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What is happening?

What is all this?

This is too much.

I've only been away five weeks.

What a beautiful one.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Ah, Mrs. Campbell.

Welcome home.

We got to see the mail.

She's well again.

Did I receive letters?

Yes.

- Bills, catalog... - From America?

A postcard from...

From America?

Yes, three.

Bring the bags.

Dear Carla, it's all set.

I can't wait to see you and our darling, Gia.

I can hardly believe I've got an 18-year-old daughter I've never seen.

Dearest, the excitement is almost unbearable.

I'm finally to see you and my lovely daughter, Gia.

What a beautiful name.

Gia.

Carla, baby.

Isn't it great after all these years?

But I'm gonna meet that daughter of ours for the first time.

Imagine me, Phil Norman with an Italian daughter.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

It's over.

The end of everything.

What?

What is it?

All these years.

No one knows.

Not one person even suspected.

Not even you.

Now it's all through.

No, you know everything!

General!

What's this all about, General?

You see, the men of this squadron fell in love with a little...

... town called San Forino when they were there during the war.

So instead of blowing lots of money on reunions

every year, they put it all into a fund.

And this year, they've come back with their

wives and kids to give the town a new chapel.

You might see these fellows wanted to make sure they'd never be forgotten.

Then that's me pregnant.

What could I do?

But...

Three fathers?

Yes, three fathers.

How could such a thing happen?

You weren't here during the war.

You don't know how it was that last summer.

My papa had just died.

I was all alone, 16 years old.

Every day more and more soldiers came to the American Air Base.

Soon there was no more room.

So they had to put them in the houses of people.

In every house, two or three men.

But my house was very small.

Just room for one man.

So... they sent the one man.

A young sergeant.

Walter... Walter Braddock.

So sweet, so shy.

A little boy.

Petey!

Petey, baby!

20 years. How are you, Pete?

I saw it as big as that.

You put a little weight, I see.

Yeah, don't tell me.

It's a money belt.

Still, the life of the party.

You bring the wife?

I begged, and I begged.

But she came anyway.

Hey, Finsey!

Say hello to Pete.

Hello, Mrs. Braddock.

Hi.

Sarge hasn't changed much, has he?

Still a million laughs.

Oh yeah, he's a regular Mardi Gras all year round.

Beautiful, isn't he?

Beautiful.

Shy, sweet Walter.

For a week, we were alone in a little house.

Two children. Lonely and frightened.

We clung to each other.

We comforted the each other.

But then he was sent away to fight.

And the poor little sparrow was left all alone.

Until the next day, when Phil moved in.

Oh, Phil, fear no woman.

Happy Capri Field.

With a head of wavy hair that fell over his eyes every time he laughed.

Five years you've been eating chocolate bars, tuck on your nose, miss your mouth!

What do you want me to do?

Put it back on the kid's mouth.

But you're going to get your jacket dirty.

Will you stop worrying about it?

Honey, why don't you go to the customs?

I'll call a hotel and make sure they put in an extra bed for Bruce.

You better take Buddy with you.

He has to go.

Why didn't he go on a plane?

He went on the plane over the Azores.

Why can't he go by himself?

No, please, don't reject him.

He'll twitch.

All right, come on, let's go.

Me too, Daddy and me.

Why not?

Everybody will go family plan.

Follow me.

The pride piper at the men's room.

We were just children.

Alone and terrified.

But then he'd too flown away.

And I thought my heart would break.

It would have if they hadn't moved in Justin.

Justin?

Yes, Justin.

He was a pilot. Wild, reckless, and gypsy out of the night.

Don't look now, but I've just had my bottom pinched.

Welcome to sunny Italy.

Do I acknowledge it in some way?

Just turn the other cheek.

Thanks for remembering it's still there.

Oh, we're not going to play that record again, are we?

Look, I'm going to call and confirm the reser...

So soon, do you?

I'm going to confirm the reservation.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Just go right ahead and confirm any little thing that needs confirming.

While you're out, check on the rooms, too.

Always got that ban at fakes, haven't you?

It's never stopped you from slipping past the century, has it?

Welcome to sunny Italy.

He was an officer.

It was like magic.

He would bring me eggs, chocolate and soup.

Oh, I love that American soup.

Justin was alive and exciting, but sometimes he got sad, just like the others.

So we comforted each other.

So much comfort for such a young girl.

They came into my life.

They went out of my life.

Three weeks later, I found I was going to have a baby.

So I wrote to each one and told my condition.

And each one wrote back the same thing.

Don't you worry, sweetheart, baby.

I'll take care of you.

and they did.

They sent me a check each month ever since.

Ever since.

For 20 years, you received a check every month.

For 20 years, I received three checks every month.

And you still don't know the father of your child?

Of course, I know him.

I just don't know who he is.

- Hey lieutenant, how are you? - Hey sergeant, nice to see.

I'm just... checking out my reservations.

Oh, yeah.

Me, too.

Excuse me.

But your husband, the brave captain Campbell, which one was he?

There was no husband.

There was no captain.

The name.

I actually came.

- Where did you get? - From the soup.

You name yourself a soup?

I had to.

The only other American name I knew was Coca-Cola.

I couldn't call myself Mrs. Coca-Cola.

Everything you made up... the name... the husband.

But not the baby.

That I didn't make up.

My little Gia, for her I needed a name.

A father, respect.

You don't know this town.

How the fat fingers used to point.

The "Alley cat" they used to call me.

To these people, I'm going to tell I got a child with no husband.

And could be anyone of three fathers?

No, I don't tell them anything.

Let those fat cows go...

...jump in the snow and float around.

Calm yourself.

I'm a lady now.

As good as anybody.

I had my baby in Florence.

And when I came back, I was wearing widow's clothes.

And I was mourning for my dear, dead, rich American husband.

Captain Soup.

Yes.

And how different it was.

Now it's Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell.

How is your daughter in a fine school in Switzerland, Mrs. Campbell?

Buona Sera this...

... Buona Sera that!

Everybody tells me, Buona Sera.

Everybody, but the Contessa!

Not once.

She ever said my name.

But she does.

She doesn't know.

Of course she does not know.

She's the one person who must never know.

She will ever find out.

Who is it?

What do you want?

Carla, baby.

Is that you?

This is me.

Oh, it's you.

It's so good to hear your voice again.

Which one is it?

I don't know.

Who are you?

I'm at the airport and I've only got a minute.

Is there a right to talk?

I mean, Gia, she's not in a room, is she?

Oh, no, not in the room.

But you did bring her back from Geneva.

Of course.

Does she have any idea who I am?

Nobody has any idea who you are.

And look, we're gonna stay in Rome tonight.

And we're going to take the bus up in the morning.

Be there around.

Five o'clock.

Tomorrow, at five.

Ciao, baby.

Ciao.

Tomorrow, he'll be here five o'clock.

What will you tell him?

Nothing.

I won't be here.

But you will tell him.

Mrs. Campbell had to leave.

She and her daughter both to see her poor sick aunt.

But the aunt is better.

She loves me. She gets sick again.

Hello?

Oh, Amore.

Carla.

Carla, darling.

