All language subtitles for Abbasso la ricchezza! (Gennaro Righelli, 1946) ENG

Get them to stop a moment.
I need to get off here.

-Get out of the way.
-Slowly! Slowly!

-You people are savages!
-Takes one to know one!

-Let's go!
-You've no breeding!

Good morning, Cavaliere.
Signora Gioconda's overseer...

... is already in the kitchen
giving the cook a lecture.

Remember that when Signora
Gioconda moves into this villa,

you must call her Donna Gioconda.

If you forget it,
she's likely to get very tetchy.

Listen my good man, yes you!
You're selling the bearskin...

... before you've killed the bear.

There it is! Look at it!

OK, I can see it's a bear, but
Gioconda doesn't want to kill it.

She wants to force her way into a
house that doesn't belong to her.

-Well put, sir.
-You be quiet!

She was legally assigned the house
by the housing officer. You are...

... the one who wants to break the
law. As Gioconda's administrator,

I warn you that she'll move into
this house with all the respect...

her social and financial position
call for, and she'll stay here...

... as long as she likes regardless
of you, the Count and the bear.

And I, administrator of Ghirani,
warn you that we'll use every...

means within the law to kick you
out of the gate of this house.

I really couldn't care less. You
don't know how powerful she is.

We can afford to buy your umbrella,
your shoes, even your eye glasses!

We can buy the Count, the law,
your hat, you, the bear...

... and your caretaker,
whom I absolutely can't stand.

-Have you got it in for me?
-Yes, but much less...

... than for him.

Hey, little boy, would you be so
kind as to open the gate for me?

Listen, you little brat, don't you
know you have to let me in?

Why didn't you open the gate?
She's the new lady of the house!

Another time...

Look at the little tyke!
That idiot should box his ears.

I'll deal with you later.

Is the playful little boy your son?

He's like a son to me.
I adopted him.

So you picked him out carefully
at the prison for juveniles.

-He's just a little high-spirited.
-High-spirited, you say?

Tell him that he'll have to toe
the line with me, understood?

Oh, Cavaliere Bonifazio!
There's nothing for you to do,

as we're all here:
my sister Lucia and Mr. Lucky.

-Pleased to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you!

AIlow me you to remind you, madam,
that the question isn't closed yet.

The housing officer is expecting
us in his office tomorrow.

Really? Open your ears wide.

This house belongs to me because
he said I was in the right.

You can continue trying to fight it
if you like. I've no time to waste.

If there's any small matter, talk
to my representative. Where's he?

Here you are! Have you just
come back from the front line?

It was a planned attack following
orders received from certain party.

-What a mess!
-The Count'll be here this evening.

Really? Goodness me!
You can't imagine exactly...

... how much I don't care. Go and
wash up! You look disgusting!

Did you see how I fixed him?
Tell the Count it was the partisan.

Be careful! I don't want anyone to
suspect I'm the one who's telling

... you to carry out these surprise
attacks. You'll have other chances.

How about a nice mud pie
on Donna Gioconda's nose?

For heaven's sake! It's best to
leave her alone! Take care, now!

-Stand up!
-Excuse me, madam.

-Who are these bearers of ill luck?
-The Count's noble ancestors.

What handsome youths!

This one looks full of airs.
Who's the flower-boy?

That one's like a pickled onion!

What a rogues'gallery!
Where will I hang my pictures?

We can put them in the other room.

-The rooms are full of paintings.
Did you hear that?

How will we manage? I'm sorry,
but I'm going to put my pictures.

In the center we'll put my poor,
late husband. I like the house.

This candle is enormous.
We'll get rid of it straight away.

Go and get washed up. Can't you
see there's a noble atmosphere?

Messed up like that,
you're ruining the view.

That American must become
my future brother-in-law.

We have to make him forget we were
fruit venditors in Trastevere.

You can go. We've said
all there was to say.

Madame Gioconda, I'll be
your faithful servant,

and will serve you with the same
zeal with which I served the boss.

-What did he say?
-I meant the Count.

Good for you, fatso! We'll have
to see about giving you a raise.

You're dismissed.
You can go now.

-Come here, Anna.
-Here's your whisky.

-The lady of the house is around.
-You're such a sweet girl.

-You say that to all the girls.
-I love all the Italian girls.

I have fiances all over Italy.
I won the war and I'm very tired.

That's not correct. You should
love only one girl... me.

I'll take you to California.
You'll come to California, right?

Yes.

Can't you see that hound's
attacking my dog? Do something!

There's a conspiracy against us.
That was a planned attack.

Remember that Madame Perfetti is
to be respected as if she were...

the Gioconda-Mona Lisa in person.

Don't you know
these noises are rude?

-I'm a partisan.
-You're a parmesan?

You're not even a mozzarella!
Now, get a move on!

This aristocratic atmosphere
is as good for me as country air.

I was born to live
in a house like this.

Vulgarity is a very nasty trait,
don't you think?

From now on, let's try
to speak proper Italian.

I don't want to use dialect
expression anymore.

On entering this house, I felt
courtliness come over me.

I was born a lady, you know. Some
female from the Perfetti family...

must have had an affair with some
Prince from the Holy Roman Empire.

You too need to improve
your manners, Don Nicola.

You must rise the occasion.

Did you see Bonifazio?
He's like a Count himself.

You need a smarten up, or you'll
continue to look like a peasant.

Your kindness moves me.

I assure you I'll acquire
such an elegant look...

... that you'll remember Bonifazio
only with contempt.

Ah! That's the spirit!
Let's drink to our new house,

our new life,
to the good business we'll do,

because without money all the airs
and graces aren't worth a dime.

Where are the pastries
you ordered?

-This package has just arrived.
-Let's see...

Oh, pastries! Good! In America,
we eat sweetmeals with everything:

macaroni with sweet things,
meat, vegetables... Everything!

Who ate all the others?

I didn't abandon my home. I left it
because I was afraid of the bombs.

-You were wrong to be afraid.
-And you two slipped into my...

... apartment like a pair of thieves.

What? I'll sue you!

I'm not budging from my apartment.

I'll see you in court!
Better still, at the Assizes.

I'll smash it with cannon shots
in order to take back my home.

-Let us through!
-She has to wait her turn too.

-This lady's a foreigner.
-She doesn't speak our language.

Just because she's a foreigner
they let her jump the queue,

while we've been waiting
for three hours. It's disgrace!

Bonifazio, would you do
the introductions?

Count Ghirani,
Signora Gioconda Perfetti.

-Pleased to meet you.
-If you'd care to take a seat--

-Thank you.
Let's try to find a solution,

-because I'm very busy.
-I'm all for it.

It will be very hard for these two
people to reach an agreement.

It must be understood that the
owner of the house is the Count,

and justice requires you to revoke
the concession made to the lady

during a period in which
the Count was away from Rome.

The Commissioner is not a fool.
He gave me the house...

... and I'm keeping it. I'm sorry
for the Count, but I've moved now...

