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- Go on, hurry! - OK.
Wait!
Ouch... it's full of thorns.
- Is it shut properly? - Yes.
- What's up? - With who, me?
Who else? My grandfather!?
And that look on your face? Are you having second thoughts?
No, I want to check the engine. It's making a funny noise.
- It's not charging up. - Maybe the fan belt's broken.
Start it up.
- No... shall I check the sparks? - Yes.
- Weren't you thirsty? - Why?
- The bar's outside. - Come with me...
I wanna see what's wrong with the car.
- Here... - No thanks, I'm going on my own.
- Shall I get you an ice cream? - No.
Forget it, I just remembered something urgent I have to do.
Please tell that young lady to wait for me at the bar.
- All right. - And give her this suitcase.
- Here. - No... thank you.
GIRL WITH A SUITCASE
- Hi. - Haven't you gone yet?
- Dad left, but I'm still here... - Why?
Given his first month's exam results, I made it very clear to his father.
If the boy goes off even for one week, I won't held be responsible.
- I see... is auntie in? - She went to Forli this morning.
- Is she back tonight? - Sure.
Excuse me...
- She went to fire the accountant... - It was about time!
- Are you sure she's coming back? - Yes, tonight, maybe a bit late.
- All right, bye. Excuse me... - Or course.
- Your brother? - Yes.
- Oh pardon me, I didn't introduce him... - It doesn't matter.
- I thought you'd met. - Let's continue.
"Qua mihis supremo Un tempus in urbe fuit".
- May I? - Yes.
- You've got loads of mail. - From who?
Tim... Greetings from Voklabruck, Austria.
- Antonian Orphanage. - What do they want?
Mark with a cross the desired blessing:
family well-being, work, salary, good marriage, good death,
for the Pope, the Homeland, world peace... our postal account...
Get this ironed and the mothball smell out.
- What would you choose? - Homeland.
- Get this washed too. - The rest are medical ads.
Throw them away.
Who's that? Is Gigi in, please?
Fainardi, thanks.
Gigi? It's Marcello, I got in half an hour ago.
You didn't get the telegram? So, are you coming with me?
Yes, early tomorrow.
Oh no, I have to wait for my aunt. I'm broke.
OK. But I'll call before leaving.
Yes, bye.
Take all this, lower the blinds and let me sleep.
Hello? Who?
Marchiori? No, this is the Fainardi house.
Fainardi! No, madam, wrong number.
Goodbye.
Hello? No, wrong number again.
Yes, it's 42116.
Yes, I know: Marchiori. But we don't know him.
No, the number hasn't changed.
What? In this street?
No, to our left we've got Mr. Agapito...
Lucia, stop that! Hang up, we're not an information agency.
I don't know what to tell you.
I'm sorry. No, no... goodbye.
No... goodnight.
- Who was it? - A wrong number.
And you start chatting?
She was crying.
I'm going to put the car in the garage.
Why?
- Why was she crying? - Who knows?
She was crying... and your 'nice' brother accuses me of chit-chatting.
Careful... are you through?
Steady... here, turn.
OK, down!
- Who's that? - Not auntie. She's got a key.
Here.
Lucia, Lucia! Leave it, we'll go.
What is it?
Listen, it's a girl looking for me.
Go tell her I'm not in, in fact, say you don't know me.
Ah, say whatever you want but send her away.
- But who is she? - Don't be scared.
She's an idiot. Whatever you say will be OK.
She'll believe anything.
- Was that her on the phone? - Yes.
How did that idiot find me?
Go on... Go!
- What do you want me to say? - Just say you don't know me, that's all!
Go on, I'll give you 1,000 lira.
I'm sorry...
No problem.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I'm sorry, you don't know me but...
I'm from the insurance company, the Sicurtà.
I'm sorry for the odd hour, I've come from Milan.
I'm told you have a Grey Aurelia with blue polka-dot upholstery.
- No. - Really?
Not any more, we sold it two months ago.
- To who? - I don't know, my father handled it.
He's not home, he's not even in Parma.
- But isn't this the Marchiori home? - Marchiori?
- Marcello Marchiori. - No, the Fainardi family lives here.
Tell me the truth. It means life or death to me.
Is Marchiori here or not?
- Well, no... - Swear on it.
I swear.
Madonna, My Lord... what will I do now?
Lousy, filthy brute! What harm did I do?
Miserable coward.
I'm sorry... if you only knew!
- Don't you know him by name? - Who, Marchiori?
You saw him if he bought your father's car. Tall, dark...
I'll show you, here.
Here, look.
Not me, I came out bad. That one.
So, do you know him?
No, sorry.
It doesn't matter, I'm sure I'll find him.
