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No problem, stay here, we'll open a store and make a corporation.

What corporation? I barely speak English.

And if you allow me, with the money I saved,

I'll go back to Italy and be a gentleman.

I can buy you bird's milk too.

What Italy? This is the brain of the world.

What the fuck is the brain? I've always worked with my hands.

By the way, if you give me those 250 dollars for...

Oh, fuck, no problem.

Cheers!

So, you're leaving?

Goodbye!

This is the last thing I'll do in the US!

Tomorrow, I'll be dead!

You're always so empathetic!

Don't say goodbye!

You've made money and you're leaving?

Goodbye, you scum!

You're so annoying!

Where to, Mac?

Sicily.

When will you get there with this concrete?

Kennedy Airport, please.

THE END

What a beautiful brunette!

Miss, do you want to come with me to Italy?

Yes.

The feet.

I've only seen feet for a hundred years.

These are really thighs.

It's better not to look at them.

Otherwise my head will turn.

It's better to go back to feet.

What ugly shoes.

What beautiful thighs.

Women suck your bones if you get screwed.

Let me look better.

They'll tear you apart and send you to another world.

What a nice ass.

Bend a little more.

Mr. Hostess, a little more.

Nothing.

They'll fuck you up as soon as you get distracted.

It's all women's fault.

There must be fog.

You want to be quiet for pleasure?

What the hell did they sell me with the cap?

I'll smash them in the face.

You wasted your face.

What kind of English does he speak?

I've always done my business and I've always found myself well.

But why don't you do your business too?

You're really a fan.

Fabrico, yes.

A real fabrico.

30 years of beating nails, sewing tomahawks.

And you?

Spending a cent after another, a dollar after another.

But what kind of fabrico?

I'll kick your ass, Fabrico.

30 years eating a plate of spaghetti, garlic and pepper without oil.

And then garlic.

What kind of garlic?

Garlic in a box.

Toothpaste that tastes like mold.

To get rid of the desire to eat.

In America, everything is put in a box.

And I'm there, making it, nailing it, cooking it.

The feet in the box, however, they never put them in.

Even if sometimes they would have been needed.

Because in 100 years, I've seen you in all colors and smells.

And now he's a stoned cinematographer.

You like your ass!

And your mother's and your sister's too!

What are you laughing at, you idiot?

Did you move the camera?

Besides the Irish widow,

I've never been in bed with a woman.

Never. I've never been there.

Of course the Irish widow is a monument if she deserved it.

Resuolare?

We don't talk much, but for the rest, the bones are my best.

I'm going to the police station.

It's the priest! There he is! My brother!

I haven't seen him in years! Don't touch him!

I have to get rid of him first!

Don't put the knife in his eyes!

You'll break him! Stop!

What are you doing? What are you, a blacksmith?

You're not my brother! He's my brother! Salvador!

He's with me!

Where are you going?

There's no education anymore.

This is the daughter of your nun.

No, sir, of Mariannina.

Are you sure?

Yes, Mariannina is Rosa's sister.

Rosa is my wife, your sister-in-law.

Then who is the daughter of your nun?

It's me.

You didn't understand, Salvadori.

That's Ninuzza.

I'll be right back.

Where is she?

I'll have to take a look at those relatives.

Serve yourself without ceremony, please.

Nunziadina is not a fish, you guys.

She married Pepino le Santi, but she was a widow before they had time to procreate.

Pepino le Santi died?

Yes, in 1940.

A bloodbath.

In Lopara.

Like in New York.

Thank you, friends, but now I have to go.

Salvadori is a poor man.

Chow in gum, chocolate, for the fair.

For everyone.

I'll take this.

Salvadori, what are you doing?

It's a gift.

See you tonight.

All invited.

To Voltoio.

Bravo.

I love you, Federica.

Tonight I'll give it all.

I'll come home to see you.

Answer the phone.

Mariuccia.

It's a good thing I recovered something.

Did you see, Raffaele, how many people?

Even when mom died.

Yes, but they ate less.

Sadness.

Of course, he's not happy, but how do you manage to hug them one by one?

The air in my house.

Yours.

Do you intend to hold on much longer?

What a splendor!

Salvatore, what a mess America!

What a genuine thing, made at home, a surprise!

Salvatore, are you enchanted?

But you have the American cars, who is the servant?

Ah, Salvatore, holy devil!

It's my daughter Mariuccia, your niece!

How many times do I have to introduce her to you?

What a mess, the trip, the people, the confusion!

But Mariuccia, you know...

She doesn't recognize me, she doesn't remember who she is.

A regular father, a dove.

She doesn't even look like your daughter.

What a beauty, the family has reunited.

In my opinion America has re-entered it.

I brought you some gifts.

Come, come, the head, today, the trip...

I told you, a gentleman, he brought other gifts.

A little bit of fine whiteness, like those that bring the masses to America.

How magnificent!

I didn't have to disturb you.

Today is my day off, let me see the light...

You didn't have to, it's an exaggeration.

But it's nothing for me.

And yet, I'm the brother.

Do you like Mariuccia?

Mariuccia?

You don't say anything, uncle.

Well...

And so you left me speechless, the child.

I brought you all these beautiful things.

Say thank you, uncle.

Uncle, I...

Uncle, I, uncle, I what?

You raise this face, let me see these eyes.

You're beautiful, a dove.

Jesus Christ, Rosa, but you are fabulous!

I haven't eaten like this in 30 years!

Salvatore, you're confusing me. You're too good.

It's Nonù, do you remember Nonù?

He died in 1954, the year there was the flu.

The flu died?

No, it destroyed all the vineyards. He died of pain.

What?

It's Zuggiustino, do you remember Zuggiustino?

In 1960, a scalded hernia and amen.

Poor thing, like in New York.

And Cosimo Presto, the canucist!

Three years ago, a scalded hernia.

He only had the cupola, he didn't know anything.

Like in New York.

No, I have to drink water.

Water hurts, wine makes you sing.

You're like a dove!

I have wine, Mariuccia.

