Original subtitles

Excuse me, but why can they stay there and we can't?

Why, those people are homeless.

If they're homeless, then what are we?

Do we have a house, maybe?

I think you're squatters. - Squatters.

You have to go away. - Let's go, Concetta!

Haven't you heard? We're squatters. We're going to find another lodging.

Come on, boys. - Did you take everything with you?

Music!

Come on! It's a beautiful day!

Thank you, Donna Carmela.

Let's forget about it with a song!

We have the song of Naples! The songs of our lives!

300 years of songs!

A good song is better than an ugly wife. Sing, everybody!

Songs help the rich digest and the poor ingest.

Neapolitan Carousel

Dad, the songs! - Damn it!

Come here! - Hurry, kids!

They're falling in the water.

Michelemma - Lyrics and Music by Salvator Rosa - Naples, 1660

# She was born on the open sea #

# Michelemma, Michelemma #

# Who may ever want her? #

# Michelemma, Michelemma #

# This girl #

# This girl. #

The Moors landed at the Marina! - The Saracens!

Alarm, alarm! The bell is ringing!

The Turks landed at the Marina!

The Turks landed at the Marina!

Michelemma! Michelemma!

And thus ends the story of Angela and Michelemma

who succumbed to destiny.

An old story of long ago,

when the town was taken by Moors and Saracens.

Can you see him, the Saracen?

Music! Change!

If the invasion had been an exception, a whim, we wouldn't have cared.

But it became a vice! Everybody liked this city!

So from the East, the North and the South,..

they came to its rescue! Because the word had spread:

"the food is good and the air was balmy."

Boom! Cannon fire!

Another domination has come!..

and another liberation is expected!

So it was that the Saracen, was followed by the Goth and the Norman.

'Monsieur, Milord'...

We lived for a few years under Manfredi and Corradino...

Mister! Milord! A little help for the storyteller.

I love this city.

Hermosa! - Adorable! - Wonderful!

Mister, don't distract you!

You, balladeer, have forgotten history.

I helped you a lot during the 12th century.

Houses, waterworks, roads.

And me? I gave you Maschio Angioino and Gioacchino Murat.

While I liberated you from the Gioacchino Murat

and gave you many good advices.

All right, I get it. You have no small change.

Very well. I gave you the greatest gift of all.

Without the oppression of the Spanish viceroy,

there would have been no revolution, no folk hero.

Masaniello! - Masaniello!

How could you, with so many friends, allow your hero's head to be broken?

Mister, those friends of mine are always announced by cannon fire!

TO MASANlELLO HERO OF THE POPULAR REVOLT 1647

There comes a time when one can no longer be a folk hero.

It's a bad job, you know!

Too many friends! Too many saviors!

Too many cannon shots for charity.

Kid, go away! I'm a statue.

# Undo this bow #

# Undo it #

# No, sir, no #

# Yes #

# Unbutton this skirt #

# Unbutton it #

# No, sir, no #

# Little girl, you're so beautifuI #

# Alas, I'm so beautiful #

# Take off your... #

# Take off your shirt #

# Not the shirt, no, sir, no, sir #

# Angel face #

# Do whatever you want #

# Bless your mother #

# For getting married #

# Bless my mother #

# For getting married #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give you something and you give me something #

# Walking along the street I can hear this and I can hear that #

# There's something, my dear, I do want to give you #

# Should I take it or shouldn't I take it? #

# I don't know and do you know why? #

# If you give something to me, then you want something from me #

# I give something to you and you give something to me #

# If you take something from me, I'll take something from you #

# I want something beautiful, you want something, so what? #

# I give something to you and you give something to me #

# I give something to you and you give something to me #

# If you take something from me, I'll take something from you #

# I want something beautiful, you want something, so what? #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me #

# I give something to you #

# And you give something to me. #

This way! Hi, there.

I give something to you. - Okay.

And you give something to me.

I give something to you and you give something to me.

America!

America is here!

You give something to me

and what do I give you? Wait.

Pulcinella. A mask. Carnival!

No, but it's always carnival here, with or without a mask.

Be careful, friend, they'll cheat you. This is my face!

Mr. Pulcinella's face. It was me who for centuries was Naples' theater.

I taught the Neapolitans how to laugh at their flaws and misfortunes.

Pulcinella's 99 misfortunes.

Who would have imagined..

when famous masks would come from the North..

and I'd be in a corner, down at the pier, entertaining children?

I am Death!

Sorry, what did you say?

Death!

Really? - Yes! Madam, why did you come?

For you! - And, who called you?

You called me!

When?

Esteemed audience,..

after its triumph in the East, I am proud to give you,

not in this square, but in the theater nearby,

the company from Venice, 'I Polentoni',..

with Pantalone, Tartaglia Truffaldino,

Smeraldina, Brighella, Ricciolina,

Arlecchino and Colombina.

