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This is bella Napoli. Beautiful Naples.

I was here once before, with the Fifth Army during the war.

The Neapolitans cheered us all the way up from the beachhead.

Half an hour later, they were selling our gasoline on the black market.

And those kids on the street...

scrounging cigarettes, swiping K rations.

For a while in this town, Spam took the place of spaghetti.

I'm just coming back to settle my brother's estate.

With any luck, I'll be out of here without even drinking the water.

Hiya, girls. I think I knew your older sisters.

One of them has my good-conduct medal.

Well, I'm sure nothing's changed.

Here. I'll carry my own bag, understand?

Give me that bag. I don't want any argument.

Hey, come here. Give me that bag. Come here.

Give me that bag.

How do you do?

What's the big idea?

- Mr. Hamilton? - Yes.

I am the lawyer, Mario Vitale.

This is a young man in my office. Gennariello.

He has been a young man in my office for a long time.

Come, we'll go to my car.

Come.

You know, I hope we can get this all cleared up pretty quickly.

I'd like to be in Rome in time to catch the jet.

I have to be in Philadelphia tomorrow.

What a pity. I would have liked to show you all of Naples.

A fascinating city, fascinating.

But you are in hurry. I, too, am a man of action.

- So we lose no time. - Yeah.

- Please. - No.

You only drink the bottled water.

Yes, but not until I find out where they fill the bottles.

Now, if you could fill me in on everything that happened to my brother.

You see, we weren't exactly a closely-knit family.

A sad affair, very sad. A terrible accident.

But you must look at it this way.

Your brother and his adoring spouse have flown together to heaven.

His who?

His adoring spouse, his wife.

Flown together to heaven.

My brother's wife is very well. She's in Philadelphia, on the ground.

It was my understanding Miss Concettina Curcio...

married your brother, Mr. Joseph Hamilton, 10 years ago.

A man of great stature, your brother, Mr. Joseph Hamilton.

A gentleman in the real sense of the word...

in the old sense of the word.

My brother was a lazy, irresponsible, no-good so-and-so...

in any sense of the word.

Unless he changed a lot in the last few years.

No. Not at all.

Do you have any actual, definite proof that my brother and this...

Curcio woman were...

Well, shall we say, you know...

Yes, there is something fairly definite.

About 8 years old, and so high.

A charming child. Charming.

A child?

A lovely boy, Fernando. Nando, he is called. Your nephew.

It is a surprise to you there is this child?

Well, it'll be more of a surprise to his wife.

I mean the one in Philadelphia, not the one who flew to heaven.

Yes, I can see how it might be.

When Joe left 10 years ago, he told her he was just going out for a short beer.

I am sure he had one. Please.

Please.

Do we just get in, or do they pack us in olive oil?

The child is not here in Naples...

but we'll go and speak to the aunt who is taking care of him.

Now, wait a minute.

I had no idea I was getting involved in anything like this.

In the first place, how can I be sure this is my brother's child?

Your brother was not much good...

but the Curcio family is an honourable one.

- The aunt can explain everything. - I hope she can.

Please, your knee is in the way.

Why don't we all get out and carry it?

What are we doing here?

This is the Festa in honour of the Madonna in Chains.

I thought we were looking for the aunt who's taking care of the child.

An image of the Madonna was found in 1576.

I don't care about 1576.

Lucia.

Mr. Hamilton, this is the Queen of the Festa...

the Queen of Aragon...

Miss Lucia Curcio, your sister-in-law.

Your sister-not-in-law. This is the brother of Joseph.

How do you do? I've so wanted to meet you.

How do you do?

Isn't that a lovely gown Miss Curcio's wearing?

And who is to be King Nasone?

You see, the man with the largest nose is King Nasone.

It was in 1576 that...

No.

- What did you say? - I said I'd like to know...

- It's too bad he has to leave so soon... - I like him.

...'cause perhaps if he'd seen the boy... - The boy?

...we might have found a way for him to take the child off your hands.

- Is that what he came to Italy for? - No.

With a little luck, we might persuade him.

If you say one word of this to him, I'll tear your heart out.

Miss Curcio, there are a lot of things I have to find out.

Couldn't we go someplace where we can talk this over quietly and...

- Talk how? - Quietly!

Don't address me in that tone of voice. There's no need to shout.

Well, I'm sorry, but that awful band is making so much noise...

Excuse me. That happens to be my Royal Orchestra.

I have to get some information for the family about a lot of things.

About this child. Who brought him up, where they put him?

My nephew is being brought up by me. I didn't put him anywhere.

Well, I'm sorry. I understand that, but of course...

I have a beautiful home, my villa on Capri, the Villa del Palazzo Reale.

The island of Capri is nature at its best.

Nature is the greatest teacher of life...

and I wanted Nando to have the benefit of this teaching.

I am pleased to have met you, but we have no need of you.

Your Highness.

Your Highness. Miss Curcio. Please.

Mr. Hamilton.

What kind of a runaround am I getting here from all of you?

King Nasone.

- Come, I shall introduce you. - Five thousand miles to meet Pinocchio.

The Queen of Aragon, my sister-not-in-law, had vanished.

So I followed her on the first boat...

I could get to the romantic Isle of Capri...

about two seasick hours from Naples.

All I had to go on was the name of her villa, the Villa del Palazzo Reale.

