

Listen...

Be a dear, go ask a neighbour for a couple eggs.

Get them yourself. There's your communism.

What's that now?

That's what you people do. - Go get eggs!

What will you do once you're in power?

What?

Chase the masters away! It's obvious.

What would you be without masters?

You'd be homeless!

Look at all they've given us.

You're set for life thanks to them! - What are you saying? Stop talking!

No, let her speak.

She has cut-outs of Agnelli's pictures!

Let's hear her out. - Why did she stop?

I can't even speak, now?

Let's hear it. - Freedom of speech!

There's your communism, your freedom!

I'll speak, alright. I'll never be a communist.

Never!

I want freedom, understood?

And I like mink furs.

That's right. Mink!

And one day I'll buy some, because I deserve it.

Got it? I work too! I've worked since I was 12.

And I'm good at it! - You poor thing.

Arturo!

Go, Arturo. Go to mummy.

She'll get nice furs for you, too.

Ask Agnelli, if it's furs you want.

And to think she's just as exploited.

You poor thing!

It's no wonder, really.

It just proves our analysis.

Such contradictions are typical of families like this one.

The average worker is exploited in the factory

but their home life is modelled after TV's examples.

Newspapers, magazines, cinema...

They live in poverty and squalor

while imitating their own exploiters.

Mum, why are we leaving? - Because I say so!

What are you doing? What are you...

No, come on, leave that be. - I'm leaving!

Put that back.

Put that back. - Leave me, I said!

Is that how you thank me for all my forgiveness?

That's a different story!

I'll get you your furs... - Jacket, Arturo.

Stop it. Go back to your... - I didn't say a thing!

Remember...

Tell your mother. What did I say tonight?

What did I say? Did I say a single thing?

Come, Arturo! - You always make me look bad.

I can't take this anymore!

Arturo, come!

Stay. Stay here with me. Stay with me and the students.

He's not your father!

Not the kid! Not him! - You idiot!

The... The kid...

Drop the act, you hypocrite!

Go. Go with your mum.

Lulù!

Always making me look bad.

Stop crying. He just pretends to love you.

What about all the times he hit you?

Stop it!

She's going to call the police. - Don't be ridiculous.

She's not calling anyone. - She's a dangerous reactionary.

I think she's calling the cops.

No, she...

She votes Christian Democrat, but she's alright.

You know her, tell them.

It's better if we leave. - No, come on!

Come on!

Guys...

No hard feelings, Lulù.

To Oreste's place, then. - Yeah, Oreste's.

See you at Oreste's!

Now then.

It's 7:45.

Go back to work in orderly fashion.

But remember, watch out for provokers.

Don't play to the masters' tune!

The next workers' assembly will be held in the mass hall

with the three unions' representatives in attendance.

Thank you.

Watch out for provokers!

Don't fall for the unions' blackmail!

The unions are the masters' sycophants!

They want reforms!

But the answer to the masters' violence

is revolutionary violence!

Sabotage their production!

Refuse to work!

Workers! Don't let yourselves be fooled...

Stop. You can't come in. Stop right there.

What do you mean, I can't?

We have a letter for you. - What letter?

Why can't I go in? - Calm down!

There's a letter for you. Come with us.

They're not letting me in!

Let's hold an assembly.

There, see the results of your extremism?

There's the fruit of your actions. He's left out in the street!

A worker needs to work!

Enough! Go away!

I won't do anything. I won't do anything!

Don't worry, comrade Massa. We have your back.

See this?

I lost my job!

First they run me over!

Then they fire me!

I'm being targeted!

They want me dead!

Go on strike!

Go on strike! Workers! Comrades!

Let's go on strike!

Assembly!

If the rich lose their jobs, they go fishing in Cortina!

Where's a worker like me supposed to go?

Huh? Where should I go?

Where do folks like us go?

To school?

To the theatre?

To the graveyard?

To fuck ourselves?

Back to our mums?

Where do we go?

Where? Where do we go?

Where?

Where?

Where's the tiny bearded guy?

Pisacane High School. - At school? Why?

I lost my job.

Lulù! Lulù!

What got into you?

Come on, man. Did you lose your marbles?

What got into you?

And to think you were the engineer's pet.

Did you go insane?

Off! Off! - Calm down, Lulù.

Go get yourself looked at!

There are doctors in the city!

Go get some sleep! - Go away, Lulù.

Massa, Massa!

Listen.

