All language subtitles for Caro Mic

DEAR MICHELE

Dear Michele,
I'm going to town today

and if I make it in time, I'll drop by.

If I don't find you,
I'll leave this note.

I bought some rabbits and they
should be delivered tomorrow.

I'd like you to build a few cages
as I don't know where to keep them

and they can't stay
in the utility room.

If you come, feel free
to bring your laundry to wash.

Your aunt Matilde
has definitely settled in here

but we finally have a maid.

Her name's Cloti. She's not nice and
she doesn't feel like doing anything.

Where's Cloti?
- She hasn't come down yet.

What about the breakfast?
- I took care of it.

We don't have time to eat it here.

Bye, mom!
- At least drink your milk!

Ready? I won't wait for you.
- I'm coming!

Cloti hasn't woken up yet?

That one didn't come to serve
but to get served!

Going out?
- I'm going to town.

I'll come with you.

No, I prefer walking
in this fine weather.

There's a cold, healthy air.

I'm off to Rome for the phone line.
One needs to go in the morning

and if I don't go in person,
we'll never get the line connected.

Without a nice recommendation,
you won't solve anything.

Will you be back by 1pm?
- No, tonight.

Today is the first Thursday
of the month. - Right.

The more I think about it,
the more you two seem crazy.

What happens
if you miss one Thursday?

Nothing, but I always go.

So does he? - So does he.

But if it's a torment for both of you
what are you meeting for?

It's a habit now.

Your brother is very methodical
in his disorganization.

When we separated, he decided
we had to meet once a month

and sit at that small table
from 5 to 7pm.

And we do that.

What's Cloti doing?
When is she supposed to get up?

I'll see about it.

Go cook these onions.
We'll make a soup when I get back.

What? These?

But they're all rotten.

Wait.

Let's go over there.

Madam, your husband's valet
has just called

to inform you that your husband
can't come today because he's ill.

You could call him or pay him a visit.

Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.

Excuse me, who's that lady?
- The wife.

I haven't decided yet if I like more
the flowered tile or the other.

And I'm not even sure if
the layout of the baths is right.

I'm miles away because

in a few days I need to have surgery.

Come in!

I've just come.
I haven't spoken to him yet.

He's keeps on phoning,
one call after the other.

He told me to come.
- Same to me.

What about Michele?
- I think he told him to come too.

You're the architect,
but I'm the one who calls the shots.

It is me who must go live in that house.

All year round.
Actually, for the rest of my life.

Alright, alright.

You need to have surgery?

Yes, to get rid of
that pain in my stomach.

I'm having that tower
at the seaside renovated.

Mostly for Michele.

You only worry about him and
you don't think about your daughters.

Besides, Michele dislikes the sea.

It was really a stroke of genius
buying that tower.

Anyway, I often have
these strokes of genius.

But, I don't like the fact that
you went to live in the country.

I had my good reasons.
- Yes, I know. Filippo got married.

He got a wife and
he already got her pregnant.

What a no-good man!
I've never liked him!

With those drooping shoulders,

those little curls

and that profile of a hawk.

Is it true you that took my sister in?

She was depressed. Penniless.
She made a wrong investment.

She'll give the twins
some private lessons.

Don't let her come around here.
Neither Matilde nor the twins.

And I don't want the twins
to go to the seaside tower.

I can't take a nap
because of their portable radios.

I don't want Viola either.

She can go to her in-laws
in the country, packed with flies.

How can you put up with a daughter
who hasn't got a scrap of irony?

You, Angelica, you're better.

On the other hand, you've a boring
husband. Much more boring than Viola's.

He speaks ill even of C�zanne!
What a prick!

I will go talk to your doctor.
You'd better go to the clinic at once.

I'll decide when to go to the clinic.

I wanted to phone Michele
and tell him to come here.

Sure. You can phone him.

Let's phone that friend of Michele.
What's his name?

The one who has a bookshop.

He surely knows where Michele is.
He can drop him a note.

I got it. Osvaldo.

Yes, Osvaldo.
I always forget his name.

Will you transfer the call
over there, in the studio?

I remember you always used to sing it
while painting.

Listen, Dad.
That girl's waiting downstairs.

You know that girl
you introduced me to once?

We went together to buy her a jacket.
She wants to know if she can come up.

Anyway, mom doesn't care.
- No, I don't want to see her.

She takes too many cabs.

Hello? Osvaldo?
Sorry, it's Michele's mother.

Could you tell me...?
- Mind that Michele is not in Rome.

I'm sure of what I'm saying because
I took him to the airport.

What? It's can't be!
- It is, madam, I'm telling you.

I'm not really allowed to tell you.
But, given the circumstances...

Dear Michele, Osvaldo told me
you'd gone out to London.

I was astonished and appalled.

You could've called me to
a public phone in town to warn me.

Osvaldo says you intend to stay there
through the winter

but your father is very sick.

Another thing
I want to tell you is this:

I received a letter from a certain
Mara Castorelli.

She says she met me last year
at a party in your basement.

She's staying in a pension
but it's too expensive for her.

She says she's had a baby

and she'd like to come
and show him to me.

I haven't replied to her yet.
I'd like you to tell me who that girl is.

Hi! - I've been waiting for you
for an hour, like an idiot!

You came without the car?
- I had to park across

because there's no space here.
- See that curly-haired girl?

She's my next-door neighbor.
She's very kind. I owe her a lot.

Money, too. Smile to her!

My brother has come to pick me up.
- Good morning. - I'm going home.

Here.

One...

Here, like that.

And three. I'll bring you back
the thermos and everything tomorrow.

That's done.

I'm your brother?
- She's been very kind.

They like meeting
other people's relatives.

You owe her a lot?
- A little. Will you pay her back?

I told her she'd get the money.
They'll never see me again here.

One day I'll send her a money order.
- When? - When I get a job.

What about the thermos?
- I think I won't give it back.

Anyway, she's got another one.

So...

Hey, you aren't even watching him!
How does he look to you?

Who does he look like?
- Newborns are all alike.

Not true! Curly-head's baby
is a totally different type.

My baby looked like Michele.

But not anymore. When will you see him?
- Who? - Michele!

I went to see him in his basement.
During the last days of pregnancy.

I phoned to him. He said
he would come but he didn't.

I wrote to his mother too.
I know her! I saw her once.

Let's go.
Elisabetta is waiting in the car.

Who's Elisabetta?
- My daughter.

Hold back that beast
and don't let him lick my baby!

Got it, Elisabetta?

How old is the baby? - Don't you
remember? A month and a half.

He looks older because he's plump.
I left the hospital 3 weeks ago.

It was the head nurse who gave me
the address of that pension

but I couldn't stay there.
It was filthy!