At the wedding and the party tonight, you have to taste it.

How do you do it?

Mariuccia, a plate of nuttio.

Eat, Salvatore, for today it's all wasted.

And Calogero, do you remember Calogero?

He died in 1949.

In the outside world?

No, in the cemetery.

One year ago.

He was shot.

He died?

He died of apoplectic.

He left his fat in his heart.

Like in New York.

Thank you.

But in this country, only deaths were there.

Like in New York.

Like your wife cooks.

Now, all things, quiet, nice, well-groomed.

But what about resting?

I feel like I'm 20 years old, I feel like that.

This is Mariuccia's room.

But for now, the baby is already with us.

Tell him.

I won't tell him.

Of course, the house is small.

But now that you're here,

you could buy the top floor and give us a little system.

If you want to say.

We could live here, Salvatore.

Ah, you would be fine there, like a pope.

On top, a little water.

Rosa, go get the water for Salvatore.

I have to pee, where's the toilet?

The toilet?

The toilet is in my house.

You got this vice in America, huh?

Salvatore, these are anti-hygienic crap

that the citizens do for lack of space,

air, countryside,

and they have to breathe the dust between them.

Yes, but where do you pee?

Ah, what, from the asylum?

I just wanted to pee.

Uncle!

It's me, uncle!

What's wrong? What are you doing?

What happened? What is it?

What were you dreaming about?

Who?

I came to call you and you jumped on me.

I dreamed of making you sleepy with this work.

What did you think? Come here.

Wait a minute.

Come here, my dear.

Come here, to wake you up and to smile at you.

And the other one.

The little face.

No, not the little face.

And instead the little face.

You have here, let me see.

One, two, three.

No.

You have to do it.

No, Lino, it's bad.

I hurt you?

I have to say.

Thank you.

It's a pity, you know.

I'll be right back.

Look what can happen to you.

After 30 years in America, one goes back to the country.

The hands run more than the thoughts.

How are you? Did you have a good trip?

Riccardo, are you happy that I brought you with me?

I thought that if I left you there, you wouldn't know how it was going to end.

I don't care if I see you or not.

Mariuccia is your niece or mine.

Let's reason.

As you said, sorry.

Why are you laughing?

Laugh in your face.

These are serious things.

Who tells him? You tell him.

When there are tricks, they are never yours.

Frank, be careful.

A light hand, don't cut too much.

You want to shave?

What do you mean?

You can make me a modern shampoo.

A shampoo that gives a little tone.

That makes the hair a little more vigorous.

A little more...

Like your brother.

What do you mean?

What do you want to make me look like that broccoli face?

Why? Isn't it beautiful?

A little.

Maybe they're not beautiful.

A type.

A real one.

How is the Statue of Liberty?

It's in the house.

A great one.

Peppino always has the drugstore.

He has it.

I'll tell you.

What are you doing?

Shut up, let me do it.

You see, I'm 20 years old.

Twenty years old.

You see.

Magnificent.

You remind me of Rodolfo Valentino.

20 years old.

I'd give you 20 years of jail.

Like a bitch, you're trying to make me...

Yes.

But how? Isn't he happy?

No, he's a jerk.

He pays for everything, even this.

Salvatore!

They go to America, but it's useless.

Cops are born and the cops stay.

I say that we could do a jump right now.

Where?

In Mastro Gallara.

They already got the money.

Two million, tons and tons.

Salvatore!

Four million for the purchase of the top floor.

It's a big deal.

How much will it take to grow the base?

Two million? Two weeks.

In a week you can sleep in the top floor.

They need 10,000 dollars.

No, 6 million.

Salvatore!

They're here, sit down.

Don Ciccio!

Don't compliment me.

Let's shake hands.

Come on, let's buy something.

Sit down.

Please, please.

Sit down.

Do you want a coffee, a drink?

I thank you, but I really don't have the honor.

No, don't be rude, consider yourself already a house.

Yes, the president said that if you want to be a partner, we'll accept you.

Sure.

Thank you very much.

Now in democracy we are.

Can I offer a van?

Our circle is open to all the brave men.

Even the workers, yes sir.

Even the illiterates.

Those workers who have gone astray, like you in America.

Thank you.

Even if the father was a starving dead.

Thank you in the name of the good soul of the father.

So now this is called circle of order and freedom.

But once it wasn't called circle of war.

Once.

Circle of war.

But then the pastor went to do it.

And we renamed it circle of freedom.

And since in our opinion today there is too much freedom,

we thought of adding a little order.

Sit down, sit down.

Come, come.

Please, come.

Tomorrow.

Please.

Can I?

Here we are.

Nobody shits me here.

If our father was a starving dead, why am I outside and he inside?

You can see that my father is the most starving dead of his.

Maybe I don't have the respect of the Lord.

Partner in the circle of the Lords.

My God, it's impossible, I think.

What an honor.

Of course, if I saw you, the good soul of a father, sitting down,

just like the lawyer, the doctor,

discussing with the pharmacist, the marshal of the carabinieri.

If you still want it, uncle, there is still some.

I am satisfied.

Now you are a retired lawyer.

If I say I want it, I'm going to kill this house.

Of course, now that you have become a partner in the circle,

a housewife almost a society obligation.

You can't live on the floor, now you are a gentleman.

You have a van coming, I don't mind.

You know very well where I am.

No, I don't know.

Give me the keys.

I'll see if you put on the underwear I brought you from America.

Did you put them on? Or not?

Shut up, you fool! You're sleeping!

I can't sleep.

Maybe it's the heat.

Or the rain.

At your age, some shows hurt.

My brother's reason hasn't been found out yet.

What? Me thinking of Mariuccia?

Don't be stupid, Mr President.

I know how little I think of Mariuccia.

Scopa.

This isn't Scopa!

Amatore, get out of my way.

Look at this!

What a bunch of shit players!

What shit players?

And this one too!

When did I teach you to shoot?

I'm the boss of the shoot, like my daughters!

Damn it, if you ask me this question...

Cornutazzo!

Yes, said the good ballerino.

