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Who's that says, Prison galley is?

A vacation, Me thinks that it is.

Who's that says, Cuffs from iron is?

Golden bracelets, Me thinks that it is.

"Dear Sir, my lawyer,"

"it is by your request, that I send the following defense memorial,"

"so that you may clear my name of the following infamous charges:"

"complicity to escape, armed attack,"

"resisting arrest, kidnapping,"

"bad treatments against children, blackmail and sexual abuse."

"I'll start from the beginning."

"The 4th of June... or was it the 5th?"

"The 4th of June 1959, in the surroundings of Civitavecchia."

"Until then, even if my wife had complained of my low wages,"

"I had been a good worker, a driver,"

"who had honestly supported his family."

It's nothing serious.

Help, they've robbed me! Run and call the police!

Yes, sir.

Sergeant, a man has buried a bag full with money,

put a tree in the street, crashed his car into it,

hit himself with a rock in the face, and tied himself with a rope.

What are you talking about?

"Did you get it, mister lawyer?"

"Because of the fisher, I got years 3, without diminished responsibility."

"And that, I was entitled to, having I had epilepsy when child."

"Anyway, I landed myself a nurse assistant job."

"All inmates refused it, because it's tough and disgusting."

- Scopino. - Here.

- Nurse, assistant. - Jawhol, mein F�hrer.

Lucky you.

Get going.

The first that spits on the floor, I'll make him lick it.

Last night I dreamt of Anita Ekberg who was telling me: "Come, handsome".

But right at the climax, she turned herself into a bike.

- Good morning, everybody! - Sch.

- Does it hurt? - No.

Then we can take it off.

Are we sure my hand will regain it's innate mobility?

Let's hope not, because that mobility got you 3 years, commendatore.

Aren't you taking my plaster off so you can release that bastard of Tagliabue,

who did it to me, out of punishment cell?

He's been in for 28 days, aren't you satisfied?

Giacinto, the hacksaw.

- Hey! - Sorry. When the weather changes I... You know. I don't have any.

- What? - Cigarettes.

- The hacksaw! - O, yes.

- This one? - Yes.

- Change the hacksaw. - Yes.

Here he is. He should have also got the punishment cell.

- He was holding me while Tagliabue was hitting me. - What? I was sleeping.

- Commendatore, should I do your linen? - Yes, good idea.

- This arm tingles( "formicolare") me. - Of course, ants ( "formiche") got in.

- Get them out! - They're letting Tagliabue out!

- 28 days in solitary! - He took vows ("voto")!

No, he took those at Santa Teresa church:

...three silver hearts and a golden chandelier.

Open. Tagliabue, get ready.

If it's for taking the bath, it's useless. I'll wash when I get out.

That's why we're here for. The commendatore's arm has healed.

Did you enjoy the holiday?

You bet! Only thing, it was too short.

Next time I'll break both his arms.

- Move. - Come on.

I can walk by myself.

"That's how lifer Tagliabue, Campanacci and dottor Papaleo got together."

Most welcomed, precious friend.

"Three beasts:"

"a gorilla, a mouse and one convicted for a crime of honour, meaning a cuckold."

"The next day I was on duty,"

"without suspecting that a cataclysm was imminent."

Oh, a fly.

It looks like a dental Cary, Tagliabue. When did it begin?

In the punishment cell. With all that humidity!

It's deep, but curable. The dentist will be here in one week.

- If you want, I can take it off. - Thanks, but I'll wait; I've got time.

As you wish. The pain will go stronger. Giacinto, give him two pills.

- Two pills for the gentleman! - The parrots!

Right away!

My kisses...

Not with your hands, you're washing the urinals! I'll take them.

Sorry.

- It's not that I don't trust medicine... - A glass of water.

You should put a clove in your tooth. My aunt taught me.

- Giacinto, the parrots! - Coming!

Get me the photo of a 4 bed cell, it's in the photographer's room.

The photo of a cell? What for?

I've also got an aunt, I want to send her a souvenir from where I am.

- But they won't give it to me. - Steal it.

"I could have said no to him."

"Tagliabue was doing time for the murder of an accomplice who had betrayed him."

"He had tried swindling him when splitting the booty."

"Tagliabue chased him for 30 km and killed him."

"The pathologist had counted 18 bicycle marks on the corpse."

"On the other hand, asking me for a photo, didn't seem dangerous. I accepted."

No parrots, Cerioni did it to himself.

- Check the packages. - Please.

Shirts, underwear, chocolate, jam.

You aren't allowed to receive any cigarettes.

- The photo. - Got it.

Now you must find us 20 Bi Valeas suppositories.

- Does your throat hurt? - No, but yours will, if you don't.

Campanacci! Mouse! Your package.

From Pagliuca Marilita, 21 Traversone st, Roma.

- Clear? - Yes, Pagliuca Marilita, 21 st Traversone st, Rome.

Rossi Giacinto.

Here I am!

- What are you doing with all this tobacco? - Soup.

From: Picchioni Garibaldo, Civitavecchia.

How many socks! Are you a centipede?

Take this stuff away.

- Clams. - It's the fisherman. The one who denounced me!

He didn't know I had done it to feed my family,

so he always writes to me, begging me to forgive him.

- And now he's sending me clams? I don't want them! - Neither do I!

They've even turned bad

Our turn!

Comrade!

...the love I feel for you.

The sea is the voice of my heart,

and the voice of your heart, keeping us still together.

My kisses to me, your kisses to you, it's the sea that brings them.

The sea is the voice of my heart,

and the voice of your heart, keeping us still together.