It made me sick putting my feet
on that rubber mat.

You know what they are like?
- I do, I do.

They said I was ringing
the bell too often.

I was ringing because
I needed many things.

I'm doing mixed feeding. Down!

It's complicated.
I'd always forget the fork.

What fork? - The one
to shake the powdered milk.

Then, to weigh the baby,
I was using curly-head's scale.

But, though very kindly, she told me
not to go in her room at 2am.

Does your mom have one of those scales
to weigh babies? - Dunno.

I really need a scale.
- You can rent one at the pharmacy.

What can I rent if I'm broke?

Watch my baby.

Goodbye, eh. - Goodbye.

Bye, daddy!

That's your wife?
Ask her about the scale.

No, not now. I'll ask her later.

Your daughter's nice.
She didn't utter a word.

She's shy. - Shy and rude!
She didn't even notice the baby.

You took this flat
without checking it first?

I didn't take it at all.
They lent it to me.

A friend of mine.

I was staying with some friends
on the Cassia

then I had a row with them
because I broke their camera.

After that, I moved away.

Actually, I'm going to phone.
- Who? - My friends on the Cassia.

They'd find me a job
if I spoke English.

Do you speak English? - No.

Listen... Here. In the meantime,
go over there and boil the water.

Everything's there.
At least, that's what they told me.

A cup, a bowl,

a fork and a spoon.

I see no forks.
- Dear God!

I have no luck with forks.
I'll shake it with the spoon.

No spoons either, just knives.

Alright then,
I'll shake it with the knife.

Should I go to the pharmacy
and rent you a scale?

You'll go later. Don't move now.

I like having someone near me
when I shake the powdered milk.

I'm always afraid that
it might be lumpy...

You've no luck with chairs, too.

I can't stay here forever.
I've got to see my wife.

You're separated. Why do you need to go?
- To spend some time with the girl.

Why did you separate?

We were too different to live together.

How different? - Different.

She rich, me poor.
She active, me lazy.

She always with some kind of project,
houses to tidy up,

old aunts to accommodate,
dogs to mate,

garages to turn into art galleries.

Curly-head told me that
I could go with them to Trapani.

Her husband is in Trapani,
setting up a snack bar.

If things were going well, they'd hire me.
They need someone to keep accounts.

Can you do that?

Almost everyone can keep accounts.

Go check if the water's boiling.
- It's been boiling for a while.

Then, turn it off.

You know,
I can even take Michele to court

because I'm under-age.
If I did that, he'd have to marry me.

Come off it!
Don't make me laugh.

I've always looked older than my age.
When I was 12...

No way! You're 25.

I saw your identity card.
- How could you do that?

You gave it to me. You wanted to show me
how bad the photo was.

It's true. I do remember now.

I often tell lies.

It seems to me that your lies
are meaningless. - Not always so.

You get tired of people
feeling sorry for you.

Or maybe you're feeling so down that
you can only feel better by lying!

You always told me that you don't know
if that baby is Michele's.

I don't know for sure.
I think it's his.

But I was going to bed with lots of men.
Who knows what came over me.

When I realized I was pregnant,
I thought I wanted the baby.

I've never been so sure of something.

I wrote to my sister and
she sent me the money for an abortion.

I kept the money but
I didn't feel like having an abortion.

She said that I was nuts.

And her husband wrote me that
they were moving to Germany

and told me to go to hell!

He's an agronomist.
I've never met him!

I see.

How strange...

I've never made love with you!

It never crossed my mind.
Neither yours. I leave you cold?

To tell the truth, you do.
- Fuck off!

You think it's nice to hear that?

The baby's asleep.
He's done eating.

This baby is a pest.

Not at all.
He sleeps all the time.

He's a pest even when asleep.

I know I've got into real trouble.

I'm aware of that!

Now you're going to cry?

Go shake the milk. - I've never
done that in my whole life.

Then read the instructions
on the tin. Help me!

Mom, mom!
- Don't shout. Your dad's sleeping.

The bell rang.
I answered the door.

Who's that?

What are you looking for?
- Michele.

When did you see him?

He says he's cold and hungry.

Shall I warm these up for him?
- Wait.

Dear Angelica, I left in a hurry

because they phoned me at night
to tell me that Anselmo got arrested.

I called you from the airport
but you weren't home.

I'm giving this letter to a lad who
will hand it to you. His name is Ray.

I met him here.

He's from Ostend. He's reliable.
Put him up if you have a bed.

He'll have to stay in Rome
for a few days.

Can't you hear the phone?
I won't answer. I'm not in for anyone!

If they're calling from the paper
tell them to find someone else.

I've done 18 hours in a row
and I can't kick the bucket.

I must sleep,
do you understand or not?

Yes. It's a friend of Michele.
He's from London.

OK, you'll tell me later.
Now, answer the phone.

Enjoy your meal!
- He'll be staying here for a few days.

That too!

What's with you?

Dad has died.

Get back to sleep.
- No. What shall we do now?

Nothing. We've got plenty of time.
Please, get back to sleep.

He'll have to stay in Rome
for a few days.

You must go to my place at once.

Get the keys from Osvaldo
with an excuse.

Tell him you must look for a book
or whatever you want.

I almost forgot to tell you
you must take a bag or a pack.

Inside my stove there's a dismantled
machine gun, wrapped up in a towel.

I totally forgot about it when I left.
It looks weird, but that's how it is.

So, take that machine gun
and get rid of it somehow.

I'm giving this task
not to Osvaldo, but to you.

I'd rather Osvaldo
not find out about this.

What did you just throw out?
- Rotten oranges.

I'd also like a black scarf.

I'm leaving the basement keys.
- All right, thank you.

Did you find it? - I did, thanks.
You'd better keep the keys.

If Michele arrives,
he might come right here.

He will certainly arrive.

It's a shame he didn't come at once.

He's the only person in the world
dad would've liked to see.

Poor dad.

In one of his letters,
Michele asked me to take care of a girl.

I don't know if you know her.
- I took care of it.

She was staying in
a ridiculous flat on via Prefetti.

Miss Perone has a very old mother

and she needed a girl
to do the housework

in exchange for room and board.
It's a nice house, she'll be fine there.

I'm glad. I think
she deserves to get help.

Miss! - What is it?

Miss!

What are you doing, mom?
- Nothing, looking for my slippers.

What do you say? It's not quite time,
but he's been screaming a lot.

Good thing you're awake.

If he hears us talking, he'll fall asleep.
Should I give him milk now?

How should I know? I was sleeping.

What time is it? - 12.30.

When did we feed him last night?

I don't remember.
When was it, mom?

At 1 o'clock. - We'd better wait
another half an hour

but he might hear us
and go back to sleep.

