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Leap Into the Void

Almighty God, God of Mercy,

tahe her to eternal life.

I absolve you of your sins, in the name of the Father,

of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Receive, O Lord, our sister

and forgive her her wrongs.

Grant her eternal rest.

May she enjoy Perpetual Llight for all eternity,

and may she rest in peace. Amen.

You are connected to Nora Piatti answering machine,

now absent.

Don't be afraid to speak.

Say anything, but do speak

after the beep.

Hello? She's not here! If it records, I'll do a handjob.

Your voice makes me puke .

I'd do you, if I was there.

And you'd love it!

When you're crying, even if in another room, so that I don't hear you,

I hear you and you know it, but pretend not to!

I'd kick you in the groins!

For God's sake, what do you expect from me?

Let go of my balls!

Jump under a car!

It's this bum.

He was pimping my sister! He took her money!

His name is Giovanni Sciabola.

I say it and sustain it!

You're asking for it! It's like saying: "Hit me!"

Careful at the dust.

Why don't you kill yourself?

They've shut everything off at my place.

I need the disorder, the freedom,

of an orgiastic life, dionysiac, opened to chance, to adventure!

You'll get the "Golden Scissors"! You're theshame of feminisme!

Giorgino, what are you doing here?

Get out of there! Get out of there! You'll dirty everything

Give me the ball!

Give it to me I said!

It makes you laugh, does it?

I'm eating you! I'm eating you!

Give me a kiss and I won't tickle you anymore.

I'm kissing you and you're playing dead!

Then I won't tickle you.

Give me a chewing-gum !

No, come there.

No, come back. Where are you going? Come!

Come here, there'll be trouble!

Come, Giorgio! There'll be trouble!

Hello? Ah, it's you...

No, wait a second

She's sleeping.

Never satissfied. She blaims everyone.

We're waiting!

If you hang up, I'll be angry!

Marta's not well. I can't party.

After all, if she's crying, I don't feel like laughing.

I never laugh, after all.

Let's be patient.

After menopuase, maybe... I don't know.

Goodbye.

- I'll do it. - No, thank you.

Thank you.

It's alright.

Sorry...

I didn't do it on purpose.

What's the matter? What has happened to you? Say!

Giorgio must stay in the yard.

And you're telling it to me!

It's not enough to tell them. It has to be done!

I've told him the boy shouldn't have come up under any circumstances!

I don't know why people don't know their place.

She mustn't touch your underwear!

I'll be taking care of it.

But I had told him... it was understood.

I can't see her.

What is the matter with you?

Nothing.

I don't know. I feel like this: I'm hot, then I'm cold...

- All this, it's my fault. - No... it's nothing.

I'm sorry.

It began this afternoon.

I've seen a woman jump from the fifth floor.

Blood everywhere... brains...

A horrible scene.

Her brother wanted to jump out of the window also,

and we... we were there, holding him.

Then you begin thinking...

at life.

Classical stuff:

why are we on Earth?

I'm speaking for me, of course, because you've got faith.

You've got faith.

Let's share a Valium.

Here...

Thank you.

The main ideas of this document

are those of...

providing guidelines

to the Italian Church, as wel to priests

and to all the faithfull...

concerning the pastoral view to be adopted

towards our brothers in faith which have put themselves

or which are... or which have found themselves

in an irregular conjugal situation.

And I particularly have in mind

remarried divorcees.

Those having undergone only a common law

and not a religious marriage.

Those living in cohabitation...

I'll kill myself!

I'll kill myself!

I'll kill myself!

Calm down, you're agitated.

You're agitated.

Death to the doctors!

"I don't react"! Death to the priests!

Death to the acursed!

"I don't react"...

Calm down.

You're agitated.... You're agitated....

Be polite... calm down.

Calm down!

O my God! Enough! Enough!

Please, calm down.

Death to morons!

Why was I born?

Death to her, the bitch!

Death to my mother!