That ballerina of your wife!

Scapolo, son!

And of your mother!

Take back what you said!

An accident!

What should you take? A bag of tamas?

And thank God we're in a circle of gentlemen!

A bag of tamas!

How dare you, you bastard!

I'll make you chew your testicles!

I'll kill you!

You're all witnesses!

I'll kill you!

You know you're not good at all!

I don't like it!

Don't be an idiot!

Every time I get out of here, you give me this shit!

Cigarette!

So, can we start playing again?

Let's see...

Maybe for 15 minutes...

Now!

You're not going to play a game, are you?

After you!

We're missing...

Don't joke, we're after you!

Don't talk about reality!

Honor to the merit!

Gentlemen, I'm worse than my brother!

And yet you're eating so little!

You went to the private bathroom!

Maybe I went, I'm an ascetic!

What are you doing? You're not sleeping?

You can see that even rest is a fatigue!

You're not old!

In short, you should find a woman!

But what woman?

Early marriage or never?

No, but what marriage?

A woman!

A woman who, when you're thirsty, drinks!

Without having to keep her!

Of course, here in the village it's not easy, but in the real world there are...

Who?

What do you mean?

The whores!

But damn it!

Otherwise, you should act like a gentleman!

What do gentlemen do?

They cut him?

You have to find a maid!

A maid?

Sometimes, the maid is better than a woman!

But...

Which you can't make her like a whore!

Eat with the maid!

You can do whatever you want!

You pay her!

One day she'll help us to clean the house!

And the night...

She'll do the bed!

The bed!

If I could fuck her!

But the Havana are not finished!

No!

Why?

I have nothing!

Of course, not offering them lasts forever!

But with the maid...

We would need a bigger room, maybe smaller!

Because it's not that Mariuccia can continue to sleep with us!

Come, come!

I'll show you!

No, you can't show me!

You have to see, so you realize!

The sleeping ones!

Come and do it slowly!

Damn it!

I said, slowly!

Look, look!

Look how we have to stay.

Poor little girl.

But you don't feel pity?

Also because if I want to move the bed with Rosa, what do I do? I send her out.

To who, Rosa?

No, to Mariuccia.

Listen, do you often want to move?

Salvador, what are you talking about?

It was just a curiosity of Brother Maggiore.

Do you want it?

No, I don't like soaked.

He likes it dirty.

The house, the house, the little room, it's making my head go crazy.

He wants to move the bed, and I'm moving the house.

Mariuccia.

I almost buy this house.

There, in the precise bottom, I want the toilet.

But holy devil, I don't know what it costs to keep shit in the house.

And then we have to make a black pit in two gardens.

And let's make this pit black, white, all colors.

And so we also ruin the garden.

Yes, but preventive, change.

Did I say maybe I'll make you work for free?

Did he say?

No, no.

And I want a basin too.

Jesus, Jesus, the basin!

You don't have to wash yourself.

And not even to shit closed, okay?

But everything is wasted, all thanks to God, that goes in two tubes.

I'm the one who pays.

Ah, if you put it on this floor, basin.

Come on in.

Where?

In Farugese, you.

You eat.

It's pink, pink.

You are a civil person.

Come.

I don't know how you got married to this bifolk.

It was not my fault, you were in America.

Pity.

Life.

And maybe you don't appreciate how much you deserve.

And I bet you get to work more than day and night.

I have my own place.

Ah, Salvatore, you, at my place, don't think about it.

And how jealous you are.

I spoke like this, in theory.

It was just missing that you spoke in practice.

Yes, if we want, because you do little in practice.

And you understand, you want a chaff, ah?

Silly.

Happy, you made the child cry.

What a fucking education we give, ah?

But who tickled you, the tarantula?

No.

It's me.

All these jobs at home make me happy.

I don't know, they make me feel all surrounded.

You are a bourgeois.

What a way to express yourself.

I speak, the Queen Elizabeth.

But you are mad.

No, I'm very calm.

But you were doing badly in America.

They wanted the house bought.

And I bought it.

And immediately.

And I still don't know.

Three o'clock.

And I still can't sleep.

Christ.

I smoked a lot of cigarettes.

I was 80 years younger than I was.

And nothing happened.

I wanted to tell you...

Come, Don Salvatore. Tomorrow I'll go for the usual tour.

If you want, you can come with me, so we can talk calmly.

They did it! Three of the

21 to 4. We won!

What did Don Salvatore do to not marry you in America?

He's a forester like a melon.

You don't know how long you haven't cut it with the knife.

Does the lawyer know that a French woman has married you?

It's better to marry her.

The one who marries is happy for one day,

the one who kills a pig is happy for a year.

Buy yourself a trough.

A trough? No, a scruff.

It's cheaper and when you've fattened it, you can eat it.

Don't you get your hands dirty?

Shut up!

That ballerina of your wife and your mother...

Tell me what you said.

An accident!

A death sentence.

Repeat.

I'm happy for them all.

But when will this bed move?

And then she says it moves and sends me out of the room.

What do I do?

Do I sit on it and tell her how she's doing?

I'm calm, I have to stay.

It's not that I'm a first-rate.

Not even a second.

I almost look like a spy.

Salvatore!

Raffaele!

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just lost my mind in the dark.

Of course, in this huge castle.

What are you doing?

What should I do? Dance?

Wouldn't it be bad if you made this bed dance a little more?

Salvatore, once and for all, everyone takes care of his mattresses.

Exactly.

Exactly a lot!

What are you saying, Raffaele?

No, this has nothing to do with you.

When it does, you tell me.

Good night.

Good night!

What can I say?

Sometimes, insomnia is like a disease

that can be found in old age and youth.

A man is born and consumes his life

going from one kind of illness to another.

Get it?

You got it?

In your case, it's old age insomnia.

How can I say?

My friend, you're in a bad mood.

No, doctor.

No, sorry, we're not there.

Since I came back, I feel like I'm going to die.

It'll be the air of the country.

I smell of sugar that makes me sick.

I feel frenzy, anxiety,

a sense of... I don't know, of doing.