... and I'm staying. I don't feel
like looking for another house.

Despite the nasty tricks, thefts
of pastries, mud pies in the face

... and various acts that your
accomplices carry out against us.

Donna Gioconda is a fine lady,
but more obstinate than a mule.

Anyone who dares pull her tail
gets a kick in the face.

The papers are signed,
and as the lady correctly said,

the Commissioner isn't, with all
due rispect, a complete idiot.

Watch your language! I'm ashamed
of the way you express yourself.

Resorting to vulgarity and acts
of violence is not our style.

Don Nicola, weigh your words
carefully, if you're able to.

Otherwise I'm entitled
to report you to the police.

I called you to my office because
I'd like both sides...

... to come to an agreement.
The Count's house is large,

and Signora Perfetti could easily
let the owner use some rooms.

My dear Commissioner,
where could I put the Count?

I use one bedroom and I need the
boudoir when I want to relax.

A second bedroom is for my sister,
who, by the way, is a spinster

but she's found a husband
and will soon be marrying him.

My employee, Don Nicola,
sleeps in the third bedroom.

There are the sitting room, but
I have to receive guests. It's...

... not long to my sister's wedding
to an American millionaire!

Then there's the caretaker.
Where can I put the Count?

You'll have to make
a small sacrifice.

Does this mean you're taking back
everything you wrote and signed?

Let the Count make a sacrifice.

He's been staring at me
for half an hour without a word.

I'd never dare to interrupt a lady
even if she's in the wrong.

Your disarming sincerity...

... made me understand that you're
acting in perfectly good faith...

... when you insist on an absolutely
absurd question of rights.

-My dear Count...
-Bonifazio was wrong to intervene

only after the villa had been
occupied by resorting to violence.

-Resorting to violence?
-I'm sure you're not responsible.

You're one of those women
who can't lie.

I hope your crude sincerity

... is coupled
with exquisite kindness.

I'm alone. All the hotels
have been commandeered.

I can't return to my country house
because I had to sell it.

I must say, madam, that if you had
come to my house one morning

asking me for hospitality,
I wouldn't have refuse it.

On the contrary, I'd have been
happy and flattered to offer it.

-So, Nicola, what'll we do now?
-You don't need to worry about me.

The basement of my villa is still
empty. I'll organize everything.

I'll be discreet.
You won't even know I'm there.

I hope those who are lucky today
know how to live on good terms...

-... with their neighbors.
-My dear Nicola,

every word he says is a candy
that melts in your mouth.

So what have you decided to do?
We must be quick because...

-... there are people waiting.
My dear Count,

you're a gentleman,
Who'd have thought that...

... a man like you would associate
with a weasel like Bonifazio?

You must do as you please. You've
asked to share the villa. Fine.

-The basement is at your disposal.
-Thank you.

I must tell you I can see through
you. The situation is clear.

It's as clear as the light of day
that you're absolutely broke.

I'm willing to buy the villa,
straight away, for cash.

You hand the villa over to me
and I'll give you the money.

-Thank you, madam.
-You see, my dear Count,

I know there's not a mortgage
on the villa,

-but a whole pile of mortgages.
-You're very kind, madam.

I still hope to save what I can
without making such a sacrifice.

-It would be the hardest to bear.
-Well, do as you please.

What's happening out there?

Two or three people are knocking
the hell out of each other!

We'll let them in right now. You
have come to an agreement, right?

Now, go away through that door.
It'll be safer for you.

-Thank you. Take care!
-Goodbye!

-It's nice and ripe 60 lire.
-Good Lord, that's expensive!

-Do you have news of Gioconda?
-What do I know about Gioconda?

-Wasn't this shop hers?
-Yes, it was.

What a lucky woman Gioconda is!
She's really enjoying life now.

-She's moved on up.
-I saw her the other evening.

She was dressed to the nines
and wore huge diamond earrings.

Lucia's living the high life too.
She rides around with Americans.

-You'd think she was a movie star!
-Mind your own business!

With that tongue of yours,
you could drink the Tiber dry.

Look who's turned up! Gioconda,
have you come to see your friends?

She's always a fine looking woman!

My goodness! Gioconda, did
some birds land on your hat?

Just look at the way Gioconda
has smartened herself up.

Stop! Stop here!

What do you want?
Get out of the way!

Good morning.

You must be offended
if you greet me like that.

-Are you sorry I came by?
-Why should I be?

You're the owner. If you hadn't
turned up, I'd have paid you...

-a visit at the Count's villa.
-There's no need to hurry over...

... to bring me with the takings.
The purpose of this visit...

-... is something else entirely.
-I'm well aware that this shop...

-means nothing to you any more.
-You've hit the nail on the head.

My sister and I
belong to a different worId now.

These alley, these kids--
I can't stand them any more.

I had to travel incognito.

I left my car at the Garibaldi
Bridge so my driver wouldn't twig.

I'm sorry
but I have to sell this shop.

-Who do you want to sell it to?
-To anyone.

If you want it, let's do the deal,
then we'll agree on the payment.

Are you joking?
Where would I get the money?

I spent my savings
on bedroom furniture.

It's in the warehouse. I can hand
it over as a first installment.

It's not bad. It's suitable
for a poor couple's bedroom.

-I did think it was so elegant!
-You have to stop this complaining.

My sister would never have
adjusted to being a fruit vendor.

Neither would I if I'd been turned
into an idle good-for-nothing.

If my poor husband were alive
he'd have smashed your face in.

But I'll ignore your insult.
Between me and you and all those...

... gossipmongers full of envy,
there's a gap as wide as an ocean.

Lucia's engaged to an American.
What's passed remains in the past.

You can buy my shop in
installments but forget my sister.

-I'd like two kilos of potatoes.
-Look who's here! It's Gioconda!

-May I give you a hug?
-Of course you can.

-You let money go to your head?
-Of course not!

Nino, I'm off. Think over what
I told you and give me an answer.

-See you around, Caterina.
-Goodbye!

Hang it over there, on that wall.

Hey! Be careful!
These pictures cost a million!

-I wouldn't pay two bits for it.
-It's not supposed to go here.

Handle that painting carefully!
If it falls, it'll break.

-Oh, heck! Give it to me.
-Are you Piedmontese?

-Yes, I am. You too?
-You guessed it.

I could tell you're
a real Piedmont beauty.

Thank you for the compliment.

How come the boy talks
like a Roman? Isn't he your son?

No, he's my sister's boy.

She came here and married a Roman.

Then the bombing raids started
and both the parents died.

Don Nicola, there's a gentleman
who's an appointment with you.

-Oh, Don Nicola!
-What an honor!

We'll still all upside down.
Do come in! This way.

There's so much bad taste
in this house! We're having...

-... to change all the paintings.
-Don't worry.

Darling, you're so sweet!

Is it occupied?

No, no...

-Is it still occupied?
-Yes. Have a seat over there.

Make yourself comfortable.
You can go.