Death to my mother!

Death to them all! Death to all saints!

... whi are in Heaven, Blessed be Thy name.

Die, dog!

Death to the doctors!

Death to the priests!

Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!

Death to the kids!

Hello, my darling.

Hello, my darling.

My dear Ponticelli, I'd like to speak to you about a thing...

Later.

Heil!

Do you have a lawyer?

- Why? - It speeds up things.

Am I not only a witness?

Sometimes you enter as a witness, and you get out handcuffed.

Whatever maybe,let's go.

So you are Giovanni Sciabola,

italian nationality, born in Prato.

I'm sorry.

Born on the 19-5-1946.

With domicile in Rome, profession...

Artistic activities.

What do you do, exactly?

Really...exactly ?

WWell,...

What do I live from?

Yes. How have you guessed?

There're always guys wondering about this.

Not because of real concern, nor for the kindness of their souls.

They have to know, or they won't be happy.

But, really, what do you do,

if it's not imposing?

Really.

I observe.

I remember.

169 00:17:29,420rezidual noises.

I listen to information going through the walls.

Footsteps above our heads.

Lovers' spasms.

Interesting...

There are some who constantly move around furniture, have you noticed?

It's true.

And there are the shitters.

The noise water-closets make in the dead of the night.

Frantic efforts of constipated people.

How do you intend using this experience?

You don't have to use everything you do. You can...

make a show, it can...

get nowhere. Nothing.

Let's say, in a general manner, that you are, in a way,

close to theater.

No. I use theater. My shows are...

Nobody comes to see them.

You work for posterity.

The hell I do! I live my life

I've got no choice.

Don't take it badly, but...

what is your life?

The opposite of yours.

Yes, yes. of course... evidently, but...

To live, one should...

not have any bonds, be free

or have the good fortune that those one has ties with

are sensitive enough, generous enough

and really altruists...

to free one from themselves,

but from their own free will, you understand?

Excuse me, please.

Alright.

No matter what...

Miss Nora Piatti's brother

I pity him!

Accuses you of having cheated and stolen this woman.

Nora Piatti has lent me money.

But I gave her big percentages from my shows.

If people don't go to the theater,

I'm not to blame.

No matter what...

"No matter what". Again!

Yes. Again. Yes...

No matter what...

on the phone, you've got to be more careful

if not, you can be easily accused

of inciting to suicide.

You have any suspicions?

Not suspicions. A certitude.

WWhere have you taken this from?

- Who gave it to you? - Marta.

Give it to me.

Come on, give it.

- Here, chocolate. - Go away!

Give me this book.

Immediately !

Do you hear?

My sister hasn't eaten?

And she didn't make anything?

No. But I did.

For me also?

No, for your sister.

And for me, nothing?

Then, I'm really...

I'm less than nothing, am I not? I don't matter.

You only trust your sister!

Shall I make something for you?

Yes, make, make.

Bon Dieu... bon sang...

My God... My God...

Saint Paix... Sainte Ob�issance...

Sainte Patience... Sainte R�glisse... Sainte Cun�gonde...

Go fuck yourselves!

They ...

They are all allies...

I denounce you.

I denounce you, and then I kill myself!

My daughter, stay at home.

My daughter, stay at home.

No! I haven't done anything!

My daughter, stay at home.

I haven't done anyting!

Nothing! Nothing! Done nothing! Nothing!

And anyway, I'm crazy. I've got nothing to lose.

I'm crazy... I'm crazy...

I'll call the President.

I'll name names. Yes, yes... names!

Shut up, mouth of mine!

Silence! Silence!

I'll name names...

Silence my a...

Silence!

Silence, my a...

I swear...

I'm crazy, I swear.

The children also do.

Everybody swears and I, I shouldn't!

Nobody communicates and I, I should!

Who says so? Who decrees it?

Dieu vous vomit ! Dieu vous vomit ! ??????????

Silence! Silence!

