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THE WORKING CLASS GOES TO HEAVEN

The cranium...

Yes.

We are buying Beckenbauer.

400 million.

And we'll buy Riva.

And who'll give you the money?

Lulu, we're not as desperate as you.

Coffee?

Do you want coffee?

Do you want it?

- How are you, my love? - My love, my love.

It's all in here... the brain.

The brain is the central headquarters.

It decides.

It creates projects, programs and initiates production.

The individual, no?

The individual...

enters the track... and sets in motion...

the arms, legs, mouth, eyes, tongue... everything.

It starts to move...

Until it...

takes up food--its raw material.

What are you talking about?

One: the individual works in order to eat.

What a discovery...

The food goes down... and the machine grinds it.

Until it's ready for exit.

Like in a factory.

- The individual is a factory! - Yes, so what?

A shitting factory!

Shit, shit, shit! Why so early in the morning?!

- No, listen... - Get lost!

- No, think about it... - You think about it.

Imagine if shit had a price!

- Everyone would have secure income. - Oh, shut up!

Instead, nothing... They don't know where to put it!

Shut that mouth of yours.

- It pollutes water... the filth.

They'll make you eat it, Arturo, when you grow up,

with the excuse that it's good for preventing cancer.

Leave the kid alone! Get ready.

What, is he a baby? He's a fake... a fake...

A crazy Martian...

Workers! Workers!

I speak on behalf of your student comrades.

It is 8:00 in the morning! When you come out it will already be dark.

Today, the sun won't shine for you.

You'll be burnt out doing piecework, 8 hours of piecework.

And you will come out old, empty.

Convinced you have earned yourselves a day's wage.

And instead you will have been robbed! Yes, robbed!

Of 8 hours of your life.

Piecework is not the answer to earning more money.

The answer is a legitimate salary.

Who sent you? Why don't you go back to university to study?

10 more fucking lire! The owners, they earn 100 more.

Workers! You are entering prison!

Today, after 8 hours of hard work, you will exit into darkness.

Today the sun won't shine for you.

Workers! To break the partnership between owners and unions,

we propose the formation of joint committees,

a revolutionary alliance between workers and students.

More money, less work!

Good morning, workers!

The management wishes you a productive workday.

In your interest, treat the machine you've been assigned to with love.

Maintain it well.

Security measures suggested by the company guarantee your safety.

Your health depends upon your relationship with the machine.

Respect its needs,

and don't forget that machine plus attention equals production.

Have a good workday!

Hey, come on, pass through.

Lulu... two new workers. I want them working by tomorrow, understood?

Go!

Menne Tarcisio, from Manfredonia.

- What's that? - My name.

I don't give a damn what your name is.

You see? I lost my rhythm!

Between one piece and another, 30 lire less.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know. - Silence!

A monkey could do this job.

Therefore you can do it too.

I lost the rhythm.

- Stand up! You're only half as productive. - I have a prostate problem.

Either you go for a visit, I fine you or you stand up.

But if I stand I have to go and piss all the time.

You want me to go and piss all the time?

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Why not go to the hospital?

What hospital! I either work or piss.

- I told them 200 times. - You should be happy.

The prostate is a disease for Popes and Presidents!

- You're losing 2 seconds on the return. - Why don't you do it instead, you leech!

- You didn't cut your hair? - Fuck off!

Then, per security measures...

like all female workers, you have to wear a cap.

Piss off!

Workers! The unionists have called for an assembly.

Hurry, all together, and ask that they overturn their policy.

Everything and immediately! More money, less work!

Who pays those guys?

Everyone united against the unionists.

Who pays those guys? They know everything.

They're trying a splinter maneuver.

- And they're organized. - To me, they're a bunch of spies.

More money, less work!

Let's tell the union.

More money, less work!

They've taken me for a charity.

- Menne Tarcisio from Manfredonia. - And the other one?

- Tell him. - Quaranta Salvatore from Lecce.

Massa Ludovico, known as Lulu,

Lombardy, near Switzerland.

This one is Stacchia Adalgisa, from south Ticino, a virgin.

Sit down there, both of you.

If you want my food take it because I'm not hungry anyway.

I've got a gash in here.

Excuse me, Mr. Massa, out of curiosity, how do you work so fast?

I get bored in the factory, it breaks my balls.

So I work... what else can I do?

This is how I see it: Life is a finishing line.

Everyone's on the race track, we're all running here.

I am the champ in here... she knows it, don't you?

It's true.

And then there are the dumb southerners,

like this one from eastern Sicily.

They're all commuters.

They arrive in the morning already tired, so I outpace them.

I managed to make 25,000 lire in a month of piecework, 25 notes.

But plugging away at it!

Because I concentrate.

I am concentrated! Concentrated!

I have a technique for concentrating... she knows it.

I fixate on something.

I think of an ass.

Her ass.

There's not much else to do here, so what can you do?

Since we have to work, we work.

Without fussing.

- Understand? Work without fussing. - Yes, yes!

Yes, I understand, but you... how old are you?

31.

I've been working for 15 years, I've had lead poisoning twice...

I've got a gash in here, I have an ulcer.

Lulu... Lulu! We have to redo the work times.

- Ready? - Ready.

We have to check the piecework.

Boss, I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

Let me see. Very poor performance.

May I?

- 14. - 35.

- 12. - 28.

- 12. - 30.

- 8. - 27.

- 12. - 27.

- 12. - 30.

- 10. - 32.

- 10. - 30.

Stop!

Want a cigarette?

Produce more, no?!

Production on this machine has to increase from 115 to 320 an hour.

Let's go!

- It's just a matter of rhythm. - You're a bastard!

Reason! Use your reason!

Bloody Africans!

If he stops the machine, he wastes time.

Come on.

Feel the heat?

- If he takes the piece as it moves, he saves 3 seconds! - 30.

- Look here. - 45.

Moving piece, 3 seconds...

- 30... - 48...

- 3, 3 and 3 makes 9... - seconds.

- Counting is easy. - 30. 48.

Listen, Lulu.

You're not going to die in bed. You're gonna die here, by the machine.

Makes no difference.

- I'm going to smoke a cigarette, boss. - Yes.

So this machine has to increase production from 200 to 250 an hour, OK?

Boss!

- Listen, when do the new working times go into effect? - Immediately.

- Says who? - The machines, and I decide.