I need you to explain
your plan a little better,

-because I didn't quite grasp it.
-I realized that.

Don Nicola,
what I'm about to tell you...

... must remain between you,
me and the gatepost.

It's about a really big deal.
It's absolutely huge!

Don Nicola,
I hold you in such high esteem...

... that I honestly wonder whether
I can trust you. It sounds like...

... behind which you can earn
an enormous amount of money.

So, I wonder: 'Can I trust you?'

Commendatore, I assure you
I'm as silent as the grave.

When someone tells me a secret,
it remains buried forever.

-I was certain of it.
-For me?

A token of my trust in you.
That's why, Don Nicola,

I chose you instead of anyone else
to manage the estate...

-... of Donna Gioconda Perfetta.
-Tea!

-Now?
-Sorry?

-Why did you say 'tea'?
-That's her name: Perfetti.

Ah, right! Perfetti.
I'm turning to her and you...

... to put you in a condition
to become not millionaires,

but billionaires.
Stinking rich, as they say.

All this can happen
in just a few months,

but we'll have to hurry,
while the iron's hot.

-Hurry where?
-I mean act quickly.

-While the iron's hot.
-Right!

-Will I have to press something?
-No! It's an expression...

meaning he who hesitates is lost.
Let me talk to Donna Gioconda

so I can clinch the deal
by tomorrow morning.

Listen!
In the chest of drawers...

... there was a pair of very fine
panties that has disappeared.

Then there was a bottle of French
eau de cologne that has gone too.

-Do you suspect it was me, madam?
-I don't suspect anyone.

Someone is playing tricks on me
that I don't find funny.

If I catch them,
I'll give them two black eyes.

-Bring me my earrings.
-Very well, madam.

-Has the Count arrived?
-Yes, he's moved into the basement.

I'm sorry. Poor Count!

He'll manage somehow.
As the English say:

'All's fair in love and war'.
What did you come in here for?

Don Nicola sent me to tell you
Commendatore Bardag is here.

I can never find this hole!
Who is Commendatore Bardag?

The man who helped you earn
millions dealing in fabrics.

-Does he have more fabrics to sell?
-I don't know.

What's this about?

-Ships, Don Nicola. Ships.
-Ships! Where are they?

-Downstairs?
-No, at the bottom of the sea.

You mean--

You understand.

Zefira, did you know
this house is haunted?

-You don't say!
-The ghosts have stolen...

... from the mistress
underwear, perfume and chocolate.

She doesn't suspect it was us,
does she? I worked for ten years...

... in Professor Zoppetti's house.
I'm an honest woman.

-Did she say anything about me?
-No, nothing.

It's a odd business, all the same.
Very odd.

I don't believe in ghosts.

If she starts suspecting me,
I won't stay here a minute longer.

So we need to set up
the company by tomorrow,

signing a deed before a notary
and depositing cash in the bank.

Within a few months, your millions
will have grown into billions.

I like the idea. I've a nose for
business and this smells good.

We'll go to the notary
tomorrow morning.

-I'll leave for Genova right now.
-Yes, we'll start immediately.

-With the deep sea divers.
-Lucia, come here!

-Come on, Lucky!
-This is my sister Lucia.

-Pleased to meet you.
-This is Mr. Lucky Brandley.

-Very pleased to meet you!
-Likewise.

-Dinner is served, madam.
-Will you stay for dinner?

-I wouldn't like to be in the way.
-Don't stand on ceremony.

Stay and have a bite deal with us.

They've laid a place for you.
Look what a lovely table setting!

At dinner parties, If I don't have
candles on the table, I can't eat.

-It's really beautiful.
-Do take a seat, all of you.

-Bring the first course.
-Here it is, madam.

-We'll drink to our new company.
-I like Italian ham.

Lucia, don't let him eat too much.

Come in!

-What do you want?
-I've just come on a visit, Conte.

-Do you need something?
-Thanks, I don't need anything.

Have a seat and keep me company.

-Have you become a good boy?
-Yes, but I can't stand injustice.

-I hate the sight of that woman.
-Yes, I know,

but you're wrong to behave
as you're doing.

-Do I have to put up with her?
-Yes, you do.

I know you keep playing tricks
on our tenant's administrator.

-That's not correct.
-Don Nicola is a real louse.

A little boy like you shouldn't
use such expressions.

Compared with what you'd like
to do to him, I've done nothing.

-I wish he'd drop dead!
-That's enough!

It's not nice to say that thing.

You're a young man, now.
You have to--

-What's this here?
-It's a present for you.

For me?

Yes. Cologne, chocolate--

-These are women's panties.
-There's a chicken, too.

-Where did you get all this stuff?
-It's enemy property.

Count, I'm a partisan.
When the Germans were here...

... I, Gigi and Nespola,
the cobbler's son,

used to put nails on the road
so they'd get flat tires.

I'm a partisan.

-We'll get no sleep tonight.
-Those darned ball breakers!

Those darned--

Dance with me, Commendatore!

No! Dance with Don Nicola.

-Come on, Don Nicola!
-Me?! No...

Look at me.

I'll show you what to do.
Come on! Don't be shy!

That's it! Well done!

Bravo!

You're like a statue.
It's hard to get you moving.

-Bravo, Donna Gioconda!
-That dance is fun.

-It's very refined!
-Refined? I don't think so!

Gioconda, let him hear
what a good singer you are.

-Oh, that's not a good idea.
-It'll be an honor for me.

Are you going to sing?
I'm ready to listen.

'Rome, how beautiful you are.'

'How beautiful you are
when evening falls.'

'And the Tiber...

... flows like a belt around you.'

St. Peter's and the Capitol
for a resting place.'

'Rome, how beautiful you are.'

'Rome, how beautiful you are
when evening falls.'

'Tour around it, if you like.
Sing about it, if you like.'

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river,
there's a star in the sky.'

'And you can't look at it.'

'And you can't look at it
as it's shining so brightly.'

'This is my Rome,
my beautiful Rome.'

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river
there's a star in the sky.'

'Tour around it, if you like.
Sing about it, if you like.'

I'll sing now.

This is my guitar.

'This side and that of the river.'

'This side and that of the river
there's a star in the sky.'

Lovely!

'And you can't look at it.'

'And you can't look at it
as it's shining so brightly.'

'This is your Rome
your beautiful Rome.'

'This side and that of the river
there's so much water'No!

'There's a wonderful star.'

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'OK?

Listen, with all this racket,
the Count can't sleep.

Tell those people
to lower their voices.

-'Racket'? What do you mean?
-They must stop making noise.

-The Count is sad.
-Really?

I'll ask Donna Gioconda
to sing more quitely. All right?

Hello? Could you repeat that?
Commendatore Bardag?

Yes, he's here. Hold on, please.
I'll call him right away.

Commendatore, there's a call
for you from Marchioness--

I know who you mean: Marchioness
Elzevira des Mendozes, right?

I took the liberty of giving her
your phone number. She's a friend.