Anna, shut all windows!

It can't goon any longer!

Enfin, quoi ? ???????????

It's not possible!

My bounded Mickeys, are not to be lent to anyone!

To anyone! And you lend them to a five years kid!

And then, take a grasp on yourself.

You do that.

I've always takena grasp on myself !

And I haven't?

You're not fair.

What have I done to you?

Mad woman!

What are you doing?

Help!

Be careful... there's broken glass.

Put your slippers on.

You'll cut yourself.

Who's this one?

What right have you to come in?

Go away!

This is m y room! Scram!

Who's that?

Anna, clean it up!

Clean it up!

Go away, Judge.

Clean it up! It's an order!

Calm down... come on.

Don't touch me!

Calm down!

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

What are you doing here? Clean it up.

Moron!

You're a...

Moron!

Nobody obeys me here! I don't matter.

You're a moron.

You're a moron!

Then I really don't exist?

I don't matter... I don't matter!

And still, this is my home.

Close the light.

Open it.

Close. Open.

Pick up the money.

Good evening.

Am I not intruding?

There are...

some personal things...

This two friends have helped me to... they're helping me.

You're playing the piano?

What silence!

There's no silence in my life.

There's always someone, close by, speaking to himself...

crying, laughing, complaining

day time, night time. Madmen!

Madmen that don't shoot, don't hit,

are not annoying, who only cry.

Work!

Do you find her attractive?

This window, there?

Yes, she attracts. It's true.

It's one of my problems, this is.

I heard it so often: "I'llkill myself."

And then, people don't do it.

They are alive or die of natural causes.

After all, I have the impression

that I've been duped, laughed at.

Because, evidently, you begin hoping

nurturing the idea that...

People speak too much.

If we talk less,

we'll act more.

This goes for you too.

Yes. We must act.

We must act.

Being the maker of one's own destiny.

Like you were the maker of Miss Piatti's.

I'm sorry, she made mine!

Yes, yes. You've understood me.

In all honesty...

now, is it better or worse?

In respect to what?

Ah... no.

I'm calm.

Don't you feel

guilty or a little responsible?

Even indirectly?

No. I don't feel guilty. Really.

Well.

You're lucky, because...

there is: after...

let's not forget.

Imagine some one does it, and that...

Follow your intuition.

Always do what you want to.

That's what I always do.

If I'd done everything I wanted,

cemeteies would be full.

We wouldn't have a houses' crise,

but a graves' one.

Will talk about it again.

Could you help me?

Here... take.

I had to break the seals.

Where can I get in touch with you?

They cut off my phone...

but at the theater: "The Ship Of Fools".

Close the door.

Come... we're going. Andrea's fallen asleep.

Is everybody here?

Daniele's missing!

Daniele, wake up.

I count on you, Marta. She must take her medicine.

Make her take it.

I count on you, Marta.

Get lost!

Close, Marta. Close.

Lucie... Lucie...

Deep is my nostalgia

Your the daughter of the bourgeoisie

From your white trusting, welcoming breast,

Soon a child will be born

As beautiful as ever!

Let me introduce you to my fiance: Elisabetta.

Delighted.

Come! Say hello to Marta.

Dear Marta...

Is everything alright?

Excuse me.

- Say hello to her. - But I don't want to!

Let's go.

Are you mad?

Admit it!

No. But you're some despicable tyrants!

But it's to involve Marta.

Make her a joy. Tell her!

In what does it concern me?

Even if she'd want, we're all here.

She won't be able to.

Tyrants!

Marilena, no scene!

But it's you that's shouting!

We'll call the little one Marta.

It's the third or the fourth Marta in the family.

You, at least, don't forget me!

Because we love you fom the bottom of our hearts.

She'll give you the litle one, don't worry.

- How shall the child be called? - Marta.

In Marta's name, what ask you from the Church?

The baptism.

