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Well, where were you? Here?

Were you there?

I don't remember.

We'll see about that. Captain, proceed.

Take off his handcuffs.

-Serafini. -Yes?

Where were you?

-Here. -Yes.

Stay there.

-Nardi, where do you want to go? -I don't know.

-Go over there. -No.

President, please let me say

that we'd like Nardi, of his own free will,

without any constraint, to show the court his exact position

-during the incident. -All right, lawyer.

Nardi, go where you want. That's it.

-He was here. -Here?

-Here. -Come forward.

What should I do now?

Repeat the entire incident with the brigadier.

He is Nello.

He is Oreste.

I'm the one with the moustache, Adelaide.

So many tears, so much happiness!

Have you ever loved? Have you ever suffered for love?

No? Then what are you looking at?

Go! Get going! Get going!

-He'll go back to Regina Coeli. -Did they put him on trial?

Don't know!

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EXPLOITATION KILLS

READ AND SPREAD COMMUNIST PAPERS

Adelaide, you're not afraid anymore?

Afraid? Afraid of what?

I don't ever want to get down again.

I want to fly.

Up with the legs!

-Fly, dove! -Give me your hand.

I can't reach it.

Enough. This is the last ride. Then I'll turn off the electricity.

No! Again!

L'UNITÀ PARTY

We gave you lots of money. Why are you being fussy?

Come on, let's go! Hurry up.

-We've finished. -Who is coming with us?

I've got my motorbike, thanks.

-Bye, Bertocchi. -Bye.

-Good night, comrades. -Good night? Good morning!

-Whatever! -We haven't slept since Friday.

Come to the party event. Tomorrow Maselli is speaking.

What about this?

I'm getting off at the next one!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Bye. I'm going to bed.

-Take me with you. -If anything, she'd take me.

I am a man of the world, and a renowned playboy.

Oh, sure, we'd come with you!

-You've got someone better? -It's easy to be better than you!

Stop with those hands!

-He drank too much. -Look at the handstand.

-You're still the same height. -Will we all fit in this wreck?

-Yes, we will. -You know what?

-Tomorrow I'll say I'm sick. -I'll be the doctor.

Stop with those bites!

-You're as good as an exotic fruit. -Stop it.

-Adelaide? -She has her car.

Adelaide, we're leaving.

-You're not saying goodbye? -She's got bad manners.

-Farewell! -Bye, Adelaide.

Hey!

-Who are you? -I'm Adelaide.

Yes. My name is Adelaide.

I didn't say no. It's the blowfly.

The blowfly? It brings news.

-You lost a bet. -No.

You kissed me as a punishment, or you're a dream.

No. It had to happen.

I'm sure your name is Fernando.

-My name is Oreste. -Oreste?

-Nardi Oreste. -Well, Oreste is a lovely name too.

-It's even nicer. -Really?

Even if you don't know me…

I've always thought of you.

-Really? -Yes.

The first time I saw you was many years ago.

-You were blond as a kid. -You saw me?

-Yes. -Where?

I don't remember where.

Maybe you were sleeping, like now, near a river.

The second time I saw you…

was last autumn.

It was at the shooting stall…

at Piazzale dei Quattro Venti.

Come on!

You with the hat, come here.

-Come. -You want to shoot?

Come here, handsome mason!

-Come here. Where are you going? -Come.

That is what she said, Your Honor.

-She saw me at the shooting stall. -Are you sure?

We have no record that Ciafrocchi Adelaide worked

in an amusement park.

Maybe I made a mistake.

It's been a long time.

Adelaide didn't work at the shooting stall.

Now I remember. She said she saw me by the cemetery.

Madam, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, madam!

What a lovely day today. Repeat after me.

While you eat, your English pronunciation is better.

A day is lovely, either because we are happy,

or because the sun is shining. In this case, I'd say,

Here he is again.

Who?

-He is so handsome! -Who? The guy with the big head?

Screw you!

Screw you.

It could be raining.

What's so handsome about him?

He looks like a dirty guy.

I think his name is Fernando. I can feel it.

Ciafrocchi approached Nardi at the Communist Party festival.

What happened after that night?

Nardi! I'm talking to you!

I can't remember it very well now.

They were unforgettable days. Seven fantastic months!

Our love knew no bounds.

On Sundays, we went to the sea on the Italian beaches

that everyone envies, but are actually filthy.

-Tar, dead cats, gloves from Paris! -What's that have to do with the trial?

Your Honor, in Rome, lovers don't know where to go

because it's full of trash. Seven hills of trash!

It's the dirtiest city in Europe, and the foreigners are disgusted.

But the town hall people are even more disgusting.

-Nardi, enough. I understand. -Yes.

All right.

My love.

It's back.

-Is it the same one? -Yes, it follows me everywhere.

The blowfly of our love.

It's a bit disgusting. A butterfly would have been better.

This is Red Fox to Base K.

Today, December 21, 1944, we are on the beach of Mindanao.

Yamashita's men are running away. Lieutenant Thompson is injured.

-I took over the command. -Go play somewhere else!

You go. Is it your beach?

It was an ambush. Over and out.

Those imbeciles are playing Americans!

If the yellow faces come, shoot.

-Any questions? -No.

Go to hell!

You go to hell!

-Catch me! -Again?

-Yes! -Come on!

I'm coming! Wait for me!

-Catch me. -Wait for me!

Ugo!

Ugo, listen.

Did I tell you what Adelaide's skin is like?

As smooth as a peach.