Sure, where's he going to go!
I've never let anyone cheat me.
- Are there hotels at the station? - Yes, lots.
- Which way do I go? - Well... it's some way.
Take the tram at the corner down there.
Get off two stops from the end.
Thanks.
- Wait...may I? - It's heavy.
- No problem. - Thanks.
- I'm not from the insurance. - No?
- May I? Aida. - Lorenzo Fainardi.
A pleasure.
Hello? Yes, Fainardi.
The young man? Which?
Oh, Lorenzo... Who's speaking? What?
One moment. Lorenzo!
- Yes, auntie. - Telephone.
He's coming.
- Who is it? - I don't know, some Aida Zapponi.
Hello?
Yes, it's me, hello.
Who's this Aida?
One moment... One of my classmate's sisters.
Hello?
Please, excuse me.
Yes... yes.
What? But I can't.
Tell me now, it's the same thing.
No, if it's about last night, I told you that I...
What's it about then?
Come in.
Come in!
It's locked.
- Who is it? - Lorenzo Fainardi.
One moment!
- Hello... how are you? - Fine... and you?
Come in.
Forgive me not shaking hands, I'm whitening my shoes.
I hate shoot polish, don't you?
It gets everywhere. I had to use my toothbrush to put it on...
so it came out sort of pink...
- Take a seat. - Thanks.
Want a brioche? They're fresh.
- No, thanks. I've had breakfast. - So what? Otherwise I'll take offence.
Well... thanks.
I phoned you because that miserable Marchiori,
has left me in an embarrassing situation.
I wanted to know... with no obligation, of course...
if this might interest you.
- What is it? - Look, look... open it.
It's a travel iron. I've only used it once or twice.
There's a transformer too... what's the voltage in Parma?
- I don't know... - Just turn this thing here...
and iron.
- Interested? - Well...
If you're not interested who cares, I've still got a buck or two.
But since I need to stay a few days...
until I find him!
I need a little extra... maybe 5,000 lira...
Or... 4,000.
- Too much? - Not at all.
I thought... he can give his mother a nice present...
The case is leather... he can put a note inside...
After all it's new.
Yes, perhaps.
What an idiot!
- Sorry, I didn't realise. - You couldn't have guessed.
One can tell right away your mother is dead... forgive me.
- Sure. - Forget it, I'll manage.
I've already called home. A money order takes no time.
- Go, or you'll be late for class. - Oh God! Yes...
Bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
While the term "crown" refers to...
the area between two concentric
circumferences.
- Two circumferences? - Concentric.
What element do the two circles have in common?
The centre.
And not?
The radius!
So, I mean a donut, can you draw one?
OK, fine... However, show me the crown.
This, no? This is the crown... Right?
There's no point explaining how to find it. It's late.
- You're day dreaming today... - No, teacher.
OK, when's our next class?
- Monday. - Monday...
But Monday's the 6th. Wait a moment.
I've included the ten lessons from last trimester.
Give this to your aunt and tell her to check the bill.
I'm no good with numbers.
Will you do some equations for Monday?
Write.
Father...
What do you want from this father?
I wanted to know if...
one is responsible for what your relatives do?
That's hardly algebra! What kind of relative?
A brother, for example.
If one finds a brother has treated someone unjustly...
are you obliged to make amends?
Is the brother older or younger?
Older.
Is a woman involved?
Yes.
Well... first one needs to establish if this younger brother...
is capable of judging if the matter is unjust.
It's more than unjust, father!
It's mean, dirty... I can't even describe it.
Forget it, Lorenzo.
- What do you mean? - Believe me, forget it.
Why not try to solve my maths problems instead?
They're a lot less complicated. Go on, write... So...
x squared...
- Madam, your gloves. - Thank you, Lucia.
- Don't forget the lunch. - Yes, madam.
- Are you coming, Lorenzo? - No, those people bore me.
I'll be back late.
- Auntie... - Yes?
- Can I have some money? - More? What about yesterday's 1,000?
- Well... I had to change a brake. - And what's this for?
Well... it's Sunday.
I wanted to go swimming... then maybe the cinema.
Here's 1,000 lira... not enough?
Try to make it last.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Is that girl still here? - Forget her, you talk too much!
She still hasn't paid her room.
- She's a good for nothing... - She'll pay, you'll see.
- This is a hotel, not a hospice. - She'll pay, you'll see.
- Do you still have her papers? - Sure.
Good, we might need them to make her pay, right?
- Oh... Hello. - Hello.
- Why are you here? - I was looking for you.
- Me? - Yes, because...
I changed my mind about your offer.
Listen, I've no idea what I'll do with an iron...
but I could anyway... if you'll let me...
