All language subtitles for Nella.Citta.L.Inferno.1959.434p.2M.IT1-ac3.en.en2

But not this time.
This time it's true!

It's true, judge.
It's all, all, all true.

It's true what Mr. Ernesto says.

If not me,
you got to believe him, judge.

If he says so...
a man like this cannot lie.

I hope it won't be
a vulgar Italian flic.

Here are the Ladies!

- Look at those people at the Gianicolo!
- What a starry sky!

A sky full of stars
sky as blue as the sea

What a night!

What makes me come in here
in this season?

Soon you'll be gone
and you will go to the beach.

No, we don't have sea near my town.

Rome has the sea.
Rome has everything.

The sea, the city,
the fountain of Trevi.

Via Veneto, that is
as light at night as it is in daytime.

It's good business with
all those tourists.

Popcorn, nuts,
candy sticks.

Don't yell.

Did you hear that?

What's this?

We want the film.

Where do you live, beauty?

The free world?
Prison world, you mean.

Whistle again.

Do me a favor. My daughter is
coming by tomorrow. I want to see her.

Look at that.

- You can't see a thing.
- How, you can't see a thing?

- What if they notice?
- No.

Hey! Sit down now!

What did she say?

Her daughter is the one yelling
the news from under the window.

- She wants to come see her.
- Well?

- Suppose they'll notice?
- Egoist.

And they say that love makes you good!

You see your guy every day. Won't you
let a poor mother see her daughter?

So you'll say yes.
I decide whom I let into my cell.

And remember that I gave Piero to you.
Otherwise I'll take him back.

You're going to mass tomorrow.
And I will teach you how to do.

Rock 'n' roll.

I'm done with it.
Laugh, it is not a funeral.

Who wants to go to mass?

Sister,
here's one who wants to go to mass.

Sister!

Sister! Marietta wants to go to mass.

She is Jewish and we need
Moby Dick around.

You wanted to pray for your Piero,
didn't you?

Sister, you know,
Marietta has a beautiful Piero.

- l'm going to mass.
- There you go.

I'm going.

Rock 'n' roll...

Here is my big love.
I dream about you!

What are you doing?

Go fetch it, go fetch the key!

Come on, get out.

Stop it.

Lina, whistle.

- Where are you going?
- To see my daughter.

Egle did it on purpose.

Enough. She should be inside by now.

Who's giving me a cigarette?
I'm forced to say a bunch of lies!

Marietta, silence.

Hail Freedom!

Go to mass.
My big love, I will kill you.

Keep quiet.

What a behavior, just before mass!

A cigarette, even second hand.

Thank God.
Oh, there's that one now!

Keep an eye around.

- Are you done?
- But how's it done?

What an effort.
I will show you.

Get aside with your fat belly.

See this mirror? See that hole?

You can peep at the street
through that hole.

I will help you.

You are heavy.

Hold yourself tight.

When mass is over you have to get out,
whether you saw your daughter or not.

Sweating.

Moby Dick...

- You lose weight, it's good.
- Don't move, I can't see you.

In "Regina Coeli"

there is a cot,

come my dear Ninetta

come take a nap.

- Where are you? I can't see you, Nina.
- Here.

Nina, l see you!

Move a little. No no! Don't move!
I see you now!

Listen to her, with her children.
She makes them to stay out of jail...

... and then, once here,
she wants to see them. Madness.

Help...

Thank God,
now she starts with the good ones.

It went well. So she'll get it
off her mind for a few days.

Cover yourself.

I'm through.
Don't use water for a few hours.

- Cover yourself.
- Sister, it's hot.

I think it's born.
She stopped crying.

You have a face!
As if someone just died.

What can they do to us?

Two hours of solitary confinement...

... or staying inside for a week.
Who cares?

We're already in jail anyway.

Don't tell me you're crying about
your love? You're worse than a child.

I was joking.

How can you fall in love with someone
you only heard singing?

You saw him from far, even upside down.

You don't even know him.
He could be married.

What if he doesn't like you?

You are mean.
You are jealous.

What of?

Of everything.

- Of whom?
- You want me to be like you.

Unhappy and poisonous as you,
always in the junk. - You're nuts.

I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to see you anymore.

I'm young, I can start over again,
I can change...

I don't want to end up in the junk!

But who the hell are you?

Who do you think you are?

You think you're better than us?

I've never had
a two years sentence like you.

You are a scumbag,
with your angel face.

What are you thinking?
A thief you were, a thief you are...