She has a heart-shaped mouth and when she smiles, she's beautiful.

Among the flowers, she looks like a flower too.

She's a florist.

-You told me. -She has a habit.

She whispers sensual words in your ear.

You fags!

There you go!

When we go to the movies, I put my hand like this,

-and she takes it. Give me your hand. -Stop it.

Oreste, it's ready.

-See you. -Take care.

Ugo, she's to die for!

You are so beautiful!

-Enough. -Adelaide.

My love!

-Do you love me? -I love you. Do you love me?

-I love you like crazy. -Oh, God!

Really? Then I will eat you.

I'll eat you.

Oreste.

-And wine. -Yes, bite me.

Oreste and wine.

-I'll eat you. -You are special!

-Where? -You can do anything with me.

Ask me anything.

Adelaide…

vote Communist next Sunday.

-Oreste. -My beloved.

I know so little about you.

You never talk about your past. Never!

I don't have a past. I was very sad before meeting you.

My love!

Especially in the family. Evenings are the saddest moments.

My job as a mason didn't even give me joy anymore.

I was closed up, like a meat roll.

I thought I was ill, I heard voices in my stomach.

Mysterious steps.

I saw ugly faces. I don't know.

-Good night. -Good night.

He said he wanted to put up a wall.

Here's the wall.

-Good night. -Good night.

This was my everyday life, nobody can deny it.

Never a kind word, nor an impolite one.

And yet once he loved me. He loved the two children too.

He worked a lot. There were few men like him.

But a little affection would be nice, a little endearment!

In the house, he was a stranger.

He cut out letters from newspapers. One evening T's, another, N's.

One evening he got angry because there weren't many H's.

The psychoanalyst said it was nothing.

I said to him, "Let's hope so."

What is your wife like?

Beautiful?

She's particular.

Was it a marriage filled with love?

Were there feelings between you two? Tell me.

What can I say? She'd already had a husband.

A murderer who, during the war, made sausages with corpses.

He got life in prison.

She remained alone with the two children she'd had before the marriage,

with strangers.

I married her because in the meantime her husband died of colitis.

-That's all. -A delicate story.

Sort of!

You drank it all!

Oreste, man of my destiny, I will give you oblivion.

Ciafrocchi Silvana, Adelaide's older sister.

I felt a tragedy would take place.

I said that to my sister in October when she accompanied me to work.

I've always given you good advice. Not with a married man. No, honestly.

Marriage is an everlasting sacrament.

Whoever upsets it commits a sin. It can't have a good ending.

I don't care. It must have been a flame

with "This is life!" written underneath.

-Did you make the sign of the cross? -Don't say that. Be yourself again.

Can't you go faster? I'll be late for work.

You know I care for you.

I'm speaking on behalf of your own interests and on behalf of Don Riccardo,

-who always asks about you. -Tell him I asked about him.

You must think about settling down.

The dressmaker's son is a good boy.

One word from you would be enough.

I have that word. "No!" I am the phoenix!

-Oreste is my man! -Think about it, Adelaide.

-I'll think about it. -Good. Think about his wife.

-You can't ruin a family. Bye. -Bye.

Bye.

If his wife finds out, you'll all end up in the papers.

-Who gives a darn! -What are you saying?

-Hi, Deborah. -Hi.

This Ponte law is a swindle!

Everyone lays the foundations before the deadline.

We laid the foundations for eleven buildings.

They say, "We pay extra for night work. What do you want?"

I can't stand it anymore. That's what I want. Is this life?

The builder came today to check the work.

American car, a driver, his girlfriend, Miss-- I don't know.

His feet are nice and warm, while mine are humid.

Moss is growing around me.

I am not stupid. I know he has a woman.

I will tell the marshal. Marshal, intervene!

Adultery isn't a crime anymore.

No? Then what can I do?

-Just accept it. -What if I don't want to?

Come here. Where are you going?

-Come, lovely lady. -Sure. Are you Adelaide?

-Yes. What would you like? -For you to leave Oreste alone.

Did you come here on purpose?

You've made a pointless trip.

Oreste is my man, and I'm his woman.

I make him happy.

You are his mother, you should understand!

I am his wife, you bitch!

Oh, God! Help!

The old lady wants to kill me! Help me!

She wanted to kill me, but I'll never leave him!

That man is mine by divine right! Mine, Sister!

-Who is she? -He's gotten into my veins!

To remove him, you must remove my blood.

I'll never leave him!

EMERGENCY ROOM

Oreste.

-Oreste! -Adelaide!

-I love you like crazy. -My love.

Easy! My shoulder.

-I have a cast. -Here.

How lovely!

Gladioli? In this season?

-How much did you pay for them? -Beautiful!

-We'll build a life together. -Really? What about your wife?

-How old is she? -She was pretty when I married her.

But I left her, it's over. I am free!

Free.

Free!

I broke the chains. No more bonds. I left.

-What is it? -How did your wife react?

She reacted well.

She is a good woman.

Good…

at the hospital they thought I was hit by a streetcar.

-What did you tell her? -I said…

"Antonia, without a big commotion, I give you back your freedom."

"You can get your life back, and find another man."

That's what I told her.

What is it?

It's an insert for women readers.

"Sunglasses of essential simplicity,

created by a famous designer who was inspired by the Polynesian ones."

-But I can't see anything. -You need to open them, darling.

Are you crying?

-No. -Yes, you are.

I have a strange feeling in my stomach.

Obviously. Hurry with these pizzas!

No. It's like remorse.

-A premonition, I don't know. -A premonition?