Dear parents, by asking the baptism for your daughter,

you're commiting yourself to bring her up in faith,

in the observance of Commandements, in the love of God

as Christ has taught us.

Are you aware of this responsibility?

Say yes.

And you,

godfather and godmother,

are you ready to help the parents in this?

Yes.

...and in His name, I draw upon you the sign of the Cross.

You also, parents, godfather and godmother,

draw upon your child

the sign of the Cross, of our Saviour.

Renounce

Satan and his works.

Marilena, give back

the little one!

Come, give!

Marta, wait!

She wouldn't! Marta, please!

- Are you happy with yourself? - You're mad...

You're the queen of jerks!

Miss, can I accompany you?

Do you know him?

Do you know him?

Did he dare sometihng?

What's wrong?

Is it my fault?

Are you thirsty? Let's drink something

Or shall we go back? Shall I decide?

Shall we go back to the Church? Anything you like!

I know them.

Come, let's go.

Mr. Sciabola ?

Downstairs!

That's all that's left of our youth.

Our empty heads, full of illusions.

The death of old people fills us with horror.

We'll frame the old school textbooks and paper hats.

Who's the straight jacket for?

For whom are the scissors? For who are the enema bags

Everyone will want a memento from his failure.

It's useless getting angry.

My father's dead. Mu mother agreed with me.

I'd slap her and she'd agree with me. I stopped.

Who am I?

A grotesque puppet,

pathetic, liberated from the system

but tied up like a salami. I spit and I have no handcuffs.

- Against who should I spit? - Nice speech!

I must live! I only know to do this.

Who am I ?

The one that spits. The state thinks it can do anything!

He pays the one he has robbed!

And the tragedy goes on, because they are the same!

The assassins have died: there's prescription.

Avenge us on whom?

What can we do?

Give me an answer to this!

Blind the blinders.

Destroy the destroyers.

Frighten the frightners.

Ass fucking the ass fuckers. This we can do!

Perpetuate delinquency, this is legit!

Here he goes again, with fascist ass-fucking!

We are the big children...

first borns without cadets.

Me, I'm working!

Let's make peace.

You make me sick, you two!

Shit, I broke my glases!

Nothing's happened.

It's not possible that our life may only consist of

hysterical angers, unexpected events, obscene gestures,

flying chairs, quick fucks under the trestles,

repeated slapping, short and burning explosions,

breathless

and then, yet again, hand in the cunt, tongue in the mouth.

Buffoons! Buffoons!

What are we doing?

What the hell are we doing?

Stop! Stop!

I let go.

Damn! I don't play anymore.

Were you afraid?

Yes, a little.

Let me introduce you to my sister Marta.

Marta!

My sister.

Delighted. I hadn't seen you, in the darkness.

You can't see anyone.

She isn't too well.

What is the matter with her?

She's not too well but...

she won't listen to me.

You don't know her. I've never told you about her.

Yes, you have. All the time, didn'you?

I don't know what to do anymore... I don't know.

She's calm now.

It always is like this. When consulted she's always fine.

You worry too much.

- Would youlike being an actress? - I?

Leave her to us.

Are you serious?

Yes. Be sure of it.

You're terrorized by madness.

It has always terrorized me.

If only madmen would be quiet,

if they didn't shout... But that's dumb, I know.

Go in peace. Go!

I should already have arrived at the Palace.

I'm going. It's better she doesn't see meleave.

Goodbye.

As a matter of fact, ythe lawsuit...

ours, what happened to it?

It's stalled.

Stalled? What does it mean?

We must wait,

let some time go by.

Christian Democracy conference

for the party list for the european elections.

The debates will go on until next Saturday's meeting.

And more, christiandemocratic board

will examine th elist of candidats...

Do you want?

No thank you.

She hasn't come back yet.

Marta hasn't come back.

Shut the Tv set.

If she goes out, it's a good sign.

Let's hope so !

Because the night...

No matter what...

Today, no matter what,

I've met Professor Caradonna.