Villa of the Royal Palace.

Here in the picturesque little harbour...

I could feel the magic spell of the magic island.

The carefree, simple natives...

looking for simple tourists.

This looked like just the place my brother would set up housekeeping.

A homey, solid community.

Four grape pickers, and the rest of them drinkers.

No, thanks, my clothes wouldn't fit you.

- Villa del Palazzo Reale? - No.

- Villa del Palazzo? - No, signore, no.

- Miss Curcio, Miss Lucia Curcio? - Sì.

Nando.

Very nice flowers. Fresh pick. 300 lire.

No, thank you.

200 lire. Special for you.

Lose money.

I don't want any flowers, but you take this.

No, lady. Is all right. I got enough money today.

For you.

- From me. - Thank you.

How sweet.

You come with me, sport.

You know Miss Curcio?

Sure. He's my uncle. Aunt.

The Queen of Aragon.

I'll bet there isn't a bathtub in her entire kingdom.

What?

Never mind. Take me to your leader.

Okey-doke. We take carriage. She's my friend. Very cheap.

What you look at, sport?

The evidence. The unassailable, living evidence.

You look exactly like someone I used to know.

Welcome to the family.

Here it is, sport.

- Is this it? - Sì.

Villa del Palazzo Reale?

Sì. Villa of Royal Palace. Two hundred years old.

It doesn't look a day over 199.

No, never mind. I've become attached to it.

Fernando. I hungry. We eat soon?

Lucia.

Mr. Hamilton.

Good evening, Your Royal Highness.

I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Everything is in such a state.

And, Nando, you know who this is?

It's your zio, the uncle from Philadelphia, America.

Michael Hamilton. Please say hello.

- Why you don't tell me? - I like surprises.

I'm so sorry you find us like this.

While I was in Naples, we had this terrible fire, the villa.

The villa to the ground, nothing left.

So we moved here to the servants' quarters.

And I'm so embarrassed. You have no idea.

We could not even save our paintings.

- Lucia! - It was a beautiful home.

Dinner. Food. What I pay you for?

All right, I'm coming.

I'm tired.

Help me, will you, please?

What a life.

So now you know. Now you see. I have been playing games with you.

Here you are, look at my palace.

Now you know why I didn't want you to come...

to walk in here, so American, and say:

"What a terrible place to bring up a child."

No washing machine. No ice cubes. No peanut butter.

The end of the world.

I'm afraid you've misjudged me. I can't stand peanut butter.

Well, this is how we live.

Come, I must feed Nando.

He is all that matters in my life.

It's not much, our dinner, but will you join us?

No, thanks. I have to make the last boat back to Naples.

But if everybody would just listen to me for a minute...

This is Michael Hamilton, the brother of Nando's father.

Sì. The same look in the eye.

No, I'm sorry to disappoint you. That's a slight astigmatism.

Astigma...

You see, I didn't find out what happened to Joe for over a year.

Well, he never wrote, only when he needed money.

And since my law firm represents one of the largest banks in Philadelphia...

he figured I could send samples.

Now, I'd like to know what happened to all that money.

And, as a representative of his heirs...

You'd like to collect the snakes...

the Golden River, and the Rain of the Stars...

- The what? - And the double-catherine wheel?

Didn't you know? This money you sent your brother, he invested it in...

fuochi d'artificio, how you call them in... Fireworks.

Fireworks?

Yeah, exactly. In Italy, they are a good business.

On every saint's day, there are fireworks.

And what day is not a saint's day?

You mean I loaned my brother over $14,000 for Roman candles?

The finest in all the world, my father's fireworks.

But you see, he got a passion for them, you understand?

He did nothing but shoot off fireworks for his own amusement.

And I would help. Beautiful.

So beautiful, no one could afford to buy them. He was an artist.

In spades. Well, so much for the money.

It must have made a lovely light.

Now, about the accident.

I'll get the vino. You get the glasses.

It is not something one speaks about in front of a child.

I'm sorry.

My sister, your brother...

in a little sailboat that turned over in the wind.

Both of them drowned.

And Nando left with only me. Poor Joe.

He loved the sea during a storm. I understand it.

If one must die, I, too, would choose the Bay of Naples on an autumn night.

With the sound of the wind and roar of the waves...

and someone I loved by my side.

With a child on the shore and nothing in the bank but fireworks?

One dies when one is to die.

Or possibly, Philadelphia, it's different?

No, I guess it isn't.

So, I was left with the child. I accept my destiny.

I live this weary life, up every morning at 5:00...

to prepare the breakfast for Luigi, to earn a few lire extra.

No wonder I fall asleep in the middle of the day.

And now you've come here to take from me the one thing I love...

to take this poor child away with you!

- What, me? - Yes, you.

Me? Take him away? Are you out of your mind?

What would I want with a child? What would I do with him?

I'm to be getting married day after tomorrow...

going on my honeymoon.

You didn't come here to take Nando away?

Of course not.

Won't you come in and have some spaghetti? You must be very hungry.

Thank you, but I do have to leave.

Have some wine with us. And some lasagne and spaghetti.

Tell me, how do you make ends meet? How do you live, you and Nando?

A little of this, a little of that. I sew, I knit.

I model for one of the stores...

so I can have things to wear. It's not bad.