-Consider yourself at home, here.
-You're too kind!

-Not at all!
-This way!

Who's that banging?

The Count complained that
your singing is keeping him awake.

-We're just having a little fun!
-Poor fellow! Listen--

If he's so highly-strung, he
should go and sleep in a clinic.

Cut it out, now!
Try to be a little considerate.

May I?

-Do come in, Anna.
-Good evening.

I'm sorry to disturb you so late,
but Donna Gioconda has sent me...

... to tell you she'd be honored...

... if you'd come upstairs
for a glass of champagne.

That guy dances, eats, drink, and
how he drinks. But he hasn't said

-... a word about getting married.
-Give over, Don Nicola.

Can't you see he's madly in love?
Look how he squeezes her.

You can see he's the kind of man

... who wants to do the right thing.
Don't worry.

Excuse me, but the Marchioness
kept me on the phone for ages.

-No problem!

What a wonderful noblewoman
that Marchioness des Mendozes is!

Do you know what she said?
She'd be delighted to meet you.

-Did she really say that?
-Of course.

It's not surprising.

Your name is on everyone's lips
in high society.

Everyone says you're smart,
modern, a little capricious,

but you've got where you are
today thank to your ability...

... and shrewdness that not even
three Scotsmen could beat.

Where's this Marchioness? Is she
young or old? What's she like?

It's hard to say how old is she.

But what a woman!
And what a house!

All the crme of international
society meet there:

Counts, Princes,
Viscounts, Marquises.

Don Nicola, I'd love to be part
of such a distinguished bunch.

I have nobility running through
my veins. 'Noblesse oblige.'

-May I come in?
-My dear Count!

You sent for me.

Why did you put yourself out?

I believe the contents
of this package belong to you.

-Where did you find it?
-In my room. Maybe while...

-... I was moving my furniture--
-What's in here?

-A chicken and 3 pairs of panties.

A chicken in my panties?

Did it fly in here?

Could it have been your ancestors'
ghosts feeling left out?

They wanted to get their own back
for being moved to another place.

Anyway, it's all worked out
for the best.

May I introduce you?
Commendatore Bardag.

-Pleased to meet you.
-You know Don Nicola.

-This is my sister Lucia.
-Pleased to meet you.

-Was our singing bothering you?
-Not at all. I love music.

-Who was banging downstairs?
-I was. I was keeping time.

Lucky, don't drink too much.

-OK, I'll stop.
-Have a seat, Commendatore.

-He's Lucky Brandley.
-An American mine-owner.

Right! From California!
A very deep mine. Gold!

Do sit down, Count.

He's a little drunk.
Pay no notice.

What heavy drinkers!
One's worse than the other.

-What's making you so sad?
-Nothing.

I'm going to bed.

They'll be up all night
getting drunk.

That American is the worst of all.

-You go, I'll stay up.
-Good night.

Good night.

Another glass of champagne?
-No, I've already overdone it.

Why don't you come with us to
the Marchioness des Mendozes's?

-She'd be pleased to meet you too.
-What was that name?

-The Marchioness des Mendozes.
-I've never heard of her.

Probably because she's foreign.
She hasn't been in Rome long.

If you'll permit me to use
your car, I'll go and get changed.

-No problem!
-I'll be back in ten minutes.

It's in the garden.

Thank you so much.
See you later!

-Untill tomorrow, signora.
-See you tomorrow.

Good night.
When it's convenient,

send for me as I need
to talk to you.

My dear Count, as soon as
I open my eyes tomorrow,

we'll talk things over.
An alliance has been forged.

We've sealed our friendship.
We've broken the ice, as they say.

Once seen, never forgotten!
So, sleep well, my dear Count.

Listen, has that mine owner
mentioned marriage to you?

He kisses and cuddles you
but he hasn't proposed.

-Yes, he mentioned marrying me.
-You could have told me about it.

-He'll take you back to California?
-If I'm his wife, I'll naturally...

-... have to leave with him.
-But do you love him?

What a question to ask!
How do I know if I love him?

But this is crazy!
She doesn't know if she loves him.

-Goodbye!
-Lucky, are you coming with us?

No, I'm going to sleep
on the sofa. I'm very tired.

-Then I'll have to leave.
-You're going to sleep now?

Just for an hour. One hour
on the sofa, then I'm off.

You've drunk too much.
From tomorrow, only water!

-OK. Water!
-Don Nicola,

the young man owner has proposed.
We'll be celebrating...

-... their wedding in a few days.
-I'm delighted!

Careful with those hands
or it'll come undone!

Donna Gioconda Perfetti,
Commendatore Bardag...

-and Don Nicola Bernacchia.
-Show them in straight away.

-Are they Roman aristocrats?
-No.

Welcome to my home.

The famous maestro Popovich.

Baroness Pouchet.
Gran Duke Stanislao.

My nephew Ror, Count of Provence.

Donna Gioconda Perfetti
and Don Nicola...?

Bernacchia, sole administrator
of the lady's estate.

-I already knew who you were.
-You did? Really?

-When did we meet?
-The Commendatore spoke of you.

I open my house every evening
to try to overcome my nostalgia...

... for past times
I afraid will never return.

Wonderful times, my dear friends.
Can I call you 'dear friend'?

Marchioness, what a question!
I feel all confused inside,

all upside down.
You can call me whatever you like.

Gioconda, without 'Donna'in front
of my name. Whatever you like.

You're already dear to me!

-Are there other guests, in there?
-Yes. Other friends...

... who prefer card games
to our intellectual conversation.

They're enjoying themselves like
children. Let's pay them a visit.

-Do come along too, Don Nicola.
-I'd be delighted.

-Come on!
-Can we bring this with us?

-Yes.
-Then let's go in!

-Good evening.
-No, no, do carry on playing.

Donna Gioconda is keen to take
part in this little game too.

I don't know how to play.
I wouldn't know where to start.

It's very easy. The highest
number beats the lowest one.

Just like in life. The biggest
fish eats the smallest one.

I know this game.
Have a seat, I'll teach you.

-Your stake, madam.
-My what?

-Vous permettez, madame?
-Excuse me?

-200.000 francs.
-They're like cash, Don Nicola.

Banco! Banco!

She's an extraordinary woman.
Black market techniques...

... are second nature to her.
She's a child of her time!

The French say 'of her century'.

-And is she very rich?
-Yes. She's rich in experience.

Ror, why don't you show her
that diamond you want to sell?

I was thinking the same thing,
if the Commendatore doesn't mind.

If it's a bargain, you can be sure
she'll snap it up immediately.

It looks as if the game
went very well for you.

I wasn't expecting it
to be so much fun.

It was as if I'd been playing
that game since childhood.

What classy people her friends are!
They had a ball losing their money!

No, that's too much.
I can't accept it. I'm sorry.

-How amusing you are!
-My nephew intends to deprive...

-himself of this rare jewel.
-Ah, he wants to sell it!

It's not fake, is it?
-No!