My kisses to me, your kisses to you, it's the sea that brings them.

The sea...

Out of tune!

If you go for the bis, you get the other shoe!

Why are you doing this?

Give me the cigarette, as agreed, I did my number.

You call that a number? It's a zero!

It's not fair.

If you want the cigarette, sing "L'uomo vero" for me.

- No! I won't sing "L'uomo vero"! - Then, you won't smoke.

- Giacinto. - What?

I'll give you the cigarette.

Thank you.

The stuff is in my coat.

- What did he say? - The stuff is in his coat.

Good stuff, you know, barley sugar.

- English tobacco. - Of course!

This is the small card, and this the ace. Watch carefully.

Yes.

The bet is one cigarette. Careful, here's the small card...

Where's the ace?

- Here. - No. - No! - O, yes.

- Where were you looking? - Show me.

- The cigarette. - I don't have it.

- You already owe me four. - And two to me.

- Giacinto! - Coming!

- Change the tampon. - Yes.

Ah... Did it hurt you?

- No, it tickled me. - A good one.

- Hey! - Sorry. The plane. Powerful, isn't it?

I have built one from bread.

I wanted to bring it to my son when I got out. It took me two months.

But, last night, a mouse ate it's tail and a wing.

- Are you married? - Yes, with two children. Poor kids.

If you want to see them again, put this in place of the real one.

- Yes. - And tomorrow bring the real one at the wash house.

Come again?

The object I put in the basin.

"That's what the suppositories were for, mister lawyer!"

"They had made a replica of the hacksaw out of tinfoil."

Swap it with the real one. Got it?

"I know you'll say that, even this time, I was weak."

"Papaleo, also, was a nasty one. Do you remember his crime? It made the papers."

"He had found his fiancee with a man whom he had killed with a shot gun."

"He told the judge:"

"had it been a double-barrelled shotgun, I'd have also killed her."

"Read about it in page eight."

Papaleo, what's happening? Cell 98 is becoming a lazaretto.

Mouse has bronchitis, Tagliabue has teeth problems, you fall from the bed.

- What's happening? - Nightmares.

If I were you, I'd do what he said, so I wouldn't get into trouble.

I don't feel well, I think I've got a fever.

No fever. Normal pulse.

- Meaning? - 76 beats a minute.

...21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29...

...30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38.

38 beats: the warder made his tour in half a minute.

But there's also warder Meneghetti, who's short, with short legs.

- What are you doing, spying on us? - No, just passing by.

So?

Thank you. Now, don't bother me no more.

- Giacinto. - Yes?

- Giacinto. - Ah!

- Giacinto! - Excuse me, commendatore, I'll be right there.

I give you five cigarettes to do my laundry, but it's getting worse.

The last time my clothes had shriveled like stock-fishes.

It's you that should change more often.

They're shriveled up, the soap can't loosen them. How's your arm doing?

What I was afraid of, happened.

- My joints are fucked up. - Here!

That shit of Tagliabue, that bastard...

They're putting it on me also.

- Tagliabue and...? - The other two.

- What did they do to you? - They made me bring them some stuff.

- Suppositories, a photo, and a certain instrument. - Which one?

Let's not name names, let's only say it's serrated.

Now I understand why Tagliabue broke my arm!

So I wouldn't be in the cell with them, and make who knows what plans.

- When are you getting out? - 10 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 5 hours.

If I'd help you get out six months sooner, would you be grateful to me?

- I don't know, we'll see. - Do as I say, but don't tell anyone I taught you.

Alright.

- Tell the warden that you know about an escape plan. - Yes.

For this news, he'll put you down with good conduct,

and you'll get a reduced sentence.

You'll be home by Christmas.

- By Christmas? My home? - Yes.

- Thank you, commendatore! Good idea, thank you! - Don't thank me.

If all goes well, you'll do my laundry, until you get out.

- Well... - For free, of course.

Freedom is really expensive.

- What? - Fondling.

"What a scare: fondling, that is sudden search."

"You understand the danger I was in."

"If they had found the hacksaw with those three, I'd have got it also,"

"and, that'd have meant, I'd have been charged."

"These were anxious moments."

Three more forward!

- What is it? - Venus at the bathroom.

- You're giving it to me? - Yes.

I'd just like to redo the butts.

- But, then, it's mine? - Yes.

Alright.

Three more.

What are you saying? Get going!

I have to speak to the warden about a very urgent matter.

- Tomorrow. What's your name? - Rossi Giacinto.

"Thinking I'll be talking with the warden, I was feeling another man that evening,"

"a real man, alive."

But, instead, Dracula's sword was hanging over my head."

You smoke while washing?! It'll get wet! D'you want me to hold it for you?

It's good, you know, barley sugar! This is English tobacco.

Who gave it to you? You never get any outside packages!

May I?

- Please. - Thank you.

- It's not your stuff! - As if it was yours!

- Help! - What are you doing?

He's killing me!

It's not worth it.

- Help! - He's killing me!

For a cigarette?

- Help! - He's killing me!

- Help! - Silence! D'you get it? Silence!

- Take this. - Yes.

- Whats' the matter? - It's him, he wanted to kill us all.

- I haven't done anything. - I'll move you anyway. Have you got a place?

They've framed me so they can have more space. Put me where you want.

Everybody loves me, anyway. But all cells are full.

- Don't you worry, there's a free spot. - Where?

The usual housing problem.

- Come in. - Thank you.

- Wherever they put me, I'm always fine. - Come on!