If one day…

you leave me too, I'll kill you.

-It's not going to happen. -No.

Leaving you is like leaving myself.

In fact, let's do something.

You kill me.

I prefer that.

Okay. I'll do as you wish.

Don't laugh at me.

Don't you feel that our happiness could suddenly end?

No.

Lucky you! I always fear waking up without forewarning.

Maybe I made you up too. You're a legend.

Legends always have a foundation.

-Oreste. -Yes.

-I feel like it's going to end badly. -Again?

Don't think about that. There's always a shadow on your face.

Would you prefer me to be frivolous?

-Adelaide. -Yes.

Nothing will happen to you,

-because I love you like crazy! -Ouch! With this hand.

Oreste, you have a black nail here.

You have a cut and a bump here.

You can't bend this one. Here the nail is about to fall off.

-This is the only normal one. -It's a hand that works.

Oreste Nardi…

I'll never have a child with your name.

You will never be able to marry me.

-There's the Roman Rota. -You need billions for that.

-Do you have that kind of money? -No.

Then it's too bad for us.

I wish I could fall in love with someone else!

-Just try it! -The pizzas.

It's good!

That is how Serafini Nello came into my life,

with that gracious and gentle gesture.

A gesture that revealed Serafini's libertine inclination.

-We can comment about his-- -Be concise.

Subversive, quarrelsome, and roughneck tendencies.

-Wake up! Are you transfixed? -Don't say that to me.

If you make a heart-shaped pizza again, I'll clobber you.

-You are all slaves! -Big talker.

Are you afraid the assembly line will stop,

and the boss won't pay you?

-You lick, I spit. -The gentleman's Napoli pizza!

-Where is it? I'll spit on it! -What are you doing, jerk?

You're stupid. You only think of the pay. Your wallet! In the oven!

What did you do? The wallet?

Excuse me.

By now…

she had a tempest…

in her heart.

While I speak, she is distracted and looks lost.

How can I explain it to you? Some things can't be explained.

But Adelaide is no longer the woman she used to be.

You'll wonder what has changed.

These things aren't tangible.

It's like when summer is about to end.

Yes, the sun is still there, but you don't feel it.

Understand?

-Are you rolling your eyes? -No.

These are serious matters, Ugo.

In short, does she not love me anymore?

Or is it just a passing thing?

Or…

Or maybe it's me…

who always wants more from her…

and what I received before…

now seems less.

I don't know. These are the questions we must ask ourselves.

I don't mean to repeat myself, Ughetto.

But Adelaide is no longer what she used to be.

Romantic and horny.

If questioned, she denies it, saying that nothing has changed.

-What do you say? -What do I say?

Yes, what do you say? Is Adelaide sincere or not?

She's either sincere or she isn't.

You see?

You repeat what I say? What a friend! Is she sincere or not?

It was winter when Ciafrocchi received the night call

at Mrs. Lalla's tavern in front of her home.

Yes. I went to call Adelaide. It was raining and I said to her,

"Have a phone installed, and I'll pitch in with the expense."

-Who is it? -I don't know, but it's urgent.

Oh, God!

-Hello? Who is it? -It's me.

I wanted to say that I love you very much.

-At this hour? -I love you at every hour.

Tell me you love me more than anything, just as I love you. Say it!

Yes.

-You're concise. -There are people here.

Who's there?

Tell me, who is there?

There is a night watchman and three drunkards.

Actually, I am a streetcar driver.

For us, it's fine.

So we won't see each other tonight.

No, I told you. My sister came to stay at my house.

Then I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have lunch together.

I'll pick you up on my scooter.

All right.

I have to go now, they're closing here.

Understand?

-Come on. -Tell me you're thinking about me.

Yes, I am. But now…

I have to go because I am drenched.

Good night.

Adelaide.

Was it him?

What did you tell him?

-What did you tell him? -What could I tell him?

A lie.

A professional liar, expert in double crossing, Adelaide Ciafrocchi!

While her gullible lover was hanging up the phone,

she returned to the guy who had become her new lover,

since that pizza date.

Gallehault was the pizza. Will Alighieri forgive us?

It's false, Your Honor.

After that evening, six months went by before I saw Adelaide.

In May, I met Oreste at a demonstration against repression, for democracy.

What a bump.

-You lost a shoe. -A new moccasin.

There weren't any rocks. What could I throw at them?

I must hand it to you. I didn't think you Tuscans were so tough.

I never would've thought there were still people willing to get beaten

amongst the old supporters.

We are still tough stuff.

-You want to comb your hair? -Yes. Here.

You're a bit dirty. Wait.

Sorry. I'll buy you a new one.

It doesn't matter. It wasn't worth anything.

-You have a cigarette? -Yes.

Certainly.

Even when I was little, my mother…

went crazy over combing my hair.

-Where will we go? -You want to go dancing?

Do you have a girlfriend? Mine's name is Adelaide. She's a knockout.

In intimate moments, she screams and bites.

I have hundreds of women. No, a couple.

I don't believe in one, possessive love. I don't think it's right.

We want to be free men.

We are against possession of man over man.

So, we must also be against possession of man over woman.

Hey! Your young age blurs your mind.

The worker has only one asset, his woman.

Do we want to take that away too?

It would be a serious political error. Understand?

If someone tries to take her away from me, I'll kill him.

I'll kill him. I'm not kidding.

-We think differently. -Who's "we"?

-We paved the way for you. -We want to kick it all away!

You just raised a bunch of dust. See. What is your job?