The assembly is dragging on...

But don't lose hope. - Tell me, will they strike?

Wait until the shift ends. - Back in! Go!

Wait for me outside. Don't worry!

Shift's end, Massa!

Shift's end.

What's the verdict? Is it good?

How is it? - Listen, Lulù...

The assembly rejected your proposal of a non-stop strike.

Now we... - Rejected the proposal?

We'll try again, talk to the workers.

Maybe they will come around. - Yeah, right...

The assembly voted to stick to the plan, you see?

You know them, you know how they are. - Yeah.

Lulù, we're trying to regulate piecework.

Not start a revolution.

We're trying to keep our heads down, but you're doing cartwheels.

Each time we go on strike, it's not just the owners' loss.

We're losing money too!

Money, money!

Look here.

The 10,000 for my son's alimony.

Here you go. All done.

But give him this letter too.

So Armandino can frame it.

"Rejected the proposal"...

I don't want this money.

He needs it! Go give it to him.

Lulù!

Lulù, I swear.

The union will defend you to the bitter end.

Who cares?

Just be careful.

Help us help you.

Try to understand. - I don't care.

Isolation is dangerous, Lulù.

Take care.

I have to go back in now. You stay calm.

The high school is under occupation.

Right now, its students are talking

about fundamental issues in their lives.

They are talking about politics.

Their esteemed parents are encouraged to step back.

Please return to your homes.

Go sit in front of the TV.

Go argue with your housemaids.

May I? Please let me through.

That guy knows me.

I'm from BAN. I lost my job, I lost my finger.

Remember me?

Where should I go? - There, in the back.

Why can he go through? Why him?

NO MORE REPRESSION

KEEP COPS OUT OF SCHOOLS

Are you supposed to be students too?

We're Sicilian immigrants.

YES TO DEMOCRACY, NO TO AUTHORITARIANISM

Hey!

Hey, it's Lulù. It's me.

It's me.

Did you hear? I lost my job.

I know, I know.

He knows... But you're here, sleeping.

Why weren't you there?

We can't be everywhere.

You could've come. - I do what I can.

There's few of us.

Yesterday, it was factories.

Today, schools.

Maybe tomorrow it's the South, with farmers.

In an asylum, with Militina.

Our work is aimed at igniting contradictions.

To change our way of life.

You changed mine. I lost my job.

So long as you obeyed your master, no one touched you.

Then you open your eyes, and you're fucked.

But you must've known.

It's hardly news.

I'm not dumb.

Even I know how the world goes.

Tell you what, now...

Bring all these students in front of the factory.

We are divided.

And we are few.

Few...

I need to eat. Eat, get it?

You can always find something.

I won't beg for spare change.

Pretend I said nothing.

I'll just...

hustle harder!

It's all the same!

Your case is singular.

Personal.

That's not what we're interested in.

We look at class dynamics.

You want to get personal? Do you?

Wanna hear about me? - What do I care about you?

Look at my face.

I'm 30. Look at the state I'm in.

I still haven't graduated. - Don't yell.

I only took three exams.

I have gum disease.

Well, I got paint poisoning!

And I have gum disease!

Massa, where were you? - Why are you here?

We were waiting for you. - Hands off!

What am I supposed to do now?

I don't give a shit what you do.

Do whatever you want.

There's a million ways to live.

Maybe try changing, huh?

Change. Don't live the way you're used to.

Or stay here with us.

You're unemployed. You're free to do whatever.

There's always food somewhere.

You could even be a full-time activist.

Listen...

Look, I don't like jokers. And don't touch.

Massa, you'll get rehired. - Look, I...

I already made my choice, and...

I know what I have to do.

Goodbye.

All the best.

Bye again.

Massa, why won't you stay? - You're a student.

I am, that's right.

You're a student...

I work to pay for my studies. - ...or you're a cop.

Don't be ridiculous!

Are you a student too, now? - Who, me?

A schoolgirl... - Why?

Listen, why don't you...

Let me go, come on. - Why won't you stay?

"Student," my ass.

Your place is with us students.

We students got results at BAN. - A worker fends for himself.

You had nothing at the factory before us.

Don't be like that. - I'm off to Switzerland!

You can't leave like this.

We'll have to fight to get your job back.

Why leave?

Don't isolate yourself, stay with us.

It's what's best for you. It's...

Ah, screw you.

Arturo.

Arturo!

Hi, Lulù!

You look like little factory workers!