Good evening. I mean it.

Cute this birdie!

Hi, handsome. What's your name?

It's good to love animals, it's a sign of kindness.

- It sings nice. - It's blind.

Poor animal. How did it happen?

I blinded it. That's why it sings well.

I can also sing. Wanna hear me?

Oh Na, nanni, nanni Na, lead glass doll.

Oh Na, nanni, nanni Na, lead glass doll.

Who taught you to sing, cutie mine?

Why? What have I done?

But she couldn't.

- Auch! - Spy!

But she couldn't.

What did you want to tell the warden? Spy!

Oh, singing... oh, singing.

Silence!

Assistant nurse!

- Well? - What?

I don't want to speak to the warden anymore.

I just wanted to tell him I don't want to be no nurse assistant no more.

Why?

I had a rough night, I feel like I was beaten up.

It's a voluntary work, and I'm no volunteer no more.

Nobody loves me here, anyway.

- I'm striking you off, then? - Yes.

I never understood why they made you a nurse.

Because I was a nurse when I was a soldier.

One day, my colonel said to me: "Listen, Giacinto..."

- Well? - Ah, excuse me. What was I saying?

Ah, Filogamo comes at Civitavecchia for "You Got Talent".

I entered with three successful songs,

but he told me not hope, 'cause I had no chance.

Maybe, had I been blind, I'd have sung better.

The asylum, that's where they should put you, not the infirmary.

Good evening.

You always like to joke around!

- Is he bothering you? - No.

If he does, let me know.

They also go left to right, and up, then down.

You must saw diagonally, and in the opposite direction.

You fill the hole with blackened bread and the sound doesn't change.

- It's Vincenzoni's system, foolproof. - And the hook?

- You cut here, then here. - What do you want to do with me?

- You'll come with us. - Shut up, I do the talking. You'll come with us.

- And what did I say? - Ssht!

- Why? - Because.

If we leave you here, you might give the alarm,

depriving us of the time advantage we need.

Without mentioning that you'll be knowing too much by then.

Shut up!

Do you believe in the Holy Virgin? Do it for Her.

I've only got 10 months to go, but, if I escape, my future's ruined.

Wife and children in misery and evicted.

Even the fisherman who denounced me is touched. Look.

Look, he wrote to me.

"I didn't know you had done it to feed your family. Forgive me."

Forgive? I don't forgive spies, I despise them.

Exactly, you go without any fear, I'll stay here, and I won't speak.

- I'm sure you'll spill out. - No.

Not even if they hit you?

No, dumb like a fish.

Alright, we trust you.

But, at least, tell us who gave you the idea to speak to the warden.

No, I don't spill out.

Auch! It was the commendatore!

You'll come with us.

"Two days later, exactly on the 20th... or the 21 st, 23rd of July tops,"

"Mouse got another package from that lady who later proved to be his mistress."

"It looked ordinary, but it was of great importance."

Marilita sent dried figs, and this also.

- When is it? - Wait, we're counting them right now.

- Good. - What are you eating?

What the hell! For a dry fig!

- Only one? - Well, two.

What does it matter? I've split with you the sweets I received.

The number of figs tells the day when Mouse's woman...

...will come at the meeting place with money and clothes!

- Where's that? - The bunker alongside the railway station

Excuse me, then. But you always keep me in the dark about everything.

- Because you're dead weight! - It's not true.

I maimed myself for the common good. Yours are not a friend's words.

Friend?... Listen, dottor Papaleo, you talk too much about this friendship.

What kind of friend are you? He is one!

- Stay calm. - He is one.

- Talks little, does much. - Enough, or the warders will come.

God sets everything right. I consider the incident closed.

I'll say when it's closed.

You think you are special because you've got three diplomas.

With the excuse of an honour crime, you didn't get life.

- In 11 years you'll be out, having a good life. - What do you know?

I get out, I kill her, and I come back in this hell with my honour restored.

A good life!

If you could read my heart, you'd feel both pity and horror.

- Cut it out, comedian. - There are 23 dried figs.

Plus 2, 25. It's the day after tomorrow.

"Did you get it, mister lawyer? In two days they'd have acted."

"They kept their piercing eyes on me all night long,"

"while smoking like Turks cigarettes rolled by the Mouse,"

"a man with golden hands, and with a heart of stone."

"I couldn't get in touch with the officers."

"On Sunday, at Mass, I tried to confess, so I that could tell the truth,"

"but the wicked prevented me, so depriving me of religious solace."

- Are you sharpening a spoon?! - Even a spoon can become a weapon.

Spit.

- What is it for? - For you, if you try to play smart.

The guard.

One, two, three, four. Four.

No! What do you want? Don't hurt me!

"There and then, I thought I was done for."

"But, then, I understood that that was not the reason."

"They didn't want me to discover where their gadgets were hidden."

"As a matter of fact, they had a regular arsenal:"

"ropes made out of Mouse's socks, cardboard tubes,"

"and even a gun."

Relieve.

Damn it, in two hours... freedom.

Come on, get to work.

- Work! Come on, moron! - Yes.

I'm not coming. Rather than ruining my life, I'll kill myself.

I'm not joking. I'll blow my brains.

- Don't be stupid, it's made out of bread. - Cut.

Well made. You'd swear it's true.

- Cut. - Yes.

Tagliabue, as soon as we're in the yard, you open the manhole cover.

- It reaches the main sewer... - And it gets out through the west side.

Quickly, it's 10:00. Come on, put the beds back.

Rossi.

What are you doing here?

Get dressed and come out. Quickly.