-Pizza maker. -Pizzas are good!

-I spit on them. -Let me know where you work!

Serafini, what did Nardi tell you exactly?

"If someone tries to take my woman, I'll kill him." That's what he said.

I ask for that sentence to be excluded from the record,

because it can't be associated with the supposed premeditation of my client.

"I will kill him" is just a saying, exaggerated rhetoric, slang terminology.

All right, attorney. Go on, Serafini.

On that Sunday Oreste introduced Adelaide to me.

I didn't recognize her. We danced together and she said,

-"Do you make heart pizzas for all women?" -"Only the pretty ones," I replied.

I remembered. She was the lovely brunette I saw crying a month before.

Me? Nobody's ever made me cry.

Who knows how many you made cry?

The truth was that Oreste often made her cry.

If I am a delinquent, you are a filthy traitor!

-A traitor? Me -You!

-Silence, Nardi. -I'll kill you!

Silence!

Nello Serafini, my best friend.

-My pleasure. -She is Ciafrocchi Adelaide.

-What did I say? Isn't she lovely? -I like her.

-What do you want to drink? -An orange juice.

-Yes. What do you want? -Chewing gum.

Give me your jacket. You two dance. Are you shy? Dance.

-If the lady wants… -He's good.

-I'll dance. -Dance.

I'll be right back.

Nello! You look like a paralytic. Adelaide, loosen him up.

Do you make heart shaped pizzas for all women?

No, just the pretty ones.

Two orange juices and some chewing gum.

-I'm with my girlfriend and a friend. -Who gives a darn!

From that day on, she, Oreste, and I became inseparable.

Four months of friendship, from mid-August to Christmas.

-Darn! -Adelaide!

Stop her!

Stop.

Leave me alone!

-He played a trick on you! -You laughed.

You're right. I apologize. Isn't that enough?

All right. Apology accepted.

You accept mine, and from now on, we are just going to be acquaintances.

-Adelaide. -Leave me alone.

But you…

I know why you slapped me earlier. It's because…

you realized I am in love with you.

How horrible!

-Who is it? Who is there? -Uncle Umberto. Be silent.

He's scum.

-Who is there? -It's Nello, Uncle Umberto.

What are you doing there?

I'm off duty. I'm lying in bed a bit.

-I am embarrassed. -He can't see us.

-I see him. -Relax.

Sniff! Sniff! I smell slut!

-"Slut" to his sister! -What a lovely little voice!

-Blond or brunette? Come here. -Nobody is here.

Nobody? I'll bust your bones! Don't I have a right to?

The first time we were together

was in the restaurant's back room, where Uncle Umberto is a watchman.

Then we met at her home, until the evening that Oreste called.

They didn't become lovers just after having met in the pizzeria,

but after six months they found themselves in bed.

-The substance doesn't change. -Serafini, go on.

After Nardi's call, what happened?

-Are you crying? -No.

I fell down the stairs. Why would I cry anyway?

You are here, he's there on the phone.

You love me very much, he loves me like crazy.

I love the both of you more than myself. Things couldn't be any better!

I am happy. Aren't you?

Come on! You've anguished me with your whimpering since I met you.

-Did I look for you? -No.

-Darn love! -Don't be blasphemous and cynical!

Leave Pinocchio alone! Darn Tuscans!

I used to be cynical.

Now I'm a jerk.

I feel sorry for him. He knows nothing, calls you at night under the rain.

He is my only friend.

I wake up at night screaming from remorse.

Lies, deceit, curiosity.

The other day, while I was making love to him,

I called him "My Nello." You realize that?

I suffer from hallucinations, and I superimpose the faces.

I look at you and see Oreste. I look at him and he has a moustache.

There's too many of us. We can't go on like this. I just can't.

-Adelaide. -I give up.

I don't reason anymore at work. I don't read anymore.

-I'm behind on my English. -You can recuperate.

Recuperate? I had never been in love!

Suddenly I fall in love with a guy, and then another one. Why two?

Two together! How can one live like this?

Nello, I loved Oreste so much.

-My Oreste, hold me tight. -I am Nello.

How could this happen?

How was it possible? We broke the rules of love.

-Nello, kiss me. -Yes.

-Kiss me. -Yes. Let's forget it.

-You're not kissing me? -My hair.

Come on, play.

Ugo, even now, on the phone.

I say, "I love you at every hour. Say you love me too." She says, "Yes."

I say, "You're concise." She says, "Well…"

I say, "Shall we meet tonight?" She says, "No."

I say let me put my card down.

Isn't her sister being home an excuse?

-You're discarding a jack? -Yes.

-You must have a strategy. -Yes. So what?

-I take it with a nine. -Was that the strategy?

-Go to hell! -If I'd discarded the three?

Darn you and that senile jerk! You should've discarded the three.

You're making me go two points under

just to hear the story of that floozy who cheats on him?

Weren't you talking about that?

It was just a way of saying it. I don't know anything.

The two people dearest to me.

-Oreste… Oreste! -Where?

No, it's nothing.

It was just a blowfly. You see?

Everything reminds us about him.

Nello!

Our love is an impossible one.

-Let's do something. -Yes.

-Let's kill each other. -Now?

I don't know if…

Then…

let's break up forever.

We'll pretend we never loved each other…

even if inside, our hearts will cry.

Nello.

Go away.

Go away. Go!

Tiptoe quietly out of my life.

Go!

You're leaving?

-I'll stay. -No.

Go away! Go!

-Don't turn around. -I'm going.