We have a good life, Nando and I.

Well, I'm sorry it isn't a lot better. But that's my brother's fault, not yours.

And I certainly appreciate what you're doing for his child.

- He does most of it for himself. - Here.

What's that for?

For whatever you want, to make things a little easier.

And there'll be more every month, with my thanks.

But you see, you have the wrong impression.

This place, it's only temporary.

You see, I am really an actress.

At the moment there is nothing...

but Darryl Zanuck would like me to sign a contract.

But contract is death for an artist, don't you think?

Take the money.

Well, if you insist. I'll pay it back.

- In heaven. - Eat.

Is all that is left for an old man, eat. Is not bad, though.

Well, goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Thank you.

So long, son. If you ever need anything, let me know.

I got everything.

Sure.

Hey, signore. You forget.

Thanks.

You know my father?

Yes, I knew your father.

You and him brother?

Yes.

Not his fault nobody buy the fireworks.

I guess not.

They were very, very pretty.

I'm sure they were.

Ciao.

- You speak English? - This is Capri, signore.

Where's the 8:15 boat for Naples?

Is no boat, 8:15. Last boat 7:00.

You want a nice room tonight? Pensione Belmare?

I get you good price, my cousin owns.

I'll bet your cousin prints the schedule, too, no?

No. Is me.

That night they were playing music in the piazza for the tourists...

while the Italians were home, watching television.

And I was doing my laundry.

Hello?

Hello? Yes, I placed a call for Philadelphia.

Hello, darling. Is that you?

No, I've been trying to get through for hours. What?

Well, look, baby, you'll just have to call everybody and explain to them...

that we'll have to postpone our wedding for one more day.

Only one day, darling.

Well, I'm stuck on this island, honey. There's no boat tonight.

The schedule is wrong.

Well, everybody knows the schedule is wrong, so they never mention it.

No, Linda, sweet, I miss you too, darling.

I'm all alone in my little hotel room doing my laundry and thinking of you.

Talk a little louder, will you, honey? The music's so loud I can't hear you.

No, I'm not in a nightclub.

No, they're playing outside. Outside in the street.

Well, it's 1:00 in the morning.

I brushed my teeth with a little whiskey, that's all.

Will you please stop crying, baby?

Not at $12 a minute.

Poor Linda. When a man's been a bachelor as long as I have...

marriage is neither a convenience nor a necessity.

It's just a means of reducing the tax rate.

This place certainly had every nationality and every sex...

including some I never heard of.

That one, I heard of.

Sì, signore?

Cup of coffee.

Espresso?

Coffee.

Coffee.

A cappuccino?

Coffee.

You got me. Just bring me anything that appeals to you.

Does this go on all night? You know, it's after 1:00.

How are people supposed to sleep on this island?

Together.

- Hey, sport, you want nightclub? - Yes.

- Club Capriccio. - Thank you.

Molto pretty girl.

- No clothes. - Thank you.

Nando.

Uncle, no want to leave Capri?

You want nightclub?

Do you know what time it is?

Everybody know what time it is, on the campanile.

- 1:13, 1:14. - Sit down.

You do go to school, don't you?

The hours do not please me.

What?

3:00, 4:00 in the afternoon, maybe, after siesta.

But 8:00 in the morning? Crazy.

- What does your aunt think about that? - I don't know.

She not up 8:00, either.

She work in nightclub all night. See? Her picture.

Pretty, no?

- Now you go home and get some sleep. - No can do. Make deal.

200 lire, give these.

- Sign my name. - I'll give them out.

Now you go home and dream about Indians.

Men Indians.

You wanna be Americano 'Mericano, 'Mericano

You were born in Italy

You try living alla moda But if you drink whiskey and soda

All you do is sing off key

You dance the rock 'n' roll

You play at baseball

Those cigarettes you smoke

Leave Mama broke

They should only make you choke

Hello. Would you like to buy me a drink?

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm just here on business.

So am I.

Well, not tonight. I'm trying to quit.

You wanna be American

Tu vuo' fa' l'Americano' Mericano, Mericano, Mericano

Ma si' nato in Italy

Silent' a me nun ce sta nienta a fa'

Okay, Napulitan'

Tu vuo' fa' l'American

Whiskey, soda, rock 'n' roll

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she beautiful?

And now, I must make love to the tourists, because they are rich.

Anyone here from Texas?

You like?

Here. Would you give her this, please?

Sì, signore, I understand.

No, you really don't, but we'll skip it. Pensione Belmare, second floor.

10,000 lire?

For her. She gets the other half upstairs.

Americano.

There's only one thing. Don't point me out to her.

I'm not the fellow who gave this to you.

The fellow who gave this to you just left.

But, signore, I don't understand.

Just go over and slip it to her and tell her he's waiting. You get it?

You want I give her this for another man?

You don't like girls.

Figure it out later. And this is for you. All in one piece.

Thank you, signore.

Well, I really had her fooled.

Or did she drop that key because she was laughing so hard?

Welcome home.

Hello, sweetheart.

Ciao, baby. What took you so long?

And you didn't have to go to so much trouble, handsome.

Really?

Give your red-hot mama a great big hug.

Get out of here.

This is too much. You really think...

I wanted to find something out about you and I certainly found it out.

What do you think that waiter said to me?

He told me:

"That idiot who just came in told me...