Me? Out?! Right away, sir!

Thank you, this is the best day of my life.

Today is the 25th, right?

- You're mad! - Move.

July, 25th: Rossi Giacinto is freed from a living hell.

You'll see! Move!

- Where're you taking me? - Move!

I'm innocent.

- Here he is. - What has happened?

- Do you know this? - What is this? Ah, the fake hacksaw!

- I want to talk to the warden. - Talk to me. Where's the real one?

- I want to talk to the warden. - Where did you find this one?

- In the tools cabinet. - So?

You were still assistant nurse when the real one was used!

Yes.

I want to talk to the warden. I'll tell him everything, only to him.

- Escaping in the inside yard?! - It's the truth!

I wanted to tell you, I asked to talk to you. Ask them.

Is it true or not? Tell the truth!

Those two who were with me in the cell, made an act...

...so that I was moved in the cell of those three.

He was hand in gloves with those delinquents!

- But it's me who found the hacksaw! - No.

You talk bullshit!

- No! - You have a slate loose.

It's you who's in command now?!

- Warden... - He realized the hacksaw was fake and alerted us.

- Yes. - Indeed. - Indeed what?

- Indeed. - Make him say "indeed".

Isn't there the sewer trapdoor at the angle of yard 4?

No, of... How is it called? Of the main sewer!

They want to go through the main sewer until it gets out of the walls.

To the west! I wanted to tell you. You'll take into account my sincerity.

I'm a serious person, not a clown. I've got children.

- Take into account, even for the remit. - What is his crime?

- Simulating a crime. - Yes.

- Taking him back to his cell. - No!

- Enough! This escape plan is absurd. - It's the truth, I swear it.

Let me swear. Look upon what I swear.

These are my beloved ones. My wife, my son and daughter.

- Enough clowning! - No!

May I not Se them again if I lie! I've sworn, now you must believe me.

I do, but go back to your cell, or those ones will suspect something.

No!

I must catch them in the act. Do you want to help justice?

Yes!

Yes, but come quickly.

Tell them we called you for family news.

Alright. Good idea, warden.

If what I said proves right, will you ask for a remit?

- I'm making no promises. Go. - Thank you, warden.

What do you mean you're making no promises?!

- Get the team ready. - Yes, sir.

She's dead!

My wife! The day before yesterday!

She died of...

Poor soul!

- No. - No what?

What d'you want?

- You spilled it? - No.

- Yes, you have. - No, may I never see my wife again.

- But didn't you say she was dead? - Yes.

- No! - I don't want to harm you, stay calm.

You spilled everything to the warden, didn't you? Well done!

You did exactly what we wanted. Come on, boys.

- What? - Yeah, like planned.

- It's Scopino who found the fake hacksaw, didn't he? - He's with us.

Come on.

- You really are mad! - Yes.

Now I've got it!

"Have you got it, mister lawyer? That's where they were hiding their stuff."

It surely rains!

Where're you going? At least wait for the rain to stop!

Open up cell 98.

Stay back, warden. You can never tell with Tagliabue.

It's empty!

He was right. They took him with them. Let's stop them at the main sewer!

- Sergeant, call the alarm. - Right away.

Call the alarm!

Turn the search-lights on. Run to the west side!

Come on, move it.

There's no one. The door's closed, they haven't gone this way!

Stop. Don't play games, or I'll strangle you.

- Move the lights! Hey, you! - Get down.

Quickly! Hurry up!

Come out!

On this rain, they risk drowning in the discharge tube.

- And me? - You'll stay here.

Get me up, or I'll shout.

If not, those ones will eat me alive!

Everybody down.

If the rain goes on, the level of the water will rise even more.

- Come out! - Stay here.

You're trapped!

If you give yourselves up, the warden will take this into account.

Tagliabue, Papaleo, Campanacci, Rossi...

Let's get down. Nobody's expecting us there.

The Mouse first, then you two, then me.

This is the abseiling rope, you throw it down at the end.

- I'm going down. - What are you doing, praying? Go down, moron!

Get out, you're trapped!

If you give yourselves up, the warden will take it into account.

You risk getting drowned.

There's hole in the ceiling of cell 98!

There's a cavity between the roof and the ceiling. There's enough room for 10.

I knew it! That one set us on the wrong way, but I'll make him pay for this!

Get the dogs out.

Go down until the ditch, then up to the railway.

Wait for me! Don't jerk around! Tagliabue, Papaleo, Mouse!

You've left me alone! I don't know the way to the bunker.

Where're you? Wait for me! Damn you!

- Hell, there's no one. - Maybe she didn't get here yet.

Let's hope so. Let's get out of the way, let's take shelter.

- Is it her? - No, it's the moron.

- Where're you? - That moron will draw attention on us.

- Oh! - Hey!

Hey, moron!

- What? - We're here!

I hear the voices, but I can't see you.

Just a little more.

- Here. - What?

Don't call for us, moron!

But I didn't name no names.

- Come inside. - I'm dressed up, I found these in a farmhouse.

- Hasn't Marilita come? - No.

Are you sure it was for today?

- Today's the 25th? - Yes.

You only ate two figs?

- Don't you believe me? - What have the figs to do with it?

- Did you eat them? - Yes.

- How many? - 3, no 4.

- Why? - Damn you! Tagliabue, kill him!

No, stay calm.

Come to daddy.

- Don't hurt me! - Swine!

Don't him me on the head, I'm weak. I was sick...

I was sick... On the Greek-Albanian front.

Mercy. Mercy for those who fall.