-Adelaide-- -Don't talk.

Great sorrow is silent.

Say goodbye to this home, the objects that witnessed our happiness,

which you'll never see again.

Farewell!

I even caught a cold!

Oreste!

I'm coming.

-Hi. -Hi, baby.

Sorry I'm late. I thought you were holding a grudge.

-Where are we going? -To eat pizza.

-Pizza? -Pizza.

-Why? -You've always liked pizza.

-I didn't think we'd eat pizza. -Well, we are.

-Hello to everyone. -Oreste is here.

-Hi. -Hi!

Let's go close to Nello.

-Hi. -Hi, Oreste.

-Adelaide. -Hi, boys.

Welcome back.

-Garçon! -He's coming! Here he is!

Wine, water, and rapid service, because we're Nello's friends.

Isn't there more cheerful music?

They were more cheerful when they were poor.

More cheerful? Right. Hear that? But you see, ladies.

Even if we're richer now, we're still the same.

-Ancient Italians, cheerful. -Ancient and happy.

Pour it.

Adelaide, you want a pizza, right?

-Yes. -Then write.

For this slut, a Neapolitan pizza. For this cuckold, myself, nothing.

I didn't come here to eat,

but to tell everyone that this bitch cheated on me

with that traitor who makes pizzas.

Serafini Nello, the guy with the moustache.

Where's the owner? Come on.

He makes passes at customers. He is a disgrace for this place.

-What happened? -He betrayed all things beautiful.

Love, trust, and friendship. Here!

Where are you going? You're ashamed, huh?

Share your great love with everyone.

I put you on a pedestal, but you are a bitch!

You wanted to shame me? Then so be it!

I love, and I am loved in return by, Serafini Nello.

I belong to him. I cheated on him, but I don't regret it!

I am not ashamed and won't defend myself!

-Ugly bitch! -No!

Leave her alone! Don't touch her, bastard!

It was unpleasant. They made a horrible scene. I swear!

Be more precise. What did Nardi say?

Tramp!

You, my best friend, companion of struggles and sacrifice,

stabbed me in the back like Judas.

She massacred me, and took me away from home.

-I left my wife and children! -What was her answer?

I gave all of myself to you, but even love ends.

It's over, Oreste!

Is she a wife? She's more of a savage beast!

She sent me to the hospital, to the trauma ward!

What did Serafini say to that?

Orangutan!

Be thankful that they're holding me back!

Stabbed in the back? She doesn't want you anymore.

I'll snap him in half. Let me go!

She pulled me away from faith. Ask my sister.

You're stealing her trade! You know what her sister does?

Be quiet! You aren't worthy of saying her name!

The people I loved the most, they cheated behind my back!

-Nature takes its course. -Do you hear her? Let me go.

-Let me go. -Bye.

-You need to remain calm. -Go to bed.

All right.

I am drugged up. Half a tube of amphetamines and a liter of coffee.

Yes, all right.

All right.

Darn it!

Stop!

Go ahead and kill me. I don't love you anymore!

-Kill me! -Yes, take this!

-Help! He wants to kill me! -Habitual hussy!

That is your name. Take this!

You were lucky this time.

This is my ailment.

Can a nervous system love someone who has beaten her up?

I mean Oreste. Rationally, I hate him.

I swear I won't see him again, but I'm lying to myself.

Nello satisfies me both on a human as well as a sensual level,

but then the memory of Oreste takes over,

and I desire the person who hit me, and my insomnia won't let me sleep.

-Shall I talk about my childhood? -Talk about your childhood.

I peed in my bed until I was two and a half.

I ate simple things.

Pasta, beef chop suey, potatoes, side dishes, dried fruit.

-Forget about food. -Any recurrent dreams?

I completely undress myself with lots of people on a ledge.

-It indicates insecurity. -I'll decide that.

-Then what should I say? -Whatever you want. Speak.

At 25, I first had sex. Then, almost nothing,

until my big love, Oreste, who is an Aires. I am a Scorpio.

-Forget about horoscopes. -I knew it.

-Speak. -I read comic books, study English.

-Doctor, I'm next in line. -Speak.

Speak in a loud voice, group therapy. Speak, Cerioni.

-I am speaking. -When I was in love with Dad,

I had stomach aches because of my feelings of guilt.

It is my torment. I must get out of this anguishing crossroad,

out of this psychic disturbance. Right, Doctor?

Doctor!

-Doctor. -Speak, speak.

What is the nature of my illness? Do I have some kind of trauma?

Am I in a state of shock? Is it a neurovegetative disturbance?

-Or am I a slut? -Forget scientific terms!

You're experiencing discomfort because you think you're a sole,

desperate case.

Instead, in loving two men, you are below the average today.

Don't obsessively think

-about Nello and Ernesto anymore. -Oreste.

Come back Thursday. I'll prescribe you something to sleep.

I was right to come. You've returned my serenity.

Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.

Adelaide is back.

-Attempted suicide. -Hi, Adelaide.

How do you feel this morning?

When you don't have the will to live…

science is impotent.

I had myself psychoanalyzed, and I killed myself with poor results.

I suffered and was anguished.

My heart is broken in half.

Who should I choose between you two?

Who should I give up? It'd be easier to amputate an arm.

Nello, I like you because you're modern, personal,

fresh, not Roman.

As such, you have an ideal life.

Oreste, you have the fascination of a middle-aged man.

You're generous, very curly, strong. I like you.

But you both have many other sides of the coin.

You are jealous, material, use your hands!

Like your wife! It's a family habit.