That's it.

What do you mean, of doing?

I came back to pass in peace

these last years that I have left, to rest.

You understand?

This smell, eh?

Do you know how farmers do to get from the lemon

where they harvest the year?

They leave them dry for all of May and June.

Then, suddenly,

they see water, water at will.

And then, they wake up.

The branches are shrunk.

The leaves are re-growing, and you can hear the noise.

And then, when the sugar starts to bloom,

the fragrance rules over everything.

And who is this that you hear?

And who is this that is drunk?

Here.

Take two of these compresses before you go to sleep.

And if they don't make me sleep,

then wash them away with this desire.

But what desire?

To get fucked, Don Salvatore.

They say that dying is better than suffering.

But to get fucked is better than dying, no?

At least, a pause.

You'll have a pause, dear Doctor.

Cold showers are needed. I feel like I'm 18 years old.

And maybe you're in the age of development.

You're destroying me.

I'll give you the practice.

The practice.

San Raffaele did the miracle.

So, Mariuccia, where are you, my beauty?

The practice.

You're the one, uncle!

You couldn't sleep with this heat either, eh?

You need to breathe.

Here you can breathe.

Wait.

What are you doing?

No, please.

You drive me crazy.

Come on, come on.

A lemon.

What are you saying?

I need to go to the bathroom.

Please, no.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go to bed.

I have to go to bed.

Where? I have to go to bed.

Now we go.

I had to go to bed.

Yes, sure, just a moment.

But in my bed, right?

Yes, but in your bed, my bed.

It's a good bed.

What are you telling me at this hour?

I have to tell you so many things.

But you have to talk to me in bed.

It's not a place like another.

I have to talk to you about all the presents I brought you.

You have a vest, and you haven't put it on.

I brought you your shoes.

You haven't put on your shoes either.

And your underwear.

And those too.

Let me feel better. You haven't put them on.

I will put them on, don't be sorry.

Yes, without hurry, without hurry.

No, don't touch me.

Don't touch me, or I'll feel bad.

Maria, what are you doing?

Marco, are you still sleeping?

There's a beautiful sun, here, have some coffee.

Thank you.

Gold hands, my sweet.

It's a difficult job.

Maria, gold hands, gold hands.

How are you?

Good morning, uncle. Did you sleep well?

With his hands, he wanted to sew it for you.

To thank you for the gifts he brought us from America.

It's pure silk.

And a lady's shirt.

A real husband.

Very beautiful gift.

Thank you.

Apiciridda let us work in the mail to make it for you.

Mail?

I don't do anything.

6 and 19.

Scopa, sconzo, scopa and 7 and nice.

All the fortunes.

7 and nice, silk shirt, made by the daughter of sconzo.

Manade fata, la bambina ave, manade fata.

Let it be, you're dirty.

It's a good thing Maria had all these virtues.

If we had to wait for you for the mail...

10 scopa.

Scopa, he made another scopa.

What are you doing? You're cutting my arm.

What does it mean? I work, I do what I can.

If you were the uncle of America, you'd see what a mess.

The uncle of America?

What's the matter now, Salvatore?

Nothing, nothing. It's a way of saying it.

The case is that in the special case, the uncle is from America.

A coincidence of no importance. The mess doesn't matter.

I say, okay, Salvatore.

What? Ah, yes, manade fata.

Scopa. Scopa.

What a fortune. What a fortune.

You never go with women.

What do you know?

You started by asking me about Havana.

Then the house.

Now the mail.

As if the signature was Fesca, you don't understand these things.

A little perfume to remove the cigarette's smell.

Luckily that Colombian is not interested.

At night she comes to see me without a second opinion.

Otherwise...

But in the end, this mail could even be bought.

You want to bet that it comes?

Well, uncle Giadizio.

What can I do if your father is an impotent means?

And you too, though.

And then there's an excuse, right?

What do I want to drink?

To pee?

What happened?

Salvador, you're in bed.

I like sleeping on the floor.

You need something?

Are you all right?

Like a Pope.

You're a real juggler!

You're a saint! You're a second father to my daughter!

I'm a real juggler! I have the money and I'm happy to help that little flower.

We can go this morning. Come on, wake her up!

I can't leave her here. I have to finish the can.

I'm going to Mariuccia alone.

What are you doing?

I know this perfume.

You can't leave with the same perfume.

Mariuccia!

Mariuccia, wake up!

I'm Mariuccia.

The old man is bringing you to the party.

How can I finish my perfume in the coffee?

Oh, what if he moved?

What a face!

How happy I am, uncle!

They can't see us.

Don't worry.

Oh, no!

Don't you feel hot? Help me.

Don't move your feet!

Calm down, we're all going down.

I want to be on guard!

You're rude!

If you want to get rid of me...

Get out! Don't you see the lady is waiting?

Let's go!

What a good man!

How nice!

Worse than in America.

But it's very good.

With what it costs, we'd miss it if it was bad.

You like it, eh?

Uncle, please, look at us.

Let them look at us with what we've paid.

The States!

You do your duty and don't argue.

In America, these things don't happen.

And who's going to do it?

And I'll never like this line again.

What are you talking about?

Wait, wait, there's more to it.

What are you doing?

Stop, you big pig!

And don't push.

We look like sardines in a box.

One, two, three.

How is it?

Jesus, Joseph, St. Anne and Mary!

How wonderful!

How elegant! How rich!

You shouldn't have disturbed me.

What a great fortune!

What a chic thing!

What are these for?

The size is perfect.

What do you mean?

You're a real angel.

But it's four little things.

What do you want them to cost?

I'd need four little things too.

Farther.

I wanted to thank you again.

No, please, just a moment.

Okay, just a moment, but not like last time.

No, do it differently.

You could have done it, it's a mortal sin.

What mortal sin?

Let's see, this is a game of cards.

It was better not to wake you up.

A kiss, a kiss and you're done.

Yes, I feel worse.

Help me, help me.

I don't want to.

But, I mean, is it possible that we can't stay 5 minutes talking?