- Well, we're not fine with that. - Not at all.

Before fixing new times you have to tell us how much we're pocketing.

First you work, then the management will decide.

No, no management. We have to discuss this immediately.

An increase in production comes with an increase in salary.

For now, all those who left their work posts will be fined, OK?

Look here. We're not in prison, you know?

You have to learn to discuss things with us.

You have to discuss it with workers!

Everyone's fined! Get back to work!

- What's he doing, putting his hands on me! - Back to work!

This will end badly for you.

- Ass-licker! - I didn't invent piecework.

Now, I invented piecework!

Sheep, all of them, sheep!

They talk and talk, then at the right moment they shit themselves.

They don't give a shit.

Some of them have a piece of land in the countryside.

I don't have anything.

If I have strength, I work. That's all. I don't care.

I concentrate. I think of Adalgisa's ass.

What a nice ass! Her cheeks look as though they were sculpted on a lathe.

Youngsters... look and learn. I'm already concentrated.

I'm already in another world.

Think only about the piece. Even if there is no use. Every piece is a hole.

Every hole is a piece. Just don't fall in the hole.

If you don't want to fall in this hole, think of Adalgisa's ass.

As I told you in the cafeteria, it's all a matter of technique.

I concentrate with my brain... and think of her ass.

And so I go... a piece, an ass, a piece, an ass...

A piece, an ass...

- Do you think I'm an ass-licker? - Not with me.

- Who says you're an ass-licker? - An ass-licker is a slave to his boss.

Who knows the boss?

The factory...

It's not like the hairdresser's.

Well, my shop is cleaner than your factory.

But the boss is there.

And if he feels like it, he can feel you up.

At the factory... the boss is not there, only the company.

Switzerland... America...

- Liechtenstein... - What?

You're sick tonight too?

It's coming back.

The return of the ulcer.

Tonight it's the ulcer... another night it's headache, another it's backache.

All excuses. I'm fed up.

You have to tell me when you...

Why bother?

You're never in the mood.

I've been taking the pill for 3 months for nothing.

- Stop it. - You stop it.

No. I say stop.

- Cut it out! - Yes, cut it out...

What do you want to cut?

- Where now? Don't go in the living room. - I'm not going to make a mess.

Keep out of the living room, stay here.

- Why? There's another TV. - You can watch it here.

- Makes no difference... - What are you muttering about?

It's like having sex with canned meat.

- Yeah, try and do it. - You would be my beer.

You seem fake.

Fake hair...

- Poor thing... it's all real, dear. - No.

- You seem fake... fake hair. - Why would I have fake hair?

- Yes, and fake tits. - No, it's all mine!

- Fake nails... - All mine, don't look for excuses.

Go see a doctor instead... Go...

What do you mean I look for excuses?

What do you think I have between my legs, a machine?

I don't remember.

You know what's wrong?

I only get the urge in the morning.

In the evening, nothing.

In the morning, when I go to work, I'd do it even 3 times.

But you're not here. You're in the shop.

In the shop.

In the evening, nothing.

I don't know. it's probably fatigue.

Do you understand that I bust my ass off to make 20 notes more each month?

And they attack me, tease me... they contest me.

And I'm the one that suffers. Like a dog!

- Come on... come on... - Forget it.

Don't be like that.

- My love. - Yes, no...

- Yes, no... - Come here, my love.

- Yes, no... - Calm down.

Yes, no...

Yes, why not...

An ass, a piece, an ass, a piece...

Workers! Three joint unions call on you to fight!

Against the working conditions, against the qualifications.

To fight for health and to earn more money.

And to have more time to be with your children and wives.

When you made 1000 pieces a day they paid you 300 lire for piecework.

Now you make 3000 with the new times

and your compensation has remained the same.

That means an increase in profit of millions for the company.

While for you, prices keep increasing.

Everything is more expensive, except our labor which they take for free.

Piecework should be paid more! More pieces, more money!

Less pieces, more money, less work!

Workers! Impose on the unions a revolutionary platform!

Piecework is non-negotiable! It must be abolished!

The factory is a prison, and you can evade prison!

Right now! Or smash everything...

Let's keep our feet on the ground!

Our aim is to negotiate the piecework contract!

Let's show the owners our strength!

This is the voice of the three joint unions.

Everything! Today!

You must give us the 10,000 lire this week because we need it.

- No, no... I'm not giving anything. - What do you mean?

I live with that bitch and provide for her child.

And you live with my wife and keep my child?

No sir, Armandino is your son,

whereas that child at home isn't even a relative.

And anyway his father should pay.

But the father doesn't give anything, he refuses to.

He's an employee, understand?

I can't flush the boy down the toilet!

Well, I'm not interested in it. Sort it yourself.

Of course I will. I won't give you anything.

Hey! I was actually thinking about you...

Come on...

Why not admit that you were lying about not knowing men?

Come on... you must have a cousin in the countryside.

Always got the same thing on your mind, don't you?

Why, what did you expect me to think about... paradise?

And why not?

- It's here paradise... here... - Hey, stop it...

Massa!

- What are you doing? Purging your sins? - No!

I'll break him...

Slowly... slowly... we'll cover your losses... we'll raise the money.

Massa, they want you on the phone,

- It's the administration. - They want you to clean the toilets.

You'd have to break your spine to keep up with me!

- Eh, no... - Break your spine!

You'll be the one breaking your spine, because I'm not doing piecework.

Break your spines trying to keep up with me...

Massa.

- A man's life is long... - Ready!

Think of old age... when you'll have your back broken...

from arthritis... in a hospital.

With bronchitis... half blind and deaf...

- And without a friend. - I'll smash your skull!

I'll break you!

I'll break you!

I'll smash your head in!

I'll slaughter you! I'll make your guts spill out!

I'll break your spine!

Get a machine gun!

Go, go, go!

- What happened? - It's nothing.

- The finger! - What finger? No... it's nothing...

Go back to work!

Massa has injured himself! Stop working!

Stop! There's been an accident!

Strike! These are the presents that piecework gives you.

Let's strike together.

- It's nothing... - Strike!

It's just a little scratch... it's nothing...

Calm down, calm down! Let's not lose our minds!

- Why are you backing down now? - I'm not, I just want to think about it.

- There are other ways... - What ways?

We can call an assembly!

This is the result of piecework!

Corrupt!