He'll consult her and then we'll see.

We'll have to spend nights at the clinic.

- Who's talking about clinic? - No... no...

No matter what, it will be... you'll have to..

we'll have to...

To speak the truth, he hasn't ruled out hospitalization.

Come on! I understood it on the spot!

60000 lire a day.

Without contingencies.

For a period going from

ten days to ten months.

Ten years!

Ten centuries!

It's easy summing it up.

Thge treatment for a magistrate, you know,

hardly allows you to subsist.

But what's wrong with her, in the end? Can we know it?

Marta needs affection.

We could take her for a month each.

Not now! Women always pick the wrong moment!

Are we a little nervous?

But social security,

these things exist, don't they?

The clinic is not included.

But some are, aren't they?

Yes, with six in a room!

But in our time, we go toward a social medicine.

They open asylums, or rather they close them.

There is no mental illness anymore. Everything is democratized.

Alone ina room, is an anacronysm!

And then luxury is ten times more expensive!

We are much better,

with company.

One mustadapt himself.

Adapt! You're dreaming!

Would you allow it that Marta who's always had...

everything she has needed,

her own bathroom and her own maid,

who has always been served like a lady,

would youlet her sleep alongside an... an... an...

epileptic?

There are sections foe agitated ones, or for semi-agitated!

You've remained at the serpent pit age!

I know what I've seen

Pimp male nurses!

But patients are drugged with medicine.

Imagine! You're raving!

I'll never allow it! Never!

Never in hell!

There really are things that...

prevent from sleeping. Exactly.

Marta will have her room alone

in the best clinic in Rome. Is it understood?

It will cost what it will cost.

She suffers enough already.

I'll call.

Life is hell.

Neevr ending calvary.

Solitude...

fear...

fears...

It's worse than dying of hunger.

Condolences.

I'll not ask for mitigating circumstances.

I'll pay. I'll pay.

Yes... Condolences.

Attention!

The audience goes nuts when it sees this.

Come.

Goodevening.

- How did it go? - Well.

Did you hope I'd say: bad?

If you're asked directly:

"Is she mad?"

Please,

leave us.

Don't worry.

Only the thought of death reassures me.

Nice line.

Don't you ever think about death? I do. Especially others'.

I see it inminute detail. It's a habit.

I'd make disappear a lot of people.

It's my defence mechanism.

I close my eyes, like children.

When waiting fopr someone,

if he's more than ten minutes late, I already see him dead.

I've thought a lot about you,

at that clear and sharp phrase you've left Nora Piatti

on her answering machine.

Do you remember?

As if it was natural.

"Why don't you kill yourself?

"Jump under a car!"

I've never said such a phrase...

I've never said it to anyone, still...

I've said to myself many times,

in secluded places, empty compartments,

or elevators... And thousand, and thousand,

And thousand, and thousand times !

You, you are different, because you can say it.

to jump of the window,

it's an easy crime,

simple, leaving no traces.

I've had my chances: women are often at the window,

watering flowers or leaning to chat.

On the contrary, man is always

a step back, retreating.

Note,

there are some that really kill

It seems ordinary, but if you think about it

the mob...

imagines,

dreams, hopes.

And then, there's someone

who goes all the way, like you.

I don't say anything but... don't agree.

You, you need to live,

act, you're not contemplative like me.

I'm ready for all misfortunes,

for the unforseen.

It's been years I've been imagining the death of all those I know.

Multiple deaths per person, even.

You, on the contrary.

You look people in the face.

Without a bad conscience.

If you have to step on people you do it.

And then, you don't have a reputation to defend.

You aren't even listed in the actor's "Who's Who".

There is... wait...

another phrase you've said:

"I need freedom,

"anorgiastic life

"opened to adventure."

A life I've always dreamed at.

Simple curiosity:

that's how a law suit is prepared?

That's the way I always do it.

My first impression is never wrong.