You're also not very clean.

Remember that time in Frascati? You even made a noise.

-Too much wine. -You eat and drink too much. You're old.

You're like my uncle at times, rather than my lover.

-Is he like your nephew? -He has his flaws too.

I was about to tell you them. Come on. Wait. Come on!

Because of the rivalry she instilled in their souls,

she, who D'Annunzio's pen wouldn't be enough to describe, or Zola's,

or Nabokov's,

the two men arrived on the immoral night at the hotel Molise,

in a situation that Adelaide

had triggered and agreed upon. I ask you if that is correct.

Putting it that way, it seems dirty. She didn't know who to choose.

We discussed it and realized that problems like these are easily solved.

You don't necessarily have to have two. Look at Sweden or Denmark.

We are a lot less evolved than our libertine witness.

Nardi, who was the promoter of that mixed experiment?

I didn't like that at all.

It was the two of them, especially him, that swine.

-Be silent, Nardi. -Yes, all right.

You have to help me or I'll kill myself again.

-Take that hand away. -You take it away.

-Is this what a sex party is like? -Degenerate!

-Me? Who paid for the room? -You never pay!

Just kill yourselves.

-I'll bust you up! -What?

You pointlessly humiliated and tortured me.

-Adelaide. Adelaide. -Adelaide.

We always have to give a bad impression.

-Adelaide. -Enough.

-Leave me alone. -Adelaide.

I don't want to see you two again.

This time it's definitive! I can't stand you two anymore.

-I gave you the best of myself. -We'll try again.

This is a proper place, not a brothel.

-Go! Go get dressed. -He did it.

-Adelaide! -Hey!

-She is my sister. -Bye.

-Adelaide! -Again?

-I must talk to you. -Yes. I know you were looking for me.

-What happened? -Listen.

If you say no this time, just disappear.

-Forget you have a sister. -I don't have any money.

-No. It's for your future. -The future!

I no longer have a future.

I am a prisoner of the past.

As for the present, I am a tree without leaves.

That's nonsense. Listen.

There's one of my clients. Go!

A proper gentleman, widower, God fearing, middle-aged, very rich.

He wants to meet you and he wants to get married.

He's as good as gold, a kind and understanding person.

The adult animal is divided into these parts.

Behind, we have the breech tip,

the rump, shank, round and tail.

In the middle, we have tenderloin and filet,

brisket, chuck, and shoulder.

Then spareribs, flank and short plate.

Let's not forget the muscles.

In the front, face, tongue, neck, bacon and big breast.

-Not everyone knows these things. -Tripe is dealt with differently.

Why isn't he coming?

Stop that ringing!

-The small salamis! -We've finished them.

-There are only bacon bites. -I took you from the slaughterhouse

-to be a butler! I made a mistake. -Maybe you did.

You'll always be a butcher. Big beast, go!

Ambleto, not like that.

-He's your cousin. -I am a bit sorry.

Good. What do you do when you realize you've hurt someone?

Run away.

Come here.

Not hurt with a knife, but hurt their feelings.

Besides material things, there are those that must not be touched.

The soul is one of these things.

-It's inside, but we can't see it. -Like haggis.

Are you sad, love? Were you thinking of jumping?

-It's better than being with me. -Don't say that.

No.

I like being here.

-Why so many reeds? -A geometric qualification.

It was written on the project of the house.

Adelaide, the phone.

Why don't you call her "Miss"?

-You could've brought the phone. -What is this?

No. I don't want to talk to anyone.

-You talk. -As you wish.

Give it. Hello?

Hello, yes?

Hello? May I talk to Miss Adelaide?

-A girlfriend. -She isn't here. You can tell me.

Could you identify yourself?

Ambleto di Meo, I'll give you some advice.

You know what you should do?

-You should shove it. -No, you do that.

Call Mom.

No, yours.

Could it be Oreste? Or Nello?

And your grandfathers!

It's Oreste.

If he keeps doing this, he will be difficult to forget.

There. Maybe I'll call you back.

Ugo…

you want to know something?

I am ruining myself.

I get dizzy and fall from a scaffold and break an arm.

I argue with the head mason, and now I'm jobless.

Ugo.

Is she beautiful? Where is all this beauty?

With that pointed nose, full of freckles. This lady is more beautiful.

Do you realize who it was I left my family, friends, work, and the party for?

For a woman who doesn't deserve it.

You disappointed me, dear Ugo.

You should've opened my eyes and said, "Oreste, what are you doing?"

That is friendship. Otherwise, it means you don't give a darn.

You are not a real friend. It's over. Let's not discuss it anymore.

-I'm paying for everyone's drinks. -Nobody is here.

-Well, to the two of us. -I already paid.

Let's leave then. I don't give a darn anymore.

I don't.

I feel serene.

JOIN THE FIGHT OCCUPY

Now I know what real happiness is.

-Are you crying? -Because I'm happy. It happens!

AGAINST ALL FORMS OF IMPERIALISM

NO TO NATO WORKERS' UNITY

Finally some street cleaners!

Town Hall has decided to clean up. It's about time.

The same threats with some political advantages.

They must know that the working class, the workers,

the young people of Rome and Lazio--

Good for you, Pietro!

-He's not Pietro. -He's good anyway.

Here in Rome.

Especially to you, friends of President Nixon…

-Hi, Bertocchi. -Finally we see you again.

You're right. I'm sorry.

-May I tell you something? -Now?

Yes.

Can suffering for love…

be connected to class struggle?

What are you saying?