All I've thought about for weeks is you.

A tiny white house.

A delightful little white room where we used to.

It's as though the years have melted away.

I can see you standing there.

What I'm trying to say is...

I want two rooms, two bars and a shower.

Thank you.

What did this one want?

The same as before, except with two rooms, two bars and a shower.

Oh, put me down.

Carla.

Somebody's going somewhere?

I am.

But you just came back.

What business is that of yours?

Well, I only thought.

You are not paid to think.

But the Americans are coming.

All the friends of your poor brave husband.

Don't you want to see them?

Vittorio.

You are so hard, so unfeeling.

You don't see how painful it would be for me to meet them all again.

Just when the scars of my grief are beginning to heal.

Beginning? It's been 20 years!

How do you know how long it takes scars to heal?

What are you? A doctor?

A professor of scar-healing?

Maybe you are right, Mrs. Campbell.

But the Americans don't arrive until tomorrow.

Late.

Why drive through the treacherous mountains in the dark?

It's a good night's sleep in your own bed.

In the morning, when you are fresh, then you can go off and heal your scars.

It's been five weeks.

Oh, honey, as soon as the room is made up, put the kids to bed.

I'll get them something by tea.

Like what?

Like apples.

Apples.

Gee, honey, it's three-thirty, New York time.

They don't have a little by tea before they go to bed.

I know there's a little place under Via Anatole.

Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll come with you.

Didn't you hear what I just said?

It's three-thirty, New York time.

You should be in bed.

I don't want to go to bed the same time he does.

Why not?

I'm older.

What difference does that make?

I'm older than your mother.

I go to bed the same time.

I bet it wasn't easy at first.

You hear that?

I feel... let's not have discussions the whole trip.

If the boy wants to go with you, you take him with you.

Surely.

They got streetwalkers here.

What's the difference?

All you're buying is apples.

I want to see the streetwalkers.

Yeah, me too.

You hear that?

Sex criminals were raising.

I'll streetwalk you right into bed.

You go with your father.

You're spoiling this child.

Phil, don't raise your voice.

You'll leave emotional scars.

Come on.

Man about town.

Hello.

Yes.

A room.

I'm wrong.

No, of course not.

How could I go to sleep?

Did I heard from you?

It's gonna be tough at my thought.

There's a posse following me.

Surely in the three kids.

Nobody's letting me out of his sight.

Whatever you want to do, I wouldn't understand.

I'm so excited. I can hardly wait...

... until tomorrow then.

Ciao, Carissimo!

Who was that?

Who was what?

On the phone.

It was nothing.

It was the operator.

Carissimo!

I can hardly wait.

Must be quite an operator.

Who was it?

It was Gia.

Gia called.

Oh, yes, from Rome.

With a baritone voice.

Now I see it all.

Every month, a visit to Florence.

And then coming back with the fancy gifts.

You never went to Florence.

It was too long to him.

Florence.

To collect the check for my poor husband's family.

You know that.

I know nothing.

All these years.

From the day I came here from Bordeaux.

What do I know?

Each day I'm dirt under the feet of fine Mrs. Campbell.

Just her expert on grapes.

That's not all your expert at.

Oh, no.

At night, when no one can see it.

Then it's different.

Then it's all we thought, "Oh I love you!"

Vittoria, your eyes are the only eyes.

Your ears, your only nose in the world, Vittorio!

Now I find there's another nose somewhere.

Who is he?

A banker?

Some dried-up little prune with his cigar and a belly.

Nobody.

There is no other man.

It's true.

In all my life no one has ever laid a hand

...on me except you and the fathers of my child. - Fathers?

The father.

You made me so nervous.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Now come back to bed.

No, thank you.

For the fine Mrs. Campbell, I'm too low-class.

Come to bed, it's late.

Oh yes, I'm low-class.

But that one, what upper-class he must be to make you leave tomorrow.

When the Americans come.

When Gia comes.

When Gia comes.

Yes, like she said in the postcard.

What postcard?

From Gia, it came last week.

Rosa.

Rosa.

Rosa.

Rosa.

What's he done to you, this pig?

Was there a postcard from Gia?

Yes, I told you and you threw it in the fireplace.

It was thoughtful of you...

... to write me about the reunion.

I can't wait to meet all my father's American friends.

I will arrive first day afternoon.

I cannot leave.

If Gia's coming, I cannot leave.

You had to write and tell her?

What's the tragedy?

Didn't go three years to school, suddenly he's a writer.

Mr. journalist.

Who offered you to conduct a correspondence with my daughter?

Somebody had to write. After all, she has no father.

The one thing she's not short of is fathers.

I don't understand.

Gia shouldn't meet the Americans?

No.

She shouldn't be proud to stand up and say I'm Gia Campbell.

The daughter of your brave captain?

No, you idiot!

You're ridiculous, stupid ass.

Shall I tell you why?

Because there was no brave captain.

There was no captain at all.

Then what was there?

One lieutenant, one sergeant and a corporal.

Tell him.

I don't know why people bring kids along on a trip like this.

Did you see that kiddie shot at right in my ear.

Fine manners!

Would do you hold it down?

That's the way kids are.

How would you know?

Father of the Year.

You keep reminding us.

Mr. Fertility symbol.

One of these days, I'll give you a surprise.

The third land of bull.

One of these days, you might just be surprised.

Yeah, I bet.

Margarita!

Superman!

All right, Superman! That'll do.

Hey, Charlie!

I'd perfectly get drowned around here and all you care...

Oh, come on. Will you, honey?

Teresa.

Maria.

Silvano.

Luigi, Francesca.

And this is Antonio, Giuseppe.

Come down.

Hi!

No!

Something must be wrong.

I'm going to call the school.

That's Gia.

Vittorio.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Rosa.

Gia.

Mama.

Oh, Gia, my baby.

I was so worried. What took you so long?

Where did you get the car?

It belongs to a friend of mine.

Isn't it sweet?

Beautiful. We'll talk later.

He's a very special friend.

There's something I want to tell you.

- Something very... - You'll tell me on the way.

Are we going somewhere?

Yes, but Mama, how can we? The Americans are here.

We haven't even seen them.

Gia, my baby.

How can I make you understand?

I cannot see them.

Don't you see, my darling.

You're poor sweet father. He died.

They lived.

How could I stop myself from hating them?

Why do the best always have to go first?

Oh, Mama.

Of course, you mustn't stay.

Then quickly, darling.

Let's go quickly.

No, Mama, not me.

You go. You must. But there's no reason for me to leave.

- Gia. - These were my father's friends.

There are so many questions I want to ask about him.

What he was like, what he thought, what he felt.

I want to find out everything there is to know.

Take the bags in the house.

You're not going to go?

My place is with you, darling.

When you're asking all these questions.

Oh, Mama.

You wait over there with the girls there.

I'll just pick up the bags.

See you in a moment, man.

All right.

How about there, Rosina?

Did you catch that?

Pretty nice.

Still built like a national monument.

Boy, we used to light up the sky.

Someone else hates to leave Scorch marks.

You're going to say it.

You better believe it.

Wish I could get away, but I brought my own MP with me.