Kill me if you have to, but don't hurt me.

- No! - Enough!

Thank you, Tagliabue, you're a friend.

Damn worm, you're no friend, you're a spy!

You mustn't even say that word! Got it?

- One has to take a chance for all. - What d'you mean?

We need clothes and a car. We have to get to Marilita.

Correct. Bring out the dough. I must have almost 10,000 lire.

I have 5,000. And you, Papaleo?

I don't know, I'm looking now.

Hold the gun. No, it's not fair, I have to do this.

- You've already done enough for us. - No, I'll go.

As you wish.

Take it, you might need it.

Bye, Mouse.

If you ask me, they must have got Mouse, otherwise he'd have already come back!

- He sacrified himself for us. - Going down for a principle isn't a sacrifice.

Honour is one of these, which is man's precious possession,

even if materialists, also called Marxists, don't like it.

Sure thing.

Damn it! Couldn't have been worse than this!

- With a bore and a moron! - What are we to do now?

- Without the Mouse, we're lost. - True, where will we end up?

- We don't even know where his woman lives. - I knew it.

- The young man has said he knows. - What? You know where she lives?

- Only that, now, I don't remember it anymore. - Come on, squeeze it out!

Hey, bewitched...

Romolo, Numa Pompilio, Anco Marzio, Tullo Ostilio...

...and I never can remember the other three.

- 21 Traversone st. - Are you sure?

I heard it when the packages were distributed.

Now, we have to find ourselves some clothes.

- Servio Tullio, Tarquinio Prisco, Tarquinio the Proud. - Who are they?

Good day, sergeant.

- Maria, has anybody come around here? - No.

- Making preserves? - Yes.

Where're your folks?

On the field. Who're you looking for?

- Your son? - Yes.

- Can I see him? - No, he gets scared.

- There's nobody in here. - We'll check around.

- I stained you. - Doesn't matter.

- Be careful, they're scoundrels. - Don't worry.

How hot it is!

- Bye, Maria. - Goodbye, sergeant.

Nini! What did you do to him?

You must change him, he wet himself.

- Shut up, please... - Cowards!

Help me.

Don't move!

I've always liked a fierce woman. Help me hold her.

Tagliabue, this is madness!

- Red neck! - Let's go.

She has hurt me.

- Come to mummy. - Excuse the bother.

Jerks!

How frightened she got! As if you'd have really killed the child!

- What d'you mean? - You wouldn't have...

- I would, had she talked. - You would?

Those living in this world are all disgusting, treacherous and swines.

But they love kids, so, that's where you can hit them.

True!

Besides, that kid could become a warder, when grown-up.

"Have you understood, mister lawyer, what kind of criminals they were?"

Now, that we're properly dressed, we must find a car.

It really is a swell car. If my wife'd see that!

It's even got a two gear windshield wiper: first and second.

Down, moron! And you, stop reading!

- Let him go. - But there's no one behind.

Please.

- Driving license. - The police!

- Are you coming from Milan? - Yes.

- Did you stop on your way? - Only in Florence, to fill it up.

- Why? - Doesn't matter. Go.

We've also stopped in Traviglia.

Had we said we'd had taken a whore, he'd have written us up.

- Moron, what're you doing? There's no danger anymore. - He passed out.

- What is it? - Nothing. I'm sorry.

- And Papaleo? - He went to fulfill his vengeance of honour.

If they don't catch him first, we'll read about it in the newspapers tonight.

Tagliabue, I'm hungry.

- Olga! - What?

Are you coming? There's "Dance With Us" on.

No, I want to freshen up.

Who is it? Ciccillo!

Oh! No!

- Ah! - Don't move!

- You've cut me. - It's only a spoon. Damn it!

- Ciccillo. - That pet name is dead. For me and you.

It's me who's dying.

- You've hurt me. - How about what you did to me?

- Olga, has anything happened to you? - Answer her.

No, nothing. I was pulling down the suitcase, and it fell on my head.

- What a moron! - I've failed.

- Alcohol. - Alcohol?

In the drawer.

They gave me life. Mine is no life.

Always rejected, disliked by all, since I was born.

Your lover, he was nice, with his pipe and scarf!

Ah, it burns!

- Have you got any band-aids? - Yes, in the box.

- They're looking for you. - I'll give myself up, like the other time

Only that, this time...

What a coward I am.

Darling.

What is there left between us so you can use this word?

Who knows how you must have suffered! D'you want to have a bite?

Can you believe me capable of such a materialistic thought?

In such a moment!

Let go of this hand!

Your face's emaciated, you've lost weight. Wait.

These are the special ones we cook for ourselves.

- What's this? - Meatballs. Try them. I make them for the employees.

Please.

If you only knew how much I've traveled since I left home!

Then countess Santopoli found me this position as a cook.

Refuse it? Who else would have lent me a hand out of my misery?

They taste like the ones in prison. You've put garlic, haven't you?

No, there's only parsley.

Really? I'd have put a little garlic.

Anyway, they're delicious.

I learn to cook for you, not or these brats.

- Mother took a long time teaching me. - Where's your mother now?

She's here. She also works in the kitchen. Don't need to tell you how good she is!

We were born under an unlucky star.

"In the meantime, me and the other madman, had arrived at number 21 on Traversone st"

"Right in the middle of a traffic that had grown while we were away."

"You must be wondering why I didn't leave that unwanted comrade."

"By then, I was 'Riding the tiger', as the Chinese put it."

"It's dangerous riding it, but even more getting down,"

"because the tiger would eat you."