Who knows when
he's going to wake up again!

I'm going to prepare the milk.

He's all wet. - Of course!
It's time to change him!

This time I'll let you do it,
but be careful!

Where are you going? - That's it!
I'll talk to her. - You'll catch cold.

The cheese shouldn't be put in the fridge.
Unless you wrap it up in foil.

Listen, Miss...
- I'm always so hungry at night.

Hungry and thirsty. It must be
because of all that dried cod.

Why are you eating that
so often? To save money?

After two days of dried cod
I have no milk left. - My daughter...

Go over there. If my sweetie
hears you talk, he'll calm down.

I'll boil the water.
- My daughter...

Tell her she can change him now.

My daughter isn't good with kids.

Besides, she works all day
and she needs sleep at night.

You are here to assist us.
Do you get my point?

I know your daughter better than you.
She's crazy about kids!

I smell something burning.
What happened?

My coat!

Oh, my! I was ironing my coat!

My God!

I'm screwed!

Remember my wife? - Of course I do.
Thanks for coming. You are...?

Ada, still the same wife,
although we separated.

You're never as much united
as when you're separated.

Mom, Angelica's coming with you.
Angelica, I've something to tell you.

I'm off to the newspaper.
See you at home.

I disagree with dad's will

especially on that tower issue.
Why did he leave it to Michele?

That's what he wanted.
It's a wreck, it's barely standing.

To make it liveable,
you need to put a lot of money into it.

We could sell some of the plots of land.

If we can be of help.
You know, Michele is to me...

I know. Thanks for having phoned him.
He wrote me about that.

He was thinking of coming
at least for the funeral

but I don't know what stopped him.
I can't understand what

might stop someone from returning
when such a tragedy happens.

I really can't.

I wonder whether he'll come
when I die, at least.

Let's go, mom. It's freezing.

Michele talked to me about a girl.
Her name is...

Mara Pastorelli or something like that.

You found her an accommodation, no?
- Yes, but it didn't work out.

Why? - Because...

Because with the baby...

I think it's outrageous that Michele
didn't show up. Outrageous!

He was afraid he might get arrested.
They arrested some members of his group.

It's outrageous, anyway.
And you agree with me

because he could let himself be arrested
in order to follow his father's corpse.

The corpse? - Yes, the corpse.
What's so strange?

Nothing. I think that's
an unusual word for you to say.

I think it's very common.
Why did it cross your mind

to take that girl to the Peronis?
- I felt sorry for her with that baby.

Besides, the Peronis needed help
with housework.

To my mind,
that girl is completely stupid.

Not completely.
- Yes, completely.

She's not stupid, just dazed.
- I can't grasp the difference.

Does the baby look like Michele?
- He's got dark hair.

Michele's hair is reddish.
- Hair doesn't matter.

He should've come here
and give him his name.

He would've done so if he were honest
but, obviously, he's not.

Just think how he treated his father.

I've never found your Michele
particularly likeable.

He was kind, yes,
but he was never that funny.

Why do you speak of Michele
as if he were dead too?

I think we'll never see him again.

He won't come back. He'll end up
in America or who knows where.

The world is full of such young people
who wander aimlessly.

One can't imagine how they'll get old.

It's as if they'd be that way forever:
no home, no family,

no fixed job, nothing. Just the
few things that they own and that's it.

They've never been young.
Thus, how will they grow old?

Even that girl with the baby.
How will she grow old?

He's gonna get an herniated disc
or he might choke. Do you hear that too?

He's been screaming for 2 hours
and nobody's home.

Two hours? Much more than that!
But that girl, the mother...

She did come back but she's gone to fetch
a locksmith to force the door open.

She locked herself out
or she might've lost the keys.

I phoned Miss Peroni at her office.
She's on her way home.

Here I am! I'm coming, sweetie!

Sweetie!

Excuse me.
Your mom's coming, sweetie!

There there, sweetie.
There there, sweetie.

We'll be with you right away.
Sweetie!

What's that?

Police? - The fire brigade, maybe?

Come on, hurry up!

You should smash that window.
You can get into the house from there

and then let me in.
- We could try forcing the door open.

No, it takes too much time
because of the security bolt.

I authorize you. I'm the mother.

Okay, get the ladder. Let's go.

Hurry up!

Sweetie? There there, keep calm.
We are on our way.

The simplest solutions
never come about at once!

Did you see, Miss?

What have you done, sweetie?

Look how much water.
Everything flooded.

Did a pipe break?

What's all this water?
- The shower tap was running.

Impossible!

I wanted to take a shower
and there wasn't a trickle of water.

The reservoir got filled up.
You left the tap running.

Miss!
- Why so early? Is there a strike?

The doorman phoned me.
You forgot the keys.

Did you have to bother her too?
The firemen are already here.

Listen. I would be happy
to keep you with us

because it's also a good deed,
but you have no common sense.

You're definitely of no help to us.

I'm sorry for you but I don't understand
why you wanted this baby

since bringing him up
causes you such anguish.

No anguish at all! - If it was up to me,
we could get on with it

but my mother is too old.
She gets frightened.

You'd better leave.

It stinks in here.

The flat has been empty
for some time.

Let some fresh air in. - It smells
of sewer and it's always been that way.

What with bleach and muriatic acid
you've no idea how much money I spent.

But it's useless. Some houses
stink and this one does.

I also warn you that
the roof leaks. There.

I had a bricklayer look at it.
The drop ceiling should be redone.

What are you doing here? - I couldn't
live with those damn Peronis.

They aren't mean.
Actually, they're rather kind

but they made my breasts dry out
with all their dried cod dinners.

You must leave. My friend has brought
some merchandise

and we're setting up a boutique.
- Not a great idea.

With all those stairs to climb.

And this stench!

Lovely!

Listen, dear, I said you could
stay here for a few days only.

Do you ladies live in this house?
- Just me and I'm not a lady.

I've got to talk to my friend now.
And then prepare the powdered milk.

Hold him a second. Here.

Since you've got a lighter...
Please, help me light the gas stove.

I warn you that it stinks too.

The electric one broke down.
- What? It worked just fine!

Not on your life! The coil burned out.
- You must have burned it.

It leaks! Don't be scared, you're
almost there. Strike another match.

Thanks.

Well, don't get me wrong

but there are too many of us
in here.

Come back later,
you'll see we'll find a solution.

When may I come back?
- Later.

If madam wishes to stay
in this house

I have nothing against it.
You could watch over the merchandise

and open the boutique in the morning.

We'll discuss it later.
But I probably won't accept

because, this lady here is the sister of
a friend of mine who lives in London.

This friend has his own apartment
which I believe I might use.

Am I right, Angelica?