You still haven't learned how to get over the wall?

Now you listen to me, good.

Two magic words.

Beauty shop.

Beauty shops?

What do you mean, beauty shop?

You get your lady to get a shampoo and set.

You've got one hour.

Cut, shampoo and set.

You've got an hour and a half. Free and clear.

And a manicure.

You've got another 40-50 minutes.

Depending on the condition of the cuticles.

Gee.

Maybe I can get them to pull a tooth.

Why are you tiring yourself out doing that?

I hear they have a wonderful beauty parlor right here in San Forino.

And to what do I owe this sudden burst of solicitude?

We have to start somewhere, dear.

Well, that's lucky.

The Porter said that they could probably take me right away.

Actually, the beauty parlor is only about...

... the corner, so it shouldn't take me too long.

Excuse me.

What happened to my clothes?

I thought you might like them pressed.

They'll be back at 6.30.

Well, arrivederci!

Arrivederci!

Not sure, Annie.

I've never told you when to get your hair done.

I still say you ought to go to the beauty parlor.

What the hell do you think I brought a wig for?

for sitting in some steamy little beauty shop?

I got such a headache from all those screaming brats.

Should've stayed home.

And I was sorry it would've been missed by one and all.

Why don't you turn blue, Fatso.

Oh, honey.

Why is it we can't go more than six words without having a beef?

After all, whether I ask you to do.

Take my laundry down to the river and powder with rocks.

All I want for you is to go to the beauty parlor, so you look very special.

And you know why.

Because you are very special to me.

I bought a wig.

Oh, honey.

Somewhere in Mexico, there's a little bald-headed old lady walking around.

I want them to love your hair, not hers.

That is the wrong thing.

Who else we got for each other, right?

Yeah, I know.

I'll make it like another honeymoon.

Or sunshine and bananas.

So you call the beauty parlor, huh?

Sure.

Beautiful.

Later.

Let's go, daddy.

Where, where?

What "Let's go"?

Mom said you'd charge where you fought the war.

What?

- Mommy said? - Come on, you guys, daddy's ready.

Why are you calling them?

Where do you get to see a new country, and a whole new culture the same time.

And you know what I'm really looking forward to.

Is that, uh, our precious tour in Florence tomorrow?

I hear you can pick up the most beautiful marvelous bargains there.

Really, what are you interested in?

Painting or sculpture.

Bedroom slippers.

They do this flaunting leather work, up there.

I mean, you could die from it.

Why don't you go up there with me tomorrow?

I'll try.

Oh, by the way, my name is Shirley Newman.

My husband is Phil.

Phil Newman, he was a corporal here.

I'm Lauren Young.

My husband was Lieutenant, I'm afraid.

Just... Oh, but I bet Phil knows him anyway.

When I get back to the hotel, I just have to ask him... Oh, I don't look now.

And don't let her know that you're looking at her.

But isn't that a young girl, a typical Italian type beauty?

I better warn you, I speak English.

I'm so sorry.

You know, I thought that you belonged to the village.

I do.

I do, but I'm half American.

Oh, then?

My father was in the squadron.

Captain Eddie Campbell.

Really?

I go to school in Switzerland, the American school in Geneva.

Oh, the American school, do you like it?

He was killed just after they were married.

But his family has been supporting us ever since.

They've been marvelous.

What a beautiful story.

It's very touching.

And your mama.

After all these years.

What happened to your poor mama?

This is my mother.

This is mama?

Oh, Mrs. Campbell, excuse me.

I'm Mrs. Newman, and this is Mrs. Young.

How do you do?

Hello.

What a beautiful story.

And your daughter, what a lovely daughter you have.

You know, she's a link.

You know, that's what she is?

She is a living link between the squadron and the village.

All these years, nobody ever knew about it?

Well, it's a very private matter.

Not anymore, it is.

And I'm on the Women's Auxiliary Committee, and

I'm going to see that our people know about this.

Don't, don't bother.

And what's more, I am going to see that they do something about it.

Right.

Thank you.

There is one I told you about from the beauty shop.

Isn't she gorgeous?

Yeah.

Imagine supporting the two of them for all these years.

Must have cost somebody a fortune.

And now we say welcome to the 293rd squadron.

Welcome home.

Yes, this is your home.

Your second home.

For though you lived here, only a short while.

For many of you.

And for all of us, it was a lifetime.

And when you went back to America, we really did not feel that you had gone.

Because so many of you had left a little something of yourselves behind.

It looks like a documentary.

Yeah.

Just pray I get through this night.

Because the morning I take Gia and leave.

Early.

It's strange.

Mama, I can't find one American who's even heard of papa.

How soon they forget.

But don't feel bad.

First thing tomorrow morning, we'll go to see Aunt Celestine, yes?

Aunt Celestine?

She's very sick, I promised.

But Mama, Mama, the Americans are here.

Excuse me darling.

You said you had something to tell me.

We're leaving the morning.

We'll drive and we'll talk, yes?

Alright, Mama.

So now we'll go home.

Well, look who's here.

Mrs. Eddie Campbell.

I'm Walter Braddock.

Oh, you remember Eddie's friend.

- Hello, Mr. Braddock. - Hello, Mrs. Campbell.

You're looking great.

Oh, don't tell me this is Eddie's kid.

My daughter, Gia. Gia, this is Mr. Braddock.

Good evening, Mr. Braddock.

Oh, isn't she beautiful?

Just beautiful.

I'm an old friend of your father's, honey.

A very old friend.

And I look, I don't know... I don't know how you feel about dance with all the

fellas, but... Huh?

I'd love to.

You dance well, Mr. Braddock.

Mr. Braddock?

You dance well.

Yeah.

Hey, twinkle toes.

That's me.

The Noginski Steelmills.

You know, there's where I'm from.

Gary, Indiana.

It's a Polish neighborhood, but I was really bored at Jersey.

Then I moved to Gary when I married Fitzy.

Fitzy, that's my wife.

She's over there, the little redhead.

We got a little bar.

We're doing very nice.

Flaming tortures on the outside.

Neon lights.

We do a great dinner business.

Shrimp cocktails and frog's legs.

Hey, it's classy joint.

That's nice.

This was one of them.

Tell me about him.

Who, your father?

Well, it was just sort of your average nice guy, sort of modest.

Handsome?

Well, it was no movie star or nothing, but

it was just your average nice-looking fella.

Was he tall?

Oh, yeah.

And it will close nice.

That's the word from, Viral.

You must have known him very well.

Well, I'd love to tell you this... that if he was here tonight...

both of you the way I am.

And looking at you... he'd be the proudest guy in the whole world.

Thank you.

Sorry about this afternoon. How is tomorrow?

When?

Morning?

Not worry!

Let me talk.

Fine.

Gia is marvelous.

Thank you.

Ciao.

How can you let him come to the house?

Because I told you I'm not going to be there.

For me to take over, Sergeant.

Thank you, Miss Campbell.

Thank you.

Him, too.

Mm-hmm.

Well, what have you heard already?

Not very much.

I've been told he was a very handsome man.

Well, you?

Handsome, huh?

Well, I guess you could call him handsome, but...