- But it's a cinema. - It's the 21 st. It has to be above the cinema.

- Miss Marilita? - Yes.

Can we get in?

- Who're you? - Mouse's friends.

Intimate ones.

- How come you're here? - The escape was successful. Didn't you find out?

No. I had set the date on the 29th.

It's his fault, this treacherous fig eater!

- Anyway, we made it. - Yes.

But they've got the Mouse.

What?! How did it happen?

We don't know. It's the truth.

Poor Gigino. He wanted out so much!

He said to me: "If they get me, you go to miss Marilita and..."

- At 21 on Traversone st. - "She'll give you everything you need."

- Is it true or not? - Yes.

- That's what he said?! - Literally.

He's a real friend.

Tagliabue. We made the papers.

"Double escape plan, in order to fool the warden."

"The warden has declared..."

".. he had held Rossi Giacinto as having a mediocre intellect,"

"but that that had only been a devious attitude,"

"in order to mask the criminal plan he had conceived and conducted."

- And I am to be under your command? No way! - It's not me that wrote it.

The comb.

- I saw the poor Mouse making this. - Yes.

- He had golden hands. - Do you mind if I keep it as a souvenir?

- No. - Thank you.

How strange life is!

- He, in prison, and his thing, here. - Yes.

Well...

- Where's he? - What are you doing? What d'you want?

There.

- Ah! - Who is he looking for?

Where's he?

If I find him, I'll kill him! Get out, pig!

Ah, he's here?!

- Damn it! If I find him... - There's no one here!

Where is he? Where're you?

Help!

Scoundrel! Coward! Traitor!

I'll explain everything...

The cops were after me, so, rather than...

Are you afraid? It's from bread!

I beg you. I'll give you everything I've got: 2-300,000 lire.

Half for each of us, there's only two of us now.

You're a moron. We're three, there also is the imbecile.

Thank you.

They heard it.

Is it the cops?

Go open, say there's no one. Let's hide outside.

- What shall I say about the shot? - That the gas cylinder blew out.

But I've got an electric stove.

- Good afternoon. Are they here? - They who? There's no one here.

You can trust me, I'm a friend of Mouse's.

- Papaleo, what are you doing here? - You also made it! Great!

You'll be astonished, but I thought about it, and gave it up.

Better.

- Where're you coming from? - Friends again. Let's use this word!

The unlucky star will set down. We also are from your kind.

We who?

Come, Olga.

Miss Olga, my betrothed. Mister Tagliabue.

Charmed.

My friend Giacinto.

Ah, the lady is the mother of my betrothed.

- It's hot, isn't it? - The stairs!

And even our friend Mouse is here. Where did he disappear?

Maybe he went to the bathroom.

His gun.

He's no fool!

- Let's beat it! - Run that way, I'll try holding them.

They were watching your betrothed's house. It was better if you'd have kill her!

I'm dumbfounded.

- Ciccillo! - Quickly!

Let's go!

You can't go this way. Move.

Let's go back!

- Push! - No, pull!

Let's go on the cinema's roof.

Look if the road's clear.

Ciccillo, the suitcase.

Ouch! O God! Ouch!

Come on, Papaleo!

- And mother? Don't abandon us. - It's madness, they'll get us!

Mother's slowing us down. Trust me, we'll get together. I'll write.

- One's here! - Ciccillo.

Take the girl, she's fainted.

- Have you called the ambulance? - Yes, dottore.

- Stay calm. - Let's go the other way.

"We avoided capture going through the following:"

"a monastery's basement... a garbage dump and a cart."

"The dawn of the the 30th found us, desperate, in Canemorto."

- Get down, come on. - What's the matter?

Giacinto, frisk him.

- How much have you got on you? - 3-4,000 lire, not more.

Here it is. I go without money because I live around here.

Where?

There. Behind those electricity cables, there's the village.

- Have you got any money at home? - Yes, some.

Go home and bring me 300,000 lire. Your daughter stays here.

300,000 lire?!

Yes! And if you play games with us, I'll play games with you!

- Got it? - Yes.

Go! We'll wait for you there.

- Please, don't move, don't breathe. - Come on, go!

Got it?

- Do you like blackberries? - Yes.

What's your name?

- What d'you care? - Marcella.

- What's daddy's work? - He's a miner.

At the Tolfa aluminium mines?

- No. Coal coke. - There's no coal coke around here.

- My father doesn't live here, he lives in Charleroi. - Where?

- In Charleroi. - In Belgium.

Then who's that one?

I don't know, he gave me a lift.

I was to go buy eggs from one Menicuccio, in the village.

- Damn! - Ah, he wasn't your dad!

Come!

Bye, Marcella.

"Our last attempt to get some money had failed miserably."

"I suggested we went to Civitavecchia."

"There, sometimes, ships take on stowaways."

"There I knew that famous repenting clam fisherman."

"He'd help us, me thought."

- Come on, jerk. - I want a little water.

- Where from? - At least a drop.

The frogs.

So what?

Frogs are never far away from water. Come on!

Water! So good! Even better than wine!

Come here!

Are they coming for us?

Tagliabue, they're throwing gas! We can't breathe!

What a stink!

Don't drink. It's DDT, against mosquitoes, it's poison.

With all the fleas we got on us, what a massacre!

Leave me, Tagliabue. I can't make it anymore.

And what about me? I'm the one carrying you, not you me.

Go to the clam fisherman in my name, I'll stay here.

I may be dying.

Giacinto. The sea.

- Where? I can't see it. - Yes, here's the sea! Look!