What's that? A letter?
No, it's...
No... listen...
No, not that... anyway I don't need it anymore... really.
But, look it's only a loan.
You'll pay me back.
- Yes, but when? - When you can.
When your money order comes, or you can send it, whatever.
- Are you sure it's OK? - Yes.
Swear it!
I swear.
- Did you know him long? - Marchiori? 15 days.
- Do you love him? - What? Are you crazy?
- Why do you ask? - Well, just...
- You're so keen to find him. - After what he did to me!
I had it all, 4,500 lira a night!
I was with the Piero Venotti orchestra, the 'Siren of Riccione' they called me...
He showered me with compliments.
You're this... you're that... believe me, I know...
I can help. You're wasted here... Endless flattery.
He promised me a record deal, shows with Macario.
He took me on holiday for 5 days, then vanished!
You see? So here I am.
- Come in. - May I?
- Is it OK? - Sure.
- The phone's in there. - Thanks.
- Take a seat. - I've changed my mind. Let's go.
- Why? - Someone might come, your aunt...
But I told you, no one's here till 7. Come in and have a seat.
- Come on. - Thanks.
Thanks.
Riccione, please. What number?
Hotel Alba, Mr Benotti.
Mr Benotti... BE-NO-TTI. Hotel Alba.
I don't know the number.
42116, yes... Yes, thanks.
- I hope I'm not being a pain... - No.
If so, we give up and go.
To you it's nothing, but if they won't have me back, where will I go?
Yes, of course.
- Can you do a low voice? - I think so.
Try saying: "Hello, Marchiori speaking".
Hello? Marchiori speaking.
Maybe!
Don't say you're Marchiori, say you're a friend.
- It's more... - Yes, OK.
If they don't hurry he'll leave. Sundays they start at 6.
- Do you want me to insist? - No.
Great idea!
Ask if I happen to be there, etc...
Say I dumped you and at a certain moment,
start shouting.
Get heated, threaten to sue.
"I'll sue her! The contract? She has to come back!"
Get it?
Then, in passing... you change tactics.
Offer to cut a deal and to have me come back...
you're ready to take him too, to make me happy.
- Take who? - Him... Piero.
- Isn't he the director? - Drummer, factotum, whatever.
- Is he your fiancé? - What?
You're young but... Yes, we're... almost engaged.
- Almost? - Well, not officially.
Do you... love him?
Well... sometimes yes, sometimes no.
For example, now yes.
But sometimes I'd kill him. He's selfish, jealous, egotistical...
Thinks only of himself. Women should stay home do the dishes.
Since he's a mediocre musician, they take me, not him.
He throws a spoke in my wheel, clips my wings.
He's stupid, he doesn't realise my success will help him too.
Things went bad with Marchiori, but what a tragedy he made of it!
In art, couples don't work!
Hello? Yes...
- Yes, hello. - Who is it?
- Hello? Yes... - Who is it?
- The operator. - Oh... sorry.
Hello, Hotel Alba? Who is this?
Ah... hello.
- How are you? - Get to the point!
- Who, me? - A friend!
I'm a friend of yours and Aida.
Where's Aida? I bet she's with you.
I'm Marchiori, she dumped me, I'll sue you!
No, listen, I'm prepared to take you too.
No? No, no...
I'm not Marchiori? Who am I then?
What's he saying? What?
What's he saying?
Tell that idiot she's replaced. She can go kill herself!
Tell her to stop breaking my...
He hung up.
Piero! Piero!
But miss...
I'm not the kind to despair!
- One robs me, another dumps me. - It's my fault...
Not at all. At least this way I owe nothing to no one.
Nothing to no one.
A breather. Tomorrow I'll get going, you'll see.
You'll see.
I stink! In that hotel you wash in stages.
- Do you want a bath? - Yes, but how?
It's not 5 yet, will two hours be enough?
- I'm dirty, but not that bad! - Then I'll run a bath.
- No, listen... - Let me, it's no problem.
Come on, come in.
Why are you making such a mess?
What robe do you want: yellow, blue or red?
- I don't know, whatever. - It's the same to me.
- Go on, don't be polite. - OK, then... yellow.
There.
Here.
Lavender!
- Is this all linens? - Yes.
What is this, a hospital?
The bath's upstairs.
And I planned to sell you an iron!
Come, it's here.
Excuse me for prying... is this yours or rented?
The house?... No, it's ours.
To tell the truth, mine.
My mother left me the house and my brother the country estate.
- You have a brother? - Yes, younger.
I felt so bad when you lent me money,
but you're loaded like King Farouk!
- It's that door. - Thanks.
Just a minute, I'll get you some slippers.
What is it?
Wow... a black bath!