I've also been told that he was a very "viral" man.

Viral!

Now, what else do you know about him?

In the morning, not worry.

Oh, ciao baby.

Tell you how close you are.

Dancing with you is like, well, dancing with my own kid.

Do you enjoy dancing with your own children?

Not too much.

They're boys.

Do you mind I pull rank on you, Corporal?

Take good care of her, Lieutenant.

She is a fine girl.

The third one?

Yes.

Handsome man.

Yes.

He's well-built.

Yes.

He's a fairy.

I must congratulate you, Mrs. Campbell, and your daughter.

A lovely, lovely child.

I forgot to see you tomorrow alone.

When?

I'm gonna be stuck with the kids.

Sometime late in the morning.

Perfect.

I told you.

I'm not going to be there.

What I gather, he and my mother undoubtedly made a very beautiful couple.

They undoubtedly made a very beautiful daughter.

Thank you.

It's been very pleasant.

I hope we meet again.

So do I, Gia.

Good night, good night.

Mama, three of them, and they all knew papa.

Oh, that's nice.

So now we'll go home.

And in the morning, we'll go to see Aunt Celestine.

Oh, must we?

These men have been so wonderful.

Aunt Celestine. An esteemed old lady.

Can we disappoint her?

No.

Good.

So we leave early in the morning.

Come.

Ladies and gentlemen. May I have your attention, please?

Is mama gonna sing?

Who knows?

I have a very important announcement to make.

Oh, just a minute, please.

Uh, Signora, Signora Campbell.

Oh, just a minute, please.

I don't know if any of you know it.

But in this town, there is a lovely, lovely, living

symbol of what this reunion is really all about.

Yes, right here is a beautiful young girl.

The daughter

of a lady of San Forino and a captain in our squadron who died in battle.

Ladies and gentlemen.

May I present Mrs. Carla Campbell and Miss Gia Campbell.

This is a beautiful story that we found out quite by

accident at the beauty parlor this afternoon.

Well, I personally took the information

before the executive committee and a decision

was reached that henceforth, and from now on, our squadron's

chapel will be known as The Eddie Campbell Memorial Chapel.

By the way, I was told by the mayor this afternoon, that under ordinary circumstances,

the Contessa is supposed to accept the plaque at the dedication services tomorrow.

But I am sure that she will want to step aside so that Mrs. Campbell will accept

the plaque herself.

Mrs. Campbell, will you accept?

Well, I...

I will accept.

She will accept.

Why did you do it?

Now you can't leave San Forino.

The three Americans will be here.

Gia will be here.

Well, say something.

Pass the cheese.

How can you eat at a time like this?

If I stop, I'll scream.

But why did you?

That's why I did it for her.

And because of that look and the Contessa's face. Once say my name.

Now she'll see the Eddie Campbell Memorial Chapel until her eyes choke.

She'll find out who Mrs. Campbell is.

Oh, sure, she'll find out.

And Gia will find out.

Whole town will find out.

Oh, you're going to be famous.

Everything is your business.

Instant Committeewoman, private memorials for unknown soldiers.

Why are you making such a thing?

It was a very sweet idea.

Yes, well, maybe the woman's trying to live a private life.

Did she object?

Well, maybe the woman's husbands are own private property, right?

But no, you gotta mix in.

Why?

You got a mouth.

The whole North of Italy can fall in.

Philip, you're making me very angry.

Really?

How would you like every time you walked down

the street to be reminded of your dead husband?

How would I know you never gave me a chance to find out, God forbid?

Very nice.

Very nice for my wife.

I never thought that I would say such a thing to my own husband

with my own children sleeping in the next room.

Sorry, honey.

It's okay, forget it.

I'm sorry.

I did it for you for the good of your squadron.

I know, honey.

I'm sorry.

I only wanted to make you happy.

Surely, darling, it's okay.

No, I'm always thinking of your happiness.

I know, but look, Shirley, you know me by now.

I don't ask for much.

When I wake up in the morning and just find my...

... glasses, that's enough happiness for one day.

Hey.

What kind of an electric toothbrush is this?

It's a water-pick.

I bought it at the airport in New York.

It sprays the gums.

Lucky that I'm not blind.

Every new gadget that comes out, you've got a knife.

Oh, boy, aren't you a bundle of laughs tonight?

What's the matter with you anyway?

You were dull this afternoon.

It was Newman, brought with a big mouth.

Who told her to put her name at a chapel?

What difference does it make to you?

You're not any Campbell.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing, geez!

I'm sorry, honey, it's been a long day.

Yeah.

You know, when you were dancing with that pretty kid, I couldn't help thinking that...

... if we had one of our own, she would have been just about that age.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, you had such a look on your face.

You never let up for a minute, do you?

What did I say?

You had to rub my nose in it, right?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe it's your fault?

That maybe you're the one who can't have any kids?

All right, that's all.

I didn't bring it up, but since you did, let's get one thing straight.

The doctors report say that you're the one who can't have a kid.

Not me.

Well, doctors can be wrong.

Doctors can be wrong.

What are you?

Some kind of a nut? Jekyll and Hyde?

One minute you're a puppy dog, the next minute you're an animal.

Well, I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, too.

Okay, we're here out of the time.

Let's have a good time.

All right, let's have a good time.

What are we doing the morning?

I can't.

You can't, what?

What?

Whatever it is, I can't.

I got a meeting.

All right, then I won't eat.

You won't work.

Whatever it is you can, I won't.

Well, then don't.

Okay, anything you say, just let's have a good time.

All right, let's have a good time.

Okay.

What about tomorrow, Florence?

I'm afraid not.

They put me on the steering committee.

Tomorrow morning's the first meeting.

Look, I didn't ask to be on the committee.

They just put me there.

Of course they did, dear.

Just like they put you on that council in Albany.

The one that takes you away so regularly on weekends.

All right.

What's it all about?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I mean, I adore being ignored all evening while you ...

... get cozy on a dance floor with some Italian tootsie

... half your age.

- I think it's... - Hey, hey.

That's an indecent thing to say.

I happen to know that girl's father rather well.

Hell of a nice guy.

What about the mother?

She looks as if she might have been a bit loveable herself.

How far do you intend carrying this?

That's about it, dear.

Lauren, I'm no saint.

Whatever I've done, that's my hang-up.

None of it was meant to hurt you.

Happy committee meeting, dear.

Thank you.

She knows every gallery in Florence.

She'd be a fine guide.

Yes, she'd be there when the bus leaves.

That gets her on the house.

Brilliant.

Yes, mama.

Darling, they called me and asked if you would ...

... be a guide on the tour to Florence tomorrow.

And you know me, soft-hearted, I said you would go.

I don't know if I can.

You don't know if you can.

Hello?

Yes?

What?

From Paris?

Gia Campbell?

Yes, she is.

Hello?

This is something new, the smoking?

A couple of months.

The call from Paris.

A friend?

Yes.

A good friend?

Yes, Mama.

A boy?

A man.

How old?

27.

That's a good age.

And Brazil.

You mentioned Brazil.

I didn't think you understood French.

Brazil is the only French word I know.

What was it about Brazil?