You have an impressive criminal record:

attempted homicide on a critic.

Serious stuff.

Two stays in neurology.

Strategic retreats.

Convictions: fraud, bouncing checks,

sexual harassment, nightly disturbance, murder appology.

I'm sorry.

In any case...

Yes, yes... "In any case"...

I envy you

for messing with reality,

chosing the moment, the hour,

capable of waiting, being on the lookout.

I can't do it.

I get mixed up.

I'd like killing her.

But, five minutes later, I give her chocolate.

She should do it all by herself. Too convenient.

You have to runa risk, small as it may be.

Give a little push.

Do you want me to kill your sister?

I haven't asked you for anything.

You've volontiered.

And then, I would be incapable of such a proposition.

You see, I...

only imagine.

I'll be back.

I'll give you 80000 lire.

Fill it up.

Should I take it?

300000.

Alright.

Hey, stay in line!

You're gonna get it!

Can you give me a lift?

He's up.

- What is he doing? - He's coming.

Put yout briefcase there.

You eat ?

She hasn't phoned?

She won't be long now.

Was she calm this morning?

Things were going well.

Ups and downs...

Would you like some?

I can make them the way you like them.

Or some eggs.

No, don't insist.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen how mad he is?

You'd say a regular wolf.

Do you want some cake?

Don't force yourself.

Disaster!

Now he's going to the refrigerator for his apple and water.

Mr Strongman!

You're soaking wet!

It's nothing.

I bought you some russian sallad.

Thank you.

It's you who has allowed the kid to come up?

Yes, but...

in the kitchen, when it rains.

Put this on the table.

What have you done? You've used lipstick?

I'll change up.

Are you having any problems?

Problems?

Everything's alright?

I have a little migraine.

Tell Anna to warm some water.

Warm water for my sister!

No! Stop!

Oh, I'm sorry!

The refusal of the present,

the nostalgia after a past that, rghtly or not,

seems more beautiful, even if only formally...

The dolls!

Yes. I'm coming.

Hurry up, or...

A pity.

What are you doing? Aren't you coming?

I haven't finished.

Can I change the chain?

You should have told me earlier.

Here's the Wether: in the North, changeable,

a few showers in the morning hours.

On the mainland and Sardinia...

What are you doing?

I'm ironing.

At this hour?

You're right.

It's late. I'm a little tired.

Good night.

Do you remember me?

It's too late, isn;t it?

Yes, yes...

Are you having fun?

I understand.

Pawnbroker

Brilliant ear-rings : 270000 lire.

Do you give me your hand?

Are you going out?

I've got something to tell you. Have you got two minutes?

Look... I've thought...

about all this thefts, robberies, stealings...

I told myself it'd be better to put everything in a bank.

Gold, jewelry and part of the silverware.

We could take a safe.

Even if banks, in these times!

But it's always suerer than at home.

Do you agree?

We should keep certain things so we don't loose our status.

Can I keep this?

The ruby neckklace, maybe...

- Do you want it ? - No, no.

But if you agree,

why wait?

If you want to keep it, keep it.

My first concern

is to protect your interests.

I know... I know.

You know, I...

always think that one day, I'll not be here anymore for you.

You can never know, a sickness,

an assassination attempt.

You usually never wear it, this is the first time.

Have you got anything else to tell me?

No. Nothing else.

Alright, then, I...

What is it?

You aren't angry, are you?

No, you're doing the right thing.

The right thing.

Whatever may be,

I'll make a list with all we own.

And we'll add

all that we'll keep in the house.

Each one with his list, no?

Agreed.

Goodbye.

Have you crosed yourself?

Yes. It's done.

Thank you.

What are you looking at?

I'm looking, am I not allowed to?

Yes, you are.

But don't move anything.

What kind of apple is this?

Well...

"Well" ! I'm asking you it's name. Do you know it, or not?

It's an "Emperor".

It's not "California", it's"Emperor".

It's more expensive or cheaper?