Last but not least, to be modest,

the renowned Captain Spaccatrippa,

that's me!

Hey, wait!

Silence!

Hey, Captain!

Tomorrow, a great show with the triumphs of the Captain.

Hey, twit! - Huh?

Are you calling me a twit?

This mummer wants to be a captain in Naples!

Be careful or I'll strangle you, indecent fart.

Salvatore, don't get involved! - You thief! Give it back to me!

What language do you speak, foreigner? - Your mother's!

Be damned!

Stop, everybody! Who is to blame? - He is. - Me?

Excuse me. Come with us. You are under arrest. - He hits me and you arrest me?

He's from abroad. - So what? - Shut up, you are a squatter.

Mom, Dad has been arrested. Dad!

Captain! - He didn't do anything!

Captain, he's the father of my children!

Hold him fast! Remember, great performance tomorrow!

He's a family man!

Let's rehearse, Polentoni.

# The bell has just struck 1 :00 a.m.! #

Hey, where are you going?

What are you doing? Come, come.

Who are you?

I'm Pulcinella!

Colombina!

Where are you going?

You! What are you looking at? - Me?

You were gazing. - Who?

Gazing. - "Gazing"!

You're lying. - Gazing, or lying?

Both! - Oh, Both!

You villain!

Oh, Colombina! - Colombina, come with me.

Hey, they kill themselves! Mamma mia!

You killed him!

You're a murderer!

Hey! He's alive! - Pulcinella! Over here!

Colombina.

It's marble!

Darn it!

Don't run away, felon!

Let go of me, fatso!

Stop! - Let!

Clown. - Chubby.

Gee! - Wee!

Cuckold! - Knock you cold!

Mule. - Cesspool.

Dummy. - Rummy.

Pig! - Fig!

Wacky! - Tacky!

Enough! - I'm in a huff!

Numb! - Dumb!

Crazy! - Lazy! - Demented! - Tormented! - Die! - Lie!

Poo! - You too!

Sly! - Die!

Damn it!

Brave Pulcinella, you defend me! - You're dead! - Watch out! - Take this!

Colombina, with me!

Oh my God!

I am not sick!

This is hunger!

Give me some bread!

Let's go!

Help!

Help! Help!

Colombina!

Hey, wimp!

Hey, shrimp!

Death!

Don Antonio, are you feeling bad?

No no, go on.

"Honey."

Hon...

"Honey."

Pulcinella, you're shameless!

Careful! - Don Antonio!

Hurry!

What happened? - Dad! Dad! - Poor man!

Don Antonio, how are you?

A glass of water! Don Anto', what happened?

The mask. Let him breathe!

Father, talk to me. Answer me.

The audience...

How are you? - Think of the audience.

Don't think of me. - Father!

The people call! What shall we do? What shall we do?

Boy. - Tell me.

Get dressed.

Come, boy. Pass me the stuff.

Go on, raise the curtain!

His shoes. Give me his shoes.

The hat.

Wait! The mask!

The mask!

How do you feel? How do you feel?

The mask!

Don Antonio!

Silence!

Get out of the way! - Sit down.

Dear audience,

Antonio Petito,..

my father,..

has died.

But he left me his mask.

Because...

because we can't let Pulcinella die.

I'm young.

Good evening, Don Antonio. You've finished early tonight.

It's a beautiful night.

And Don Antonio Petito had his usual ride,..

as if he hadn't died. He wasn't dead.

Pulcinella's spirit, made up of malice and oddness,..

patience and joy of living,..

had found a bigger stage. An immense one: ..

the streets of Naples.

Marisella!

The child has woken up!

What about Gennarino? - I haven't seen him.

He didn't sleep at home last night, either!?

Gennarino!

Gennarino!

Coffee!

Good morning, old maid!

Coffee man!

Hey! You lout!

# With your manners, Brigida, you look like a cup of coffee #

# There's sugar beneath, but you're bitter on the surface #

# But I'll stir so much and I'll concoct so much #

# That from the bottom of the cup the sugar in my mouth will come. #

Go, dear, go...

'morning, don Salvatore. - Don Alfonso! - Did you sleep well?

A real chic! Really a first-class accommodation!

I can see that!

And then, what luxury, what a springing!

Lady!... Don Alfo', I'm at a loss for words!

As soon as we find a house, we'll stop bothering you. - Yeah, tomorrow!

I'll start looking right now.

If you want me to take you, don't be shy!

You must be joking, don Alfo'!

Hi, Mom. - Hi, chatterbox.

What are we eating?

Is this a time to be getting home? You scoundrel!

Fresh mulberries!

Damn it!

# Sleep, Carmelo #

# Because the sweetest thing in life #

# Is sleeping #

# Dream about me #

# In paradise with you. #

I don't understand why you don't turn to Don Salvatore.