He's going there.

He's a professor. He's been given a research grant.

He leaves the day after tomorrow from Paris.

And he wants you to go with?

Drop out of school and go with him?

Yes.

Does he love you?

He says so.

And you.

Yes.

Very much.

And when would you get married?

I said, when would you get married?

He's already married, Mama.

No!

What am I raising?

Running off to Brazil, affairs with married men, smoking cigarettes,

to break up a man's family.

Mama, you don't understand.

It's already broken up.

They're separated.

You're not going to drag your father's name in and out of married men's beds.

Don't you dare say that to me.

Don't you dare raise your voice to me.

The day before your father died, you know what he said to me.

If we ever have a daughter, I'd like her to be called Gia.

Gia Campbell.

It's a fine name.

You never mentioned that.

Maybe a Gia would run off with a married man, but not a Campbell.

Because Campbell is a noble name, a proud name, a name of quality,

a name that means something.

To me, you owe nothing.

But to your poor dead father, this name has been respected.

All right, Mama.

I won't go.

I won't go!

Oh, a married man.

Did you ever hear of a day like this?

Only one thing can be worse than today.

What's that?

Tomorrow.

- I don't wanna go to Florence - But it's our treasure.

You do.

A little culture will do you some good.

Hey, maybe we'll get to see some of them naked statues.

Did you hear that?

That kid will be in jail before he's 12.

Children! Into the bus.

Move it, move it.

Come on.

Let me get to the bus.

Bye, honey.

Oh, Phil, I almost forgot.

Would you give this to that Mrs. Braddock?

At the hotel.

The little redhead from Gary, Indiana.

I'll take care of it.

Have a good trip, honey.

You, too.

Buy yourself something pretty, darling.

You know where to cash this.

Ciao, Mama.

Be at the house in few minutes.

What?

This is for Mrs. Braddock.

Mrs. Braddock, from my wife.

Mrs. Newman.

You know Mrs. Newman.

Ciao.

Would you call me a cab?

Cab.

Taxi.

Newman, Newman Phil.

Wife's name is Shirley. Shoe business.

Wholesale.

Trenton, New Jersey.

Children's names: Lenny, Buddy, Brucey.

Mrs. Braddock.

Yes.

For you, Mrs. Newman.

Where is Mrs. Campbell then?

1956, pulled a ligament on the golf course.

That's him.

Put away all the letters?

Also the others?

Wait.

There's no time.

Put them in the bedroom.

Close the door.

Oh, what?

Oh, Carla, baby.

You're looking beautiful.

Come on.

Come on inside. I wanna...

I wanna talk to you.

Hey.

Will you look at this place?

It's a palace.

I mean, only 85 dollars a month.

How'd you do it?

Oh, well, I... from the insurance.

What insurance?

I was hit by a taxi.

Where?

In the piazza.

Why didn't you write?

Why didn't you tell me?

How could I burden you?

You've done so much already.

Baby, come here to me, huh?

Watch it, huh?

Oh.

Don't you know, what I've done is nothing.

Oh.

You're the mother of my kid.

But you know what that means?

I mean, I made that kid.

And you know what that did for me?

It made my life, that's all.

Honest.

Like every Sunday when Fritzy's truck driver brothers would come over and raise me.

Hey, what's the matter?

What, no kids?

Why don't you get some monkey glands?

A big joke!

Like it was my fault.

But you and I, we know different. Don't we, honey?

I mean, we know different.

I call a baby.

There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for you.

Walter.

There's only one thing I wanted to do for me.

Oh, you name it.

I wanted to go.

What?

No.

I didn't think it would hurt this much.

What the devil.

No, seeing you again.

You never liked it.

Oh, how I fought this.

I didn't want to stay.

I was going to leave.

Rosa.

Rosa, tell him.

Tell him.

Was I going to leave or not?

Tell him.

She was going to leave.

You see?

Would she lie to you?

She knows.

How much can one person keep inside?

Or Walter after all these years... to be so near and yet so far?

To have so little of you... when I want so much.

I'm only one woman, but my heart aches for three.

Be stronger than me.

Leave now.

I can not take any more of this.

Okay.

Okay.

Good, listen.

There's just one thing.

Now, Gia is going to call us this for.

And I was wondering if she came to the States ...

... maybe, the University of Chicago.

That sounds nice.

You know that way, maybe, I can come visit her on weekends ...

... and make like I'm a friend of father's.

I'll talk to Gia.

Oh, will you?

Now you must go.

Sure.

What's the matter?

The insurance man from the accident.

I don't want him to see.

He has such a big mouth.

Wait here.

I'll get rid of him.

Okay.

Carla.

What'd I say?

The insurance man is inside about the accident.

What accident?

Oh, it's nothing? I was hit by a truck.

What?

He's the worst gossip.

Go around the block.

Hurry.

It's all right now.

Oh, God.

Can I stay a few minutes?

How cruel can you be?

Here, I'll go.

Well, thank you.

Don't you forget about the college?

Oh, no, dear.

But now, please.

So long, sweetie.

Now he honks after I know the man is here.

Phil Norman. Wife Shirley. Children Lenny, Buddy, Brucey.

Oh, Justin.

Oh, darling.

Isn't this fantastic?

I can't believe how are you? You look so mild.

Look at you.

Look at this place.

How did you manage all this on 140 dollars a month?

Well, I...

I sometimes make sandals for the tourists.

Oh, you poor kid.

Well, those days are over.

I have a plan.

Rosa, my maid.

Maid.

She only comes once a week.

Doesn't do windows.

What, could we be alone?

Oh, yes.

Rosa.

I think that when you hear my idea, that you would really be excited.

What I thought...

You're more beautiful than I've ever imagined.

You have a plan.

A plan.

A plan.

When I saw you last night, the wheels started to turn.

And I knew the answer.

I want you to come to New York.

New York.

I'll arrange for Gia to go to an Eastern college.

You'll have your own apartment...

... as overlooking the park, car and chauffeur.

And we'll have each other.

I'll see you three times a week.

Sometimes even weekends.

What do you say, Carla?

Oh, Justin, Justin.

How many years I've been holding this inside.

Darling, no scratching! It is very hard to explain.

Oh, I missed you.

Oh, but... But it isn't good either.

Justin.

Oh, Justin, Justin.

Control yourself!

Oh, it's been 20 years.

Don't leave me now.

Well, I have this committee meeting.

Then you go.

But for God's sake, go quickly.

Yes, maybe I'd better.

Not that way.

Why not?

The insurance man is coming about the accident.

What accident?

A train hit my truck.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Out the back door.

How do you like that?

He's here.

The insurance man.

- Why all these? - To protect you.

He's so nosy.

He never stopped stalking you.

What's he gonna talk about?

He never met me.

It's silly.

I don't know why.

Look, Carla.

Oh, Justin, must you go?

Yes, Carla.

Yes, yes.

New York.

Next month.

Ciao

Come on, baby.

More honky.

I know he's here, stupid.

And that one.

One staying one place.

I'm Mrs. Braddock.

He's not here.

Mrs. Newman said so.

He's not here either.

Is something a matter?

No, no, no, nothing, thank you.