Damn it, the sea!

- We're here! The sea! - "It's the voice of my heart."

What are you doing, taking me into your arms?

Let's go on the road, it's easier.

Always straight ahead.

Run, let's hurry.

Fisherman!

Garibaldo! Garibaldo, my friend!

- Who are you? - It's me!

I don't know you!

- I'm Giacinto, the man who's life you have ruined. - You surely are ugly!

I'm sorry. The police is after us, you must hide us!

Find us a ship, even for the Far East!

"The fisherman, while looking for a way out,"

"had hid us in an iron ship, abandoned under the sun."

- Aren't you going to eat the clams? - They stink.

It's true, they stink.

What shall I do? Throw them away?

- Damn...! - It burns, doesn't it?

Scorching sun, isn't it?

- It was cooler in the cell. - Yes, but freedom's better.

That's for sure.

Of course it's better!

Can I have a bite?

- What of? - What are you eating?

- Nothing, I'm swollen. - Oh, sure, your tooth. Does it hurt?

- Who is it? - It's me, who'd you want to be?

- What did you bring us? - A couple of clams.

We've had enough of clams, and we're dying of thirst. No water?

I forgot.

- What news? - Good ones, and bad ones.

I found the ship: a Turkish one, sails the day after tomorrow in the evening.

Disembarkment at Port Said, in Africa. This is the good news.

But the Turkish sailor wants 200,000 lire, and that's the bad one.

If you had told us the bad one right away, you'd have saved your breathe.

200,000 lire?! Where from?

Listen, I've repented for having done you wrong.

I've redeemed myself, I brought you clams.

- Now d'you also want me to get the money? - Who said anything about that?

Well, anyway, that's what the Turkish sailor wants, or no deal.

Goodbye. See you in the morning.

Garibaldo, don't bring us no clams anymore. At least an chicory omelette.

Bye.

Did you hear? Who's gonna give us 200,000 lire?

- I don't know. I don't have no friends, nor relatives. - Yes!

I could ask my wife!

Garibaldo!

Garibaldo!

- What d'you want? - Come here.

- I must ask you a favour. - Damn, what a nuisance!

"The good fellow took me to see my family, which had been evicted,"

"and was then living 5 km from Palidoro, in Maraccia."

"Nota bene: what I am going to tell you, from now to the end, mister lawyer,"

"must stay between the two of us,"

"as it might put in jeopardy the existence of four people."

"That's why, mum's the word! Did you get me, mister lawyer?"

Ileana.

- It's me, Giacinto. - Did you think I didn't recognize you?

Go away! You want to ruin my life yet again?

- Go away! Go away! - Stay calm, Ileana, I'll explain everything.

This isn't your house, and not even mine, because I'm a guest here.

They evicted us from the house we lived in. What d'you want? Who are you?

"It's true that everything changes, mister lawyer, but she had changed too much."

"To me it seemed we had got married only yesterday."

"The teacher's daughter. All pupils had come at the wedding."

"She was so young, she seemed one of them."

"Beautiful merry day, with a blue sky,"

"you only are a beautiful memory in these disgusting days."

Mrs. Ileana, what happened?

- Good evening. - My husband. He...

- I know. - Thank you.

Don't make any noise, the kids are sleeping.

- Yours? - Hers.

Then, they're mine!

- Where're you going? You're in a foreign house! - Where're they?

Don't wake them up.

Duillio is growing a nose.

- What's in here? - The water-closet.

- And here? - The kitchen.

The kid is taking after grandpa, he had such a big nose...

- Excuse me, but where do you sleep? - Yes, yes, yes!

It's three years you've been in jail!

Because of you I lost my job, I worked as a servant,

I ruined my health for a little bread!

Who took care of the kids? Who fed them?

Who cured Marinella when she had pneumonia? Who?

- I don't know. - You should thank mister Coppola if we're alive.

- You should kiss the ground under before his footsteps! - Calm down.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

I'll explain everything...

There's nothing to explain. It's him that should be embarrassed!

Mister Coppola has fed your children.

Look in what state he got because of us. He's ill, he has silicosis!

He has lost everything, he has made debts with everyone, he has sold everything.

He built this hut. He's got an insurance.

10,000 lire a month it costs him.

Another one in his place would have killed himself, but not him!

Because he's got a heart. He's a real father, a working man.

He's no lazy bum, no good-for-nothing.

Good-for-nothing! The ruin of my life!

What's that she said you've got?

- Silicosis. - What's that?

I was working in a kiln: vitrified bricks and tiles.

- Silica dust inflames the lungs. - Eh, yes.

- Giacinto. - Yes.

You don't fool me.

- I know why you came here. - What?

- You came to ask for money. - I?! You must be crazy!

- He came to ask for money. - He chose the right time!

Go away, Giacinto.

D'you want the police to come here? D'you want to ruin me for good?

But, rather than going to prison because of you, I'll denounce you!

- Ileana, the children! - I'll get the reward, at least!

Here, look who you are.

False accusations, kidnapping, child abuse, attempted rape!

What d'you mean attempted rape?

It's about a woman who lent us some clothes. It wasn't me.

Ileana, do you think me capable of such a thing?

I don't know why they wrote those things. I've got no idea.

Marinella!

- Who's he? - He's... an uncle who came from America.

And now, he's leaving.

- How big is the reward? - One million.

- Of course, you've never made that much. - You can't get it.

Why not?

- You can't testify against your husband. - Sure!

Laws are made by men! Women should only raise the children.

The denounce is valid only if it's made by a stranger, not by a relative.