He can work miracles. Wait.

Don Salvatore! Wait here.

Don Salvato'.

Potion against the evil eye, 200. Laxative, 500. Love spell, 600.

Don Salvatore, a young woman is in great distress.

You should do something.

A spell? Three coins.

Yes, go ahead, give it to him.

Show me the patient.

Topaz dust.

Essence of an ardent heart.

Smell of love.

Woman's hair.

Man's hair.

Go ahead.

Yes, go ahead.

This spell will not fail.

To whomever you want, you will be tied.

Not even death will dissolve it.

Oh my God!

The spell..

has worked perfectly.

Do you mean..

that he loves me now?

As soon as he opens his eyes, he will throw himself at your feet.

Good luck. Good luck.

Have a nice day, Donna Brigida.

Jesus!

Fine cotton!

Cotton? - No, thank you.

Cotton!

Hey, Cotton, handsome young man! Come here, listen.

I don't have the item you need.

Cotton!

# He went away and now alone you stay... # - Quiet!

I'll be right back.

Don Salvatore, wait for me!

Move over!

Make room, please! - Move over! - This is not a living room!

And you, why did you stop?

Because there are goats. - Goats?

This is not a city! This is not a coach! These are not people!

Give me a coin, milord!

Please! Make room, please!

This is inconceivable!

A room, please.

Pasqualino, the suitcases. - I'm Gustafsson.

Four coins.

But is this sure to work? - Guaranteed.

As long as you wear this, no woman can come near him,..

not even his mother. - Thank you, Don Salvatore.

Cotton!

Cotton! - Hey, handsome!

I'd like to eat him. - Would you like a flower?

# One day, I left home #

# To sell French pins #

# One day, I left home #

# To sell French pins... #

Thank you.

# A girl called me, "Come on in, come on in #

# How many pins will you give me for a copper coin?" #

# A girl called me, "Come on in, come on in #

# How many pins will you give me for a copper coin?" #

# "How may pins will you give me for a copper coin?" #

# And since I am #

# A bit of a libertine #

# I snuck into the house right away #

# Does anybody want some beautiful French pins? #

# Does anybody want some beautiful French pins? #

# Does anybody want some beautiful French pins? #

# Does anybody want some beautiful French pins? #

# The sun is burning brightly #

# A good shutter... #

# He's just given me a kiss, he's so gracious #

# He's just given me a kiss, he's so gracious #

# My heart was set on fire, hey mother, hey mother #

# My heart was set on fire - Hey mother, hey mother #

# His golden mouth said he loved me, he talked and kissed me #

# Hey - Mother #

# Hey - Mother ##

# Mother! #

It's disgusting. Good heavens! For God's sake!

SUNSHlNE lNN

Be quiet, please... I can't sleep.

Be patient, sir!

Give me another room. Right now!

He kissed the embroiderer's daughter.

What are you saying? The embroiderer's daughter?

I saw it with my own eyes.

She's shameless!

God, you scared me! It's not true, Donna Brigida.

I was wrong! I couldn't see very well.

What are you going to do?

Let go of me!

Run!

Excuse me lady. Hey, the laundresses are going to fight!

What about the apples? - I'm busy now. Later, later.

The laundress is coming.

Hey, Donna Brigida! - Holy Mary, please take care of this!

Don Mario.

Don Ma'! What about my beard? - I'll be right there.

Hey, contemptuous wench!

Let go of me!

Hey, little sugar saint!

There's no point in hiding! I'll hunt you out!

Hey, who are you angry with?

Right with you, green face! - What do you want?

I have nothing to do with you! I don't even know this old hag!

Yes, go away, you and the procuresses protecting you!

Who are you calling procuress, you ugly minx? Drop dead!

We have plenty of honor to spare. We're not procuresses.

What's going on over there?

They're fighting. - What's going on?

Go back to your houses.

Let go of me!

Hold me! - Go away!

Hey, you've all gone crazy! Let me get by!

Don Mario! Don Ma', what about the beard?

I'll be right there.

Don Salvatore, what have you done?

Don Salvatore!

Wait. - Help.

You can do miracles. Can't you do anything to calm them down?

I've already done all I could. See you.

This is not tourism. This is a battlefield!

Change my room again!

Hot buns! Nice and warm!

# When your mother created you, when your mother created you #

# Do you want to know what she did? Do you want to know what she did? #

# To knead your beautiful flesh, to knead your beautiful flesh #

# Do you want to know what she used? Do you want to know what she used? #

# She mixed 100 rosebuds in the pestle #

# Milk and roses, roses and milk and there you were #

# You don't need a fortuneteller, Concetta, to guess #

# How your mother created you, I know it better than you do #

# A basketful of garden strawberries #

# Apples, sugar and cinnamon to knead your beautiful mouth #

# You don't need a fortuneteller, Concetta, to guess #

# How your mother created you, I know it better than you do. #

Stop! Wait! Stop, you trickster!