You cut our times, and we cut our fingers!

Let's call an assembly!

- I came to see my son. - Come in, come in.

- He's over there? - Yes, he is.

Hello, I came to see Armando.

- Did you hear about the bad news? - What happened?

What? He didn't tell you that I lost a finger?

- Good morning! - Good evening.

Even they don't know I lost my finger?

We didn't know anything about it...

Armando, what are you doing?

Hi Dad, I'm drawing.

You too didn't know daddy lost his finger?

Let me see!

- Look here! No more finger. - Holy cow!

- So he didn't say anything? - I didn't want to worry anyone.

- Yes, he's right. - What sort of reasoning is that?

When one loses his finger, at least his son should know.

A father's finger is always a father's finger for his son.

Yes, but you should also have other things to worry about.

Even with 9 fingers a father should have money for his son.

Unless someone is interested in twisting the truth.

I'm going out.

Where are you going, daddy?

- I'm going to the local branch... - Come back soon, please.

- Shouldn't he call him "uncle"? - It comes out spontaneously.

Spontaneous? It's brainwashing.

Yeah, I'm stupid... stupid...

You have to pay to be called father... now the father is him.

Grandma... be quiet.

- Ginevra... can I have a word? - Stay here, my dear.

- Don't start! - Who is it?

- I won't do anything, who's the father? - Stay calm.

- What did I do to you? - Everything.

- What did I do to you? - And don't touch me.

What did I do to you?

Don't do as you always do... don't touch me... leave me...

- Leave me! - What did I do?

I don't want to anymore. Leave me alone!

Go, go! Madman...

Hello, everybody... Cheers!

How is your finger, my love?

It's fine.

Does it hurt today, my love?

You were in the living room yesterday... I've told you many times not to go there.

There was a mess everywhere.

I even found ash on the floor. And had to clean it up.

There were 1,000 lire missing last night, my love...

Straighten the cutlery! Aligned!

- Who took the 1,000 lire? - It's that guy there who robs!

What do you mean that guy?

You gave it to your wife, eh?

Just say it, I won't get upset.

You could have just asked me, I couldn't find the money.

Straight the pepper! Straight!

Arturo saw you take it.

- Tidy up, will you! - Don't get angry with Arturo now.

It was you my love, wasn't it? Tell me the truth.

Watch out or I'll stick it in!

Goddamn it!

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina?

Have you seen Militina?

How old are you?

- Who's seen Militina? - Who's seen Militina?

- He likes repeating stuff. - Who's seen the military?

Hi Militina, I came to see you.

Did you hear that I lost my finger?

I even brought that booklet you asked me about.

And also the payslips.

It says...

- Normal hours, 17,400 lire... - Yeah, normal hours...

- Piecework... - Wait a second, I'm writing... 400...

Piecework... 9,918...

You see, I've lost my finger?

Look here... Chimpanzees...

Joe the chimpanzee from Stockholm...

"Chimpanzee really believes he's a man."

He's the engineer...

- Poor beast! - Come on, let's check the accounts.

- Holidays: 1,600 - 1,600.

- Are you pretending to write? - No, I'm writing... 17,400.

- Then why do you need this stuff? - Error... error.

- Listen! - Yes, what is it?

- What's the food like? - Like the food at the factory.

It's the same here, except at night they don't let me leave.

- But where do you want to go? - To the cafe.

Coffee with the comrades...

By the way, do the comrades still talk about me?

Of course they do... you're still a symbol!

I don't believe it.

I'm a madman, not an asshole...

They keep talking about you, you're a symbol.

So they talk... they talk badly of me, because...

There is always a "but".

- What's this "but"? - "But" means that...

They say nice things, but...

when the conversation is over, they add a "but".

And so they go down, to destroy...

- I know our comrades. - Listen to me.

Promise me you won't get pissed off like last time.

- And why should I get pissed off? - I just wanted to ask you...

How did you... I mean...

How did you realize you were going crazy?

It's the others who decide when you've gone mad, but...

to tell you the truth, I beat them to it.

I fooled them. I already had my suspicions.

Because suspicion is like a hairy fox: sour, slutty, mean, reactionary.

- Sometimes, I'd do strange things. - What strange things?

At the table, when eating...

the cutlery...

has to be all nice and straight, in line, you know, like soldiers.

I was at the table, eating,

and in that moment I was dreaming of being at the factory

I knew it, I knew it...

Would you like to know...

- what the hell we produced in the factory? - This I know.

What are all those pieces they sell for millions?

No-no, I know, I know... I make pieces...

that are necessary for motors...

and these motors then end up in another machine, which isn't there...

It's not there?

Imagine that one day, I met the engineer...

I grabbed him by the collar and I said...

"What the hell do we produce in this factory, what are these signs for?"

"Look at me or I'll kill you!"

Don't make me call the nurse!

Behave, we're here to reason, why do you come out with this stuff?

I reason but...

if they didn't take him away I would've strangled him.

But this, Lulu, is not madness, because a man...

a man has the right to know what he's doing,

what he's there for.

Yes or no? Am I right?

Yes, yes.

You see them? See all those over there?

They were all workers, peasants...

manual laborers, builders, policemen, land inspectors...

gravediggers, accountants, attendants, drivers...

1st, 2nd, 3rd class workers, even 6th, 8th and 16th...

The rich who go mad are not here... they're hidden in private clinics...

and of course, it's understandable...

Imagine if poor people realized that even the rich go crazy!

It would make them cry, wouldn't it?

They're crazy, those guys, leave it alone, don't get involved.

Lulu, it's the money, it all starts there...

We're all part of the same circle, owners and slaves... the circle of money.

We become mad because we have too little,

and they go mad because they have too much.

And so, in this hell...

on this planet...

full of hospitals, asylums...

cemeteries, factories...

barracks and buses...

The brain slowly...

leaves us...

It goes on strike... on strike...

I bid you farewell...

- Have a nice stay. - Thank you.

Strike, strike, strike...

Hey! Where are you going?

- Where are you going? - Away!

- I'm the one who has to leave... - Sorry, I always get it wrong.

Bye!

Lulu!

When they admit you,

bring the weapons.

Comrades, management has suspended 6 workers

following the agitation born out of your indignation...

for the accident comrade Massa had as a victim of the working conditions.

But we will state clearly to the company's directors and owners:

If they don't remove their suspensions, we, united,

we will take our struggle to a higher level.