How dare you, you damn idiot!
I'll make you take that back!

You're a stupid revisionist!

What did you say? I'll kill you!
- Oreste, stop it! Are you mad?

Look! Go wash
with cold water right now.

Cold water!

I'd better take him to the pharmacy.

Take him wherever you want,
but don't you dare bring him back here!

Or else I might do something crazy!

I don't want him in my house!

Dear Michele,
I saw Mara, the girl from Via Prefetti.

Osvaldo found her a job. She works
for Fabio Colarosa, a publisher.

I also saw the baby:
He's cute but he's not yours.

He's got thick lips
and long, black wisps.

The girl wants to stay in your basement

but it's not possible now
because Ray,

the guy you sent here, and
who stayed in my house for a week,

lives in the basement with Sonia,

that friend of mine.
I'm not sure if you met her.

Ray and Oreste did not get along.

Dear Michele...

"Guilt".
Always to be preferred to connivance.

"Purity." Ambiguous word

used mostly by those
who think in terms of dirtiness.

"Money."

The shame lies in having it
and not in spending it.

No, Miss.

It's not necessary that you come here.
When you hear the rattle

press the button on the Dictaphone
at your desk

and write down
what you hear me dictate.

Dear Michele, I give you the good news
that I've found a job.

It was Ada, Osvaldo's wife,
who found it for me.

I'm working for a publisher,
Fabio Colarosa,

Ada's friend. Osvaldo says
they've been lovers for years.

I was watching you.
I'm not dictating.

I can see and hear it.

You can go back. I'm ready.
- Now, you switched it off.

You told me to press it
if it was ringing. Now it wasn't.

Hello, everyone.
- Good morning.

Didn't you say you'd call first?

I thought it was easier to just drop in.
I'm having lunch with Osvaldo.

What do you think of the girl?
I warned you, she's a bit crazy.

I have nothing against crazy people.

I bring the baby to a lady
who takes care of 8 more babies.

Again, it was Ada who
found that lady for me.

Three slices of strawberry tart...
- You need to get the receipt.

Three strawberry tarts
and a ginger ale.

1,500.

Would you like to go
with me to a restaurant?

Thanks, but I promised my baby
I would come for him earlier.

Some other day, with pleasure.

The baby looks like you.

His hair's black and straight.
Yours is curly and reddish instead.

After all, babies hair changes
in time.

His eyes are dark-grey.
Yours are green.

The colour of babies' eyes
also changes over time.

I wish the baby were yours,
but I'm not sure.

But I won't ask you to be his father
when you come back.

I'd be crazy if I did that.
I'd be a bitch too

since I'm not sure
that you're the father.

Good-bye. - Good-bye.

They make me dizzy.

Who knows why he took up painting
these monumental and mindless pictures.

Please, leave that portrait there.
- Yes, madam.

As for the others, we'll seek advice.
I'll just take this portrait of mine.

He painted it at Pieve di Cadore,
a few months before we separated.

Shortly afterwards, we came back
to Rome. It was the end of summer.

At that time we lived on Corso Trieste.

One morning I went away.
I left him forever.

I left with the twins.
Michele was six years old.

Here it is! I found it!

You found what?

My novel!

It was the only corrected
and typewritten copy.

I gave it to him to read
3 years ago.

He told me he had lost it in a caf�,
at the train station. Remember?

Yes. You told me that many times.

''Polenta and Poison''.
That's the title, right?

''Polenta and Poison''.
I intend to have it published.

I'll tell Osvaldo.
His wife is friends with Colarosa.

It's just...
I was just talking about you.

You know Colarosa very well, don't you?

My wife. - Exactly!

So, we'll ask your wife
for a recommendation.

You'll cut a a fine figure, you'll see.

Let's hope so. If nothing else so that
she forgives me for another recommendation

that I asked of her, which will
probably bring about a lot of damage.

You're still hungry.

I thought you'd invite me out,
so I skipped dinner.

Do Michele's parents
look after the baby?

I only know Angelica, his sister.

She's nice. She promised that
she'd get me a baby carriage.

It wears me out
carrying him on my back.

I'll go to see his mother.

She says she's been quite depressed
lately. And I'm waiting.

When she'll be less so,
I'll go see her.

I don't want anything from her. I'm not
even sure whether the baby is Michele's.

Even if it were, I don't want to
marry him. He's bad-tempered.

I don't want to marry him
because I feel sorry for him.

I'd like to get married to a man
who I'd never feel sorry for.

I already feel sorry for myself.

I'd like to get married to a man

that I could envy.

We are late, aren't we?
- No, why?

On Saturdays, we have a half day off.

So?

So, if you allow me,
I'll walk you home.

That way, you'll introduce me
to your baby. - Of course!

My baby's not at home.
- Then, show me your place.

He's at the lady's who looks after him.
I don't own this place.

A Japanese man was supposed to live here
but he didn't because of the stench.

He gave me this kimono
when my coat got burned.

But if you like...
- I do.

I'd make you an instant coffee.

I've no patience with coffee.
It takes too much time to make.

Is that okay with you? - Yes.

The hardest part is finding a cup.
I have only one.

I borrowed it from a friend
who lives in a pension.

I should buy some household items
but I'm always busy.

I'm always busy.

Besides, I don't like taking
my baby to crowded places.

No sugar. Do you mind?

The teaspoon!

Here you are.

We made it.

Bad smell, eh?
- No, I can't smell it.

I've a big nose but I have
no sense of smell. - Lucky you!

I do.

No, that one is cracked.

But...

What a nice idea!

What is he like?

Pretty. Really pretty.

No, wait! I must prepare the milk.
If you get up, you'll make noise!

I didn't want to wake you up
when I came for my sweetie.

I had to dash.

Besides, it made me happy
to know that you were here.

I don't like being alone
when I shake the powdered milk.

I should be used to it
as I'm almost always alone.

But, I can't get used to it.

I'm making a sirloin for dinner.
We could split it.

Or you are busy?

You must dine with Ada?
- No, I haven't phoned her today.

You look like a pelican! I thought that
the first time I saw you.

You look like a pelican.

I know. I've been told that before.
I don't remember who but someone did.

It was Ada.
- No. I don't think so.

I'm going to see
if I really have that sirloin.

You mustn't be on
first-name terms with me at work.

Sorry if I made you wait.
I was in the shower.

And this baby carriage?

Don't tell me that...
- It's for that girlfriend of Michele's.

I hope Osvaldo will come to collect it
and take it to her place.

Are you alone? - Yes.

Oreste's gone to Orvieto for a rally.

And the girl is having
a sleepover in Anzio.

Do you have any cookies? - No, I don't.
But I have breadsticks, if you want.