Somebody stop that thief!

Help!

Stop! Stop, thief!

What's going on? Is it raining oranges?

Look at this!

Hey! A storm!

Are you going to leave me up here?

Let me down! Darn it, darn it.

# What a wonderful thing #

# A sunny day #

# The serene air #

# After the storm! #

# The air is fresh #

# And it feels like a party #

# What a wonderful thing #

# A sunny day #

# But #

# Another sun #

# That's brighter still #

# Is my own sun #

# That's in your face #

# The sun #

# My own sun #

# That's in your face #

# That's in your face #

# In your face! #

Enough! I'm leaving! This is no Sunshine Inn at all!

A coach, immediately! I'm going back to Stockholm.

I'm never coming back to this awful country!

You've got Erik Gustafsson's word.

"Sunshine Inn Owner: Erik Gustafsson firm"

# My own sun #

# That's in your face #

# That's in #

# Your face. #

What's wrong? Why have you stopped?

Continue playing.

Don Gustavo, you're sleeping.

Exactly.

I've been here 20 years,..

and you still don't know that silence prevents me from sleeping.

It gets on my nerves!

Do play! Make some noise! Sing!

Sing!

# Last night, Nanninella, I went up there #

# Do you know where? Do you know where? #

# To where this ungrateful heart can no longer #

# no longer vex me, no longer vex me! #

# To where a fire is burning, but if you flee, #

# it lets you be #

# it lets you be! #

# It doesn't chase you, doesn't melt you, #

# with just one glance, with just one glance! #

# Let's go, let's go, let's go to the top, #

# let's go, let's go, let's go to the top, #

# Funicul�, funicul�, funicul�, funicul�! #

# Let's go to the top, funicul�, funicul�! #

Dad, the funicular has arrived!

What have you done?

You scoundrel! You're always touching everything!

Can't you see you've made a mess?

Mom, Dad hit me!

I didn't do anything and he hit me!

I apologize for the incident. I'm Salvatore Esposito

and I'm telling you about my city.

That's why you already saw my face and heard my voice in previous centuries.

Because ever since Naples has existed, I have too.

And ever since I have, so have my troubles.

First of all, that scoundrel over there!

Come on, Salvatore. What has he done? He's just a kid.

Jesus! I worked so hard and he's ruined the perspective.

For once I wanted to make a good impression.

I dressed up to tell you about the opening

of the Vesuvian funicular.

Do you think people don't know that the funicular no longer works?

Well, then you might as well take off that pompous hat.

- Why, don't I look nice? - Concetta!

You won't be a lady in this century either.

Get undressed. Get undressed. It was just a joke.

Did you think we'd become rich? That we'd settled down?

No, sir!

It was in the middle of a road that you left us,

and you're finding us there now.

First, it was with puppets. Then with the guitar, then with the player piano,..

and always with a cartful of children.

You're wondering why, so many?

Well...

You end up thinking...

that maybe there's no place for you..

in this country. - What are we waiting for?

Can't you see people who leave this place become rich?

Poor them.

# Ships are sailing #

# For faraway countries #

# There's singing onboard, there are Neapolitans #

# They are singing #

# As the gulf is vanishing... #

Postcards.

20 for a coin.

# And the moon on the sea lets them see #

# A bit of Naples... #

Would you do me a favor?

Of course, Don Antonio.

As soon as I disembark, I'lI send you my address,..

and each month you'll send me one of these.

You've got stamps too.

Each month, you'll be sending me a piece of Naples.

# So much nostalgia... #

Can I count on that?

Yes.

# You can travel all over the world #

# You can go and seek your fortune #

# But when the moon rises #

# And you're far from Naples #

# It's unbearable #

# Santa Lucia #

# When we are far from you... #

ROYAL CUSTOMS

# So much nostalgia. #

That's it. Thank you.

Must do this again?

No, emigrants can get out of costume. We leave the children out?

No, the photo of the nosey person first. Mim�, the plates!

Lift your head up. - I'm delivering 1,000 poisoned berries,

and 300 mandolin compositions.

Move the camera. - You remember we must deliver 200 'emigrants' by tonight?

I must develop the 'emigrants', true!

Wait, don't go away! I'll be right back. - Won't we take the pornographic pics?

I've been freezing for two hours. - Later.

Are there other girls more pornographic than I am?

Girls, I pay you. So the time is right when it's convenient for me.

Will you stop it with that piano?

Sir, we're writing a beautiful new song.

Luigi, what do you expect from these songs? Postcards are your future.

The 'love kisses' series was a success! Come on, go and get ready.

We'll shoot the 'kiss amongst the roses'.