I am trying to give a personal matter a more ample explanation, a Marxist one…

so I don't feel alone.

I'm talking to the secretary of my section.

I am alone.

Even among my comrades, I feel alone, and it's not right.

Follow my reasoning.

Human suffering is determined by the supremacy

that the economical class holds.

Adelaide was taken from me by a rich man,

-exploiter of society-- -Will you let me listen?

Comrades, every time we've gathered here

in the great and majestic Piazza San Giovanni

every time, it was for important moments

that our party was experiencing, along with the country,

and great popular masses.

As always, when we came here…

Bertocchi.

We must ask ourselves this.

If Ambleto di Meo was on my level, would she have left me?

My answer is no. What is your political opinion?

Oreste, do you feel okay?

No, I don't feel okay.

I don't feel okay at all. Am I talking too much?

-No. Listen to what Pietro is saying. -Yes.

Yes, we'll discuss it later.

The movement has maintained its battle power…

We lost him; I think.

…and has managed to avoid the painful defeat of May '68.

On July 16th, we were working when we heard yelling from the bathroom.

Nello had swallowed the mouse poison in the cans.

"I want to die," he kept saying, and was kicking.

We called an ambulance and went to the hospital.

-Hi, Adelaide. -Hi.

-Hi. -Adelaide.

-Adelaide is back. -Let me through.

-Did someone injure you? -No.

I'm looking for a young man who attempted suicide.

-This woman… -Nello! Nello! Nello!

Nello.

Be strong.

-Hold on to me. -Thank you.

-I can't see anything. -Come on.

My Nello.

-Nello. -Who are you?

-Sniff, sniff. I smell-- -It's me!

You've lost so much blood.

-Nurse, will he recover? -Yes, but I'm a pizza maker.

No, I want to die. Call the head doctor!

No! Why did you do it? Did you do it for me?

No, never!

No!

-No. -Yes, it's a pitiful lie.

With this gesture, you showed that you love me more than the others,

and I abandoned you. Nello, forgive me.

Tell me you forgive me.

-Will you forgive me? -No! You slut!

He's right. I deserve it. Nello!

-Don't abandon me. -Is he dead?

He's not dead! He's alive and we'll live together.

-I will dedicate my life to you. -Swear it on the Madonna.

-I swear. Nurse, here. -I'm a pizza maker. He'll make it.

At number ten, Via Cuboni, there is a man waiting for me.

Tell him I thank him for what he gave to me,

but I can't be his any longer. Here. This too.

-What is she doing? -Undressing herself of all riches.

-And coming back to me. -What a deal!

This and this too-- No. It's from my Holy Communion.

-Adelaide! -Nello!

Autumn returned. Roses had become very expensive.

There were the first chrysanthemums.

Nello and I loved each other, and we talked about marriage.

I had successfully forgotten Ambleto.

As for you, Oreste…

I forced myself to tear you away from my heart.

This is when I presented Adelaide to my family.

A hundred rice balls and 25 bottles of champagne.

We even took slides. They are there.

There, on the left. Adelaide was happy,

with my aunt, my mother, Uncle Ambrogio, my sister.

That's me.

She was sitting where you are now.

You're not eating?

Only when a woman leaves you, do you realize you miss her.

Right? She even taught me English.

-It means "Good morning". -I know.

She changed my life.

I'd pay seven or eight billion to have her back.

Do you smoke?

-Focus! -Wait.

Here it is.

I have a letter Adelaide sent me. You want to hear it?

Giulio Cesare, you read it.

-"Dear ox--" -Don't joke.

-"Dear Ambleto." -Go on.

"What is love?"

"It's running towards the sun

until it sets, and you are in a shadow."

"I am once again shining on he who loved me most,

proving this by taking his life."

"I must leave you. These spots--"

"These spots on the paper are tears."

"Tears that are falling heavily. Goodbye forever, my Ambleto."

"In faith." Signed "Ciafrocchi Adelaide."

It's over. Come here.

Here she was looking at me through a bone.

That's it. We should meet more often.

We could talk about her. You feel like it?

Maybe every Thursday? It would be a nice habit.

Did you give him the beef chops?

All right. Goodbye.

See you on Thursday.

Hey! Do you like tail?

Then you'll find it on Thursday. All right?

He was strange when he left,

in the lane where I strolled with Adelaide.

It was Thursday, October 19th.

The following Thursday, he didn't turn up. Nor the Thursday after that,

or the Thursday after that one.

Nor the one following it, or the one after that.

-Di Meo. -Nor the Thursday after that one.

-Di Meo! -Nor the following one.

-We understand. -I thought I was meant to say all of them.

-That's not necessary. -All right.

That's better.

When did the witness, Graculios Maria, meet Nardi?

Graculios Maria, age 38, Romani.

I met Mr. Oreste. I was walking alone, minding my business,

when he started following me.

So I hastened my step, because you can meet bad people in Rome.

On the street there are people who can bother you.

I told him I'd call the police.

-You could at least help me! -Leave me alone!

You have the power to help people.

You gypsies are good people. Help me!

The woman I loved left me for another man.

Please read my future. Help me. You are my last hope.

-Who is he? -He's just a tramp.

Cast a spell and give me back her love.

Help me.

I will give you all I have.

One thousand four hundred lira and two cigarettes.

Why did it end like this? I am pleading with gypsies.

-Why, Adelaide? Why? -I feel sorry for him.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving.

What can you do?

Adelaide.

I loved you like crazy.

And you left me. Why?