Tea is almost ready.
Would you like me to pour?

I think I'm pregnant.
- Are you?

I think I'm going to have a
blood test tomorrow.

Michele wrote me
that he's getting married.

When? - In no time.

As soon as he gets the papers
he asked for.

You must be kidding!
He'll never get married.

He'll never have a family of his own.

He's gay. - What?

Didn't you realize that
he and Osvaldo are lovers?

What are you saying?

He has a girlfriend and a son
who is most likely his.

Now he's even getting married.

Because he's bisexual.

Osvaldo has a wife and children.
To you, he's bisexual, too?

Bisexual. - Come on!

Is he marrying an old girlfriend?
- No, he says he met her there.

She's not all that young. She's divorced,
has two children, American.

He says she isn't pretty.
She wears glasses.

But she's very smart.

We could've taken this for granted.

He wrote nothing to me.
Does mom know?

No. He wants me to give her the news.
At any rate, he wrote to Osvaldo.

And Osvaldo?

He was very nervous when I mentioned it.
- See? They are lovers.

Nonsense! He was nervous
because Ray, Michele's friend

who I put up in the basement,
takes a lot of strange people home.

Osvaldo is nervous because of Michele.
Say whatever you want

but this relationship
Michele-Osvaldo...

Even if Michele were gay, or
bisexual, that's his business!

And why should we take the tower
if dad's will was to leave it to him?

I must take a thing on behalf of Michele.
He wrote me to come here.

Dear Osvaldo, in my basement
there's a scarf in the back of a drawer.

It's a lovely scarf, 100% cashmere wool.
White with sky-blue stripes.

My father gave it to me.

I want you to take it
and make it yours.

I'd be happy to know
that you're wearing it

when you leave your shop and
you're strolling along the Tiber.

Dear Michele, the cashmere scarf
is nowhere to be found.

But I bought myself a scarf.

Not made of cashmere wool
and without the blue stripes.

When I wear it,
I imagine that it's yours.

I'm know that it's a surrogate.

On the other hand,
we all live on surrogates.

Bring in the rest. Fabio!

Fabio!

I hope there's milk in the house
because the baby has to eat.

Me, too, but the baby first.

Regular milk is all right too
if you don't have any powdered milk.

Is there any milk?
The young lady might have to dine.

No milk. As for dinner...
- Go down to the caf�, please.

Buy some milk and
a rotisserie chicken.

Don't forget my stuff!

Where's your room?

What an effort!

I've had it.

I get along well with you.
We may as well live together.

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

I like this bed.

It's soft.

Who painted it? - Mafai.

Michele would like it.
You know he's getting married?

He wrote me that from England.
He wrote he's getting married

and he's sending 12 onesies
for the baby.

They belonged to one of the kids
of his fianc�e, who is divorced.

We could send him this painting
for his wedding.

What do you say?

I got married on Wednesday.
Luckily, none of you came.

I do want to see you.

But we arranged the wedding hastily,
without giving weight to it.

Had you come,
you might've been disappointed.

Who are the other ones?

Her parents, I guess,
or close relations.

He could've sent us
a better photo than this one.

You can't see anything at all.

Just a black raincoat.

Strange. I was sure I took the letter.
Where the hell did I put it?

Did he seem happy to you?

His wife is a Communist
who teaches in a university.

In the morning he has to
take care of the house, the kids...

and even do the dishes.

How old is his wife? - 30.

Your brother needs an older woman.
He's always longed for motherly affection.

It's your dad's fault.
He took him from me when he was little.

Let's hope they come for Easter.

That way... We will meet
the wife and children.

Speaking of children...

Look there on the desk.

Filippo had a baby girl.
They named her Vanessa. Idiots!

Is that a good name for a girl?

Dearest Adriana,
Vanessa was born last week.

We're very happy
to announce it to you first.

You miss Filippo a lot, don't you?
Couldn't you two stay friends?

I didn't want to.

I like it better this way.

I cherish wonderful memories
of the years I spent with Filippo.

Listen. I invited Colarosa,
the publisher, to dinner next week.

Matilde has already annoyed him
in every possible way.

She's been bothering him
to get her novel published.

It's going to be at my expense.

Did you know he's going out now
with Mara Castori?

Castellari...
What's her name? Michele's friend.

Only the kitchen light is on.
- Seems like we got here too early.

May we come in?
- Why are you going this way?

It's pitch dark
on the side of the entrance.

I know why: you want to check
the menu: rice timbale.

Vol-au-vent with mushrooms
and b�chamel sauce.

Zuccotto cake. Everything round,
like Adriana suggested.

Go with them. I'll be right back.

Miss Castorelli.
- Nice to meet you.

Mr Colarosa, the publisher.
- No! Introductions in the living room.

This is where the cook
takes a bow. Please.

Come, come this way.

Mom?

Why don't you get up?
They're already here.

I won't serve dinner.
I'm feeling sick and I've resigned.

I just made an observation on
the vol-au-vent. - You said it was runny.

Hello. - Hello, Osvaldo.

Mr Colarosa.
- Pleased to meet you.

Miss Mara Castorelli.

This is Michele as a boy, right? - Yes.

He resembles you so much.
He has your green eyes.

My baby looks like him too.
Even though he has dark eyes.

Too bad I don't have his picture on me.
But you'll meet him soon.

It would be my pleasure.
What would you have?

Angelica, take care of our guests.

What would you have? - Nothing, thanks.
- Osvaldo? - Me neither.

Silly me! I forgot where I found it.

You're not from Rome, are you?
- No, I'm from Novi Ligure.

Have you ever been there?
It's a very pretty place.

Actually, it's not that pretty.

But my house is.

It's a very...

beautiful villa and very big.
Many of us live in it.

Of my own relatives, my little brother
is the only one I have left

and my dear old nanny.

Now my cousins are living there since
it was a pity to leave the villa empty.

Anyway, my cousins are
like brothers to me.

They're all lawyers. Just like my uncle
was, and even my father.

All very, very famous lawyers.

I always said to Michele:
''Should you ever need it,

you or your parents, of course,

there is no one better than them.''
I'd entrust myself to them, if need be.

They win every case.
They're bad news if you're against them.

Aunt Matilde said it's ready!

Come and help me.
- I'm coming. - I'm coming too.

There's no need, believe me.
- I'm cold. I want to fetch my fur coat.

Cold? - Damn cold.
- Is she really cold?

It's boiling hot. What an idea!
- It's not an idea.

If anything, it's a feeling.
- Possibly a sensation.

Relief to the starving!

Don't be silly. It's hot. Take it off!
- Are you afraid I might spoil it?

Please, take a seat.

Please.

It was bought 5 days ago.

He didn't really order it for me,
but I came at the right moment

to inherit it.