... and a thief will always be.

- Leave her.
- Mind your own business.

She is killing her.

Get away!

What a madness.

Her mouth still smells of milk,
and she gets cocky!

Nobody frightens me.

What are you looking?

She made up a romance.

She saw herself with a groom, already!
What groom!

Get away.
I'm sick of you.

You make me sick.

- Lina Borsani...
- Mirka, is it born yet?

Lina Borsani
get ready with your booklet.

- Lina, booklet. You're getting out.
- What booklet?

Your savings booklet. You're free!

- Where is it? - What? - Your booklet!
- In the cupboard.

I want to give you a note.
Who got a pencil?

This is our moment, Lina.

Egle, did you hear that?

l'm going out.

So what? - Didn't they tell you?
- They did, but she didn't understand.

I understood perfectly.
I just didn't tell you anything.

She was held for investigation. Surely
later she must go to court. - Up yours!

You are lucky.

- You want to go out like that?
- How stupid.

- l will help you.
- And your stuff.

- Give me a newspaper.
- Pack my stuff.

Help me with my hair.

Lina, here is my note.

Here are your slippers.

Take this note, it's urgent.

Lina, please.

- Can I have it?
- Countess, I'll keep that.

- They will search you on the way out.
- Put it in her seam.

You can also send it by mail.

- What is it? Aren't you happy?
- Of course I am.

- l don't have the money for a stamp.
- Don't worry. I have a note for you.

- Another note?
- Give us your address.

- I'm not sure if I'll stay in Rome.
- Good luck. - Thanks.

All is well. It's a boy.

Great news.
She made it.

- How is Aida doing?
- Good.

What am I gonna do?
I don't want to go back to my town.

- What do you want?
- If there's an order I have to.

- They think I'm married. - Then
forget that order, and do as you wish.

Go to Vincenzina.
Besides, you still have to thank her.

She'll arrange something for you.

Wake up.
Enough stupidities.

Go to Vincenzina.

At the bar at Via Florida.
There's only that bar.

Assunta will read your future.

This note, hide it in your hair.

I know decent people
that can help you...

Good luck.

Bye everybody.

Moby Dick...

If I'm in Rome...

I'll be released november 30.
If you're in Rome, come and get me...

Wait a second sister.
Lina, wait, I'll throw some salt.

So you won't come back.

Sara, give me some salt.

Go. I throw it to you,
but don't turn around.

Otherwise it doesn't work.
Don't look back...

... so you won't return.

Whether you'll return or not,
it depends on you.

Well, I bid you farewell.

If they gave you notes, give them to me.
I promise I will mail them, if possible.

Throw away any addresses.

I don't want you to betray them, but
to forget everything about this place.

You are a decent girl.
Just go home.

- Where else? I must go home by order.
- Not necessarily.

Well then?
- What?

I don't have any address nor a note.

Are you ready?

- Do you have everything?
- She has my hairbrush.

- That's mine.
- You gave it to me. They all know it.

- Sure, you gave it to her.
- Back when you were two sweethearts.

Silence, or you go into solitary
confinement. Give it back to her.

You, take her place.

Sagittarius, huh?
Bad week!

Marietta, how are you?

l have something warm for you.

- Be well, I'll close the door.
- She should be in sick-bay.

For a cold? You amaze me, yet you're
an old hand. after all these years!

Why close it? It isn't cold.
What will you do in winter then?

Open up.
I can't stand being shut like this.

Open. Call her girls.
I can't stand it!

Are you locked in?

Sister Giuseppina!

I want to go to work.

I want to apply to go to work!

If they put you where Luisa cleans up,
you can even look down the road.

- You can even see your love.
- Who's thinking of that?

You look like a stray cat, by not
thinking of him. - Stomach pain.

You sound like the lady who fell in love
with someone she heard coughing.

I've got a cold and stomach pain.

I tell you that if we go to work,
we get some distraction...

... we get some distraction.
And we won't see those evil faces.

What if Piero sings
and you don't hear him?

Yesterday we heard he was working
in front of the workshop.

- And you won't allow him this joy?
- That's my joy.

I want to get out.
I want to leave this place.

What a wind! - The door!
- Cheers everybody!

- Shall I wait in line?
- There's only place for two.

I'll wait, what do I care?

How cold it is.

Here, sweep!

And you girls, make her work, help her.

Help her, make her work.

Come on, get to work.

Have a cigarette?

I'll give you the stub later.

Will you call me when it's my turn?

I know her, this one.