Oh, wow.

Lovely place.

Oh, may I come in?

May I?

Oh, belly.

Very, very belly.

Oh, I just dropped by to tell you that...

...all the American wives are invited to tea at the Contessa's.

Oh, the Contessa's.

Yes.

And Mrs. Newman suggested that you join us. After all...

...you're an American wife, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Are you sure nothing's the matter? You seem upset.

Well, it just seems so many American souls at once.

It makes me remember too much.

So if you would excuse me.

Oh, I understand.

Maybe another time we can sit and talk.

Yes.

Maybe at the Contessa's.

Yes.

Maybe at the tea.

Oh, Mrs. Braddock, I hope you will understand.

I'm very superstitious.

Would you mind going out the back door?

The back door.

Yes.

I know it sounds silly, but we have a custom.

When an unexpected guest goes out the same door...

...it's bad luck.

Oh, I never heard that.

It's Italian.

Crazy.

Yeah.

This way, please.

If you don't mind.

No, no.

Of course not.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Campbell.

Buongiorno.

Well, it never stopped.

Phil?

Hey, what was that back and forth?

I started to feel like a yo-yo.

The insurance man!

He finally went out the back way.

Oh, my.

Oh, it's so good to see you again.

And last night when I saw it, Gia.

Yeah, I've... Oh, before I forget.

I mean, that's something I want you to sign.

Sign what?

You see, this makes you the Italian representative of my company.

Shellco Shoes.

Oh.

See, in this case, in case anything happens to me...

This ensures that you and Gia will continue to get the checks.

Oh, you're very sweet.

Well, now we've got time to get acquainted again.

Let me see now.

Shirley's on the art tour.

After that, she's on to the Contessa for tea.

The sports picnic, blue.

I could skip that.

We got nothing but time.

I'm glad we have time.

So we can make our plans.

Yes, plans.

When I saw you last night, and when you looked at me...

... I knew the time had come to make the move.

Move?

What move?

The divorce.

Well, what are you talking about?

After all these years, don't we owe it to ourselves to have a home of our own?

It's a nice name.

Carla Newman.

Yeah, it's enough.

But I didn't know you'd had this in mind, honey.

Isn't that... a Carla Newman, never...

Listen, pull yourself together.

I understand.

This is hard for you.

But don't worry. I'll tell Shirley.

No!

Sometimes it's better that two women talk.

No, no, no.

Not with Shirley.

You don't know her.

She's a hitter.

I'm not afraid.

You're worth it.

Look, Carla, don't accept the apple card.

Honey, there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for you.

But how would this look back home?

I'm a scalp master.

We only have one life. We deserve to be happy.

Now listen.

Honey, listen.

One of us has to be strong.

I'm just a woman.

Now I'll be strong enough for the both of us.

Now look, baby, you can't do this.

It's a crazy, romantic, ridiculous dream.

Phil.

Phil.

Carla, give me up.

I'm no good for you.

Oh, Carla, look.

I've got to go now.

Maybe it's better.

Promise me one thing.

Yes.

Promise you'll try to forget me.

I mean, on a physical level.

You think that's easy.

Oh, you'd make it.

Crazy kid.

20, 25, 30.000 Lira. There you are, Ms. Campbell.

My regards to your mother.

Thank you.

I wonder if you could get cash a personal Traveler’s Check for me?

I'm Mrs. Newman from Trenton, New Jersey.

I have identification with me.

Mrs. Philip, no money.

Yes.

Oh, did you know my husband?

Oh, not personally, but we have been dealing with him.

Mr. Philip Newman for many, many years.

Oh, it can't possibly be the same Phil Newman.

One minute.

Philip Newman, 29, 31, Tussey Boulevard Trenton, New Jersey.

Well, that certainly is his business address.

He's been one of Mrs. Campbell's best customers.

Mrs. Campbell, customers?

Yes, from San Forino.

Oh, yes, that Mrs. Campbell.

He's been buying her wine for 20 years.

Oh, yes, of course.

How much money do you need?

Well, I'm not sure.

I've been thinking of reducing.

You know, making a tour of those health spots.

Do you have any leaflets on Monte-Katini, places like that?

Certainly, Mrs. Newman, one minute.

Here you are, Mrs.

Excuse me, I'm Gia Campbell.

Of course, how are you?

Fine, thank you.

Mother asked if I'd check an item in the ledger.

Certainly, dear.

I happen to have it right here.

Thank you.

Lenny, you go find your father, tell him I wanna see him right away.

The letters.

What letters?

From the fathers, nobody put them away.

Oh, Gia will find them.

Quick before the bus comes back.

They're doing a good job.

Lenny said you wanted to see me right away, so I rushed it.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I wonder how you were darling.

How you're feeling?

And why you've been sending some Italian broad...

... a check every month for the last 20 years.

Well, where did you get such an idea?

Yeah, Phil.

I saw with my own eyes, black and white, in the Express Office.

Why do you want to go to Express Office on a nice day like this?

Sit down.

I'm your wife.

You can tell me about it.

Well, I guess you had to find out about it, sometime.

And our bond of 20 years is broken.

You send bonds, too?

Our blood bond.

My blood.

You knew I won the purple heart, didn't you?

Yeah, from a barrel in the arm.

Yeah, but you never knew how I got that barrel on the arm.

How I was pulled from a fiery airplane by the bravest,

sweetest, most beautiful man God ever created.

Eddie Campbell.

You never mentioned anything.

Of course not.

Because one week later, Eddie got it.

The big L.

L Flackle.

Well, call me a sentimental fool if you want.

But we had a thing in those days.

We never talked about a dead buddy.

Did you see Hell's Angels?

That was a different war.

What difference does it make?

The thing is that Eddie was no longer around it.

Gosh, how I missed him.

Some little things he used to do.

The way he'd climb into the cockpit.

Put his chewing gum on his helmet.

Pull down his goggles and say, "OK, guys, let's get one for the gipper".

Wasn't that from an O'Brian movie?

Details.

My heart is breaking.

She's hitting me with details.

Look, Shirley, I'll try to explain to you.

Eddie had married this young Italian girl.

And she was expecting his kid.

My best friend's kid.

He wasn't around anymore.

Well, hang it all.

I'd had to do something about it.

If it was the other way around, Eddie would be sending you the checks today.

And that was the bond!

Philip Newman.

Philip Newman.

I think that is the most beautiful story I've ever heard.

Just common decency.

It's funny, you never really know a man.

You live with him for years and suddenly he's not a man anymore.

He is a giant.

With a heart as big as a mountain.

Come on, Shirley.

When I think of the thing that the three of you have done.

Stop it, Eddie.

The three of us?

Don't worry.

I saw the other two names at the Express Office.

The same thing, month after month, year after year.

A check for Mrs. Campbell.

You almost had loved that boy.

And I didn't even know that you knew Braddock and Young.

Braddock and Young?

And don't you pretend that it's nothing.

You three boys have done, still rich and wonderful.

It makes me proud to be an American.

What's the matter with you?

You look sick.

No, it's just that when somebody finds out something that weren't supposed to know about...

It's... it's...