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

I'm here. I came to see you.

I'm glad.

Mum...

never comes to pick me up.

I always go home alone.

Well, I came to see you.

Do the math.

What about your son, Armando?

Is he with you?

I haven't seen him in a while.

One of these days we'll go out together.

I don't know if mum will let me go with you...

She's got a temper on her.

What is she saying about me now?

She always says, "That bum!"

Then she starts crying.

Why do you always yell?

Are you happy with me?

Yes.

You look like little workers.

Which way are you going?

I'm going that way.

I'm going this way. Bye.

See you!

Yeah.

Bye.

The storm that raged over the Atlantic

is slowly moving towards Kazakhstan.

It's been pissing it down for two days over all of Lombardy.

A hundred dead, ten missing. - Not so bad.

Vieri, Burgnich, Facchetti, Suárez, Amarildo, Lodetti.

How's your dog? - He's fine.

If you furrow your brow...

a scheme will come to you.

Wow.

If you want to go mad...

Trust me.

You must go back to the factory.

That's where I went mad... the factory!

Down with this wall!

Wall!

Wall... Down!

Down!

Wall, down.

Down!

Down.

Yes, let's hit the wall. Let's hit the wall!

Tear it down!

I brought what we talked about.

The wall...

Wall, wall...

Wall...

Massa, we got our first victory!

The engineer got transferred!

Lulù! Lulù!

Lulù, we know you're there!

Come out! - Open up! Come out!

Lulù, what are you doing in there alone?

Come out, come back to work.

Don't play into the unions' hands.

Lulù, the comrades need you!

Massa, you're an icon now.

You must come. The comrades are all waiting!

30% of office workers went on strike with us today!

You have to come with us, in front of the gates!

Lulù.

You must join the fight if you want your job back.

Come out, man!

Everything must go.

Clearance sale.

Switzerland...

Emigrants...

"Emigrants."

Go, go. Emigrate.

Pair of lovers...

8,500 liras.

Lucky if I get 1,500 for it.

Two days of work.

Gilded table...

with foreign print on maiolica.

30 hours of work.

5,000 liras.

Clown picture.

Ten hours.

24,000.

Sell it for 5,000.

The Betrothed audiobook...

10,000 in Switzerland, 15,000 in Milan.

Impossible to sell.

Crystal vase...

with plastic almond flowers.

5,000 liras.

This thing...

is bad luck, too.

Assorted beasts...

Won them.

All profit.

If I find the guy who came up with all this stuff...

"The Kitchen Wizard."

"Can opener, mayo whipper, knife sharpener."

"Magic Moments".

"The magic of candle light for a lifetime of candle light...

with Ronson candles".

Shut the hell up.

If I catch the guy that comes up with this stuff...

Drives me nuts.

Four alarm clocks.

I have four alarm clocks. Why?

Look at this museum.

It's a museum.

Where did I put it?

Bills, memories...

One day I'll throw myself in here too.

With all the rest. Fucking cow.

Search. Search.

There they are.

My stocks.

My company stocks.

"Stocks."

Stocks, my ass.

One day I'll throw myself in here...

Like a mummy.

Get in. Get in!

Fucking thing.

What are you, spying on me?

You spying on me?

Falling down, too?

Are you playing ghost?

Trying to scare me?

You trying to scare me?

Why were you spying on me?

I'll tear you apart!

You spyin' on me? I'll kill you. I'll break you in two.

I'll kill you! I'll tear you apart.

There. There! There you go.

There you go! There you go!

There! There! There!

He's spying on me. Spying!

What are you lookin' at?

Look, Mum. My Scrooge popped.

Wall...

The wall...

Lulù.

Arturo.

Wall.

The wall...

Who's there? - It's us. Open up!

Is your dad home? - Yes, he is.

Then wake him up, hurry. Tell him it's important.

What's going on? - There's a man.

Down! Down with this wall! Down with...

Lulù, there's someone!

They want to talk to you. - Why did you let them in?

They said it's important. - Who is it?

What?

Dunno, a couple guys.

Well, come in.

Sorry to intrude...

Come on, Dad, put a robe on.

Who is it?

Who's there? - Come to the living room.

He'll be right with you.

Thank you. - Take a seat.

Lulù, we did it. We did it, you hear?

You got rehired. You can come back to work.

It's true. We signed at 2am.

We got everything! On piecework, too.

Your role was pivotal.

Well? Aren't you happy?