I'll eat you.

No, please, I can't.

No, no.

And now you're going to do the knee, I'm going to do the knee.

Leave me alone.

No, no, no, I'm going to do everything.

We'll never talk again.

God!

God!

What are you doing, woman?

Retreat! There's nothing to look at!

Look at our filth!

Our family is clean and honourable!

All right!

Go around, clean up!

Go to hell!

You're a moron! You ruined my 1000 euro

They look a bit small.

They're as big as the ones on the floor below.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm not wrong.

I walk with a double decimeter in my hand.

What do you think I measure?

What work can I do for the customers?

What do you mean?

I mean if the wood isn't well aged,

the doors will break.

I don't know if it's clear.

It's very clear.

It's clear that it's like this.

Come on, kids, let's work!

Every minute is enough for me.

Let's wait for the flies to come.

Let's work!

What do we have to do?

A family girl.

A serious girl.

Fair, honest.

We've all played the game, but the practical act, nothing.

You're always thinking about Mario.

A president should have a big head for his right hand, right?

And then they say the world economy is going to blow, it's stronger!

But I don't give up, mine must be.

What the hell is this?

What is this, the way of playing the secret?

All... all fucked up, crazy things.

Why didn't you come tonight?

Come on.

You first.

No, you first, you'll get lost.

What does it mean?

You told me not to show my legs.

To the other shows, though!

Why are you dying instead of dancing? Look where you're going!

They're breaking the cup!

Run, you're going to break it!

I'm not going to fall, you're going to insult me!

I'm saying goodbye!

The coffee's not coming!

I'll tell you, I'll tell you!

Can't we?

Yes, we can.

I mean, we can't, let's wait.

What do we wait for? Instead of going forward, let's go back.

No, not even back.

Do you understand? You're driving me crazy, Maria Vergine!

That's how I have to stay.

What do you mean?

Virgin.

What are we waiting for?

We'll keep going around the infinite.

I'm going, I'm going.

Maria!

Maria!

You stay calm.

Now that's the mother.

Shut up, what are we going to do? Stay calm!

I'm calm!

At the window, quickly.

I'm calm, what are you saying?

God, hurry up!

Go, go!

May I?

Salvatore, you fell again from bed?

No, I had a little hiccup.

You had an aneurysm?

No, thank you.

I'll be right back.

How's your foot?

Are you okay?

You're not hurt, are you?

No, no, I'm fine.

You managed to breathe a breath of air.

Of course, it's hot.

And cover it, it's cold.

Go back to bed, dear, you've had enough air.

And you, Salvatore, try to sleep.

Let's hope so, Rosa.

The sleeping pills are for him.

I'm going to bed.

I'm going.

This painting can be put here, maybe straight, so there is no blood in it.

But shut up, you who want to give advice to your brother who was in America.

Magnificent, magnificent.

It's an artistic, expensive, maybe, but refined, and the rest is needed, right?

Salvatore, you have a great taste.

But it's solid gold.

Yes, old man.

He is so ignorant that he does not understand anything, poor.

By the way, I was thinking that the child would

like to sleep here above, in the living room, right?

It would not be a bad idea, because then maybe the room

below would be arranged to receive the guests of the regard.

Of course, in this case, it would take a living room,

two beds, a sofa, a table, a mirror, a bajou, more there.

Also next week.

No, even right away. We made 20, let's make 21, if Mariuccia is happy.

Is it true that you are happy, Mariuccia?

Oh, my God.

Above, below.

Above, below. For me it does the same.

And where is he running this time?

With a mat he beats her from the back.

Two, three.

Mariuccia, go to sleep.

What do you want?

Nothing, I just wanted to know how you're doing.

If you're happy with this new arrangement, if you like it.

I'm fine, I'm happy.

So who's going to do it for you?

Who's going to do it for me?

Who? What's wrong? Tell me, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

No, Mariuccia, don't cry.

You're crying because of me.

If you cry, I'll cry too.

No, we can't go on like this.

I have to think about my arrangement at my age.

Sure.

I'm so stupid.

How could I not think about it before?

These are good feelings, they make you feel better.

I love you, Mariuccia.

I want to marry you.

Mariuccia.

Mariuccia.

Uncle, you're laughing.

You're...

Say what you want.

Don't get angry.

I'm old, right?

That's what you wanted to say.

No, uncle.

The law prohibits that uncle and grandson...

The fucking law. Good night.

What are you doing, you've ruined my dogs and they're going to have a fight.

I didn't hide them, they're finished.

I have to give them cigarettes too.

After Carnival, there's always a Lent.

What?

I'll be late tonight, leave me something to eat, I'll eat alone.

See you later.

Bye.

No, no, no, thank you.

No, no, I'm a little bit hungry.

And for the food, for the food.

As you thought we could manage.

Ah, great. Now we have the basket, the pot, the pot, everything.

We'll be there.

Good evening.

Salvatore!

Finally.

I left you dinner over there, prepared.

Salvatore, what do I introduce you to?

Do you want a glass of wine?

I introduce you to Professor Giovannino Lega.

Pleasure.

And his mother is Mrs. Lega, my brother Salvatore.

The professor is a teacher.

Yes, but he's not a teacher, Mr. Salvatore.

He's always talking to the children of the Aucci.

All stupid, then.

And to hear the voices, all bewitched by divine light.

And if something happens, it's the fault of who?

His!

Of the teacher.

The teacher has a democratic-Christian leadership.

Vice-Secretary of the Aucci.

And the teacher of the Aucci.

Yes.

Vice-Secretary of the local department.

But now, the honorable L. Bassi honors me with his friendship.

A young man of safe future.

Who knows what he can become.

I'm happy.

The professor made us the honor of asking for the hand of our daughter Mariuccia.

Better than this, one could not hope.

The honor is mine, that I come to pick the most beautiful flowers of this garden.

Two young men in a race, that better than this, could not be matched.

Isn't it true, Salvatore?

I'm happy.

How dear.

I'm very happy.

I adore the niece.

I'm mad, how can you be happy?