Take it to your jeweler to be
appraised before buying it.

This ring was worn by my great
grandmother, the Duchess of Vichy.

It seems it was given to her by an
archbishop madly in love with her.

The Duchess was a very beautiful
woman and... I thought of you.

As for the price,
we'll come to an agreement.

Thank you for the trust
you've shown in me.

You can come to my villa tomorrow
to receive my reply. All right?

-What time is it, Anna?
-It's 1 1 a.m., Miss.

-What about my sister?
-She came home late last night.

They must have been very merry.
I heard the singing from my room.

-Do me a favour and wake her up.
-She's left with Don Nicola.

They've gone to the notary
together with the Commendatore.

Ah, right! To sign the contract
for the salvage company.

-Mirko! Mirko!
-I'll go and get him.

Mirko! Mirko! Mirko!

Where are you?
There you are, you rascal.

Come here, you naughty boy.

How many times do I have to tell
you this isn't your room?

You've even managed to lose
your collar. Shame on you!

The contract we signed
at the notary's is watertight.

The clause that names you as
arbitrator in the sharing of the

profits, puts you in the position
of owner of the whole company.

Don Nicola, are you going
to eat all the sugar?

What are we going to do with all
that money? What'll we do with it?

What a silly question!
My sister's wedding,

the house I want to buy, this ring

which, afterwhat the jeweler
told me, I'll be buying--

My debut in high society
is behind me now.

Nicola, I want a butler. I want
one taller than the Marchioness's.

He must be refined, slim,
and ready to start work.

-Did you send for me?
-My dear Count, how are you?

What a pleasure to see you again!
Sorry I kept you waiting in vain,

-but I've been busy. How are you?
-Very well.

Off you go, Nicola, and remember I
want him tall, slim and refined.

I'll do my best.
Count, I bid you a good day.

By the way, Count,
what do you think of this?

-It's a magnificent diamond!
-It's of the first water.

Have a closer look, because I'm
sure you're an expert on jewels.

-It's really beautiful.
-It's worth over 2 million.

-Do have a seat.
-Thank you.

You know, this belonged to the
Viscount, no the nephew...

of the Arcbishop of Vichy,
a gentleman of great standing

but he must be in the same
predicament as you.

What can I tell you?
I had so much fun yesterday.

What a lovely people
you aristocrats are!

Particularly the Marchioness.
You missed out not coming with us.

You should have seen
the house, the reception...

... and the courtesy--
Popovich was there too.

You don't know him? He plays the
piano and recites French poetry.

The one with hair down to here
that curIs at his shoulders.

-No, I don't know him.
-They invited me to gamble.

-I imagine you lost.
-I brought home a wad of money.

But what a gentlemen!
They lost but they enjoyed losing.

The more I won,
the happier they were.

You people are always like that!
What phenomena you are!

What a pleasure it was
to gamble with those nobs.

I remember when my late,
lamented husband, that's him,

used to play cards
with Pietruccio, the plumber,

every evening for half a liter of
wine. They'd almost come to blows.

But at the Marchioness's house,
what class! How chic everything is!

-Is that your husband up there?
-Yes. He's dead, but the portrait

-... was done by a famous artist.
-You can tell.

Were you sold these other works
as paintings by famous artists?

Famous artists? Really big names!

Montanarina, Van Gogh,
De Chirico and the one from Pisa?

-De Pisis.
-Right! That's him!

I'm sorry but this Montanarini,
this Van Gogh,

the De Pisis and the Modigliani,
the De Chirico and the Picasso...

... are fakes. They're bad copies
of works by those painters.

My dear Count,
I don't want to contradict you...

but the person who can hoodwink
me hasn't been born yet.

-I'd like to give you an advice.
-Feel free!

Sudden wealth is sometimes
like a disease that shows reality

only as it appears to be and not
as it actually is. You've been...

struck by this disease. You think
you see things, but you don't.

-Are you saying I've become blind?
-These paintings are ugly.

Dear Count, don't make me laugh.
Take a look at them!

The beauty of these paintings
is that they look really ugly.

But they're very fine works, the
latest fad of modern stylishness.

You can't understand what
they're supposed to mean,

but it's money well spent. They're
little things made from nothing,

just colours daubed on a canvas,
but they're worth millions.

I've no doubt they are. I'd like
to give you another advice but--

-Please do!
-Don't go again to that house.

Do you know the Marchioness?
Tell the truth. You don't like her.

I don't know her
nor do I wish to know her.

Listen to me carefully, Count.

I've made money and will go on
making more and more of it.

You, with all your wisdom,
got cheated out of your wealth.

Yes, but always with my consent.
You're free to ignore my advice.

So you want to buy the shop?

Yes, I do. Your sister said
I can pay it off in installments.

These are this morning's takings.
Ask her to let me know the price.

I've nothing more to say to you.
Goodbye.

I, on the contrary have something
to tell you before you leave.

My sister's doing you a favour
selling you the shop on time.

-You could thank her, couldn't you?
-I'm supposed to thank you both.

Especially you, for all the pain
you caused me, and kiss the hand

of your sister for the wonderful
career she'd carved out for you.

You're just envious! The fact
we've left poverty behind us...

-eats you up inside, doesn't it?
-You're just a poor wretch.

Your sister's ruining you. If your
poor brother-in-law were alive,

he'd knock all those
stupid ideas out of her head.

Do you know what they say about
you in Trastevere? They say--

If your friends want Nino, they
can always find me in the shop.

Why did you let him in here? He
was dressed in his work clothes.

-He's a real oaf.
-And you're a real fool.

-What's gotten into you today?
-Just leave me alone.

You'd better shape up fast.

Madam, the Marchioness's nephew
is here.

-Show him in.
-Straight away, madam.

-Do come in! How are you?
-Very well, thank you.

Come this way. Have a seat.

No, thanks. I'm in a big hurry.
Have you had the ring appraised?

Yes. The jeweler told me
it's a very fine stone.

-Naturally!
-Tell me your asking price--

I regret having to deprive myself

... of it. As you know, it is
connected to my family's history.

But I'm happy to sell it to you.
The price is only 2 million.

Oh, my goodness! Sorry! It's too
high for me. The most I can pay...

-... is a million and a half.
-I can't sell it to you.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you
at such an inconvenient hour.

I'll give you one million
seven hundred. Is it a deal?

It's impossible to refuse a lovely
lady as yourself anything.

So it's a deal? My administrator
will hand over the entire amount.

Will I have the pleasure of seeing
you at my aunt the Marchioness's?

-Naturally! I'll be happy to come.
-Thank you.

Lucia, are you coming
to the Marchioness's house?

-Have you quarreled with Lucky?
-I haven't seen him all day.

He's been called back to base.
You can't stay shut up in here.

I told her I'd be bringing you
along. Quit playing with the dog!

I want to stay home. I'm tired.

Suit yourself. Don Nicola!

-Don Nicola!!
-Here I am, Donna Gioconda.