Workers! To the violence of owners, we respond with the violence of workers!

To the violence of owners, we respond with the solidarity of unions...

of all workers... Don't fall for the provocations.

But who pays those guys?

Union solidarity! Union solidarity!

Down with the owners' slaves!

Wait a second!

Always with these damn things in the ear. I need some information.

Who are those who were suspended?

- Me, first of all... - Apart from you?

De Simoni, De Antoni, Delori, Magnolia...

And all them supposedly acted like heroes because of my finger?

Yes, for you. For your finger.

- Not for your finger! For class war! - Owners are more arrogant...

- But why didn't they suspend him? - Because he's crafty.

Let's just say I have my ways.

- He's a little too sneaky for my liking...

Only a few months left!

Union solidarity! Union solidarity!

Good morning, workers!

The director wishes you a good day.

In your interest, treat the machine you have been given with love.

Take care of it...

Security measures suggested by the company guarantee your safety.

Your health depends on your relationship with your machine.

Respect its needs...

and don't forget that machine plus attention equals production.

Have a good workday.

Hi, Piero!

Hey, how's it going?

Hey, Lulu!

- Finally! - I lost my finger.

Since your accident, production has fallen by 7%.

It's gone down by 7%!

We must do what we did before...

we have to find that spirit of collaboration...

which made our industry a jewel!

In which the interests of the workers and capital combined!

I say this for you, I'm a worker like you.

I've got nothing to gain.

Should we destroy everything for a stupid discussion on the timings of piecework?

No, no, and no!

I guarantee you we're not turning back!

We're not turning back because of a few beggars we pulled out of a pigsty.

Whatever the cost.

Do you agree?

You're with us, right?

- "Militina" says hi. - Okay, and good work!

Get back to work!

You're under the average. Your rhythm is below 80.

Sorry, Mr. Stop-Watch, but I time myself according to my speed of masturbation.

You understand?

- Work, bloody southerner, if you don't want to return to the pigpen.

Beautiful love...

My love, my love, my love...

Fuck love!

At night I sleep...

Lulu, how is your finger?

It's in the graveyard.

My love, my love, my love...

Come on! Work! Work!

What should I do?

Leech! Obey the boss, you have to check me.

Lulu! What are you doing? Your output is very low.

Put your back into it, otherwise you'll lose the piecework bonus.

Did you become rusty over the holiday period?

Rusty my ass!

Look here, look at this stuff, look!

Look here.

What did you think, leech? It's not that I can't.

It's that I don't want to!

I have other thoughts in my head.

But your times are like a child's.

A child? Yeah, children who go to school... it's all fake.

Aren't we already treated like children who go to nursery school here?

Or rather reformatory school?

Look, if you continue like this, not only do you lose the bonus

but you fall bellow the average and I have to fine you.

Oh yes, the fine! I forgot about the fine!

Why don't you just fine me?

Come on, fine me!

But then you'll have to give me back

everything you stole from me when I was your best worker.

You'll have to shit everything out!

Even the finger!

SOCIAL WORKER

What is this?

A pipe.

- And this? - A trumpet.

And this one?

A calendar, compasses and a flower-pot.

These pens... always in disorder.

Why are you laughing?

Because I'm happy, you see. I'm happy.

- How's it going with your finger? - There is no finger anymore.

Do you feel impaired?

You think I care if I have a finger more or a finger less?

Think about this carefully...

What does this finger make you think of?

A pecker.

Not the bird!

You're referring to the male organ?

Exactly!

So we might say that you feel castrated without that finger.

Look, since the accident my rhythm has only increased.

I wank off even 3 times a night.

Listen, jokes aside...

What do you think of me, what did they tell you?

I've always liked women... I'm a normal guy, like all the others.

I separated from my wife because we didn't match.

With Lidia, the hairdresser I live with,

I always get turned on like it's the first time.

We love each other.

And she's the sort of woman who would bend over backwards for me.

And we even saved some money, imagine that!

- You like money? - Of course.

And yet since the accident and maybe because of it,

you show clear signs of contempt towards work and therefore money.

- Why? - Exactly, why?

IMPARTIAL - It's red, we have to search you.

- But I didn't steal! - The "Impartial" decides, not us.

I don't give a shit, you know.

- Control, Massa. Come on! - Take your hands off me!

Workers! Don't let them frisk you! Owner violence follows you everywhere!

- Your body gets frisked like your mind! - What are you saying!

The owners think you're the thieves, but the thieves are them!

We must search the banks where they hide their loot,

amassed with profits and with your blood,

with your lives, with your work. Don't let them search your bodies!

And your minds!

And now where are you going? To spend your free time?

- Take you hands off the car! - And how do you spend it?

In front of the TV? Playing pool? Or talking about football?

Juventus's crisis is unfolding... you have to phone Agnelli

- and make decisions? - Take you hands off the car!

Or maybe time passes and your wife comes home... and what do you tell her?

- Or maybe you find another job... - Take you hands off the car!

- Because the money your boss gives you isn't enough? - Damn you!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Why do you get angry with me?

Get angry with the directors! If you're so strong, get angry with them!

Picking on a comrade!

Tomorrow morning, when you go back to work,

pick on a director, if you're brave enough!

Comrade, come on! Come on!

I'll break you!

Just forget it!

Go to your dad, go!

Join us instead of putting on a show!

- Why? Can't he talk? - He must be against the owners!

Look at the slave who goes home!

Lulu, what kind of life is this?

- Stop it and go away! - Let him pass!

Slave, slave!

8 hours of work and on Sunday the football game! Shame!

Shame on you! It's the only thing you can do.

You're a slave and nothing else! You understand?

We've only talked about the negative aspects of piecework so far.

Comrades, are 20,000 lire earned from piecework a nuisance to you?

I think piecework is important.

I mean, aren't you glad to open the bag and find 20,000 lire?

Fuck off!

We're fed up of hearing good things about piecework while they exploit us!

We're fed up of this, let's vote!

I'm for the piecework but negotiated down to the last penny...

- I mean, to obtain the max possible... - Listen! Listen!

I'll repeat...

for those who haven't understood, or have just arrived...

Those in favor

of the immediate abolition of piecework, raise your hand!

1, 2, 3, 4... 12 votes, 12 votes!

Wait! Wait!

- Slaves! Slaves! Slaves! - And now the second vote...