Sir, what kiss? What roses?

Who am I going to kiss?

Sisina! Hasn't she come yet?

He'll never see her again, Sisina. She even wears a hat now!

She's debuting at the Cafe Chantant. - At the Gambrinus.

No more postcards. - But it was me who made her famous!

Sir, the 'emigrants' must leave tonight! - Let's go, then.

Let's hear this masterpiece.

I'm writing the lyrics, I miss a couple of lines. Play it, Luigi.

# When you're not with me at night #

# When you're not in my arms #

# 3 plus 7, 23 # - 27. - Why?

# Three plus seven, twentyseven #

# I won't even wash my face... #

What? - This is a sentimental song.

# I can't kiss your face #

# I can't hold you tight. #

Did you get that? - Wait. Wait.

# Are you sure of this love #

3 plus 7, 23.

Three plus seven is 23. As I am so sure...

As I am so sure of you! - Great!

# As I am so sure of you? #

Good! What's the refrain like?

I can't figure it out.

And yet I feel... - Wait. Here is the refrain.

No, guys! Come on!

We need something like a plea,..

a cry of love! - We need a musician.

Oh, Sisina! - Sisina is coming! - She's come by carriage.

Whose carriage is it? - She really wore the hat.

So has Donna Virginia!

Put it there. And tell the baron we'll be ready in two minutes.

Hey, Sisina!

You look great! - Like a queen!

What is it, a Georgetti? - Do you like it? - Cavalier?

My respects. - Good morning. Cavalier?

Cavalier! May I come in? - Who's there? Don't open! - My God!

You were about to expose my prints.

I'm sorry, sir. It's an urgent matter.

Sisina must... - The young lady! She has finally come!

We've been waiting for you for 3 days!

I did want to come, but my mother...

Well, Cavalier, Sisina can no longer be a model!

She now has a career ahead! - Really?

Don't you know she debuts at the Eden?

So she's leaving us? That's gratitude! - No, l...

You have to understand. Don Frichino heard her singing. - And who's he?

Why, the famous variety-show artist!

A baron! A baron with a carriage.

Can you imagine? Sisina was singing about the armor crochet...

Mother, "l'amour cach�".

Jesus! Isn't that what I just said?

Cavalier, would you believe Don Frichino was shocked?

He said, "Madam,..

if she can sing in French, we'll make her debut right away."

Well done, Don Frichino!

He lost his mind.

Tonight he wants to display her photo by the door of the theater, full-size!

So, what do you want? I'm busy. - No, Cavalier.

You must take her portrait, can't say no.

You're kidding! I have postcards to do! - So what!

The extras are waiting. I must print the 'emigrants'.

We'd agreed you'd give back everything I gave you!

3 days I've waited for you! Here, in the street, at my place.

My mother never left my side.

I don't care. I want everything back. And I mean everything!

Luigi!

First of all, the key to my house.

Anyway, now you don't need it anymore.

And you, give me back my letters.

There's 34 of them. - Give me back mine.

Here, and the ring as well.

First, give me back my portrait with the dedication. - Here it is.

Your face was different without the hat.

I want this wallet back!

Then give me back the purse!

And the tie too! - May I?

Oh, the Baron! - I'll send it to you.

Good morning all.

Beloved Baron. - Donna Virginia, my dear.

Thank you.

We're ready. Just a minute while the cavalier takes Sisina's portrait.

Excuse me.

Baron Antonio De Magistris, Don Frichino. - Sure, what pleasure!

I can't see Sisina. Where is Sisina? - Sisina! Where are you, mommy's baby?

She's putting her hat on. - She's ready!

Sisina, can't you see the Baron is here?

You look wonderful.

He's such a gentleman.

Hurry up. I'm busy! - Take a pose, darling.

Where do I have to stand? - Up here. - Please.

Very good.

And remember, be very natural.

That's it.

Stick your leg out a little bit.

Show the lace. - Are we finished?

Smile, miss. A more spiritual smile.

Tilt your head a little bit.

Move away!

Move the bouquet down a bit.

Will you let me work?

Push your chest out. - And then we'll write on it,..

"Cafe Chantant's queen." - Go away! Get rid of him!

Ready?

One,..

two...

# You bought a low-necked dress #

# A hat with bows and roses #

# You were talking to some chanteuse #

# And speaking French, isn't that so? #

# Was it the day before yesterday that I met you? #

# It was the day before yesterday on Toledo Road. #

# Yes, sir #

# I loved #

# You #

# And you loved me #

# Now we don't love each other anymore #

# But sometimes #

# You absentmindedly think #

# Of me! #

CAFE GAMBRlNUS

# Who are you? I don't know #

# Who are you? I don't know #

# But I know those piercing eyes #

# Set my heart on fire. #

Don Frichino and his most hilarious characters

Cafe Chantant's new queen

# I'm no longer Concetta now, I'm Lily Kangy #

# Favorite chanteuse, no matter what you think #

# When was my debut? Nobody can tell you #

# People threw me piles of flowers... #

Do the move! Do the move!