Who are you? Do I know you?

Wow, this is a beast.

Look who they bring in here.

- They're afraid she's getting mad.
- She is faking.

In the madhouse it's ten times worse.

The nurse sister knows it,
and does everything to keep her here.

That nun is crazy herself.

They protect someone who drowned
her own two year old girl.

They filed me as a habitual offender.
How should they file her?

Madness.
Hey, is it my turn?

When is my turn?

Life is all a joke. I steal in order
not to work, I come here, and I work.

- Life is a joke.
- You can say that.

It's all a laugh...

... or a cry.

Is there anything else?

For sure she scares me.

I pity her.
She was starving to death.

She was engaged, they were about to
marry, but he left to work in Belgium.

Just as soon, her mother threw her
in the street to hustle with her sister.

When he returned, out of fear that
he'd find out what she was doing

she got back to him and remained pregnant.

Someone told him everything
and he sacked her.

He didn't believe the child was his.

- Are we sure she doesn't hear us?
- No, she doesn't understand.

She did try to work.

But she had to start begging,
with her child.

She carried it in a basket,
ill, and full of scabs.

Because of malnutrition.
And one day, in that same basket...

Let's go.

What can I say...

Do you want to help me?

Come.

Come and help me out.

You know? I heard what you said.

It's true.
I carried her in a basket.

With a good lawyer,
you might get away with a few years.

I was hoping she would make it.

What do you say?

You throw a two year old girl
into a river...

... and you want her to survive?

On the water,
the basket kept on floating.

Help. Help.

Quick, a sheet!

What are you doing? Leave her!

Let her loose.

Call the doctor and the warden.

To sick-bay, quick.
Take her away.

- You butchered her! You are a shame!
- What happened?

Nothing! Go back to work!

- Nothing happened.
- Go to work.

About an inmate,
people say 'poor bastard'...

... or 'he deserved it'.
Perhaps they are even right.

But they don't have a clue
on what we're going through.

And I forget it too, when I'm free!

And thus I come back!

You have no fault. None. But mother,...

... what a mess.

What a mess!

- Any mail?
- It's coming. Be patient.

Nothing for you. Mariangeli...
- Assunta!

- What?
- You promised I'd get a letter.

Your dream said 'mail',
but didn't say 'today'.

Maria Mugnai...

- Are you Maria Mugnai?
- No, it's Marietta.

For me?
Who writes me?

Bad news maybe.

Did you get mail?

- It's a gag.
- From whom?

- Who?
- It's a gag.

Show it.

Piero Valenti, Via San...

Piero Valenti...

They're making fun of you.
Show me the letter.

Show it.

I won't eat it.
Give it.

What if it's not a joke?

Dear Marietta...
This one knows your name...

... while that Piero doesn't
even know you exist.

Allow us some fun too.

Dear Marietta...

I am the one whose name really is Piero.

You know me but I don't know you.

Or better said, I know you
because I think of you since I know it.

So, now I write you
to tell you that I know it.

I give you my address
so you can write me back.

When we meet, I will tell
you how I heard about you.

I hope they allow me a visit...

... I'll see you then and I'll tell you.

I am still thinking of you, Piero.

But this is not a joke.

It's real.

- Marietta got a letter from Piero.
- Which Piero?

- The one out the window.
- He wrote?

- Do you write back?
- Of course.

Have his address?

- What does he write?
- Is he in love with you?

- Does he want to marry you?
- That's fast.

- Assunta, place the cards.
- Doing it already.

What's going on?

Piero the mechanic wrote her.

- He loves her.
- No idea how he knows her.

- Queen of hearts. Nice.
- Marietta, jack of hearts.

Jack of hearts...

Did he write for real?

You look like
the miraculously healed of Lourdes.

Show it again.

Come, don't be selfish, show it again.

Don't you understand I never
got something like this before?

Would you reply to him?

Write him that
just thinking of him warms your heart.

But I want to tell hin everything, why
I'm here, what I've done. Everything!

They probably told him already.

I want to tell him myself.

In short, I think
he then will understand better...

... that I know that I was wrong.

Above all, I want to write him...

... that even if he'll never come,
even if he won't fall in love,...

...only because he wrote me
the way he did,...

... he made me understand...

... that when I'll get out of here...

... I'll get out to never return.

How beautiful!

- Write it as you said it.
- I don't know how to write it.

I got it, here it takes Ms Luisa,
who studied.

Amelia, ask Ms Luisa if
she can help Marietta write her letter.