Those in favor of an organized fight leading to negotiation,

through a delegate for piecework,

from time to time, from situation to situation,

raise your hand!

Wait! Listen!

I've got a proposal:

Those in favor of striking until the end, raise your hand!

1, 2, 3, 4... 12

Now we vote on another proposal. Those in favor of an organized action...

beginning on Monday with a strike for two hours a day, raise you hand!

This is the answer to provocations...

because it's the majority that decides, democratically,

you understand back there?

We fought for the right to have these assemblies,

and now you sabotage them!

Fascists!

No, no... let him talk, please...

It's because of you and your piecework that I got ill!

You don't think about the conditions... the humidity, the gas! Go and try it!

Look at my finger!

- I'm going up to talk now! - Go, Massa!

I don't know what to call you...

workmen, comrades, workers... I don't know.

Hold on! Come up here and speak into the microphone!

I'll just get up there for a moment...

The student outside... said...

that we come in when it's dark, and leave when it's dark.

What sort of life is ours?

While we're at it, why don't we double the piecework?

Then we can work on Sunday too, all through the night even...

In fact, maybe we could bring in our children and wives.

We force the children to work, while our wives stuff a sandwich in our mouths.

And we just go on and on without a break, on and on!

We go on for these 4 damn lire, until we die!

And so from this hell... with no break...

we pass directly to the other hell, which is the same anyway!

Listen carefully, Massa, you protest now...

but where were you when we, with our fellow comrades,

created the union in this factory?

- Where were you? Answer! - Where was I?

Where was I? I was doing piecework.

I followed the politics of the unionists,

I worked for productivity, I increased output, increased it!

Hurray! You're right!

And now what have I become?

I've become a beast, a beast...

You are a beast, not us!

The student outside says... he says.

That we are like machines! Get it? That I am a machine!

I am a pulley, I am a bolt, a screw,

I am a drive belt, I am a pump!

But for me, the pump is broken,

and there's no way of fixing it now.

I propose this:

To leave work immediately, everyone!

Anyone who doesn't leave work immediately is a scab!

...and a shithead!

Massa! Wait, listen to me...

Breaking up the union solidarity...

which we accomplished with great effort...

is part of the political game played by the owners... We have to stay united

if we really want to win.

Extremist and adventurist politics...

would only play into the hands of the right-wing!

Therefore try to understand! Comrade Massa!

Let's all try to understand that we have to remain united! United!

Look at the tramps, how they run! They're waiting for workers!

Shithead workers!

Go and have fun with your money!

Waiting for workers, look how they run!

- How did it go? - I said what I had to... a few ideas.

They're still going in, those guys!

Let's go to the other side!

Sell-outs! Fascists! Cowards!

Ass-lickers!

Imperialists!

- When does this shift end? - Now. - Let's go!

To the gates! To the gates!

Here we are. Look, there's nothing here.

I used to work here, doing varnish.

It's empty now. The owner is in prison, for fraudulent bankruptcy.

- We'll stop here, I'll turn on the heat. - But I'm cold!

- Listen, is it really your first time? - Well, you'll find out now...

Let's not waste time, we'll strip, put our clothes back there...

Come on, we'll be fine here... We're alone...

- But how do you do it? I'm scared. - Scared? Come on...

- But will it hurt? - No, let me guide you.

- You're not going to hurt me? - No, I won't do anything... come on...

If I don't feel good, will you help me?

- My boots. - Behind me...

- I'm ready. - Wait, I have to take everything off.

I have a mini-bar here...

I don't drink... I'm scared...

Scared of what? Down it!

- Why are you taking off your trousers? - The underwear too...

- No, not the underwear, wait... - Everything, everything.

- Keep something on, it's sexier. - Yes, I'll keep my panties on.

- I'm taking everything off. - I want a kiss.

- Take off your watch... - No, not that...

- It scratches... - Who knows what will happen?

No, no, nothing will happen. It's good for you.

- Now get on top of me, rotate and get up... - But I'll hit my head!

- It's so complicated. - No, it's not complicated...

- Careful with the gears! - Yes, I know.

Be very careful...

- Now I bring the seat down... - Ouch! The steering wheel!

Ouch! The gear! Listen, I'm scared.

- Come on! No need to be scared. - Yes, but...

- Look, look, only this arm here. - But I'm embarrassed!

- It's nothing special... - The gear!

Ouch...

- Is that better? - Yes...

- Which hand? Where? - Take your hand away.

Take it away... Like that!

- You're hurting me! - No, it's nothing...

Come on... Did I hurt you just now?

- Yes! You hurt me! - No, I didn't do anything.

- No-no, wait, now you're hurting me. - I can't move...

- Calmly... wait... - Where do I go?

- The leg, no? - The leg!

Come on, listen to me, I've got experience...

- Put it... - Where?

- Where do I put it? - The foot?

- If you put your foot... - Don't pull it!

- I have steering wheel. - And I have the gears!

There! What was the problem?

Come here. Come here!

Give me... give me the other foot...

Rest it there...

My hair... my hair...

It's in my mouth...

God, it's so cold!

There you go, it's over! Over!

It's over.

Nice. I've had it for a year but I still look at it.

Nothing to say about it. The perfect car...

You have no idea what pleasure you gave me, because frankly...

that ugly bitch doesn't turn me on anymore!

So I said: wanna bet I'll end up like Militina?

I blamed the factory... all day... pedaling like a madman!

- How...? At 31 years? - I didn't feel anything.

You felt nothing...

I just feel pain, that's all... and now?

Now what?

- Is this love? - Love? Love...

Love is something you do, and when it's done it's done.

And then you come to your senses.

Exactly. Like animals?

Like animals.

I've got feet, hands, eyes and a dick, just like animals...

The sexiest thing is that when you've done it... you've done it.

Go fuck yourself.

Take me home. I have to wash myself.

Women... the first time they don't feel anything.

They feel it when they're 30.

There's no need to insult me.

You should pay your Lulu for this nice job.

Reality is reality...

there's nothing else.

EVERY HOUR IS AN HOUR OF OUR LIFE

Comrades, the assembly decided to strike for 2 hours a day

for the regulation of piecework.

The three joint unions urge you not to accept provocations...

Workers! Two hours aren't enough to fix the problem of piecework.

Come!

Workers! Don't be fooled!