-Isn't Lucia coming with us?
-She'd rather stay home and cry.

Don Nicola, where's the butler?

Didn't I tell you
I wanted a butler?

In a few days you'll have
the best looking butler in town.

-Anna!
-Count, did you want to talk...

-to Donna Gioconda? There she is.
-My dear Count! How are you?

-Are you going to the theater?
-No, I don't like the theater.

I prefer the Marchioness. I'm off
to win another poket-full of money.

-You're going back to those people.
-There are duties to be respected.

The Marchioness renewed
her invitation today, so--

-Good luck!
-Goodbye, Count.

Don Nicola, shall we go!

How elegant you are, Don Nicola.
May I have your tailor's address?

-Isn't this cut beautifully?
-Indeed, it's very elegant.

No-one can understand better
than me your indecision...

... about not suggesting to that
lady that she buy the villa.

Given the present circumstances,
I advise you to talk to her now.

There's no time to lose.

I promise you I'll pluck up
courage tomorrow.

-Banco.
-Yes, madam.

Card!

Banco.

Yes. Fine. What street?

Via dei Tigli, 48?
Have they all gone in?

I've already send the police over.
They'll be there in a few minutes.

-Here they are.
-Thanks.

Here he is, Commissioner.

Ah! Is this the so-called
Count of Provence?

And this is his so-called aunt...

... the infamous
Marchioness des Mendozes.

Fine. Leave everything with me.
That'll be all for now.

You don't realize the gaffe you
made barging in my house.

I'm a foreigner. I'll telephone
my ambassador to inform him.

-Fine! Move!
-It'll lead to an international

conflict. I'm a friend of the
highest Italian and foreign...

... personalities. I'll have you
put through the wringer.

My employee and I have nothing
to do with all this.

I lost a ton of money and I only
met the Marchioness yesterday.

-Tell it to the Commissioner.
-There's no need to grab my arm.

-Look at my face. I'm innocent.
-That's enough! Come on!

-Inside! Move!
-Keep calm.

-Where the money?
-Gone! It's disappeared.

How ugly you look this morning,
Don Nicola.

Don Nicola, I'm pooped.
Take off my shoes.

What a lovely evening!

-We had a great time.
-They were all thieves.

Not one of them was clean.
What a bunch of stinkers!

They took me for four million.
Four million!

Not even the police
were able to find the money.

All that was left were the chips.

The actual loot had disappeared.

I wonder where they hid the money
from the ring, Don Nicola.

What a disaster!

They took me for four million.

Four million!

What a disaster!
Who could have imagined--

They took me for four million.

Don Nicola, you're all already up?
Do you want some coffee?

-I want to die.
-What?

Is that you, Gioconda?

-Yes, it's me.
-Come in a minute, please.

Where have you been, Gioconda?

How come you're still up?

I wish you'd been with me,
last night.

The Count's radio keep you awake?

No! Read this.

'Dearest, adorable Lucia,
ex-fiance of mine--'

-Is this from Lucky?
-Yes, Lucky. Read on.

'By this time, I'm sailing away.

My regards to your kind sister.
Lucky's left for good.'

-Is he joking?
-No, he's deadly serious.

Why are you crying? I'm going to
phone him to see if this is true.

Good! So he hasn't left?

Will you please tell
Mr. Lucky Brandley...

... that Anna, his fiance,

will be expecting him
in front of the villa gates?

Thank you so much. Goodbye.

-What's this charade all about?
-It's nothing to do with you.

-What's between you and Lucky?
-More than you can imagine.

I don't want any trouble.
Explain this riddle to me.

What do you want from him? Are you
mad saying you're his fiance?

Answer me!
Come answer me right now.

I'll be leaving your house
for good in one hour.

You've no right to meddle in
things that don't concern you.

I'm Gioconda Perfetti. I eat
greenhorns like you for breakfast.

Lucky loves me and is engaged
to me. Is that enough for you?

No! You knew he was engaged
to my sister.

It's not possible he took up
with you. It's not possible.

Lucky only joked around with
Lucia. He loves me and his baby...

... that I'm carrying. The doctor
confirmed it this morning.

Oh, my Lord!

These filthy things
happened in my house?

-You brazen hussy!
-Lucia's a brazen hussy too.

That man set up home, here.

With both of you.
With both of you!

-Anna, what's happening?
-Nothing.

Turn round a minute, kid.
Tell me what he did to you.

-Tell me the truth!
-What's gotten into you?

Don't tell me
you've been to the doctor--

Out with it!
What did the doctor say?

You're the one who needs to go to
the doctor. I don't understand.

You don't understand? You want
to pull the wool over my eyes too.

-Just stop!
-He kissed you, and then?

-Who are you talking about?
-You're shameless.

I'll kill you!

I'm calling the doctor. I'll call
two doctors for a consultation.

You've brought dishonor here.

-I'm so shamed of you.
-But I'm fine, Gioconda.

-I swear I am.
-I'm so ashamed of you.

Don Nicola! Don Nicola!

What do you want? I'm very ill.

-Are you at death's door?
-Leave me alone in my grave.

-Don't desecrate my body.
-This place is a madhouse today.

Who am I to tell that
the police are downstairs?

The police? Again?
What do they want from us?

Don't be scared, Don Nicola.
They're good people.

I think they've come to take
you and Donna Gioconda to jail.

-Is the Count in?
-Yes. He knows the police are here.

I can vouch
for the lady's good faith.

I'll refer it to the Commissioner.
He'll decide what to do...

... about Giconda Perfetti
and that Signor Nicola...

-Just a moment... Nicola...
-Bernacchia. Here I am.

I vouch also for the good faith
of this poor wretch.

They were both hoodwinked.

The Count is a real gentleman.

-I've been indicted in absentia,
-Yes, of course.

-incomprehensibly, innocently--
-Yes.

-I'll inform the lady. Good day.
-Good day.

God bless you, Count. Thank you.

You can do what you like to me.
You're as kind as my mother.

You're into trouble. I told you
to keep away from that house.

What a terrible night! Cards!
Money! 'Hands up!'Guns!

Count, Mother...
My brain is exploding!

-Don Nicola, where are you?
-You talk to her, please.

Right now, I need a cold
compress on my forehead.

'You have the 9 of aces.'
Seven, eight...

... 7, 8, 9, 7, 8, 9. My poor head!

Go and have a lie down. You're too
upset and can't think straight.

-Try to sleep. You'll get over it.
-Yes, Mother but--

You see? You're all confused.

What? 'Place your bets.
I'll wager on the left one.'

Don Nicola!

Don Nicola!
Where's that scoundrel gotten to?

Calm down. Nicola isn't well.
He needs to rest his nerves.

-How are you feeling?
-I'm fine! Just fine!

I'm sorry to receive you dressed
like this, but I can't help it.

-We need to talk.
-Now?

-I understand you're tired.
-These circumlocutions really...

... serve no purpose. If you want
to sell me the villa, I'll buy it,

but I must warn you I've invested
my money in the salvage company.