The same. "Emperor" ones are a little cheaper, I think.

Don't you eat anymore?

No. You can clear away.

No, go.

Do you want me to help you?

- There's the dishewasher - Not for only two.

Don't do this!

What shall we do?

We can't.

I won't mention it

Leave your sister alone! At her age she can manage for herself.

No, she can't.

If she'd come back,

I wouldn't like to be ridicule.

I couldn't stand it.

As you wish.

Are you looking at the clock?

My darling...

wait a minute.

Can you put this in the dustbin?

Did I hurt you?

I'm closing!

It isn't burning, you see?

Look what we'll do.

Did you see that?

Try!

Bravo! Again!

Attention!

Shit, be careful!

The sacred fire of Art!

You see I'm right?

Fire works. This fire will burn our art!

All theatrical art, damn it!

Even Carmelo's come to see this!

Each of you we'll have a moment of communication...

Look, it's easy.

I don't what will it be!

That's it... You see, this are...

the balls.

The balls...

And then... the dick in erection...

there... there.

It's a little...

Thicker, in the lower part.

Like this?

Of course it's like this.

- You're joking! - That's how it is!

Haven't you ever seen one?

Aren't this robbers?

It's your brother, always trying.

Hands up!

I've cut off the alarm, or the neighbors would call the police.

Better if they did.

That's why alarms are for.

Should I warm up your soup?

You have ironed this?

It's good.

And my sister?

She's alright.

She's flying high.

I don't know if that's so

- And you? - Me?

I've already eaten. I was hungry.

With Anna?

She does good ironing, no? Meticulous.

Yes. She's a good worker.

Of course, she also washes.

No. We have...

We've put everything in the macihne.

Everything mixed up.

Democratic washing.

Is she discreet?

Discreet? Who?

What do you mean who? Anna!

Go away! Go away!

You're dead jelous!

Good. You've got everything here.

When you're through, I'll make your coffee.

I can make that.

Ah, well... well.

"Ah well". That's how it is.

They act like nothing happened.

Like nothing happened.

I don't exist anymore.

Enough!

It's enough, now!

Mother, he took my ball!

Tell him to give it back.

- Give it to me! - Stop!

Now it's over!

Go away! Go!

Stop it. Be reasonable.

- What's the matter? - This kid is obnoxious.

- He's a regular savage! - Why do you make him cry ?

He bit me!

Look, look!

That's not a reason to burst his ball.

What? You're defending him?

How come, defending him?

You're defending him! You're defending him!

Yes, I'm defending him. So what?

Then...

Give it to me

- Who are you looking for? - Giovanni Sciabola.

I have a warrant for him.

Let me see it.

"Judge Ponticelli!"

You, who are you?

I'm sorry?

Who is Giovanni Sciabola?

It's him, Officer. Arrest him. It's him!

The Detective wants to see you.

Arrest him!

Go open.

Yes. VWhat do you want?

- The judge is here. - Come in.

Come, come.

With what right do you come here?

- Have you rung? - A coffee for the gentleman.

And a croissant.

You requested my help.

But not to rob her.

Or me!

Give me back the money, immediately!

Thief!

Taking advantage of a poor madwoman!

You'd rather see her dead, then.

Yes! I'd prefer her a thousand times dead, than mad!

Maybe I'm a con, I agree!

My morals may be a little rigid.

But, compared to you, I'm a saint!

Becasue I've never exploited the feeble!

I've never prostituted myself!

While you... while you...

you're a criminal!

A irresponsible criminal!

Because deceiving someone and abandoning him, it's a crime!

And the, then... the void.

The serpent pit!

And I'm not exagerating!

We must cut open the graves! What a jerk!

But the so-called liberated woman is capable of everything!

From heroin to the Red Brigades!

You can't stop anymore. Who's going to pay the hospital?

I don't have the luck of being a working man !

I can't put her in asylum!

I screwed up... yes...