No, no! Enough of these provocations!

The factory must become the center of your power!

- Why the police? It's a peaceful strike! - Calm down.

We have to guarantee freedom of work!

Workers, comrades! Do not accept provocations.

Calm down! Neither from the police nor from the extremists!

Workers! They have called the police... because they want a clash.

We have to fight united against the exploitation of workers!

Workers! Follow the example of your comrades that are here with us!

Two-hour strikes are useless!

Better to stay outside all day and night!

Rather than work in toilets!

For 36,000 lire a month, I pay with my life!

- What are your intentions? - Nobody goes in today. Not even directors.

But the police is here. What can we do?

The police are always around.

- And if not, some sell-out always calls them. - Of course!

The factory only works when we're inside.

But if we are outside, why would the directors go in?

Okay. But this isn't the right time to create a confrontation!

For you, it's never the right time for confrontation...

Neither with the owners nor with the police!

Listen... I still don't understand you...

We'll go on striking two hours a day 'til we get what we demand, is that clear?

The assembly voted for two hours, not a revolution! Two hours!

- Which side are you on? - I stand for...

- Calm, calm... - Today the directors will not enter!

Let's go.

Form the picket lines up here!

Security gang comrades, go to your posts.

Comrades! The committee of worker-students

calls on you to fight for the abolition of piecework!

No one must go into the factory, not even the directors!

Outside, outside in the cold with us!

These directors who organize your exploitation.

Comrade workers! Picket lines are the strength of the working class!

The expression of class discipline!

Everyone must be in the picket lines.

Scabs will have to face the power of joint unions!

Let them get out of their cars!

Make way, make way... let them pass!

Let us see who they are! Let's see their faces!

My God! These guys might get on! I hate violence!

Workers! United! Don't let anyone get through!

Where are you going? It's dangerous...

Get down or I'll pull off your ear!

What are you going to do?

- What are you going to do in there? - No, not the ears!

Give me the microphone...

- Tell everyone what you're gonna do in there! - I'm not going!

- What do you mean? - I'm not going inside...

You're not going inside... so you stay here...

Stay here... here with us... he's not going inside.

Come on... let's pull him up... tell the others you're not going inside!

Go back! Back... back!

Calm... stay calm...

I say this in your own interests...

Calm, stay calm!

Good morning, engineer, there's a bit of disorder here,

a workers' strike, go ahead we'll take care of everything...

Where are you going! Engineer!

Don't do this to me!

Where are you going?

Help! Help!

Murderer!

Watch out, Lulu!

Come on!

Lulu!

I'm an employee, a non-striker! I have nothing to do with this!

- Yes? - It's me.

- Are you alone? - Who should I be with?

- Here, take this. - Come in.

You beat yourself again?

But...

Come in...

this is my partner.

She works at a hairdresser's.

- These are the comrades. - Who are they?

Students, right?

- Arturo! - Leave him here, he'll learn something.

He's a student too, isn't he?

Out!

- What a race we ran! - My house full of strangers...

I know I'm missing something... the brooch with the dog.

- At least we get to meet people. - Yes, some really nice faces!

If you heard how they talk, you wouldn't understand a word!

- I'm missing the brooch... - Which one? - The one with the dog.

There it is.

They're fugitives.

You brought these bums here so you wouldn't be alone with me.

Let's not make fools of ourselves.

And take that off your head.

Come and join us.

- Who is it? - It's me.

- Come in! - Hey there... we're so hungry.

The engineer collapsed and they took him to a hospital.

- All the papers are covering it! - In the crime pages, obviously.

Where is the kitchen?

8 wounded among the police... we had 20 bruised.

Will you make me a sandwich?

Hey! You were photographed!

Now the police have you on record.

- What do they say in the city? - The extremists are isolated, beaten!

- Lidia... be nice... - Now you're going too far.

I forgot to tell you that these fugitives will be here for two or three nights...

- Hey, let me see! - Yes, sorry. There's TV...

- Are there any eggs? - No, there are none left.

The theory is correct. Struggle creates unity.

If we had a strong revolutionary party,

we'd reach the critical point within a few months.

The workers are ready for power, forget the piecework!

The workers? This guy is totally incapable!

I know what workers are like, forget communism...

Listen... go and borrow a few eggs from the neighbors. Be a good girl.

Go and get them yourself, there's your communism...

- How's it related to communism? - Yes, it changes how you get your eggs...

When you get the power to govern, what will you do?

We'll get rid of all the bosses obviously!

And what will you do without a boss?

You'll die of hunger!

Instead, they've given us everything, your future is secure with the bosses...

What are you saying? What are you talking about?

Let her talk!

She cuts out the pictures of Agnelli!

- Why doesn't she speak? - It's impossible to speak to you anymore.

- Let's hear her out. - We've got freedom of speech.

Here's your communism and freedom...

I'll speak out because I'll never become a communist! Never!

Because I'm for freedom, you hear?

And I like mink, and one day I'll have it,

because I deserve it, understood? Because I work!

I've worked since I was 12 and I deserve it because I'm good...

Poor Arturo!

Go, Arturo! Go with you mom, she'll buy you a fur coat!

Agnelli will buy you a mink coat...

To think that even Lenin exploited her...

Poor girl!

This is amazing... it confirms our analysis.

Exactly the sort of contradictions that explode in this type of family!

The average proletarian is exploited in the factory

but he models himself on the examples he gets from the TV...

from newspapers... cinema...

He lives in misery but always imitates his exploiter.

- Mommy, why are we leaving? - Because I say so!

What d'you want to do? What d'you want now?

- No, put it back! Stay here! - Leave me alone!

Then pay me back for all the times I've forgiven you.

- Look... I'll get you the fur coat. - Get your jacket, Arturo!

- Stop it! - I didn't say a word.

Tell your mom! What did I say? Did I say anything?

We've made fools of ourselves!

Stop it! I can't take it anymore! Arturo, come with me!

Stay here with us, with the students!

- He's not your father... You idiot! - No, not the kid!

- Not the kid! - Enough of this sham, hypocrites!

Go with your mom...

We've embarrassed ourselves enough already.

Why are you crying? Lulu only pretends to care about you.

Don't you remember the slaps he gave you? Stop it!

- Let's go... she'll call the police. - That's ridiculous.

- She's not going to call anyone! - She went to call the police!

She votes for the Christian Democrats but she's good... please...