I'm very happy of this ceremony.

In the little room I paid.

Thirty years to make soil and plant the chiodi.

I've made the callas, I've pulled the sling for thirty years,

and now my money goes to the first fucking head that comes.

But who is it?

But who is it, Toscano?

But it's my fault, all my fault.

I deserve it, I deserve it, yes or no?

Tell him, don't care, tell him what I am.

Mariuccia, Mariuccia, a bastard, a bastard, a bastard, a bastard, a bastard.

A piece of shit.

Right, a fennel.

A lot of hunger.

Old impotent.

A connoiter.

What connoiter?

You are reduced to smoke and you make cigarettes like all the Lausi.

They come from America like many gentlemen, like many milots.

They talk bastard, smoke Cuban.

But do you want to end it?

They are people who have heads that come from dollars like rocks and skin.

And then, wait, I'm able to...

Come here, I'll break your face.

And when they get old, they'll ask for a limousine.

You, you're a thug and a son of a bitch.

Shut up.

Good, I'm glad.

What a nice husband you have chosen.

A sissy, a gallop, able only to steal money from the government and fuck poor people.

But uncle, no.

Shut up, let me finish.

That's why you kept me in check, right?

For this head to the point.

You gave me the contentment, saving what is needed for a life.

You're saving what a girl needs for a life, right?

Salvatore.

Holy Rosalia.

Salvatore.

Oh, my God, we're on the first floor!

What do we do now? Stay calm.

I'm calm, uncle.

Come in, turn off the light.

Rosa, what were you looking for?

Rosa, what are you doing? What does it mean?

You know very well what it means.

It's better if we don't talk about it.

That poor man who sleeps down here,

who doesn't know, doesn't understand anything, poor thing,

we'll tell him he went on a pleasure trip.

Tomorrow.

One thing is for sure, you can't stay in this house anymore.

But Rosa, I...

What do I do now?

What do I do?

I tell you not to do that, eh? Not to do that.

My friend, my father, you're a man of resources.

Don't abandon me, give me the idea.

What's this got to do with me, you idiot?

I understand.

Take your deck.

Deck?

Savior! Savior!

My daughter!

Come here, I want to hug you.

What a beautiful ass!

You're a powerful person.

I'll get you!

You're a beautiful woman.

Beautiful shoulders!

I'm a woman, I'm a woman!

I'm a woman of your brother, you heard me?

I don't care.

I'll do it for you.

Ouch!

This bastard!

Salvador!

What's the matter with you all of a sudden?

Look, I'm going to break your head.

What all of a sudden, Rosa?

I desire you.

Since I arrived I've always been thinking of you,

I've been looking for you all night, spying on you,

I'm getting a pink pittia.

Yes, my baby.

Pittia, pittia.

Go back, you Satan.

But how? You don't believe me?

No.

No?

Inoltre, you should be ashamed.

You should be ashamed of that innocent little girl.

And now?

Mariuccia, my baby.

How can you think of something like that about me?

But I love Mariuccia like a daughter.

And I care only because she's your daughter.

She's the flesh of your flesh.

She resembles you like a little child.

And every joy I gave her seemed to give her to you.

Every kiss, every fatherly caress,

seemed to caress and kiss you.

My brother, rather.

I'm ashamed of myself for having betrayed the trust and the honour of my brother.

For what matters to him.

What can I do?

Rosa, feelings are not in the hands of the flesh.

Yes, sure.

Salvatore, you're a big liar.

Rosa.

But I'll forget about this painful scene.

You could become blind if that's not true.

I'll see you later.

What do you want, Dick?

Why don't you say anything? You're lying too.

Excuse me.

Come in.

With the cigarette in your mouth, first thing in the morning,

so you ruin your health.

What can I do about my health?

Listen, for today I'll make you fried eggplants for breakfast,

and for tomorrow, if you want something,

some special desire...

You know very well that I want some roses.

Salvatore!

Dick, you're a big liar who's moving me more than four times!

What a hell of a taste!

These aren't fried eggplants, they're fried salt with eggplants!

My God, everything is broken!

The salad...

Where's my head?

That's what I say too! Where's your head?

Where's my head?

You can make mistakes sometimes, right? Clean it up!

They're all getting angry!

Salads, Salvatore!

They're delicious, give me another portion.

You can see you don't feel well, you have a heavy stomach and head.

I don't have any weight!

Then take a little rice oil!

Enough with this affection!

It looks like your hands are on it!

And now eat them, they're so good.

They're delicious.

Nice and crunchy.

You're very good.

I'd eat a whole can.

You want some more salt?

That's how we like him, right, Salvatore?

So, it's 4 o'clock.

And two scoops.

4 to 6.

The cards are mine.

Gladly, Don Salvatore.

Did you know that your niece is married?

Of course we knew.

The news in this country is running.

What's running? This is an old story, my dear.

Sure, it's been over a year since the Treggia wedding.

Well, good night, ladies and gentlemen.

Still the same.

No problem, ma'am.

Goodbye. Next time, if you don't mind, I'll show you the neighborhood.

Thank you, nice.

I'll take the child inside.

Stay calm.

Good night, Mariuccia.

Goodbye.

Dream of gold.

Bye.

I'll get up, Colombo.

Bastard.

Very bastard.

What do you want?

Good night.

Yes, and maybe we can have a meeting.

You're so good, so good.

What a good girl who wants to say good night to her uncle.

I knew you had been keeping this beautiful husband for a year.

To surprise me, obviously.

Come on, go.

Leave me alone.

Don't make me sleep.

Crazy woman, crazy woman.

What do you want from me?

Now you're engaged, don't you hear?

You signed it, you didn't need a good way out.

I made her cry. Did you see?

I made her cry.

I made that Colombian cry.

A dead man, a murderer, a vile!

I heard you were moving. I woke up and brought you coffee.

Thank you.

We waited for you until late last night.

What can I do?

Giovannino wanted to get to know you better.

No, he's too good.

You were honored to accompany the bride to the altar.

It's all mine.

He's coming to eat today.