Do the move! - Do the move!

# Some think I'm French, some think I'm Spanish #

# I was born in Conte di Mola and I can top whomever I want #

# Some think I'm French, some think I'm Spanish #

# I was born in Conte di Mola and I can top whomever I want #

# Dear baby #

# Why are you crying? #

# When I see you, I get a stomachache #

# Dear baby #

# Why are you crying? #

# When I see you, I get a stomachache. #

Onstage!

Hey, Sisina!

Sisina, you're up! Are you ready?

Yes, Mother. I'll be right there.

THE FAREWELL Pierced hearts series

# Our hearts are like two light bulbs #

# They light up, they go out and then they light up again #

# The electrician makes love for fun #

# He turns you off, he turns me on and so I consume even more #

# Light light light, electric light #

# Our two hearts look like two electric light bulbs #

# Light light light, electric light. #

# Who are you? #

# You are the canary #

# Who are you? #

# You are love #

# You are that love #

# That even dead #

# Can sing new songs #

# Jesus! #

# It's pouring! #

# Hello? - I'm here #

# Are you there? We're both here #

# Pietruccio, dear, if you were here #

# How happy I would be, how happy I would be! #

# Hello? Sisina, Sisina? #

# Hello? - Hello? - What you saying? - I'm here #

# Who are you? #

# Making love on the telephone is nice #

# Hello? - I'm here #

# You love me? - Who am I talking to? #

# I'll take the plane - So I can come and hug you! #

GREETlNGS FROM NAPLES

PROGRESS SERlES

Let me see.

It does look like him! - It's him. - It's him!

Ungrateful heart

# Catari' #

# Catari' #

# Catari' #

# Why do you say these bitter words to me? #

# Why do you speak to me #

# And torment my heart, Catari'? #

# Don't forget #

# I gave you my heart, Catari' #

# Don't forget! #

# Catari' #

# Catari', what do these words mean #

# That hurt me so much? #

# You don't think about my pain #

# You no longer think about it #

# You don't care about it #

# Heart #

# Ungrateful heart #

# You have taken #

# My life #

# You don't think of my pain #

# Everything has gone now #

# And you don't think about it #

# Anymore! #

Luigi, I've come up with a refrain. Listen.

I'll be right there! - Wait.

DO YOUR DUTY!

# Plus seven, plus seven... #

Italy!

Carluccio.

Sergeant De Pasquale!

Sergeant De Pasquale!

Pasqualino!

Pasqualino!

Sisina, aren't you coming?

Come on.

# When you're not with me at night #

# When you're not in my arms #

# I can't kiss your face #

# I can't hold you tight #

# But when I wake up and stop dreaming #

# I cry for you... #

Plus seven!

# Oh, life #

# My life #

# Oh, my heart's heart #

# You were my first love #

# You'll be the first and last one for me #

# Oh, life #

# Oh, my life #

# Oh, my heart's heart #

# You were my first love #

# You'll be the first and last one for me. #

# October night the sky is cloudy #

# The little lieutenant is dreaming of his bride #

# I can see you, little doll, in the sky #

# The tired regiment is resting #

# But all of a sudden there comes the whistling of the machine gun #

# And cannon fire thunders in the dark #

# Come on, come on, the battle is raging on #

# And the Lieutenant boldly moves on. #

Sisina!

Carlo!

Onstage! Onstage!

Sisina!

Sisina, can't you hear they want an encore?

Come on.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Hold it!

That's it, thank you!

So this portfolio has been completed too.

We finished the war..

and I'm going to develop it now!

Girls, boys, you can get undressed.

Mister, the player piano.

Mister, the music!

The player piano.

# The Bay of Naples,.. #

# Such harmony! #

Thank you, mister.

# It rises up to the sky and in the sky #

# All the stars can hear my voice #

# The voice that tender, #

# This love makes. #

Cheer up, Concetta!

We're together once again.

We've won the war. Now the reconstruction starts.

Come on, boys! - Where shall we go? At this hour?

Leave it to me! We'll sleep in a house tonight.

In a real bed!

Come on.

"Lottery"

Don Attilio,..

wake up! - I'm awake!

Who is he?

He was my corporal. He's a night watchman now.

During the day, he sleeps and we work!

At night, he works and we sleep!

I wake up at 7:00 p.m. - Thank you so much, Don Attilio.

Good evening.

Come in, boys!

If you don't protect us, we're in trouble.

Maria, are you spellbound?