Do tell him, you know her... please!

Fuck off.

Don't get offended, Lulu, we'll see you later.

See you at the pub.

It's 7:45... go back to work calmly, but remember,

watch out for provocations and don't play the owner's game.

There will be a workers' assembly in the cafeteria,

with representatives from the three joint unions, thank you!

Watch out for provocations! Don't accept the unionist blackmail.

The unionists are the slaves of the owners!

They are reformists!

To the owners' violence we respond with revolutionary violence!

Sabotage production and refuse to work!

Workers! Don't be fooled!

- You can't come in... - What d'you mean I can't come in?

- There is a letter for you. - What letter? Why can't I come in?

They're not letting me in!

There! See how it ends with your extremism?

- That's the result of your provocations! - A worker is not a daddy's boy!

- I won't do anything. - Lulu!

- You see? I've lost my job! - Call a meeting!

First they run me over, then they fire me!

They want me dead! Strike!

Strike, comrade workers! Let's go on strike!

- To the meeting! - Wait for us, Massa!

This one they will pay for... let's have a meeting!

But a worker like me... Where do I go?

Where are we going? Are we going to school?

To the theater? To the cemetery? To fuck off? To our moms?

Where do we go? Where? Where?

- Where's the little one with the beard? - At the Pisacane secondary school.

What do you mean at the Pisacane? I lost my job!

Lulu! Lulu! Who made you do it?

Come on! Did you lose your brain? Who made you do it?

And to think you were the engineer's favorite! Have you gone mad?

Go away! Go away! Stay calm, Lulu!

Go see a doctor. There are good ones in town.

- Go home and sleep! - Go, Lulu!

Massa! Massa!

Listen. The assembly is long and tough...

- Listen... don't get discouraged. - Tell me the truth.

Wait for me at the exit. At the exit, Massa!

At the exit?

What's the result? Is it good?

Listen, Lulu...

The assembly rejected the proposal of a long-term strike.

- Now we will try again. - Rejected it?

We'll talk to the workers... we'll try again and convince them...

The assembly decided not to ditch the current plan.

- I knew it, I knew it... - You know what they're like.

You see, Lulu, the situation is about regulating piecework,

it's not about starting a revolution... you're always doing u-turns.

Each time we go on strike, it's not only the owner who loses out,

we don't make money either...

The money! 10,000 lire for maintaining the kid, I'll give it to you!

And give the kid this letter... and tell him to frame it!

They rejected it.

I can't keep it, he needs it. Go and give it to him!

Lulu, I assure you that the unions will defend you to the end.

- I don't care. - But be careful. Help us.

- Try and understand. - What do I care?

Isolation is tough, Lulu... be careful.

I have to go inside now. Stay calm.

This is an occupied school!

The students are currently discussing major problems in their life!

They discuss politics.

Parents are asked to leave and return to their homes!

- To watch TV! To argue with waiters... - Excuse me! Excuse me!

He knows me. I'm the guy from the B.A.N. I lost my job, and my finger. Remember?

- Where do I go? - Over there!

Why do you let him in? Why can he go in?

- Are they students as well? - We are Sicilian immigrants.

Look at him over there...

Hey, it's me, Lulu... it's me.

- Did you hear I lost my job? - I know, I know...

You're sleeping here. But this morning you could have come over there...

We can't be everywhere.

- But you at least? - I do what I can... there are few of us.

Yesterday we were in the workshop. Today we are in the schools.

And tomorrow maybe we'll be in the south working as farm hands...

In the asylum with Militina...

With our work, we try to make contradictions explode.

- To change this way of life... - You've changed me 'cause I lost my job.

Because as long as you obey your boss no one touches you...

then you become aware and you're fucked.

But you already knew that, didn't you? It's not news to you.

I'm not stupid. I know how things stand.

But we must leave now! Because...

Let's go back to the factory with these students...

- We're divided... and there are few of us... - Few?

I must eat! You understand?

You should know that you can always find food.

I don't want charity...

Forget it. I'll just...

keep pedaling... regardless.

Yours is an individual case... and that's not what interests us.

We want class-based discourse... You want a personal story.

- Wanna hear mine? - What do I care about personal stories?

Look at me. I'm 30 years old. Look at my condition!

- Don't shout! - I've done 3 exams, I'm sick with pyorrhea.

- And I've had lead poisoning! - And I have pyorrhea, alright?

- Massa, we were waiting for you. - Where did you pop out from?

- What should I do now? - I don't care what you have to do.

Do whatever you like. There are a thousand ways to live.

Try to change. Not live as you used to.

Stay with us. You're unemployed now, you can do what you like.

Anyway, you can always find something to eat.

If you feel like it, you can even be a full-time activist.

Look, don't try to be funny. (Keep your hands off.)

- Massa, you'll be rehired! - Look, I've already...

I've taken decisions that...

I know what I have to do for myself...

Goodbye and all the best!

- Massa, why don't you stay here? - Are you a student?

- Yes, it's true, I'm a student... - You're a student!

Of course! I work and I pay my studies! Don't talk crap.

- Are you a student too? - Me? Why?

- Tell everyone to leave... - Why don't you stay here?

- You must stay with the students. - Yeah... with the students!

Well done, stay here and study...

The worker must do it alone... even for three people.

You had nothing to do earlier at the factory...

- You can't leave like this! - I'm going to Switzerland.

We need to fight until they rehire you. Why are you leaving?

- Don't isolate yourself! It's better if... - Enjoy your studies...

Oh, go to hell...

You all look like little workers!

What are you doing around here?

Nothing. I'm here. I came to see you.

I'm glad. Mom never picks me up from school.

I go home alone.

Well, I came to see you... didn't I?

And your son Armando... what's he doing? Is he with you?

I haven't seen him for a while.

- One day we'll hang out together. - I don't know if mom will let me see you.

She has such a temper!

What does she say about me now, your mother?

She always says "That idiot!", and then she cries.

Why do you always shout?

You like staying with me?

You look like small workers!

Which way are you going?

- I go that way. - And I go this way... bye.

- See you! - Yeah...

The storm that moved over the Atlantic, moved slowly towards Kazakhstan.

It's been raining piss for 2 days all over Lombardy,

- 100 people dead and 10 missing. - 20.

Vieri, Burnich, Facchetti, Suarez, Amarildo, Lodetti.