Is he a young man?

No.

Why?

I'm begging you.

The child can feel it.

Please, don't torment me anymore.

I'm sorry.

Tell Giacomino, Concettino, what's his name?

It's an important business in Catania.

But...

What business do I have in Catania?

This one.

No, no. This one is too expensive.

I can't allow it, Uncle Turi.

Thank you, Uncle Turi. You're too good.

How many times have you been good, Uncle Turi?

One, two, three.

Scoundrel!

I love you too much.

Well...

I'll make you a horn, you shitty mannequin.

You'll be the horned one.

How can you resist?

I was thinking in a different way.

I'll break your face.

Hello, sir!

What's up? Your daughter didn't come today?

Bring me some cheese and a slice of bread.

What shop?

I think it's a shoe shop. I can't stay here without doing something.

Don't worry about the money.

In this world of beasts, you can only rely on your own blood.

What you said is true.

But Avada and Catania don't have it.

They're both less sophisticated.

Don Salvatore!

How are you?

I have an unbearable appointment.

Every time I come, you come. We can't talk.

We'll never have a chance.

Valencio, you came from France!

Don Giovannino, I'm sorry. I'll be right back.

It's nothing.

What a blessed man! He always has things to do.

He's so active!

He's energetic too.

I brought you some candy, because roses are low in calories.

It's good. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

I can't sleep. I can't live.

Forgive me for what I said.

I love you and I desire you. Come to me tonight, please.

Come.

Why are you treating me like this?

Mariuscia, go buy me a bottle of Varecchina.

Yes, mom. I'll be right there.

Good girl.

Salvatore, you can't go on like this.

What are you thinking? I'm nothing.

You're not nice.

You're a scoundrel.

Giovannino Ligas is resentful.

He suspects you of something.

Maybe he's trying to make you feel bad.

Giovannino Lindovino, the democratic idiot.

Then he's trying to make you feel bad.

Who's making you feel bad?

I've worked all my life.

These politicians are making me feel like shit.

You should marry him.

I'm not free.

You should talk to him and have a few ceremonies.

We're all like Mariuscia.

We're all embarrassed.

Salvatore, I'm asking you as a personal pleasure.

Please, do it.

I'm sorry.

My hands are ruined.

They made me the same.

You're a wimp. You're a degenerate.

Jesus Christ.

This is a time of confusion, of conformism, of disorder.

Even in ideas.

There's no more value for clarity, freedom, hierarchy.

I'm telling you, Don Salvatore.

Who should we thank?

My lord, you know all this.

The Americans.

America.

Someone says they went to the moon.

Who sent them to the moon?

Does anyone know?

Who?

Bernard von Braun, a German.

The Germans are a great people.

They know how to make cars,

tools that others don't even dream of using.

I'm convinced, Don Salvatore.

But the Americans didn't win the war.

They're a bunch of idiots.

You're a woman and a child.

You talk about things that don't make sense.

Shut up and learn.

You should listen to a guy like that.

The Americans.

We've seen them all.

How they fought.

Cars, cameras.

They looked like tourists,

chosen from the post.

The Americans won the war.

The Germans.

The Moroccans.

And the Sadimites.

Ignorant.

They had it on the tongue.

Because it was us who betrayed the great German ally.

Leaving him alone when needed.

And allying with his enemy.

When did all this happen?

I'm telling you, Don Salvatore.

No, God forbid.

You're wrong.

It's a matter of opinion.

I know America.

I've been there.

When that...

good lady of your majesty

hadn't yet been sown.

America is a great country.

And the Germans can't even throw their shoes there.

Jesus, what a shame.

Because America is a country of freedom.

It's a country of democracy.

Without a single piece of paper.

Where everyone can say their thing.

Without fear that a shitty politician...

with a bunch of broken pens...

will have a head on his sleeve.

While the poor will get their asses kicked.

No, he's kidding.

It's a matter of opinion.

Salvatore, enough!

And remember you're in my house!

Your house is a shit!

Whose house is this?

Because I paid for it with my money.

You got it?

With the money made with the guts of these hands...

and this ass.

100 years of guts, sweat and deprivation.

Your house.

Your house, fine.

And he's the only one who's in it.

But the house isn't your property.

I think it's appropriate to remove the disturbance.

I want to remove the disturbance.

I put it in there.

You stay where you are.

If you insist.

He's a bittersweet, but a nice guy.

He likes me to stay.

Pace.

This marriage must not be done.

These wounds on the side never come to me.

Then why are you doing these publications?

What's the point in taking them out?

What are you saying?

This is not a valid reason of opposition.

Excuse me.

But the fact that the husband is a moron...

is not a valid reason.

No, sir.

But for me it's very valid.

Listen, Salvatore.

If all morons were to be married here in this country...

it would be a mess every time the priest dies.

Pace, he spoke ill of America.

Fine, but what's the point?

Here we need something more serious, more serious.

The impediments are...

reserves on morality...

or blood ties.

The uncle already told the auntie.

Because the blood ties would be an impediment now.

But the fact that he's a moron...

a moron...

an ignorant...

a priest...

a moron...

a presumptuous...

a moron...

and if he's a moron...

he can be judged.

But why?

Do you think...

that's all?

No, I don't think anything of it.

What a pity.

Nothing funny ever happens here.

Gesù.

Bring me a drink.

Fine.

If you want something, you can have it.

We have a little Coca-Cola, orange juice, lemonade, water...

sense.

Wait, go.

What, do you have a cigarette?

Go fuck yourself.

What did I say?

I'm a wonderful man, Gesù Kissinger.

He's showing off all his colors.

He starts here, he comes from there.

Africa, Russia, Egypt...

Tatum, like a fulminant.

He fucks anyone.

I don't know, heads of state...

maragià, beautiful women.

But where does he find the time?

And yet...

these are miracles that only America can do.

But do you realize how we're combined with...

What the fuck do I care about America?

And that Kissinger's tits?

When any moron can speak badly of any head...

and can marry without any difficulty.

And that Nixon is all fucked up.