I have to sell my villa.
My administrator's found...

... someone willing to pay
the asking price,

but as a condition, he wants to
move in after signing the contract.

I told you I'll buy the villa.
I'll buy it!

I just need a month to get all
the money together, all right?

As soon as I get my first profits
from the salvage company,

I'll clear up my debt. Do you
want a down payment? Take this.

I paid 1 , 7 00,000 lire
for this ring.

I can't accept it. This ring
is fake. Fake like the paintings.

Listen, Count, I'm not in the mood
for joking this morning.

You, the jeweler and everyone
else appraised its value.

Just now, there was a visit
from two policemen...

... from the station where you
and Don Nicola spent the night.

I spoke to them myself.
It's a serious matter.

The ring you got from the alleged
nephew of EIzevira Des Mendozes,

a thief known to every
police force in Europe,

had been stolen on a train
from a lady from Turin.

The morning he came
to collect the money,

he cleverly switched it with this
one worth no more than 5,000 lire.

It's fake.

The Commissioner is expecting you.
Your troubles aren't over.

They're not over?
What more do they want from me?

I lost a huge pile of money.

I bought, as genuine, a ring
that's not worth a light.

They kept me in jail overnight.
That's not enough?

You'll have to prove clearly you
are not a fence for stolen jewelry

to avoid being indicted
on criminal charges.

Until a few moments ago,
I felt so strong, so courageous.

But now, the idea
of returning to the police--

I'm scared, Count. Please help me.
What am I to do?

The Commissioner will understand
you were a victim in this affair.

And if he doesn't? I wanted to
make everyone happy...

... with that money: Lucia, Don
Nicola, the American mine owner--

Now, they're all attacking me
like wolves.

My God! What bad luck
this fortune has brought me!

Go and get dressed.

Remember I'm here to help you.

Zefira!

I know you hate or despise me, but

... if you knew what really happened
you wouldn't think so badly of me.

It's not you I think badly of,
Anna, it's Lucky.

-He's the one who tricked me.
-He tricked both of us,

but I believed him. I wasn't able
to defend myself like you did.

With you, it was just an innocent
game, while with me--

But it was a game
that compromised me.

-You knew I was going to marry him.
-But you're rich.

Lucky's poor. Did you know that?

You and your sister
thought he was a millionaire,

but he's just a miner.

-He told me the truth.
-He's a real scoundrel!

Oh no, Lucky's not bad.

I love you...

... and I love Anna.

-Very convenient!
-You don't understand.

Anna's expecting a baby.
I only kissed your hand.

Anna's poor. I'm marrying her
for the baby. So Lucky's not bad.

I have an American
marriage license.

I'm going to marry Anna
and take her to California,

work and build...

... a little house of my own.
So, Lucky's not bad, is he?

You bought the ring
as a valuable jewel.

Commissioner, I felt sorry for
that man, so I bought the diamond.

That's what all fences say.

Did you know the sale and purchase
of precious stones is forbidden?

-No, I didn't.
-Oh, didn't you know?

Well, now you know your crime
is punished with years in jail.

But I was tricked!

Hello? You're still asking me
what you're supposed to do?

Take them straight to the jail.
You mustn't have any pity!

You were not unaware of this law.

You didn't even ask for a proper
receipt on which there's a 4% tax.

There's also a 40% fine
to be paid to the tax police,

as stated in art.42 7, paragraph 30.

-You didn't know this either.
-Commissioner, the ring I have now

-isn't worth a cent. Here it is.
-But the one you bought was real.

-Here it is.
-Give it back to me and I'll give

-you the fake one and pay the fine.
-You must be joking.

We'll give the real one back
to its legitimate owner.

Explain to me how you made such
a fortune in just a few months.

From a small shop to a villa!

Commissioner, it started out
as a hobby, with a little cart.

The the fruit went up in price,
and in volume too.

I switched from the cart to a
trailer-truck, 2 trailer-trucks--

Commissioner, as my fruit sales
grew, so did the number of trucks.

-It's simple maths.
-The women's prison awaits you.

But I'm taking into consideration
a phone call I received a while...

... ago from Count Ghirani. For this
reason, I'm freeing you on bail.

I've nothing more to say to you.

So, can I go?
Thank you, Commissioner.

-Thanks very much.
-Cavaliere, Trinca's here.

-Send him in.
-White wine, sir?

Yes, Giovanni. A half bottle
of Castel Bracciani chilled.

-The Count is over there.
-Thank you.

-Count Ghirani!
-What a surprise!

-Who told you where to find me?
-The boy told me.

-Do have a seat.
-No, I'm not stopping.

I only came by to thank you for
everything you've done for me.

-Have lunch with me.
-I don't want to disturb you.

-I'll tell you everything at home.
-A place setting for the lady.

-Certainly, Count. Francesco!
-If I'm on this lovely terrace...

... instead of in prison, it's only
thank to your phone call.

-Don't give it another thought.
-'Don't give it another thought.'

The Commissioner let me go
for now, but later?

Later nothing will happen. The
misunderstanding's been cleared up.

What misunderstanding?
Article 42 7, paragraph XY'Z...

... of the Penal Code or whatever it
is says this matter's not settled.

-Hors-d'oeuvres?
-Yes, please.

-That's enough, thank you.
-So little?

Lay it on! That's it.
A few olives.

Gherkins. A few of these.

And some egg.

That's it! Well done!

Then I'll have the same.

Thank you.

Lay it on, just like his serving.

You see, Count,

of all the disappointments I've
had, the worst concerns Lucia.

I know what you're referring to.
The American.

-You know about him too?
-He wasn't the right man for her.

But he compromised her.

Your sister knew
how to defend herself.

It's much ado about nothing.
This will be a good lesson for her.

Love between two young people
must bloom spontaneously.

These cheerful young soldiers in
their uniform have appeared...

... to the eyes of so many girls
like an army of Prince Charmings.

-But then--
-But he settled down at my house.

Yes, but with Anna. He settled
down in the kitchen, like cats do.

I'm thinking of the comments of
my husband's friend and relatives.

They all have forked tongues.
Everyone'll be gossiping about us.

You can say the engagement was
called off not because of Lucia.

Do you know Nino? He works in my
shop. He wanted to marry Lucia.

The poor guy can't say 3 words
without adding 4 swear words.

Just imagine the vulgar things
he'll say!

Vulgarity is never found in words.

It's one's action and spirit
that count.

I don't know this Nino,
but I feel he's a gentleman.

Do you want to know something?
I've learned to like you.

To really like you.

You can't imagine
how at ease I feel here.

All the worries I had when I came
in are disappearing one by one.

They're going towards St. Peter's.

From now on, I won't do a thing
without asking for your advice.

I'll buy the villa, as I said.
You'll move back to the 1 st floor,

and my sister and I
will settle into the basement.

Thank you, dear Gioconda,
for your trust and kindness,

but you won't have
my advice for long.