- How's your brother? - He's fine...

If you frown your eyebrows, you'll devise a ploy.

But...

If you want to go mad, believe me...

you have to return to the factory.

I became mad in the factory.

Down with this wall... the wall...

Down, down...

Down with this wall!

Down, down...

Down, down...

I brought the stuff.

The wall!

Wall...

Wall...

Massa! We got our first victory! They transferred the engineer!

Lulu! We know you're there! Come out!

Open up! What are you doing in there alone?

- Come out! Come back to the factory! - Lulu, the comrades need you!

You're a symbol now, you must come out, all the comrades are waiting for you!

Did you know that 30% of the workers went on strike today?

You have to come out... to the gates!

Lulu, you have to participate in the fight if you want to be hired again!

Come out, come on!

I'm selling everything.

Clearance... Switzerland.

Emigrate... emigrate...

Couple in love... 8,500.

1,500, if they give it to me... two days' work.

Gilded table with foreign print.

30 hours of work.

5,000 lire.

Painting of a clown... 10 hours... 24,000 lire,

3,000, 5,000.

Audiobook of The Betrothed.

10,000 in Switzerland, 15,000 in Milan, they'll think I'm crazy.

Crystal vase... plastic flowers.

2,000 lire.

This one... even brings bad luck.

Various animals... prizes.

All natives.

If I meet the guy who came up with this stuff.

Kitchen wizard opens cans, prepares mayonnaise, sharpens knives.

Magic moment.

The magic of candlelight, with Ronson candles...

Fuck off!

If I meet the guy who thought of making this stuff...

it hurts my brain!

Four alarm clocks? I've got 4 of them. For what?

A museum.

Where did I put them? Bills, memories...

One day I'll put myself in here as well.

Fucking cow...

Look for them! Here they are.

Nice packet, packet of stocks.

Shares...

One day I'll put myself in there... embalmed.

Get in there... bitch!

What are you doing, checking? Testing me, huh?

You're falling now?

Acting like a ghost? Try'na scare me?

I'll break you! Who are you testing?

I'll break you!

He's checking! Checking!

What are you checking?

Look, mom! Scrooge exploded.

Wall... the wall

Wall... the wall.

- Who is it? - It's us! Open up!

- Isn't your dad here? - Yes, he is.

Quickly, wake him up! Tell him it's important!

- What is it? - There's a man.

- Lulu, there are people! - A man wants to talk to you.

- He said it's important. - Who is it?

- Excuse me... - It's two or three of them...

Come in!

- Sorry to disturb, it's important... - Dad, get dressed!

Who is it?

Come into the living room, Lulu will come right away.

- Thank you. - Come in

Lulu! We did it!

You've been rehired! You're going back to work!

We signed tonight, at 2:00. We got everything! Even on piecework!

Lulu, your contribution was decisive!

- Well? Aren't you happy? - I'm happy.

You want some brandy?

I told you we'd succeed.

- You told me. - This is the result of union solidarity.

Just imagine, it's the first time in the province

that they re-hire a worker fired for political reasons.

- Important, isn't it? - Damn! The first time?

- And Militina... - Who is Militina?

They didn't hire him again?

Those times are gone... today we're much stronger,

more aware. Today we scare them. Don't we, Lulu?

Lulu, you see? Are you happy?

I am.

- You, come in too... - Come in, Bassi!

You want coffee? I'll go make coffee.

Well, then... to your health! Cheers!

Cheers!

- Is it true? - Of course.

Worker comrades! We achieved the goals we set for ourselves!

The re-hiring of Massa, and the regulation of piecework.

But the fight is not over... it continues on the factory floor.

Check the output times!

Today, after 8 hours of hard labor

You'll come out when it's dark! The sun won't shine for you today...

- Are you glad? - I am.

You might see a little of it if the boss allows you!

Workers! Rebel!

What you've gained today is not because of the unions!

But due of your will to fight! Fight with us students!

Your immediate aim is, and will be, everything at once!

Work, slaves!

Work, slaves!

You misbehaved so they put you on the assembly line!

Look at man's destiny!

I was dreaming... You hear me? I'm talking to you!

What?

- I was there dreaming! - Of what?

- A wall! - Massa, you dreamt...

What are they saying? I don't understand? I can't hear!

- Massa dreamt of a wall! - He dreamt of a wall!

- Massa, an ass?

I was there dreaming of a wall...

- I was... I was dead. - Who? - I died!

- Massa dreamt that he was dead! - Who died?

I was dead and buried, and there was Militina...

Massa died? Nice dream!

- Militina? - Militina says...

- Go on... - He says he died!

- Who, Militina? - Militina died!

- He died in the asylum! - No, Militina didn't die!

- Militina says... he shouts... - What did Militina say?

- He says let's break everything and go in! - We're going in!

Yeah, let's break everything and take over paradise!

Where is that? Where?

I don't know...

Behind the wall... the paradise on the other side...

He says, let's break everything and go inside.

I don't say anything... and anyway... I have a tremendous vision!

Imagine this! There was a guy with his head in one place and his body 10 meters away.

I still remember it.

Down with this wall!

Down with this wall! Down with the wall!

And the wall went down!

- It went down. - Yes, but what was there?

Behind that wall?

- There was fog. - What fog?

Yes, but what was there in this fog?

At first nothing. Then I started to look, and I saw Militina come out of it.

- Militina! - Who is Militina?

A guy from the asylum.

Then I saw a manual laborer, an idiot with a missing finger.

And I said, "Who's that?"

"Holy shit, that's me!"

Try to fix it! You all came forward one by one...

I was there too?

We were all there... in the wall... In the dust, in the fog...

- But what does it mean? - What does it mean?

3, 6, 42, winning numbers...

Hey, Napoli! 6, 7, 42!

6, 7, 42!

Wow, he's slow that guy. What does it mean?

It means that if there's a wall to knock down we knock it down, no?

Wow, he's slow that guy! Damn...

I understand!

But it is I who doesn't understand, who you are, what you want...

I want to knock down the wall immediately, that's who I am!

- Was I there? - I don't know, I think so...

In the fog? In paradise? Is there fog in paradise?

- Was I there? - I don't know if you were there!

- What do I care? - Why don't you have nice dreams?

- Was I at the asylum? - Look! I wasn't there either...

- There was no one there! - Behind the wall?

Forget what I said!