# Open up, window, #

# Let Mary appear, #

# As I'm in the middle of the street, #

# Hoping to see her. #

# I don't have a moment's peace, #

# I turn my night into day, #

# To be always here, #

# Hoping to talk to her. #

# Oh, Mari', oh, Mari', #

# How much sleep I lose over you, #

# Let me sleep, #

# Holding you in my arms, #

# Oh, Mari', oh, Mari', #

# How much sleep I lose over you, #

# Let me sleep, #

# Oh, Mari', #

# Oh, Mari'. #

Mari' !

What's wrong? - Nothing, Dad.

Am I not right in feeling safer in the street?

Jesus!

When,..

for the first time, you can say,..

you managed to put a roof over your head,..

and there come the dangers! The perils!

# Let me sleep,.. #

# oh, Maria... #

It seems he wasn't all that serious.

Go to bed, boy. This window won't be opened.

As children grow up, problems increase.

It seems like a joke.

Sometimes it all begins with a serenade

and then you end up like Donna Margherita.

Donna Margherita,..

who lost her peace,..

and made others lose theirs.

Donna Margherita has no luck.

But she pays in person. Indeed,..

she paid already.

And it shows.

But it doesn't matter.

What is life?

A guest of wind that opens a window.

Donna Margherita is expecting a serenade tonight.

She doesn't know that fate, from different directions,

is sending three to her.

Don Raffaele..

saw the prison doors open for him tonight.

He's coming to get his woman back,..

and collect tribute in his neighborhood,..

because a hoodlum is a king in his alley.

A nod is enough to get what he wants.

But Don Enricuccio is a hoodlum, too.

During Don Raffaele's absence,..

he wanted Margherita. And he got her!

He has promised her a serenade tonight.

All the instruments in the neighborhood..

are at his disposal.

Nobody was expecting Don Armando anymore.

In his alley he was once a king, too.

A king who went to sea, into exile,

to try to forget Donna Margherita,

but it only got worse.

He came ashore an hour ago.

# If this voice that cries into the night #

# Wakes up your husband #

# Don't be afraid #

# Tell him the serenade has no name #

# Tell him to sleep, tell him not to worry #

# Don't come to the window to give a peek #

# You are not mistaken, the voice you hear is mine #

# It's the same voice you heard when you and l, #

# shy as we were, spoke only in the politest ways #

# Tell him "He who is singing down the road #

# is probably crying because of some evil undergone #

# He is singing all alone #

# There's no point in his singing." #

# If my voice wakes you up at night,.. #

Don Enricuccio, shall we leave?

No! We used the wrong music!

# Beautiful Maiden who has cheated so many men #

# I wonder if you ever counted the betrayals #

# But if you look out the window, you will see us #

# We're 44 sweethearts #

# Love is a hobby and love is betrayal #

# Will you look out the window or not? #

No, Armando, no! Don't.

# Look out the window and count the heads you'll see #

# What a refined concert! Is it an orchestra or is it a band? #

# Peppe "the shortie" on the mandolin, Orestino with the guitar #

# Giorgio is playing the clarinet, Raffaele the putipu #

# Little one, fresh one #

# That's all you know how to do #

# What a refined concert! Is it an orchestra or is it a band? #

# Peppe "the shortie" at the mandolin, Orestino with the guitar #

# Giorgio is playing the clarinet, Raffaele the putipu #

# Little one, fresh one... #

Cheers!

# That's all you know how to do. #

Don Raffaele!

Greetings.

You couldn't choose a better night to get out of prison.

If musical entertainment doesn't bother you,

we would appreciate your personal opinion.

Come on, boys!

Enough!

To whom am I indebted?

If Don Raffaele grants me the honor,..

with me. - No!

It is me to beg you and the others

to give me the honor,..

everybody!

Up here...

Up here!

In half an hour.

In half an hour.

# Wake up, boys of the Underworld #

# For this serenade is an angry one #

# I am Margherita's sweetheart #

# She's the most beautiful woman #

# I brought the best light orchestra #

# So that she could hear me sing #

# I drank a glass of wine #

# Because tonight I'm going to ruin her #

# Wake up #

# Boys #

# Of the Underworld. #

# Why isn't the mandolin playing in tempo? #

# Why can't I hear the guitar anymore? #

# How? Cries the whole orchestra #

# while I should be the only one crying #

And so, even Donna Margherita's tragedy was turned into lottery numbers.

It's like that for us! Any event, be it good or bad, becomes a number,..

to play at the lottery. 2, 3 or 4 numbers..

that people play week after week,..

with unyielding hope.

God, I got three numbers,..

three, 18-87-90.

It's straight! Three in a row!

Scram!

Don Vincenzo, I did it!

What's up? - Don Attilio won the lottery!

Very good, Don Attilio! - Move over. Three in a row!

Poverty is over!

We're turning over a new leaf!

Thank you, San Gennaro.