- Excuse, I say it just like this. - Please.

But what would it solve? We owe almost 400,000 lire.

- Rather 500,000. - And we want to send the kids to college.

We wanted to send him to Immacolatella, but we'd need at least 150,000 lire.

- Isn't it? - To Immacolatella?

Then, there's the things we've pawned, the eviction, the furniture...

A million would fill the holes, but wouldn't solve the problem.

We'd send a destitute in prison, and his sacrifice would be useless.

Nobody sacrifices himself. It was for the children.

But, excuse me, where're you going?

- Well, I... - He can't stay here.

Your husband is intelligent. He knows it's a matter of hours.

Maybe days, but then they'll nail him.

And some moron will get the money.

- It wouldn't be fair, don't you think so? - I don't know.

- Augusto, it's useless, there's no... - Exactly, there's no...

I also say so. Exactly.

- If we could take on Cenciarella... - The college?

- That one is Immacolatella. - Yes.

Cenciarella is the kiln.

The owner would sell it, because he can't manage it anymore.

- He got sick. - Silicosis?

- No, diabetes. A gentleman's disease. - Yes.

If I took over the kiln with one of my cousins,

900.000 lire a piece would be enough.

- He'd have to be worth the double. - Well, he isn't.

- That is if... - If what?

The other one. Sooner or later they'll get him, anyway. Where's he?

- Tagliabue? - Yes, a million you, one he... Where's he hiding?

- Not him, what's he got to do? - You're covering up for that assassin?!

He's a friend.

- Giacinto, tell me something. - Yes.

In your opinion, what counts more, a friend, or your family?

My family, of course.

But, it's shameful.

It's shameful!

Take this, Giacinto.

He fell asleep. Like a baby.

- How old is he? - Forty.

"I gave up under duress and we agreed I'd go back, like nothing had happened."

"Coppola went to make the denunciation, there was nothing I had to do."

"I only had to pretend I was surprised when the policemen would get here."

"It wasn't easy pretending that,"

"because I felt like Judas, or even worse."

Tagliabue.

Tagliabue.

It's me, Giacinto.

- Don't you feel well? - I'm cold.

What d'you mean? It's hot!

Here, here's your shirt, cover yourself.

- Let me see. - Don't touch me.

It looks better.

The swell is gone, it's much better.

- Have you seen your wife? - Yes.

And the dough?

- What dough? - The money!

There'll be money. What time is it?

- Did you bring it? - No.

But now Ileana goes for it, and then she'll bring it here.

- Look if the ship's still there. - Yes, I'm going.

- The Turkish ship is still there, waiting for us. - Alright.

Giacinto, where's Porto Said?

I don't know, but what d'you care?

Italians always do good in foreign countries.

- Can you do me a favour? - Even two.

- Pull out this damn tooth. - How?

- Pull it out, you fucking Judas! - Wait a second.

- Who is it? - The pope.

Here.

- What are you doing? - Disinfecting. Let me do it, I'm a nurse.

Give it to me.

Open up.

You wanted it. Open your mouth, and don't shout, or they'll hear us.

Open your mouth.

Which tooth hurts?

Sure?

Yes, here it is. Open wide. Open wide.

It's nothing, just a moment... Open wide. It's nothing.

Quiet! Quiet!

What are you doing to him? Murderer! Let him go!

- The tooth. - Damn, what a tooth! Here, a little wine.

Rinse.

A few more shouts, and all the port would have come here.

Now, there's another tooth to pull:

the Turk wants double, because he found out there's a reward.

- What reward? - I don't know. What reward?

A million each. That's why the Turk sailor wants 400,000 lire.

What a fucking...

- Giacinto. - Yes?

- You don't have to play the gentleman. - What?

The money your wife brings is enough for you. You can start all over, I can't.

- You go, I'll stay. - What's that to do, Tagliabue?

- Do as I tell you, moron! - Stay calm.

Then, what shall it be?

- For this... do me a favour. - Anything.

If you have another son, give him my name.

Mario?

I know, it's little common. Nobody would know you did it for me.

- It doesn't matter. - No, wait. I'll call him Tagliabue.

- Tagliabue Rossi. Sounds Ok. - And what if it's a girl?

- I'll call her "Tagliamucca", it ain't bad. - Don't make me laugh.

- The cops! Who spilled? - I didn't!

- It was him! - Are you stupid?!

- I'll kill you! - Help!

- Coward! - What d'you want to do?

I'll kill you, you'll see!

- Giacinto. - I want to kill him

Let's try and save ourselves!

- Let me kill him! - Let's run, let's dive into the sea.

- Can you swim? - Yes.

- Then let's escape swimming. - Yes.

- Throw yourself into the water! - Yes.

- Are you afraid? - No, but...

Come on!

Ah! O God!

Stop, don't move!

Don't shoot, I give myself up.

- Come out. - Quickly, move.

Give yourself. Throw the gun down.

Come here.

Move.

- It didn't work out. - Go!

Another time. Bye, friend

The mastermind of the escape has been arrested. Rossi, tell us something.

How did you come up with the idea of the double escape plan? Tell us.

I felt alright in the prison, then the commendatore told me:

"Denounce the criminal plan, and you'll be home by Christmas".

- You know, I have two children... - Who is this commendatore?

- Tell us. - Come on, let's go.

The sea is the voice of my heart,

And the voice of your heart...

"This being said, I pray of you, mister lawyer, do a good job with this trial."

"I don't have any money to pay you, but I trust you."

"Your most humble: Rossi Giacinto."