-My Adelaide. -Poor thing!

You want a spell to meet Adelaide?

Yes, her name is Adelaide.

-You know everything. -Everything!

-The spell of the 40 saints? -What?

That costs too much.

I don't have more.

-Do the 21 saints. -The 21 saints? That's useless.

All right. Let's cast the 31 saints spell.

Yes, I'll accept it.

Take the money.

Open the door and you'll find a lovely person.

I was waiting for you.

Adelaide.

-My love, how do you feel? -Fine.

I made your favorite breakfast. Look.

Toasted bread, ricotta, and coffee!

It's the healthiest of all breakfasts. I recommend it to everyone.

-Here. -Adelaide.

Yes.

I like being here, it's nice and warm with you.

-You are very handsome this morning. Wait. -Am I?

Wait.

Look. I managed to do it.

I straightened it. You like it?

You look more modern and younger like this.

I put some hairspray in too.

-It looks like a helmet. -No.

-But it won't last. -No.

It's rebel hair.

-I can do it. -Thank you. May I?

I am happy.

What did you do here?

The same hand that hit you. A hammer.

-On the only good one? -Yes.

-What happened to your tooth? -Nothing, I'll have it fixed.

You must have suffered so much!

-I thought you loved him. -Are you crazy?

And that you didn't want to see me.

Be silent, Oreste.

It's not fair.

I am yours. You must believe me.

I believe you. And yet…

I see a shadow on your face

The past is buried

Come on, convince yourself Of the present

I love you; I love you!

Only you!

-The groom is cute. -Better than the other.

The bride!

A friend of mine came.

-Best wishes, Adelaide. -Come see the bride!

-Best wishes. -Hi, thank you.

Come. The priest is waiting.

-Bye! -A wet bride is a fortunate bride.

-The sluts always get married! -Best wishes!

Best wishes, Adelaide.

Best wishes!

-That's Oreste! -No.

Yes, it's him.

It's him. Look how ruined he is.

Let's leave.

Come on.

No, I don't want to see him.

No.

Oreste.

Oreste.

Oreste.

-What are you doing here? -Ugo?

You look younger.

It's Nello.

Nello.

Nello, what are you doing here?

-How are you? -Because…

it's humid on the floor, understand?

But you.

-May I give you something? -No.

No, don't worry.

But who--

Who is she? Adelaide?

-Yes. -Darn!

-Let me say hello to her. -No, wait.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Where are you going? -Nearby.

All dressed in white!

We haven't seen each other for a long time. I work now.

-I was thinking of our song. -Oreste.

Wait. How did it go?

I see a shadow on your face.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Why are you limping? -I fell.

I even have tuberculosis, but I am fine.

Let's meet up. During market hours I help out here,

but in the evening I work in a theater as a magician's assistant.

I'm going now. I've got a matinée. Bye, Nello. Bye, Adelaide.

-Bye. -Call me. Understand? Bye.

Farewell.

Why today?

Where are they going?

Let's leave. Go.

Listen.

-Where are you going? -It won't start.

I see! You've already been there? And you didn't tell me?

-Would you behave like this with a friend? -No.

It's my will that I impose on the engine. Look into my eyes!

It's useless. It won't start if I don't want it to.

-Adelaide, get out. -No!

-Leave her alone. -Get out.

No! Wait. Don't do anything crazy.

-Get out. -No.

-Please. -Open!

Open. I need to talk to you!

No. No. No!

Look into my eyes, please. It won't start.

Don't be afraid. Take me too.

Take me too. Don't be afraid. I'm coming too. Open.

Open. Take me too. Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me here alone. Open!

Open. We are friends. Don't leave me here by myself.

-Get out. -Wait.

-Leave me alone! -Don't hurt him! Oreste!

Stop! No, Oreste!

Please, no.

I'll kill you!

Please! Enough!

Enough!

He's your friend. Don't do that.

-He got married and didn't tell me! -Enough! It's my fault!

-I'll kill you too. -I ask for forgiveness!

Oh, God, the scissors!

-No! -Look what he did to me.

-You deserve it. You both do. -No!

Oh, God!

Look!

I don't… I don't…

Do you even want to kill me?

Stop! We'll accompany you to the pharmacy.

These are the words that were interpreted by my client

for what they were, mockery!

It's not true!

It happened unintentionally. He wanted to kill us.

-Nello! -He was strangling Adelaide.

I raised my hand again, only in self-defense and closed my eyes.

Nello, no!

Oh, God, I am dying!

Adelaide.

I forgive you.

I didn't do it. He did.

You?

Darn you!

You forgave him, but you said that to me?

You…

I love you more.

-Who is it? -Adelaide.

-Again? What happened to her? -She's dead!

Nardi, do you have anything to add?

I'd like to be sentenced to death. Is that possible?

Considering the articles of the law, Nardi Oreste is…

They gave him semi-disability!

With a mental semi-disability, he is condemned to five years of prison,

and two years in a judiciary insane asylum.

It's not true. Your hair looks nice like this.

We get along together, more than before.

If I hadn't killed you that day, we wouldn't be so happy now.

Excuse me, do you mind?

You want the lady to walk in the road? Such rude people these days.

Get an education, learn good manners.

Wait.

Let's cross here.

Stop! Come on.

Wait.

There's the crosswalk. Stop!

Instead of asking other nations to take on a human face,

we could change ours.

We transformed a historic city into an infernal carousel

where Gianni Agnelli's cars ride! Excuse me, dear.

Wait. Run.

-Catch me. -Yes!