I'm leaving in a few days
for a place way far away.

I have to work and build
a new life for myself.

-You're leaving me at this time?
-I came here...

... to bid farewell to Rome, because
I don't know when I'll be able...

-... to return, if I return.
-I wasn't expecting it from you.

I wonder how much they
charge for these peaches?

In my shop, I had peaches as big

as that, like a baby's head,
not tiny like these.

I assure you that the buyers
will soon come to visit the villa,

and will move in
in a few days'time.

Don Nicola Bernacchia,
I'll remember with disgust,

nauseated this period...

... during which I've been
forced to deal with you.

Cavaliere Bonifazio, this is the
last insult I'm taking from you.

In any case, Donna Gioconda,
unbeknownst to you,

has already done a deal with
the Count to buy this villa.

Poor Don Nicola,
your brain is failing.

I don't want to throw you out due
to the Christian kindness...

... the Count has always had for
down-and-out wretches like you.

Me a wretch? Nicola Bernacchia
is a down-and-out?

You and your underfed master
are as poor as church mice.

I should slap your face,
but I won't. I throw my contempt...

... at you as one throws a crust
of bread to a poor stray dog.

-Enough! Leave!
-The ones leaving this villa...

... will be you and your employer.

There's an article in this paper
that concerns you both.

Here! Read this.

-It doesn't interest me.
-I'll read it to you.

'The marine salvage company
scandal.'

'The maritime worId was greatly
shocked at the news...

... of the bankruptcy of the N.A.R.
marine salvage company and the...

flight abroad of the Commendatore
Bardag with the millions...

... belonging to shareholders.

Among the shareholders
most badly hit...

... are Gioconda Perfetti who had
invested a very large sum...

said to be in excess
of 30 million lire.'

Poor, miserable wretch!

We're ruined.

Don Nicola, what's up?
Have you been hit by a paralysis?

Don Nicola, say something!

The salvage company...

We're bankrupt.
I couldn't have imagined--

Don't take it out on me.
We're ruined.

But weren't you the one who
introduced me to that scoundrel?

It was a big affair, worth
millions, ships on the bottom--

Don't take it out on me.

My God, this wealth really
has brought me bad luck.

It's over. I'll resigned.

It's over. I'll resigned.

What a disaster!
Who are you?

Baldassarre Verano, ex-butler
to the Bishop of San Sepolcro.

I'm here to start work as per
the agreement with the agency.

The funeral services agency?

No, the employment agency for
distinct, lite household staff.

Where's my room?

In the hereafter.

Lucia?

Lucia?

Little boy, what are you doing
here? Have you seen my sister?

-Yes, I saw her leaving.
-Listen...

You must tell me what you know.
Where did my sister go?

I'm a partisan, not a spy.

I know you're a good little boy.

I forgive you all the tricks
you played on me, but you have...

... to know where she's gone.
I'll go mad if I don't find her.

I followed her, riding on back of
the carriage as far as the bridge.

-She'll throw herself in the river!
-Don't be silly!

I'll get out of the way. This
evening, I'll collect my stuff.

-Do you want to leave the shop?
-Do you take me for a puppet?

Do you think I don't know why you
are here? I read the papers too.

You'll find the shop as you left
it. The money's in the cash drawer.

-Where will you go?
-Wherever I like. What do you care?

I couldn't care less.
But I have to tell my sister.

You can tell her Nino's gone and
wants nothing more to do with you.

I think I've made myself clear.
Goodbye.

Lucia! Lucia!

My nephew would like
to say goodbye to you.

-But I'm not leaving today.
-I know, but we are.

You're leaving now that
the new owners can pay you more?

It's not a question of money.
The problem is you're leaving,

and when we've lost you,
we've lost everything.

-What about the boy?
-I'll take him with me to Piedmont.

My sister lives there and
we have a small plot of land.

She's been waiting for me
for years.

The boy will study up there.
He must become a great man.

Wait a moment and I'll call him.
Come here, Tranquillo!

Go to the Count
and pay him your respects.

-What him what?
-You never understand.

Go to the Count and kiss his hand.

Come here!

Here! Buy whatever you like.
Do be a good boy and study hard.

Tranquillo!

-Do you want the money back?
-Give me a kiss.

Don't forget me.

There you are.

-Did you get the delivery note?
-Yes, it's in there.

Out of the way! Thanks.

Good morning, Nino. How are you?
Would you do me a favour?

-Oh, it's you. What do you want?
-I need to send a load of tomatoes

... to my shop. My cart's broken
down and I can't manage.

-Where are the goods?
-At Moretti's.

Ok, I'll bring them round later.

Nando, did you see
Signora Gioconda is back?

How snooty you've become, Nino.
You don't even talk to me,

yet we've known each other
for years.

I've never been snooty in my life.
Take care, Signora Gioconda.

-Careful!
-Don't do as your sister!

She fobs me off
with shriveled grapes.

Here's your 60 lire.

-Where shall I put them?
-On the other counter.

We got held up. Nino couldn't
come so he sent me.

Nino sent an ambassador?
Is he ashamed to come to the shop?

See you around.

'At the center of your breast,'

'at the center of your breast
there are three things.'

'There are the little mounds...'

Eat, you silly girl!

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Someone's at the door.
Who can it be...

-...at this time of the night?
-Go and see.

Good evening, Lucia.

You've come here, Count?

I've come to say goodbye,
as promised. How are you?

-Very well, thank you.
-Forgive me for turning up so late.

I got held up by some friends.

I've just time
to rush home and pack.

I'm leaving in two hours.

-Do have a seat, Count.
-Thank you.

Lucia, clear this stuff
from the table. Do have a seat.

May I offer you some wine?
It's good.

It's been a very tiring day for me.

I didn't want to leave you without
saying goodbye. I've cleared up...

... everything with the police.
You'll have no more troubles.

Really? Thank you so much.

I'm very grateful to you.
You did well to come.

I was wrong this time, too.

I'm always wrong about you.

I never thought you'd come
to say goodbye here at the shop.

Why not? It'd have been absurd on
my part not to come and see you.

Even now I've gone back
to what I was?

Dear Gioconda, for me you're
always the same person.

I like it here, this little home,

this street, the voices out there.

I like it because it's real,
because it's all genuine, here.

And when I'm far away,
these old things of my old Rome...

... will make me homesick.

'Trastevere is a star.'

'Trastevere is a shining star.'

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Here, Count.
It's just a few peaches.

You can enjoy them on the train.

-They're really good.
-Thank you.

Please, write to me, Count.

'Tour around it, if you like.'

'Sing about it, if you like.'

Go on in.

-Has he left?
-For good.

-Lucia! Lucia!
-Nino! Nino!

'Trastevere,
ever since I left you,'

'the heart I carried in my breast'

'the heart I carried in my breast.
I lost it.'

'But coming back to you,
I found it again.'

'Trastevere ever since--'

'Trastevere,
ever since I left you--'

'Tour about it, if you like.'