"to give you this key and this broken money...

"and say it was from someone else."

You really should learn to speak Italian. It's not very difficult.

I know. The tough thing is learning to think Italian.

I knew this was your room. Your initials on your bag.

Even on your underwear.

You do a very nice job. I must hand it to you.

- You should see my flatwork. - Why, I'd love to.

Will you come and do mine?

You've had your fun. You listen to me for a minute.

I don't care what you are, what you aren't...

you're old enough to take care of yourself.

But the kid isn't. He's still a nice kid. I'd like to see him stay that way.

But he hasn't much chance, growing up on this island of amore.

Working until 2:00 in the morning, never even going to school.

You can do better for him? You and your torn bills?

I never said I could. I have friends in Rome at the American school...

that would see he's brought up properly.

It would be lovely for him to be with strangers, alone.

It might be good for him to be a child again.

You're teaching him to grow up so fast, next year he may be drafted.

- Will you have him ready at 8:00 a. M? - You can't have him.

He has been given to my care. The law will not let you.

- You have laws here? - Only for tourists.

My Italian lawyer'll take care of it. I'll see you in the morning.

- I'll not be up. - Fine.

I'm enjoying throwing women out of bed.

Maybe if you'd stop...

you wouldn't have to do your own laundry.

Ciao, baby. Here.

Ciao, Lucia.

Talk English. How many times must I tell you?

You want a good job on Capri? Speak English good.

Smoking cigarettes, 8 years old. What are you, the man of the house?

King-size, 40 lire each.

- Filter. Good for you. - Yes, very good.

Smoking cigarettes, 2:00 in the morning.

What a life for a child.

- Sure, is okay. - Yes, it's okay.

Come on, go on upstairs and go to bed.

You're going right to sleep, you understand?

Hurry, move.

8:00 in the morning, you go to school.

School? Please, what did I do bad? Tell me.

Everything. Everything you do is bad.

Every night you go to bed, you understand, early.

No more selling dead flowers to the tourists at the Marina Grande.

And you will wear a tie, and shirt, and shoes.

- You know what? - What?

- Tomorrow I get the hell out of here. - Yes, you do.

- He comes in the morning to take you. - Who?

Lo zio, the uncle. Mr. Hamilton.

Mr. Hamilton? What for?

What for? You are the child of his brother.

You think he likes to see you live in this pigsty?

You tell him is okay.

I was not sure. Now I am sure.

It's okay with you?

Sure. Okay. Why not?

You go to Rome, to the American school.

Better than a pigsty.

Switch off the light in the kitchen.

I don't want to go.

- Wait for me. - Okay.

Well, good morning, Mother Hubbard. Good price.

Where's Nando?

I've asked him. He does not wish to go with you.

All right. I knew we'd get down to this.

There are some things...

the American dollar cannot buy, Mr. Hamilton.

Not many, but some.

Hey. Wait a minute. How did I...

How did I wind up as Simon Legree?

I'm trying to get a home and education for a kid I happen to like...

and the whole Roman Empire's falling on me.

Please, I advise you to leave.

Well, if I leave, I'm coming back with my lawyer.

The one who speaks your language.

I'd hate to have to drag you into court, but you're asking for it.

Lucia?

It's nothing.

The American, he wants to kidnap Nando and take him from Capri.

For what purpose, I don't know.

Mr. Hamilton from the United States.

My dearest friend, Renzo Amato. Mr. Hamilton.

How do you do?

Why don't you get out of the Middle East?

All you want is oil.

Oil.

No, he wants Nando.

Soon he'll want oil, too. Oil.

Please, everyone, don't disturb yourselves...

just because he has come here to buy a poor Italian child with American gold.

I just want to see this kid get a decent chance in life...

like the kids I know in America.

America. My daughter, she goes to America.

What happens? Pregnant.

Pregnant.

It couldn't have been in Philadelphia.

It was Philadelphia.

My brother left 10 years ago.

Please, there's no need to disturb yourselves.

If this is what you wish, you'll get your lawyer, I'll get mine...

we will settle this thing out properly.

Of course, with my friends in the Ministry of Justice...

I may even have you deported.

Well, that's good. It'll save me the price of a ticket.

Go home!

- Take me back to the Pensione. - Walk.

Go home!

Fernando. Dressed for school, as always.

Ask somebody where it is.

Yes, it's here. What happened to my call to Philadelphia?

Well, try to get them back.

Hello? Pronto?

Hello?

- Nando. - I got to talk to you, so I come here.

Well, that was a smart move.

If you'd telephoned, we'd never have heard from each other.

Thank you.

- Come on outside. - Okey-doke.

I was just going to have my lunch. But first, a cigarette.

Look, Uncle, I no can go away from Lucia.

Call me Mike.

Mike, Nando go away, Lucia get into trouble.

Easy for Lucia to get into trouble. You capisce, Mike?

Yeah. I think I capisce.

Lucia, she not very smart.

But very pretty. You see? Trouble.

I think she can take care of herself.

No. A girl all alone on Capri, everybody talk.

I don't want everybody talk about Lucia.

So I stay. Okay? Okay.

You nice guy.

I think you better sit down for a minute.

See, I've been doing my homework.

How about you?

- 8:00 in the morning, I fall asleep. - You hungry?