I've screwed up the best years of my life

to attach her to small things,

to everyday things,

material, practical things.

And nothing came out!

He's coming!

He's here!

He's arrived! Look at him!

The Saiviour!

Superman! The Fucker!

The Revolutionary!

The Ass Healer!

He's here!

Say something! Answer!

Throw everything!

Are you leaving?

I have to.

Your brother. I'm going in the South.

Bringing theater to the peasants!

But I, I'm a peasant.

And I love this city: Rome.

The Pantheon, piazza Navona.

We'll never see each other again.

Come with me.

Let's leave?

Why are you laughing?

It's my brother who'll be pleased.

It's what he wanted.

At least, I won't die a virgin.

Nice solace.

I'll have had this in my life.

Is it true he asked you to...

Answer.

Is it true he asked you to...

- What? - You know what.

You, have you never thought about it?

No. I've thought of killing myself,

to let him live. It's not the same thing.

I've always thought about it, but that's another thing.

- Listen... - Tell me the truth...

he has asked it? Hasn't he?

It's normal. I also have tried kiling my mother.

As for my brother, let's not mention it! It's normal.

This is bullshit!

It's stupid to answer this!

Tell me the truth.

Are you going to ask me for money?

Money isn't my problem, it's maybe yours.

I don't give a damn. Take it, spend it.

Money is no tare

but it has to move around

because if it doesn't, it stays... like this.

What am I to you?

What am I to you?

What am I... I...

Pillage, pillage...

Servants!

You're "owners" are thieves!

They always steal!

You, mais, sleep with the owner,

his wife is at the brothel!

And you, wrest away the crutch

from your limping father

and use it to smash his skull!

Let's drink something !

The Madonna di Pompei, a very rare piece!

Shut up, kid!

Damn it! He only cares about laughing that one.

Let's see... "In the name"...

"In the name of the Italian Republic,

"we, Professor Agostino Bottipanni..."

You're stealing everything!

"...award Mr. Mauro Ponticelli

"the title of Bachelor �s jurisprudence."

How many lost hopes!

"This diploma attesting it.

"Awarded on the..."

Enough!

It's not true, you'll always remain the same asshole!

And his laughing the morron!

I'm going to kill you! Upon my word, I'll kill you!

Let's beat it!

Wait a second.

You're annoying us. Get lost, jerk!

Shut up! There's people around!

Are you mad?

Enough. We're losing our time!

Don't leave me alone!

We are professionals. Go fuck yourselves !

Comrades...

You got burnt!

You can see it, can't you? It's all red.

Every year I say to myself: "Attention."

And every year, bang.

You'll go back tomorrow.

Come with me.

Don't leave.

What is it?

Your sister would like to go to the seaside with me.

If you don't object.

She's grown up.

Why doesn't she ask me?

She's afraid you'll not be able to manage.

- Does she really want it? - Yes. Very much.

Then...

go.

I live in Ostia, and she'd like to slep in my house.

Whatever she does, she doesn't need my blessing.

Really... going tomorrow!

And one more day... but on Sunday.

It's dangerous, with all the crowd,

the water is polluted, and bathing forbidden.

Have you really made up your mind?

Yes. I'd like.

But... you're hesitating.

Maybe...

Anna is a little possesive, and I thought ...

you did this by kindness, well, delicacy.

I'd like it.

You're not convinced.

Tell me, that's nothing wrong in this.

No, no, I want to.

Would you be needing money?

Yes... a little something.

"A little something!"

You were leaving with empty pockets!

- Take this. - Thank you.

Take all you want.

Don't mistake the 50000 with 10000 ones,

they're almost identical.

Take all you need.

You've taken the 50000, haven't you?

Take care they don't...

I'll show you what I've made you for tomorrow.

Don't bother, I'll go to the restaurant.

Are you ready?

One moment.

Have you taken everything?

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, goodbye!

This is my home.

I do what I want, don't I?