I've been into Pascal lately too.

I was curious to know what
was published in France in 1948.

Port-Royal, Sainte-Beuve...

I have a lot of admiration for
impulsive writers.

In these times of ecological thinking,
just like we look for genuine food

we should also favor
more genuine writers.

Dear Michele, the other night
I dined at your mother's place.

I don't know why I once wished so much
to see her, and wanted her to like me.

Maybe because I hoped
she'd help me marry you.

I've never really wanted to marry you

or perhaps I was so desperate
that I did, without knowing it.

It wasn't an enjoyable dinner.

I was wearing the mink coat that
the pelican gave me 5 days earlier

but then, at some point,
I felt like a high-class whore

and then I got very gloomy
and I thought...

What am I doing here?
Where am I?

What kind of people are these
if they don't ask me anything?

And when I speak, they seem
not to listen. They're intellectuals.

I was dying to shout to their faces
that they're assholes!

I'm handing you my manuscript.

My treasure, the only copy.

That'll do.

Best wishes to your
''Polenta and Chestnuts''!

The title of her book isn't ''Polenta and
Chestnuts'' but ''Polenta and Poison."

I got confused because of that song
that goes... Don't you know?

My mom used to tell me

Don't go to the mountains.

You'll be eating
polenta and chestnuts

and you'll get a heartburn.

If the Kra...
if the Krauts don't kill us

Krauts and clefts
and the cold alpine wind

when we get old
we'll have something to tell.

I don't know what you have against me.
What did I do to you?

You didn't talk to me,
you didn't look at me once.

I've got a terrible headache.
- God!

Always headache! Always!

He's teething, poor thing.

I have a right to get some sleep.

So? I too have a right to get
some sleep and have some fun!

You have a right to nothing!
You're the mother.

Listen up!

You'd better leave.
I'm sacking you!

You've already sacked me
many times but I won't leave.

Mr Colarosa has to tell me that.

Bitch!

Don't think I can go on
living like this.

We ought to hire a nanny.

A nanny?

Yes, a nanny.
A nanny, a nanny!

When I was living alone on via Prefetti,
I could even let the baby cry.

But I can't do that here because
you're always having headaches.

I don't think I feel like
having a nanny here.

Then I'm leaving!

I'm off!

I'll put 500km between you and me.
I'm going back to my relatives!

And don't treat me like
a high-class whore

only because you gave me a fur
you'd bought for some other woman.

I'm pretty, young, kind.
I have an adorable baby.

I do you the honor of living here.
I spend money that you don't need.

What more do you want of me?
You're nothing else but a shitbag!

I don't even need you!
I know where to go.

I've got a villa in Novi.
I come from a good family.

I have relatives.

And my nanny...

Dear Michele, I told you that
Colarosa and I would get married.

It was nonsense.
Pretend I never told you that.

He never dreamed of marrying me and
maybe I don't want to marry him either.

Amelia! - Who is it?

Amelia, open up! It's me!
- Who might it be?

Who are you?

I'm Mara. - Mara?

And that one? - He's mine.

We haven't seen each other
for so many years

and I didn't even know
that you got married.

In fact, I didn't get married.
- So, you aren't married.

I had this baby with a guy
who dumped me on the street.

What street? - Well...

It's a long story.

Listen, Amelia.
You have to take me in

as I have no money and I'm dead tired.
I've spent an entire day on the road.

Where could I put you?
Why don't you go to your cousins'?

I'd rather not tell them I'm here.

They don't know about the baby.
Neither does my brother.

May I know why did you come here?

I don't know. I wasn't sure whether to
come here or go to my friend's in Trapani.

It would've been better if I'd gone
there but I've still got time.

Do you see my cousins?
How are they doing?

How could they be doing? Bad.

Is it yours? - Of course it is!

How lovely.
It must cost a lot of money.

Do you want to sell it?

Why should I?

Amelia said that you're broke
and that you came here...

I ask nothing from you. I asked Amelia
not to tell you that I'm here.

Yet, she told us, and all
the other relatives as well.

Well, you know,
we can't do anything for you.

We're already taking care of your brother.
But if you want to sell the fur...

Hey, you! This one here
is your nephew, you know.

Not even looking at him?
Give him a warm welcome.

Think it over. A nice fur.

I like having nice things.
I even have...

I left my kimono
at the pelican's place.

That screwball, Mara,
called you from Novi.

She's asking you for a favor:
that you go to the Mr Colarosa's

and take a Japanese kimono which,
in haste of departure, she forgot

and to take it to her at the station

when she passes through Rome
on her way to Trapani.

She doesn't know when that'll be
and she's not sure if she wants to go.

Dear Mara, Osvaldo came and took
your Japanese kimono.

I'm deeply grateful to you
for having gone away.

It was, in fact, my deepest wish
and you figured it out

also because, maybe, I acted in a way
so that you could understand.

If you're still keeping alive,
deep inside you

an obscure, confused will
of coming back one day

you should know
that it will never be a good idea.

I wish you all the best
and I hope you're happy

provided that happiness exists.

I don't believe it exists
but others think it does

so it's not impossible
that they're right.

Who do we leave the girl to?
That costs a lot, you know.

Mom can easily pay for my trip.

Why doesn't she go see Michele?
I don't know why you get so upset.

What caused this state that you are in?

His last letter. Anyway, you read it too.
- Exactly because I read it.

Did he get bored with his wife?
Too bad for him.

Why did he marry her
if he barely knew her?

It's not that.
He's disappointed in himself.

He's in the middle of a crisis.

Does he miss you
and his friends in Rome?

He should come here and fulfill his need.
Why do you have to go see him?

Longing for Mara...
He wrote that or I'm wrong?

Yes, but he says that
because he's desperate.

His wife, despite all her cleverness,

couldn't help and understand him.

He says he can only pour out
his heart to a screwball like Mara.

That is, with nothingness.
- You bring on imaginary problems.

He's always liked to pity himself.
To pretend to be misjudged.

But there's nothing to understand.

I told you:
''Do what you want''.

The fact that I'm against it
is of no importance.

All you have to do is
put up the girl somewhere.

Because, next week, I'll be working on
the night shift again, got it?

Where were you looking for me?
- Weren't you going to Trapani?

That's the train to Trapani.

Are you sure? - Yes.
- Oh, my! Hold him, madam.

Help me.

Two...

And three. I'm coming. Thanks.

Where was I going to?
- I don't know.

I only know that...

That's the train to Trapani.

What a wretched trip!
Put it here.

Tell me why did you go to Novi?

I went there because
I wanted to run away.

I was head over heels in love
with the pelican.

But he didn't give a damn about me.

As a result of saying I had
a beautiful house, relatives...