I'll tell you what it is.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

Yeah.

Well, honey, look, I've got to go back to the committee meeting.

You know, the few things to work out.

And we'll talk later, huh?

Daddy.

What?

You're not just daddy.

You're big daddy.

How about that?

My daughter goes to school in Switzerland.

A very fancy school.

Of course, I wanted her to go to a local school.

But my husband's family, they said, only the best.

They're wonderful, wonderful people, the Campbells.

People of quality.

For my daughter, they said, nothing is too good.

They want her to be a real lady.

Gia, come on!

Come on!

Oh, Gia.

- Gia! - Vittorio!

Oh, Vittorio.

Gia!

Gia!

See?

Paris with a married man.

Didn't I tell you?

That's all I need now.

Someone to tell me how it told me.

Hello, operator.

This is an emergency.

Get me the police in San Anselmo.

Stop her.

She stole the car.

Yes, put her in jail.

You can't do this.

For one night, why not?

You're own daughter.

Tomorrow when she cools off, when the Americans go, then we will talk.

But Gia and jail. Not even the lowest of...

Be careful.

Stop her, yes.

But go to her.

Hold her in your arms.

Explain.

Not an action jail.

It'll do her good.

I'm only thinking of her.

Oh, no, I know what you are thinking of.

What you are always thinking of.

I told you.

Be careful.

The fine Mrs. Campbell, eh?

Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell, that people should

think you are something you know you're not.

But I tell you even the lowest peasant.

The worst woman of the street would not put a child like Gia and jail.

Not even for a minute to cover up a lie like this.

You will get out of my house.

Gladly.

You will never again touch my grapes, my sheets.

Or my truck.

Delighted.

You're fired.

The sweetest words I ever heard.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it.

You can't believe how I can't believe it.

It was just with this morning.

And she said, oh, wait a minute.

You won't win this morning?

But I was there this morning.

You?

I had to leave out a kind of insurance man.

I couldn't get in.

I'm kind of an insurance man.

And what are the insurance members?

You too?

That's our collar.

Two doors, no waiting.

It doesn't seem possible.

All the beautiful letters she's written.

A correction.

Not written, mimeograph.

And how do I know I'm some kind of a pedestal like she was some kind of Snow White?

Only with Snow White, the other dwarfs, they knew about each other, right?

Jesus.

You know what we are.

Saints. That's what they are. Saints.

We're not married to ordinary men.

Just think about it all these years, month in, month out.

You're not telling us all.

Supporting a dead body's wife when I think about it.

But I think I get goose pimples over my entire body.

I look really.

No, I hate to disappoint you.

But it couldn't be Walter.

I mean, we never made any money up until this year.

It's certainly out of character for my boy.

He never gives a little unless he gets a little.

You want proof?

I'll give you proof.

I'll give you proof.

Pronto.

Three lessons, Berlin's.

That's Florence.

All right, gentlemen.

Read them and weep.

You averaged 85 a month.

You 115, me 140, which all 20 years...

... compounded at 6% interest would come to $197,000.

$197,000.

We paid more war damages than Germany.

My husband wanted me to make sure that those checks for Mrs. Campbell that they

were arriving properly the first day of every month.

They are. Good.

And those two other gentlemen, Mr. Braddock and Mr. Young, what about their checks?

Every month, like clockwork in Europe.

Are you still there, Mrs. Newman?

Hello.

I'll be damned.

Why didn't they tell us something?

Because I'll tell you.

They are still boy scouts.

Still full of school-yard ideals.

And they're still playing movies.

The Hell's Angels with the chewing gum on the goggles.

You don't talk about a dead body.

I said, a metal slobs.

That's what they are.

They're three big grown-up kids.

Yes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Chumps.

Idiots, you understand?

Dumb dumbs! To think that I personally paid... how much?

$41,000.

Why are you beefing about?

I gave $47,000. $6,000 more than you.

41. Change?

Take it easy, fellas.

We're all in this together.

It's a joint venture.

Gentlemen, I suggest we're gonna have a chat with our little care package.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Daddy!

Daddy, any money!

We gave already.

I have to find Walter, Mrs. Newman.

Call me Shirley.

Shirley.

Shirley, he has to know.

But I know, and that it's all right.

First, we should go see Mrs. Campbell.

You know, together is a group.

I think that is, fellow women...

We should tell her we understand everything.

You know, as fellow women, yes, we should.

Why don't we just do that?

Hello, yes.

What?

There's been an accident.

In the hospital?

She's in the hospital.

Gia, where?

San Anselmo.

Tell me.

Where and when did it happen?

Yes?

And the girl. How bad? Is she hurt?

The girl is not hurt at all.

It's the car.

That's what's in the hospital.

I know she wants to leave, but you must keep her there.

I don't care if nothing is wrong with her.

Find something.

But keep her there until her mother comes.

Wait here.

All together?

All right, never mind that.

Where is she?

She's not here.

She went to San Anselmo.

San Anselmo?

Sure, San Anselmo, for the Check of the Month Club Festival.

Oh, no, no, no.

She went to see Gia. In the hospital.

Hospital?

There was an accident.

Oh, come on, let's go.

San Anselmo.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

She's all right.

You don't understand, is she just?

- Buongiorno. - Also together.

Oh, that's all, right? Is Mrs. Campbell at home?

No, no, no, no. She had to go to...

She would be back in time for the memorial ceremony. Won't she?

If we should miss her, you give her a message.

You tell her we know the whole story and it's perfectly all right.

You know the whole story?

That's right.

Everything. You know!

We think so.

Oh, it's wonderful for American ladies to be so understanding.

Well, you know, it could have happened to any woman.

Oh, of course it could.

But she was a child.

16 years old.

Warm and wild.

How could she know which one was the father?

And for you to understand it's beautiful. Because your husband's needed comfort...

... and she needed comfort.

So they gave each other. And they...

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Where's Mrs. Campbell?

San Anselmo. They're all meeting.

The mother, the daughter, the fathers. At the hospital.

Shall we, ladies?

Thanks, huh?

I wonder what you could.

I don't understand it.

- If anything happens to my kid. - His kid.

I don't have my stock in his corporation.

Make sure there's nothing wrong with the kid.

Look, they've lied to us for 20 years.

Why should they start telling the truth now?

That makes sense.

Gets them out of town.

That way we leave town.

Then the checks keep coming.

Business as usual.

You think the kid's in there, too?

Sure.

She's got your eyes.

Shifty.

That's the lowest.

Using my kid.

Again, his kid.

All right, you want the kid?

Tell you what you do.

Give me $47,000.

She's yours.

Oh, my baby, my baby.

They told me.

I was so worried.

Darling, are you all right?

The arms.

The legs, can you bend everything?

I'm quite all right, Mama.

Oh, thank God.

Are you sure you're all right?

They arrested me.

Oh, that's crazy police.

They said I stole the car.

I will sue them, darling.

They said a woman called and told them.

That was poor police.

The same woman who took money from three men under false pretenses, letting each...

... one think he was my father, making my whole life a rotten lie.

Gia.

Don't talk like that.

It's not nice.

Not nice.

That's funny coming from you.