I'll help her.
Read out loud what she wrote.

- No, I didn't write it. I'm no good!
- You just told a poem that made me weep!

Did you hear you too, Egle?

Here's Ms Luisa.
Mrs, she needs to reply to Piero.

She knows what to say,
but she can't write it.

But it's so beautiful!

If she could just write it down...

... he will marry her.
It shall become a romance.

- First or last name?
- For a lover you use the first name.

- I would write 'My dear love'.
- No, no: 'My dearest'.

I'd say 'Distinguished Mr. Piero'.
Well, she doesn't know him!

Who's he, an Honorable?

I wouldn't tell him anything.

Will you stop it? Time to sleep!

- Shut up, you bully.
- A bit of compassion.

Stop that crying, stupid bitch.

My dear sister Giuseppina.
Don't you recognize me?

Look at me well.
How do I look?

- How are you?
- Good.

Lina! - Here I am. Hi everybody.
- Very elegant.

All new stuff.

Give me a kiss.

- Who is still here?
- Sara, Moby Dick.

Where is Moby Dick?

- Here you are.
- Kiss.

I'm coming.
Where is Egle?

- How beautiful you are.
- Paola, the countess...

- What about Renata?
- She is gone.

- You are so beautiful.
- All presents from lovers.

Look at her. Are you drunk?
- Egle!

Why didn't you say anything?

Sister, may I have Marietta's place?

Can you put me here? - Why not?
- Thank you.

Good to see you.
Let me hug you.

Finally.

- Finally, my dear.
- Beautiful!

Say, did you talk to Piero?
- What Piero?

Marietta's Piero?

He heard it from a blondie
on the Lungotevere.

I met so many of them
on the Lungotevere.

What, did you become a whore?
That's why you're so elegant.

There came three youngsters
and one was named Piero.

That was him.
He was with Vincenzina.

I have so much to tell you.

You were right.
I won't work anymore for 18,000.

Greetings from Vincenzina.

You are a bit pale.

Aren't you glad to see me?

Get out of my sight.

What's wrong?

I am so happy to see you.

You are mad about the fact
that I kept silence for so long.

But I have been thinking
about you all the time.

You know what I did whenever
I had to make decisions?

I thought...
Egle would advice this or that.

Egle would have said this.
Egle would have done that.

So Lina, heads up.

Look at what has become of you.

Do you see this?

You are rotten from within.

What are you saying?!

Rotten, me?

Look who's talking!

She taught me for three months
and she doesn't know anymore.

'Wake up.
Take half of the loot.'

'At your age I was rocking hard.'

You know what I tell you?

I too got the itch
to improve my life here...

... and you helped me with that.

That's not true.

It is not my fault.
It is not possible.

You became like that
because you liked it.

You just liked it to become like that.

What are you telling me?
It is not true.

Egle hits Lina.

- It is not true...
- Sister...

... that you had to come back here.

It is not my fault.

Not to solitary confinement.

Women, throw salt when I leave.

I don't want to come back here.

I was afraid they wouldn't
give you a permission.

Well, it took a while, but...

- Did you get my letter thursday?
- I replied it.

I always reply.

To think that I never used to write.
Whom to? My father lives with me.

I didn't write in school either.
I had to hold my fingers like this...

... then I got hit by the teacher.
- Did it hurt you?

My essay was too short.

The theme once was:
'How was your sunday?'

- And I wrote: 'A good one'. That's it!
- That's all?

How was your sunday?
It was good. That's all.

You are beautiful.

- More beautiful than they said.
- Who said that?

- The one who told me about you.
- Who?

She had been jailed here.

I met her with friends,
a blondie, from Veneto.

She told me about you, that
you looked at me and called my name.

- Did you hear me?
- Of course.

- That's why I got curious...
- Time.

- One minute...
- It passed already.

Let's go.

- Can you come again?
- Around Christmas perhaps.

Thank you.

Visitors, girls.

Visit. Silence.

The inmates know they
are free to answer...

... and to be photographed,
only if they agree.

- What say, cutie?
- This is the Zoo. They brought us nuts.

- Take a picture of her.
- Come on.

That's a good one.
What a cute girl that is!

Come over here.

- Turn around.
- Have a picture taken for Piero.

Stop it.

Hey, you won't take a picture of her.
No!

Why? - Because
she's leaving, and getting married.

- She won't come back here. Go away!
- Careful, the camera.

Will you go away?

What a character that is.

Thank you.

Stupid.

Stupid!