I thought you might like to join me in my sandwich.

- Sandwich? - Yeah.

Hamburger sandwich. Cheeseburger.

Yep. It took me two hours of hard work with my dictionary to order it.

Now I'm going to put it on the assembly line.

Hamburger, relish, lettuce...

onions, cheese, tomatoes.

My watch. American. That was to remind me to call Philadelphia.

What for you got campanile on your hand?

Well, time can be a very important thing.

Sometimes on a little island like this, we forget about it.

But forgetting about it isn't going to stop it.

Pretty soon we're an old waiter, an old carriage driver...

or an old Neapolitan singer with an old guitar, singing Come Back To Sorrento.

Now we come to the moment of truth. Onions, or no onions?

Do you have a heavy date with a girl tonight? No. Neither do I.

Onion it is.

They won't need radar to tell where we are this afternoon.

There you are.

No.

You have to approach a hamburger with assurance.

If you show it that you're frightened...

you'll wind up with a shirt full of mustard.

- Good. - Bene?

That's better. Show it who's boss.

You have to attack life the same way.

- Life? - Yeah.

But you have to know how. It takes an education to do that.

You go to a good school, get a head start...

and the whole world's your hamburger.

8:00 in the morning?

Yeah. 8:00 in the morning. Then, maybe later...

you'll come to America, where we have a little thing called opportunity...

for everybody.

And Lucia?

Well, she makes her own opportunities, right here on Capri.

Mister, you go to school? You get this opportunity?

Of course.

You think I wanna be like you, Americano? In a pig's eye.

Now, wait a minute.

You are half American, you know.

You don't tell nobody, I don't tell nobody.

I got enough trouble.

Your father was an American.

You bet, sport. 100º/º American.

So my mother no get wedding...

no get wedding ring, no get nothing, only Nando.

You think I don't know?

I'm sorry about your father.

He was okay, my father. Make beautiful, beautiful fireworks.

All right.

You can't take me from Lucia. You no get Nando. I swim, I run.

Now, if you'll just listen to me just a minute. Listen to me, Nando.

- Many times, polizia don't catch. - Nando.

How a stupid Americano catch? You don't catch, nobody catch.

Hey, Nando.

What?

You real tough cookie, no?

Sure. Tough cookie.

Stay that way.

Hello? Yes, Linda.

The Italian telephone service isn't so bad.

You just have to understand the Italians.

And, Linda, I just had a thought.

How would you like to have a child?

Well, of course I'll come back for the wedding first.

I don't mean my child, I mean someone else's.

Would you, for crying out loud, give me a chance to explain?

It's my brother's child.

An Italian boy. He needs a home.

That's a fine attitude to take.

I don't think I understand you either.

No, I'm not coming home tomorrow.

If that's the way you feel, that's the way I feel.

The music is coming from the street, Linda.

They play music in the streets here.

And if you don't mind, I think I'm going down and join them. Arrivederci.

In America, I understand, the spaghetti comes in cans. Give me your plate.

- Yeah? - Better than yours.

Well, of course. Anything I do is terrible.

- No taste. - No taste?

- No. - You said no taste?

English.

It's a notice of a hearing in the Pretura of Capri.

From that stupid Avvocato Vitale.

I know him well. He would sell his own mother for 50 lire.

I was shooting off all that was left of my brother's fireworks.

The remains of $14,000 worth of brotherly love.

But if it worked, it was worth every penny.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, for the next one, my own concoction.

My friend Giuseppe and I need some help to light the fuses.

Any volunteers?

I don't want any amateurs who might get hurt.

I need some professional help.

Anybody here ever been in the business?

Well, in that case, I guess the show's over.

Giuseppe, take them all down.

- No. I'm professional. - What?

- I'm professional. - You're a professional?

Well, come on up. You wanna light them?

Sure.

Give me one.

Now, you light this side and I'll light the one on the other.

You count.

Now.

Now let's run for our lives!

Beautiful. Beautiful fireworks.

- Faraglione. - Yeah.

Hey, Nando. Come on! Hurry up.

I'm coming.

Now, take it easy. This is the only ball I could get.

No.

All right.

What is the noise? Where it comes from?

- The watch. - The watch?

To wake me up. You think I want to miss school?

So you miss school one day.

Opportunity knocks but once.

You ever hear of Benjamin Franklin? From Philadelphia?

I don't believe I did. No.

Early bird catches the worm. Haste makes waste.

Put away for rainy day.

I'll help you.

Very clever, the Americans.

He give me this, too. For later, when I shave.

Any day now.

- You know what Mike say? - What?

Maybe I go Philadelphia.

Better school. Start 7:00 in morning.

You want to go to America?

Maybe. What you think?

I think you should do what you want to do.

I don't know what I want to do.

The only possible way is to show...

that Miss Curcio is not morally fit to be the guardian of this boy.

And naturally, because of my long association with the family...

And besides, this will take time. Much time.

And since you must leave immediately, Philadelphia, your wedding.

There isn't going to be any wedding.

I'm sorry to hear this.

Alas, we are born to suffer.

In the midst of your suffering...

I hope you can find time to prepare for the hearing in the Pretura.

Law, always law.

I find the law distasteful.

Perhaps there is a more graceful way to settle this matter.

Like what? Kidnapping?