Move over!

My friend has won! My friend has won.

Don Attilio, we did it!

We'll have one big party, tonight! A Christmas like never before!

One minute. Want to sleep in here again tonight?

If it's not too much trouble. - Of course.

You want me to go on being a night watchman? No way!

You have to let me be!

I want to be alone!

I want to do somersaults!

I want to live like a lord! Go away!

I'm so sorry!

Out of the way!

Thanks anyway.

Have fun.

Merry Christmas, Don Attilio.

Dad, the songs!

Concetta, you know what?

We were crammed there, one above the other.

We'll do better tonight. - Below each other! - Shut up!

Concetta. Maria, don't worry! I'll take care of this. Come here.

Donna Assunta, a favor.

Tell me. - You're so good.

We had a mishap, just tonight, Christmas Eve.

Could you house us? For tonight only.

Jesus, how can I?

Graziella and Rita came from Salerno, with their husbands and children.

But wait, I'll ask my sister-in-law.

Come, Don Salvatore, come Concetta. Follow me.

Didn't I tell you, Concetta? We're all set.

Listen, Pasqualino,..

poor Salvatore doesn't have a place to sleep. Couldn't you..

Just for tonight. - For the children.

This is a regiment! Where do I put them?

How about Maria Rosaria? - Right, let's try there!

She's got more room. - Her house is big, come. - She's right, come.

See, Concetta? I told you we'd be better off.

Can we buy some fireworks? - Shut up and walk.

Donna Rosaria is such a nice person!

Don Anto', poor Esposito has no home!

See how crowded we are?

Come on, it's a good deed! - It's Christmas Eve, poor devil!

Why are you wasting time? Take him to Don Nicolino, the welder.

That's true! Let's ask Don Nicolino.

Don Nicolino will certainly do you this favor.

He's always got a spare room.

Come on, Lucia. Let's go, Maria.

Don Salvatore, are you going away? - Concetta.

Concetta.

Dad, can we buy the large eel? - Shut up!

Concetta, listen to me.

With so many people waiting for us with open arms, we lose heart?

Let's do this: Maria, you go and ask Donna Rosa,..

the one who wanted to be your godmother.

You go to godmother's at Forcella, and you wait here,..

with Gennarino and the little ones.

Unless they send us away again! - Shut up.

Yes, sir! - I'll ask Uncle Vincenzo on Alabardieri Street.

Play, Concetta. Play.

It'll be Christmas for us too, tonight!

# The Piave whispered calm and placid under the crossing #

# Of the first infantry on May 24th #

HISTORICAL SONG - POST-WAR HIT THE LEGEND OF THE PIAVE

POST-WAR HIT "We're from Naples, pais�!

Veteran of the Great... Greatest War is looking for lodging

# As long as you have the sun, as long as you have the sea #

# As long as you have a girl and a song to sing #

# Let's forget who won, let's forget who lost #

# Let's forget the past, we're from Naples, pais�. #

The player piano. - So?

Some relatives of theirs have come for Christmas. They can't house us.

I've bought the eel!

Yes, we'll have to eat it alive, the eel!

But Concetta, with so many people waiting for us with open arms,..

we lose heart right on Christmas Eve?

Here's what we'll do:

Maria, you're going to try with Aunt Carolina in Monte Calvario.

I'm going...- Cut it out, Salvatore! Why on earth are you doing this?

You've been saying this for years!

What kind of man are you, Dad? Why do you keep saying tomorrow we'll be fine?

If a family man doesn't have a serious occupation, a real job!... - Oh, yeah?

You mean that what we do is useless?

Songs!... So the songs are completely useless?

So we're not earning a living in an honest way?

Yes, by panhandling... begging! Bread and fresh air!

Wouldn't it be better to be a sweeper? - Oh yeah...Yeah!

You're right.

Anything, even a broom, is better than a player piano!

Who am I? Can I make a pair of shoes? No!

Do I know how to make a table? No!

Can I ever win the lottery?

No, no, no!

Dad. What are you doing, Dad? - I sing songs.

I'm a lazy man! I'm worth nothing. I'm a despicable man!

Go away! - Dad! Where are you going?

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Come on, Dad, don't listen to them. They're women, what do they know?

Look at that!

How beautiful!

Dad! Dad!

How beautiful!

# Taste my soup #

# Genuine young octopus #

# And Capri's hot-peppered clams. #

Hey, you rascal! Come here!

# I'd like to kiss you #

# I'd like to kiss you #

# But I don't have the heart #

# To wake you up #

# To wake you up #

# I'd like to fall asleep #

# I'd like to fall asleep #

# And hear you breathing #

# For an hour, for an hour. #

You wretches! Where were you?

Is this the time to be back home?

We've been looking for you all night long!

Here you go.

You're two vagabonds!

Let's go.