Hold him a second, please.

As a result of telling everyone
I had a beautiful house,

nice and fond relatives and friends,

I ended up believing it. Well done!

Instead, it's not true at all.
I might've gone to Trapani at once.

At least, I had a job there.
- A job? Who do you think you are?

You'll be working as a servant.
- Okay, but little by little...

Later on I might find a place

like that one I had at Colarosa's

before the pelican took me
to live in his attic.

Actually, he didn't take you.
You went there yourself.

But do they know

that you are coming?
Curly-head.

No. How could I?

They might not take you in.
- They will, they will.

She's so kind.

It's leaving. Bye.

I brought you something to eat.

Now and then, I think
it's a real pity that Michele left

and that he got married.

Not because I wanted to marry him.

Besides, I'm pretty sure
the baby's not his.

But, I had a good time with Michele.

Instead, I ended up falling in love
with a man, not even handsome

with a big nose.

A pelican.

It is true you can fall in love
with anybody

even with the funniest,
strangest person,

the saddest.

Hey, won't you give the baby a kiss?

How do you like it?

Hi, Viola. - Hi, mom.

Oh, my God! The Van Gogh painting
would have been better

as suggested by your publisher.

If nothing else to give him
a little satisfaction, poor thing.

This looks to me like a leaflet of
the Socialist Party. - Nonsense!

It's much better than Van Gogh's.
And it's my own, just like the book.

Well, if it pleases you.
How come you're here?

No reason.
Angelica sends you this.

What's that?

The money you'd given her for the trip.
She's not going to England.

Why not?

She'll explain it better.
She's coming tomorrow.

You must know something too.

An Italian guy who got a scholarship
to Leeds and who knows Michele

phoned Angelica saying that
Michele had dumped his wife

and no-one knows where he is.
He said he wanted to go to Bruges

but he might not be there.
Michele's wife, according to this guy

says that Michele is �300 in debt
and he wants you to pay it off.

When did all that happen?
- I don't know.

But I think it'd be absurd for you
to pay such a big sum.

In my opinion, no-one should pay.

If those are Michele's debts...
- That's what the wife says.

Alright then. He'll tell us.

What might he be doing
in Bruges or Holland?

I think he'll come back here soon.

Excuse me.

Excuse me! I've got to see Miss Lidia.
She lives here, right? - She's my wife.

I just asked you if she lives here.
- Go upstairs. Stairway on the left.

I can't take all this stuff upstairs.
You'll do that, at your convenience.

You invited me and I'm here.
- What's going on here?

It's Mara, my friend from Rome.
I told you about her.

No. - Yes, I did. She's visiting us.

You haven't brought my luggage?

Hold him. I'll fetch it.
Besides, it's time to change him.

Who's this lunatic?
What's she doing here?

This damn bed!

She's in a fix. She asked me
if she could stay with us.

She'll help us with the housework
and the baby, right?

This morning in Bruges,
during a student protest

the police intervention
caused a vicious reaction

that led to violent riots.

In order to crash the protest,
armed units of the Belgian police

had recourse to the use
of tear gas and hydrants.

The students, after having
wrecked the cobblestones,

went on with throwing
Molotov cocktails.

Hello?

Oh, God. German.

Please, wait a moment.
- What?

A moment. - Sorry?
- Eine Moment. - Alright.

There's someone on the phone
and I can't understand him.

He speaks German only.
He's saying something about Michele.

Hello? - Hallo? - Hallo?

You're Michele Vivanti's relative?
- Yes, I'm his brother-in-law.

We inform you that Michele
passed away. - What?

Yes, he died. - When?

Yesterday, during a student protest.

Do you wish to take a note?

The body is at
the Bruges Central Hospital.

Central Hospital.

And? - That would be all.

Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

What did he say? What happened?

Michele...

If I must work as a servant, then,
it's different. You'll have to pay me!

Being 'au pair' is something else!
I can take the kids to the playground,

bathe them. Instead...

I have to get up at 7 o'clock,
bring you coffee in bed, make the beds,

clean up the room. You can forget it!
What were you doing before I came?

If my husband notices that
you do nothing, he'll kick you out!

Besides, the doctor said I have
a nervous breakdown. I must rest.

As if I had an easy life here.

I don't like this town! The snack bar
is not going well at all.

A pile of bills to pay.

And which of us is worse off?

What should I say then?
I'm all alone.

They've always treated me badly.
Everywhere!

Reduced to working as a servant...
I don't like working as a servant.

I don't think anybody does.

Why don't you sell me
the fur I like so much?

Are you nuts? - Why?
- Why should I sell it to you?

It's my fur. You're broke.
It's a keepsake and I'll keep it.

You think I can't pay you?
- What can you pay?

What can you possibly pay?
You are so broke!

You invited me but
you want to take advantage of me.

What's going on, holy cow?
What's going on?

Give it to me.

Nothing's going on.

Still at this stage?

You haven't even set the table.
The guests will be here any moment now.

Did you hear that?
Go set the table. Go!

My sweetie...

Why are you crying?

What's up?
Why is my cute nephew crying?

This one is hers.
Yours is the other one, you idiot!

Why don't you get moving? I put
the good dishes on the cart. Snap it up!

Oh, my!
It's our best set of china!

The cart collapsed. - What? You'll pay
for each and every one of these!

The cart collapsed, I'm telling you.

Our family ends with him.
Has it ever occurred to you?

If only he had recognized
the son of that Castelli, Castorelli...

We need to inform her,
send her some money.

Michele always asked us to help her.

I was thinking about the last time
I saw Michele.

He came here to fumble in the wardrobe
searching for some Sardinian rug.

He wanted it to cover a wall
in his basement.

I remember it because it's connected to
the last time I saw him, I spoke to him.

Who would have thought?

Only now I realize it was a happy day.

We usually don't recognize
happy days while we're living them

but only later,
when they're just a memory.

Hello? Hello? Trapani 7231?

Yes.
- I'd like to speak to Miss Castorelli.

You can talk to me.
Mara's looking after the kids.

It's urgent. I want to tell her
some bad news regarding Michele.

Michele? Who's that Michele?

Dear Filippo, this morning,
while browsing through some old photos

I suddenly remembered when
we went to Courmayeur

in your car, to see Michele.

You bought him a green hat
with a suede tail.

He must've been 12. He was happy.
He burst out singing in the car.

He knows it too!

His father used to sing that song.
Usually, it annoyed me

because it reminded me of his dad
with who I wasn't getting along.

But that day I was happy.

I wrote this letter to thank you
for having sung with Michele that day.

I'd like to ask you a favor:

if you know the lyrics, transcribe them
for me and send them by mail.

One seems to cling to the smallest wishes
when there's nothing left to wish for.