I'm happy.

Fancy some grappa?

Well? Didn't I tell you?

I said we would do it, didn't I.

Right. You told me.

It's all thanks to union cooperation.

In our province, you're the first man to be rehired...

Thank you.

...after being fired for political motives.

It's important.

Damn! I'm the first?

What about Militina?

Who's Militina?

It's an old story. - They didn't rehire him.

They didn't bring him back.

Those were different times.

We're stronger now, more aware.

They fear us now, Lulù.

Right? They fear us.

Lulù.

See? Are you happy?

Dunno.

You too, come in.

Come in, Bassi.

Coffee? Should I put some on?

Well... cheers.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

Is it all true?

Of course it is.

Comrade workers!

We've achieved victory on our two stated goals.

Massa's rehiring, and piecework regulation.

But the fight isn't over.

It goes on, in all sectors!

Monitor your work times!

Your fight...

...still dark!

Today, after eight hours of forced labour

you'll emerge into the dark of night!

The sun won't...

Aren't you happy? - Yeah, yeah...

I'm happy for you. - Yeah, yeah, me too.

...if your master allows it!

Workers, rise up!

What you gained today is not thanks to the unions

but to your own will to fight!

Fight alongside us students!

Your immediate goal is and always will be:

Everything, now!

Everything, now!

Work, you slaves!

Work, you slaves!

Work! Work, slaves! You big ol' slaves!

You were naughty! You were sent to the assembly line.

Fate's an odd thing.

I was in my bed, dreaming...

Hey, are you listening? I'm talking to you!

What?

I was dreaming. - Dreaming of what?

A wall.

What did you dream of?

What are they talking about? I can't hear!

What? - Massa dreamed of a wall!

He dreamed of a ball!

Massa's balls?

I dreamed of a wall...

I was...

I was dead, right? - Who?

I was dead! - Dead?

Massa dreamed he was dead!

Who died?

Dead and buried...

and Militina popped up!

Massa died, in a dream! - Militina?

What happened with Militina? - He said...

Work, you! - But Naples wants to know!

He says he died! - Who, Militina?

Militina died! - Militina died in the nuthouse.

No, he's not really dead!

So Militina said...

He yelled... - What did Militina say?

Militina was yelling!

He says, "Let's tear it down and go in!"

"Go in?"

Yeah! Let's tear it all down and occupy heaven!

What?

What? - What?

What? - What?

What?

I don't know, that's what he said!

There's a wall, and heaven's on the other side.

He goes, "Let's go and break in."

And I go, "Well, I ain't seen nothing."

"I ain't seen nothing."

Then... It's an awful sight. Just awful.

Like, there was a guy with his head and body 30 feet apart.

Awful scene, I can't shake it.

And boom, against the wall!

Boom, against the wall! Boom, against the wall!

Boom, against the wall! Boom, against the wall!

And hey! The wall fell down!

It fell down! The wall fell down.

Right, but what was there? Tell us!

Behind the wall?

There was fog.

What fog? - Fog.

What fog?

Alright, but inside the fog?

At first, nothing. Then I started looking...

and I saw...

Militina. - What?

Militina! - Who's Militina?

Some guy at the nuthouse!

Then I saw a factory worker...

Some idiot missing a finger.

And I said, "Who's that?"

"Wait... That's me!"

Holy crap!

Then you guys all started popping up, one by one!

Oh, was I there too?

We were all there!

We were all there, in the brick dust, in the fog!

We were there!

But what does it mean?

"What does it mean?" 3, 6, 42.

Play those lotto numbers. - Hey, Naples! 6, 7, 42!

What? - 6, 7, 42!

Man, he's slow on the uptake.

"What does it mean"...

It means if a wall needs tearing down, we tear it down!

"What does it mean"... Get a load of this guy!

He's slow in the head!

What does it mean...

I got it, Massa!

Good for you, I still don't get who you are.

I want to tear down that wall, that's who I am!

Was I there? - Dunno, maybe.

Yeah? - Yeah, yeah.

Where? Where was I?

Inside the fog? - Yes!

I was in the fog in heaven!

Wait, why is heaven foggy?

Was I there? - I don't know, man!

I don't dream by piecework!

Ah, what do I care?

You go have a better dream, then!

Was I there, in the nuthouse? - Look, I wasn't there either.

Nobody was! - Was I behind the wall?

Pretend I said nothing!

THE WORKING CLASS GOES TO HEAVEN