And what's in the house?

A broom.

Don Salvatore, you're doing well in the new house.

The fun of building a house is when you do it.

Once it's finished, you already think of changing it.

Like women.

When you go to work, you find all the trinkets.

Even houses can put horns on you.

What would you like to insinuate?

Chirac!

What's the deal?

It's the first time I'm going to the bathroom.

I'll beat you!

I'm telling you!

It's time you'd come!

I'll beat you!

I'll show you who to pick!

Oh, my God!

What a jerk!

You know him?

You see?

You motherfucker!

You bastard!

What happened?

They spat on a woman on the bike.

On the bike?

Oh, maybe it was the one who invested in me.

Can I observe?

Please, have fun.

Maybe I spat on it.

Salvatore!

Mario!

Rosa!

What's wrong, Rosa?

Salvatore, what did you do?

Mario has been crying all day.

He's desperate. Giovanni Nolica died.

He says if his presence in this house is not more credible, he won't come.

Come on, nobody's dead.

No, what a shame, in front of the whole town.

I told you he's an idiot.

No, he's a teacher.

An idiot teacher.

You must make peace with us. I ask you as a thank you.

No, you must apologize.

He will.

And you must shout, long live America.

Yes, we'll make him shout.

Long live America, down with Germany.

Down with Germany.

And you're American, you're not Moroccans.

No, not Moroccans.

And you're a good singer.

And you're young and you have a heart.

Long live America.

Long live Nixon.

Long live America.

This is a Christian family, honest people, good people.

People of noble and religious feelings.

Father, do you want to die?

Thanks, son, do it.

Lady, it would be unthinkable that...

I'm happy, I'm happy.

Because of a simple divergence...

She's delighted.

Of the future of two young men who love each other in the grace of the Lord.

This is not bad, this rosary.

Mr. Young man, Mr. Salvador, go away, shake your hand.

Like in the market of cows.

Don't exaggerate, that's enough.

Good boy, eh?

Nice, but impetuous.

Mr. Salvador, as it had already happened, you will accompany the bride to the altar.

Yes, sir, for me too, on the wedding journey.

If the bride agrees.

No, maybe not, there is no need.

And yet, a holy blessing, I can give to these Colombian castes.

If you allow me, this is my competence.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

I'm happy.

Me too, very happy.

Very happy.

I didn't understand.

Eh, dear President.

I know that you, from the White House, are too impetuous.

But as the law of the hand says, before you fuck the mother, you fuck the daughter.

Where do I put this?

What are you doing, you little rascal?

Don't look at me, uncle.

Go away, uncle. I wasn't doing anything.

Don't you get scared, uncle, before you go in?

Don't be ashamed.

There are things that happen, nothing bad happens.

Come, come, come, I have to talk to you where no one is listening.

Come, or don't come.

Come, or don't come.

Come, come.

What do you want, uncle?

So you want a good exit, uncle?

What do you want then?

A good entrance.

No, no, no, don't run away.

I'll tell you what to do, don't make me scream.

I won't scream, I'll make you go crazy.

I'll kill you for the police.

You go to your room.

You...

Don't worry, I'm going.

Oh, sorry, I dropped some buttons.

No, it would be too comfortable.

You have to stay here. You have to do your duty.

You have to bring me to the altar, that bitch, with the white dress you bought us.

I haven't seen anything about what happened.

I don't remember anything, I don't know anything.

How can you not know anything?

Closed eyes, covered ears, a ruffled mouth and open pockets.

You have to make many sacrifices to fix a daughter.

You'll see what you fix that I give to your daughter.

Madam, please, let me have a beautiful, grand ceremony, with all that it cost.

Come on, then.

Don Cere.

Sit down.

To go to your mother to get milk, to tell you something...

Kneel down, my children.

Here.

Do you want to, Ligia Giovanni Angelo Torquato Aristodemo, accept as your legitimate husband, according

to the rite of the Holy Roman Church, the one here, the Virgin Mary Carmela Rosaria Immacolata?

Yes.

Exchange the rings.

Antonino, what are you doing?

No, this time it wasn't me, I'm not guilty!

Scum, what are you doing?

I'm calling the police, I don't want to hear it!

What are you talking about?

I understand, I understand, I want to send the police to vote!

No, wait a moment, maybe it's not your fault, it's not his fault!

You're a preparist!

I said it's not the record!

What are you doing, Alparo? We're in a safe place!

Be careful, I'll catch you!

I won't do it, fuck you, take it with that belt!

I'll do it, but what?

I've never had more fun than this.

I haven't talked about anything else for months.

But then...

Hey, dear Giaffele, the rest is all demagogy.

In Italy, you need the iron fist.

Excuse me.

They ask for nothing but money.

People only want money.

I owe you 1800 lire, dad.

See?

Morality, order, the hierarchical principle.

Where do they end?

Ah, the butt?

Yes.

Good.

The little story.

I'm really distracted.

No, you're crazy.

What a nice shirt you have.

Enough with the insinuations.

This shirt was given to me by Salvatore.

I know, he doesn't even know.

He even said he'd give me the brothers.

And then what's the matter?

Where's the pajamas, the hat, where did you get them?

Salvatore gave them to me.

So we're even.

No, we're not even.

1800 lire, you owe me.

We're even, and then Salvatore is mine.

A little bit of respect, Salvatore is still sleeping.

We're not...

We're not ridiculous.

We're not.

I'm in my house, I'm not even.

And since we're even, I'm not even.

Listen, you idiot, Salvatore is getting mad at me.

No, Salvatore is a coward, but he's a nice guy.

Come on, let's play.

No, I'm not playing anymore.

Let's play the game.

No.

Sillio, you're already awake.

Did you sleep well?

What's wrong with that mess those two are making?

Yes, but I yelled at them, I really yelled at them.

Now they don't bother you anymore, don't worry.

What did you bring me?

Coffee, fresh, fresh.

Fruit and sweets, I want them all.

What a beautiful niece.

What a beautiful sister-in-law.

What a beautiful family, all together, beautiful.