Come. A handsome, forceful man like you...

is embarrassed to get what he wants from a beautiful girl like Miss Curcio...

on Capri, and turns to the law?

Which law then obliges you to...

commit a vulgar action that is not gallant.

In fact, you prefer to throw a woman into the mud...

rather than to get what you want through sweetness, with a flower, a song?

A flower and a song? She'd hit me with a pizza.

I have talked to her. I know better.

Miss Curcio bears a great affection for you. She has told me.

I am like a father to her, unfortunately.

Goodbye. If I need you for anything, I'll call you.

Of course.

Avvocato Vitale.

Careful, in Italian, he understands everything.

That is more than I can say for you.

Please be so kind as to go away.

It is not proper for me to be seen with my opponent.

You call yourself an Italian...

and you plot with an American to take a child away.

- I am a lawyer. - You're a pig.

A man can be a lawyer and a pig at the same time. It happens often.

That terrible Nando, he's such a nuisance. He's not even mine.

But you must understand, he's the only thing I have.

And you and the law will take him away.

Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Perhaps it depends on you.

On me?

Come, Lucia. Do I have to tell you?

A beautiful girl like you...

is embarrassed to get what she wants from a handsome man on Capri?

And by the way...

did you know he has called off his marriage?

He has?

Mr. Hamilton bears a great affection for you.

A tremendous affection. He has told me.

You have my word of honour.

The word of honour of a pig.

But a lawyer.

According to my lawyer, this girl had a tremendous affection for me.

Well, I always heard Italian girls went for the mature type.

And I certainly fitted that bill. I was ready to give my all.

For Nando's sake, of course.

Carina!

You're pretty as a picture, you're Carina

And yet I'm just an innocent bambina who's grown

But never has known the sweetest game of love

Graziosa

In all the world there's no one so graziosa

Your lips are absolutely deliziosa

And if I wanted to kiss you I'm too shy to try

Carina!

So happy and light-hearted, you're Carina

In my poor heart a fire you've started

What's to be done for a lonely heart?

Because, Carina, Carina you know that it's true

You're lovely to look at Delightful to woo

Oh, darling Carina You know I'm so in love with you

Carina!

Diventi tutti giorni piu Carina

And yet I'm just a simple signorina

Che non cognosce il dolce gioco del amore

Graziosa

Nessuna donna al mondo E piu graziosa

Perche la mia boccuccia deliziosa

Se vuole un bacio non ha il coraggio di mentir

Carina!

Allegra e spensierata sei Carina

Ma con il broncio sembri ancor piu bella

tu sei la stella che manca in ciel

Bambina mia

You go to my head like champagne

Too bad all your love is completely in vain

For men come and go

But Carina's here And here she will remain

Carina's here And here she will remain

Carina's here And here she will remain

That lady who sang, would you give her this, please?

Sì, signore. I give her the whole note or half?

The whole note.

And the note, it is from you, or this fellow who just left?

It's from me.

You like girls now?

It was a struggle.

Thank you for the invitation.

Thank you for yours. We've been acting like foolish children long enough.

- Will you have a drink with... - Will you have a drink with...

- Sit down, please sit down. - But of course.

What will you drink?

What would you like me to drink?

You wouldn't dare. It's too American.

I love America. Whiskey and soda and rock 'n' roll.

A double mint julep with a bottle of Kentucky bourbon for a chaser.

The young lady is about to become a Southern-fried chicken.

And for you, a very Italian drink.

What am I getting?

Trust me. Would you like an Italian olive?

I'm looking forward to it.

Yeah. So we can tell which is which.

It's always nice to start out that way.

You know, I don't know what's in this, but my flag is at half-mast already.

Hands Across The Sea.

Yes, this is what the United Nations needed all the time.

Yeah. Some more?

- Yes, just a little drop more. - Yes. Some more.

What does that mean?

You would say, "To where it's going down."

I'll drink to that all night. And to your melanzana.

Will you have a dance with me?

Yes, baby, come on, let's dance.

Catch.

Ciao.

Don't you want your present?

I don't like to see anything, or anyone tied up.

Goodbye.

5:00 in the morning.

5:00. A fine time.

Yes, a fine time.

Lucia showed me all the tourist traps on Capri...

including the famous Blue Grotto...

where the picturesque native boatmen sing the Italian hit parade.

Look at that. That's nice.

- Good night. - Good morning.

- Ciao. - Lucia.

There's a funicular railway that takes you sightseeing...

from the harbour to the town of Capri...

for exactly 50 lire, about 8 cents.

By this time, I was ready to buy a season ticket.

I hope the weather clears for the procession and the Festa...

for the Madonna della Catena.

You'll be leading it?

No, but every year, no matter what...

I go with my friends, to offer our prayers.

Come here. I want to talk to you a minute.

You know, every time I meet you, you're a different girl.

A dancer, a queen, a housewife, a churchgoer.

I can't tell which kind of girl you really are.

This is the girl I really am, Mike.

You can believe this.

You are a couple of people, too, Mike.

When are you going back to America?

When you tell me to.

You know, I finally understand what my brother was all about.

No worries, no cares, no ties, no strings.

All for fun.

Even the grapes are free.

Even the grapes. And all for fun.

That night was the Festival of the Harbour...

when fishermen give thanks to the Madonna for the good catch...

the fine weather and their great good fortune...

that they had not been born tourists.