I'm worried about leaving the baby
to her. What about taking him along?

Are you nuts? That wouldn't be a holiday.
Anyway, the baby gets car sickness.

I'll talk to her.

Mara, don't do that.

I'll call my sister and she'll give you
a shot. It'll be good for you.

My doctor prescribed these. Tomorrow,
I'll have her give you one more.

And while we're away for
the next 3 days, you can relax.

Amuse yourself with the kids and
stay out with them all day long.

Whatever.

Let's hope for the best.

Who's that?

Who's meowing?

Who gave you the keys?
- I've always had them.

Do it again,
you made me laugh.

I heard you were crying a lot.
- I did nothing but that.

Have you already eaten?
- They're sleeping!

Let's make spaghetti.
- I don't feel like cooking.

You have this, if you want.

I'm fed up with lasagne.
It's all I see night and day.

I've had it!
It makes me sick!

Come on, make some spaghetti.
Come on!

If you're hungry, you can eat
the lasagne that your brother made.

Did the father of your baby die?
- He wasn't his father.

At least, I don't think so,
because he doesn't resemble him.

He looks more like
a friend of his, Oliviero.

And...

You were going to bed with both.
- Well, going to bed...

We had sex maybe 3 or 4 times
but I didn't even enjoy it.

Why did you, then?

Why don't you mind your own business?

Wait. You want to go to bed with me?

No! If you're hungry, eat the lasagne.
I'm off to bed.

Why won't you try with me?
You're gonna like it.

Such an uncomfortable bed.
It's too small for the two of us.

''We won't fit''?
- No, look. - Get down.

Let it go, stop it!

Here.

How can you sleep in such
an uncomfortable bed, poor thing?

Now that the owners are away,

you could sleep in their big bed.

What a nice idea!

The garage is closed. I'll pick it up
tomorrow, to have it burned!

Cars are no longer what they used to be.

Damn it!

Slut!

Look what this bitch is up to!

Come and see what this whore does
when nobody's home. Come!

In our bed, with your brother!

What are you doing, you slut?

Get out of here! - Unless he leaves,
I won't get out of the bed.

Get up, you slut.

Go away! Go away!

Why are you standing there
like an idiot? Get moving!

Noticed how he was watching me?

What a fuss! I'm leaving.

You think it's fun here?

I had an awful time here and
I wouldn't come back for anything.

Fancy that!

How could you do such a thing?

I know you're young, but...

And on top of that, in our bed.
Next to those innocent souls!

My husband will never forgive you!
- I don't give a damn.

Where will you go now? - Rome.

Where can I go?
I'm rich, you know.

I sold my fur coat! There!

Who to?

To the baker! You wanted to pay it
in instalments. And she, snip-snap!

I'll take some of your milk. Stores are
closed today. I must take the thermos.

You're crazy. I lent it to you
and you never gave it back.

I lost it. - Sort it out yourself.
I won't give you this one.

You must pay me for the plates.

Don't be ridiculous. I broke them
but it could've happened to anyone.

I won't give you this one.
- Know what? Take it!

I want to humiliate you!
I'm gonna throw the money in your face.

Where are you off to?

Look...
I'm throwing the money in your face!

Of course, you owe me.

You're really picking it up!
You filthy cheapskate!

Dear Angelica, I tracked down
Ermanno Giustiniani, Michele's friend.

He told me that Aileen went back to USA
and he doesn't have her address.

He told me that she was really a woman
of great intelligence, but an alcoholic.

Michele had married her
planning to make her quit.

Of course, he didn't succeed.

This must've been Aileen's.

This is Michele's.

The label says "Anticoli",
it's a shop on Via della Vite.

I can't find out much
about Michele from this guy

as they rarely met
and he hardly remembers him.

Today's youth has no memory.
Above all, they don't value it.

Michele was like that too.

You, your mother and I, are maybe
the only one left to value memories.

You by temperament. Me, and maybe
your mother, also by temperament

and because in our present life

there's nothing that's worth as much as
the places and the moments in our past.

See how nice it is, travelling by cab
with your mom? What d'ya say? Look.

Don't get used to it.
You won't always get the chance.

Look how nice!

At least once in your lifetime.
You'll have a memory of it.

Miss! Miss!

What? - The baby's crying.
- And you left him alone?

Sing him a song.
You'll see he'll get back to sleep.

No, Mr Osvaldo is not in.
- Where can I find him? It's urgent.

He's out of town.
I don't know when he'll be back.

I'll explain. Listen carefully.
I'm coming to Rome. - Now?

But, on second thought,
I'd rather go elsewhere.

It'd be better because Mr Osvaldo...

Yes. I remembered that Mr Osvaldo

once mentioned an old cousin of his
who lives in a villa...

I forgot where.
That cousin was looking for someone

who would keep up his villa
and keep him company.

In Varese, I think.
- Varese! Yes, it's Varese!

Could you inform that cousin
that I'm coming?

No, listen, I can't wait.
I'm on the road with my baby.

I'll call you in an hour to confirm.

I'll call you back in an hour.

Varese! We're off to Varese!
I forgot the name.

Varese? At the top of Italy? You know
how much a round trip costs?

I have to count up kilometres.

Don't you worry.
Count up and let's go.

The baby will have to eat in an hour.
And I must make a phone call.

Pull up in a decent place.

Jeez! I must know where to go!

I'm travelling by cab.
I'm on a budget. The baby is with me.

The driver too has to stop, eat, sleep...
He can't drive non-stop!

Do you hear me?

Yes, Miss Mara.

The money I got for the fur
won't be enough. I paid for the plates.

I won't make it with all these expenses.
I had to buy a tarpaulin.

It's raining cats and dogs.
The baby carriage was getting ruined.

He isn't in Rome and
I don't think he'll return this week.

When will he be back?
First, he tells me to go to Varese...

I don't know what to tell you.

I know he went to a conference but
I don't know where and for how long.

Miss, don't you see the meter?
Do you realize that?

I told how much I can spend.
Not a lira more!

So, not a metre more.
The meter... We calculated it together.

Sorry, I don't know where I'm going.
- I do. I want to go back to Sicily.

Go back, then! Pull up here now.
I'm not enjoying your company.

With a job like yours,
you ought to be more polite.

Pull up, you're making
my baby nervous. Pull up!

Why did you pull up? You bastard!

See? You just can't be nice.

Take my stuff out.

And this one? - Coming.

Damn it!

Won't you give me a hand?

Here, here!

Just a moment. I have to check.
- That's all there is.

Watch where you walk,
they'll run you over.

They'll pay attention, no?
They can see there's a baby.

English subtitles by:
marooned2 & CosmoVitelli, TIK