Get dressed, baby, on the way back we'll talk.

- You think I'd go back. - But the school, you'd go back to school.

I'm going to Paris, and then to Brazil.

With a married man.

Does that shock you, Mama?

Of course it does.

After all, Gia Campbell, with that fine family name, wouldn't do a thing like that.

But I'm not Gia Campbell.

I'm Gia nobody.

Just like you and off the street, nobody.

Married man.

I'm an amateur.

You had three of them.

I only have one, but at least it's honest.

You don't know about me.

And you don't want to know.

No, I don't want to know.

Then go!

Go!

Mrs. Campbell.

Got a minute?

I'm sure you remember us, Mrs. Campbell.

Your own private anti-poverty program?

The idiots branch of the Bank of America.

The Mother's Aid Society.

Santa's Little Helpers.

Suppose we start with a game of 20 questions.

How long did you think this little buggy ride was gonna last?

Or which one of us really is the father?

Assuming that one of us is the father.

All right.

You want me to tell you who the father is, I'll tell you.

How the hell should I know?

That's who he is.

There were three of you in 10 days.

And when I found out I was going to have a baby.

What did you want me to do?

Pick one of your names out of a hat?

You.

You would have wanted him to support your child.

And you.

Maybe you would have liked him to pay for your baby.

How dare you ask me who is the father?

What kind of father?

You think because sending a check every month makes you a father?

When were you when she had the earrings, the measles, the 12 stitches in her knee?

When were you when she came home crying...

... because a boy made fun of her.

Okay.

You want to be a father?

Toss a coin.

Whoever wins.

Congratulations.

Here's your first problem.

Your daughter is not going back to school.

She's running off to Brazil with a married man.

Let me know how you make out.

Come on.

What do you mean you're running away with a married man?

Did you get that idea right out of your head?

You're going back to Geneva, young lady.

I am not.

Oh, yes you are.

I'll go where I tell, please.

Did you ever hear a girl to talk to parents like that?

Ridiculous!

And don't worry about your money.

You'll get back every cent.

That's not why we're here.

Every penny that was extorted from you.

Turn around.

You're talking to your flesh and blood.

One of us is your father.

Then two of you turn around.

Now you're now running away with nobody.

I'll do what I want to as far as I'm concerned. You're three strangers.

And what I do is none of your business.

Can you believe that a child would speak to the fathers like that?

Would you please talk to her, honey...

Well girls, it looks like we're just in time for a meeting of the clan.

So, speak up, Fatso.

Don't talk to me like that in front of my daughter.

Again, it's his daughter.

That's right.

My daughter.

Anything you want to say, Papa?

Not now, Lauren.

And as far as you're concerned, Mr. Hell's Angels, just don't ever touch me again.

Your laundry will be done.

And your dinner will be ready.

- But as for your connubial pleasures, you just... - That's all you can think about.

When this kid's about to run off for the married man.

Oh, hold it.

Gia.

Listen to me carefully.

What you're about to do that affects your entire life.

I hope so.

You can't do this to you.

I'm talking to you as a father.

It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Whatever you think, for all these years, I've been your father.

From the day you were born, you've always been my kid.

And to me, you're still my kid.

And I'm telling you, you're not running off for no married man.

You're going back to school, young lady.

And you're going to get straight A's.

What is there to think about you?

Run away?

Go on.

Don't go back to your mama.

Why should you?

After all, she lied, she did.

She took money from three men and looked what she did with the money.

She went to Capri, bought fancy furs and jewels, and a big yacht while her poor...

... daughter lived in a dirty little house and went to bad schools.

So go ahead, Gia.

And don't worry.

Your mother will be punished for this terrible thing she's done.

She's going to take care of it herself.

Yes.

Right now she's on her way to the dedication...

... to confess to the whole town.

Oh, don't worry.

She won't name names.

None of you, nice people, will be hurt.

Only your mother.

And she deserves it.

After all, she was so greedy.

She wanted three things from life.

The friendship of these men.

The love of her daughter.

The respect of her town.

She lost the first two.

Without them, what good is the third?

So, run Gia. Have a good trip!

Your phone call Signorina. To Paris.

She's got to be my kid.

She drvies like every woman in my family.

Try to keep it in second. Will you, buddy?

Ladies and gentlemen, we've come, at last, to the moment we've all been waiting for.

The dedication of the chapel.

I've been looking for Miss Campbell, but...

Uh, I don't believe she's arrived.

Oh, there she is.

Mrs. Campbell, will you come up, please...

Just come right up here.

Please.

Mrs. Campbell, I have great pleasure in presenting to you this plaque...

... which will appear on The Eddie Campbell Memorial Chapel.

With our deepest love.

Thank you, General, but I...

I cannot accept this plaque.

Wait!

No, no, wait!

You see, none of these people know Eddie Campbell...

... but if they had, they'd have known he was very handsome.

Warm and loving.

He was a good family man.

But most of all, he was modest.

And if Eddie Campbell were here today, he would say...

... let the memorial be named for the people of San Forino.

And for that, there's only one person to accept the plaque.

If you would be kind enough, Contessa.

Grazia.

Mrs. Campbell.

And thank you, General, for thinking of me.

Mama.

Damn, damn, damn!

It's a dirty rotten trip.

Oh, what's all about?

Find out after all these years that you've got a decent streak in you.

Trouble is, I can't seem to find one in me.

Oh!

I just seem like the decent thing to do.

You know, there's only one thing that still bothers me.

Children! Wait in the elevator.

No pushing buttons!

As a matter of fact, it kills me.

It just destroys me.

All my life I wanted a daughter with me, three sons!

With her, you have a girl.

I couldn't help it. I didn't do anything different.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

What do you mean "Oh, boy"?

Oh, boy, that's all.

Them brothers of yours.

What about them?

This will happen "rolling in the eyes".

I can hear them now.

One thing for sure, all we know it ain't your kid.

And you know something?

They're right.

Those doctors' reports are right. She ain't my kid.

Not your kid.

That big mouth on her.

Way she walks, color of her eyes.

Stubborn streak on her, a mile-wide.

You tell me she's not your kid.

Well, she's not Albert Schweitzer's kid.

I'll tell you that.

Hey, Fritzy, you really?

You really think?

Listen, don't you look at me so innocent with them big, roly-poly eyes.

I'm the one who's going to have the explaining to do.

And kid comes to the States...

She can stay with us?

Where's she going to stay? With strangers?

The daughter's place is with her father.

Come on, Fatso.

We'll miss the bus.

Come on.

Somebody's going somewhere?

Bordeaux.

Just where I came from.

I'd been offered a job.

What about this job?

I don't work anymore. Remember?

You don't work here anymore...

... when I say, you don't work here anymore.

Oh, no, not this time.

Not when you say it.

When I say it.

I said it.

And through! Through being Mrs. Campbell's high-hand...

a worm under her foot, and hidden in her closet.

I'm going to find some dignity.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's better that you go.

But to drive through this treacherous mountains at night.

When you're so tired.

It's been a long day.

Have a good night's sleep.

In your own bed.

Then in the morning when you're fresh.

That's when you should go.

And find your dignity.