There's the Madonna.

It certainly is. Do you want a better look?

Okey-doke.

Hey, easy.

Lucia.

Pretty, no?

- Pretty, yes. - Maybe too pretty.

All the time, I gotta take care.

But maybe no more. Now maybe you take care.

Me?

Lucia, all the time, she has fun.

She laugh, she sing, she don't think.

You like her, sport?

Very much, sport.

Okey-doke. Here is prete.

The priest. I think maybe now you and Lucia get married.

You nice guy.

Somebody else go back to America, no wedding ring.

But not Mike, huh?

Early bird catch the worm.

Thank you very much.

I guess you'd better get off of my shoulder.

You should be carrying me.

Did Lucia tell you to say that?

No. I say. Look, Mike...

she pick up clothes now, send me to school, no more lie.

You see? You marry right away, okay?

Okey-doke, thank you.

Nando, can I talk to you man to man?

Man to man, I no like.

You know, sometimes two people can have a little happiness with...

Without tying themselves down for the rest of their lives.

Besides, there's a girl back in Philadelphia.

We've had our differences, but there's an obligation, and...

Lucia and I, we come from two different worlds.

After all, it would never...

You understand, don't you? Capisce?

Sure, capisce. 100º/º American.

100º/º. You go to hell with my father.

Now, Nando.

Nando, wait.

Nando, listen.

No.

Let me try it in English. That seems to work better with you.

You want to dance?

Listen, I just arranged a tour.

The best clubs in Rome, Florence, San Remo.

We leave next week, the two of us.

Yes, you and your guitar. You make a lovely couple.

I will have to find another girl who sings and dances as well as you.

It may take all evening.

Mike!

Mike, where have you been, darling?

Looking for Nando. Have you seen him?

He's someplace, he's all right.

Isn't it a wonderful night? And the Festa and the lights.

Have you ever seen anything like it?

What's wrong?

Nando and I had a little argument.

No, it was more than a little one. It was a serious one.

I think I disappointed him.

He ran away before I could explain.

He always runs away. He always "gets the hell out of here."

After five minutes, he'll be back.

Why did you quarrel? Was he smoking?

No.

He wanted to know when I was going to marry you.

And what did you say?

Well, I...

I tried to explain to him that...

two people who are fond of each other...

don't always... Well, they...

They just don't...

And he didn't accept that explanation?

Well, it sounds very clear to me.

Lucia, I'm sorry if I ever gave you the impression that...

You mean you have been taking all this seriously?

Well, my dear, I didn't think there was anyone left like this.

You probably fight duels, too. But I thought you knew.

Knew what?

Well, after all, it was suggested by your own lawyer.

Two people who get to know each other better can settle everything out of court.

It was a wonderful game and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Sure, it may take the place of water polo.

Of course, it's a little rougher.

I'd do anything to keep Nando. I've never pretended anything else.

Yes. You get the boy, and I have my memories.

The Italian Fair Trade Act.

What's wrong with that?

They are wonderful memories, aren't they?

I just want you to know our next rendezvous...

will be in a courtroom. Goodbye.

Are you crying?

Of course not. What is there to cry about, you idiot?

I'll never sing another love song. It will be a better world.

They're calling the case. Let's go in.

Yes. Immediacy above all.

It always impresses the judge favourably. Immediacy.

Well, let's hurry then.

A moment. I ordered some coffee.

It better be instant coffee or I'm ordering a new lawyer.

Had I known I was to have such an illustrious opponent...

on such trivial matter...

I would have brought my wife and children.

They admire his ability so much.

Your lawyer is a pig.

It's not a nice job, pushing a poor innocent girl...

into the arms of an American to save someone she loves.

And now he will use this against me.

Taking away from me all that is left of my family.

But who can speak to you? You're not a Neapolitan.

You have no soul. You have sold yourself to America.

Pig!

I've forgotten. Who won the Academy Award this year?

I think it's better you stay here. Get some gelato.

If they need you, you'll be called, right?

Okay. The Americano's stupid lawyer.

He no can take me away, huh?

No, never.

Light a candle to the Madonna. I think I'm getting to him.

The Judge has asked me to inform this court...

that since one of the principals in this case...

is a foreign national who does not speak or understand the Italian language...

I have been retained as an official interpreter.

Avvocato Vitale.

What the devil is he saying?

What's going on?

He has the grand manner, the old style.

He is a great lawyer.

Don't worry. The young lady has put herself in good hands.

The young lady?

He's supposed to be my lawyer.

What are you trying to do?

I must say a few kind things about Miss Curcio.

I must win the confidence of the court that I am an open-minded man.

You're not supposed to be open-minded.

You're supposed to be my lawyer.

And keep your eyes off of her. Ask for permission to speak in English.

As you wish. But I'm not half as effective in English.

That's my only hope.

Thank you. For the record.

I will now speak in English, so that my client, a lawyer from America...

who wishes to study the methods of Italian jurisprudence...

may receive an education.

My client, Mr. Michael J. Hamilton of Philadelphia, USA...

is an honourable man.

I want you to understand him.

He has his own philosophy.

He puts away nuts for the future, like a squirrel.

He has his eye on some future goal...

I know not what.

He is not married.

Well, there are many of us who would be better off today...

if we were not married.

But now, from the kindness of his heart, he would like a child...

without the trouble and the problems...

and discomforts of going through the usual channels.

And he can well afford it, because...

having no wife and no family, he has an abundance...

of love, which he has wasted on no one, so far.

Such are the facts.

The girl...

she is young, she is beautiful...

she will have children of her own some day...

or God does not reside on Capri.

And soon, perhaps, she will forget this Nando.

And the child, in America, will be a happy child.

He will have new shoes, factory-made.

He will go to school with air conditioning...

and learn about the poverty in Italy...

the terrible life that he has escaped.

A life that we love...

a life we would die for.

But I ask you to deliver this child from it...

for some reason that I cannot remember.

I'm sorry. I am a human being first and a lawyer next.

And, perhaps, a pig after that.

If there are no further arguments...

Excuse me, Your Honour, I know I'm probably out of order.

And you can ring that bell till the cows come home...

but I'm going to speak my piece.

I suppose I should be angry at what's happened here.

But in thinking it over, I believe my lawyer has made...

a very fair presentation of my case.

I don't really have a leg to stand on.

Except that I have a deep affection for my brother's son...

that came as a complete surprise to me.

I don't think the young lady sitting here...

as much as she may love him...

can give him the kind of future, the opportunity...

to which I think he's entitled.

I'd like to help Nando become something...

besides a fellow who drives a carriage up to the top of a hill and down again.

I've been a very selfish man all my life...

so I understand many things.

Why can't we both be unselfish for once?

Thank you.

Yes. The Judge has given you to me.

Well, you've won. But Nando's lost.

Talk English.

- I thought I don't gotta no more. - Of course you gotta.

You want to drive a carriage up a hill and down a hill all your life?

No, I think I get a taxi.

Nobody take me away no more?

No more 8:00 in the morning. Son of a gun!

Of course. Can you imagine?

He wanted you to come to America with him...

to be an American, like in the song.

Now he is leaving, there's nothing to worry about.

I know you will understand about Renzo and I.

Sure. What?

It's just that he wishes me to go with him right away.

There is work in Rome, work in Venice, a club in San Remo.

Capri is just a small pebble.

Okey-doke.

When we go Roma?

- What? - When we go Roma?

No. Here on Capri, it's all right.

But there, you are a man, I'm sure you understand these things.

An arrangement such as that, you would be in the way.

You are so wonderful, my Nando.

You want Lucia to be happy, no?

Sure. Be happy.

Everyone loves Nando. I'll find someone to look after you.

Sure. Everybody loves Nando.

It is some joke on the American.

He would like you to go with him to America.

But you and I, we have our own life, our own plans.

We'll both be happy in our own way.

Kiss me.

Fine. One seat on the jet out of Rome tonight, confirmed.

Thank you.

Okay. The bag isn't ready yet.

- Nando. - Hello, sport.

I wanna be an Americano.

- How are the new shoes? - Feel like my head.

Well, it's gonna be a long time between drinks in Philadelphia.

Think you can hold out?

Some life, drive a carriage up a hill.

Yep.

When I grow up, I don't get married to no girl.

- No. - I be just like you. Old bachelor.

- Old what? - Bachelor.

Well, that's what I hoped you said.

I made the same decision when I was eight.

Stupid girl, Lucia. One night, all night she cry. Why?

Because she don't give a damn about you. So why she cry?

I don't know.

What I care, she and Renzo go to Roma, Firenze, San Remo?

What I care?

She don't want me around no more.

Is that what she told you, she didn't want you around anymore?

Sure.

And she's running away with a guitar player...

she never could stand before?

But what I care? I got friend. I got friend buy me clothes.

Take me Philadelphia.

Lousy Capri, what I care?

- Nando, here. - What I care?

You're going the wrong way.

Now, you go straight down there.

Outside the station, you'll get a taxi that'll take you to the dock.

In 20 minutes you'll get a boat, if the schedule's right...

that'll take you right back to lousy Capri.

Okay?

I got nobody on Capri.

What? Here.

You're supposed to be a smart cookie, aren't you?

Sure. Smart cookie.

Well, you've got somebody on Capri, sport. Really somebody.

Just don't believe everything she tells you.

Especially when she cries.

She wants you to stay with her very much.

She no go away with Renzo, is not true?

No, it's not true.

Nothing's true in this cockeyed world.

You just hang on to what you've got.

Maybe it's not so bad driving up that hill.

When I get back to Philadelphia...

shoot off some beautiful fireworks for me. Ciao.

Ciao. Hey, Mike?

- Yeah? - You're crazy.

Not crazy enough. That's my problem.

Grazie. That's the national anthem around here.

My name's McGuire. Don McGuire, from Chicago.

Hog butcher to the world.

No, I'm in the laundry business. Cleaning up.

- Mike Hamilton, lawyer, Philadelphia. - Philly?

I'll bet you'll be glad to get back to Philadelphia.

This Naples is the end, isn't it?

Everyone's got their hand out around here.

Don't let those kids at Pompeii sell you these postcards.

Mine had nothing but scenery on it.

Don't let them introduce you to their sisters, either.

Introduce me to their sisters? I wouldn't even drink their water here.

- What's the matter? - Where you going?

No speak the English.

Come on.

Hey, can anybody here help me get this tie off?