- I don't understand. - It's black.
- What? - The bath.
Yes, it's a bit of a morgue, I know.
- There's another by the garden. - No, this black one.
I didn't know Italy had these.
Well... the talcum powder's here.
- Powder. - Thanks.
- And cologne here. - Thanks.
If you need anything else...
- No, just you out. - Oh yes, sorry.
- Enjoy your bath. - Thanks.
Lorenzo... I've flooded the place!
Where are you? Where are you?
What's up?
What are you doing?
[Celeste Aida by Giuseppe Verdi]
There were four of us in the ballet one year:
Me, this Mirka, who still owes me 2,000 lira,
a Calabresi called Nigra Portorico,
and a 37 year old who we called the "crane".
- Why? - Her foot would only go this high!
God how I love eggs!
If it's a choice between eggs and a lobster...
- Want some? - No...
Go on, have some!
Thanks.
Why can't dancers live by themselves?
They can't get by. Everything's paid, except food.
You can sleep midday, but nights, either you're invited or...
Some nights are a dud, but one out of four girls usually scores some schmo.
And then?
When the fool hands you the menu, you say:
"I'm a tad hungry this evening..." and then order loads!
The moment he looks away, down into the napkin!
Chicken breasts, meatballs, cheese, a banana... for the gang.
That's the life!
Well... hardly.
- What are you doing? - Washing up. If they find...
- Let me. - Why?
Go on, move it.
Thank you.
- And then? - What?
- You took the others dinner then... - Later...
I'd go to bed, two to a bed, if we were lucky,
but sometimes four of us.
What hotels! By comparison the one I'm in now is the 'Royal'.
Then?
Well, you put the light out... "goodnight", "goodnight".
- Then we'd talk till 5! - About what?
Nothing, nonsense.
One night we'd discuss careers, another we'd marry.
One wanted to marry a violinist.
Nigra avoided surgeons because she feared they'd neglect her for their work.
And you... who did you want to marry?
Huh... it depended.
Well... who did I prefer?
- The Duke of Edinburgh. - What?
I topped everyone with the Duke of Edinburgh!
Ah, when I think of it... the palaces he had!
The halls...
and black baths.
Hello...
Get the suitcase, please.
Thanks. Coming?
- You can change your mind... - Come on!
You handle it!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- How are you? And your father? - I'm fine. Father's on vacation.
Do you have a room for the daughter of my aunt's friend?
- Yes... - She just arrived and my aunt...
Will madam be staying long?
I don't know... I don't think so.
- A front room if possible. - Sure, for your aunt...
- I'll move someone. - Thanks a lot.
The swimming pool!
There's the television. The restaurant's at the back.
- Is engineer Francia back? - Not yet, but he phoned.
He's always away! Let's see if there's mail.
- Here, doctor, it's for you. - What a lot of stuff!
- My key, please. - Of course.
Crosia, take a look over there.
- Well... goodbye. - Are you going?
Yes...
I don't know what to say, but you understand.
Yes, sure.
- Don't you want me to thank you? - There's no need.
- Miss, are you going up? - Thanks, yes.
Will you call? When?
- Sorry... - I don't know, whenever.
Bye.
When?
Tonight, bye.
How come you're studying at night?
- I didn't finish in time. - No wonder. You're out all day.
Or just staring into space.
- Will you be long? - No, I'm nearly done.
Give this to Father Improna and try to finish soon.
- Don't leave the lights on. - OK.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Idiot, cretin, moron, fool!
Aida, is that you?
Oh, hi, sorry! Some morons are playing jokes.
A wrong number maybe... why are you calling so late?
I couldn't earlier, we had to go out.
How are you?
- No. - Why?
I didn't have a dress and everyone looked so smart.
I didn't want to be laughed at.
- Surely you had... - No, all rags.
Lunch is OK, but my only evening dress is a sequin stage gown.
I couldn't wear that.
You must be hungry... order room service.
No, It's not like I'm sick. It's no problem, I'll sleep now.
It's hardly the first time!
I'm sorry... not just for the food, for everything.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
- Who is it? - There's a parcel for you.
A parcel? Come in!
It's locked.
Wait a moment.
Come in.
Where shall I put it?
There.
- Good day. - Good day.
I'll go!
Hello?
Why crazy?
Why silly?
I chose in a hurry.
When will you try them on?
Yes.
What?
Me?
Tonight? No, how can I?
I'd come right away, but... my aunt?
Yes, I know it's a pain... but still...
Let me think.
Yes, sorry.
Kill your aunt, bash her on the head...
- Hi. - Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
How do I look?
Great.
Great, wonderful!
- Who are they? - Big shots, oil dealers.
I'm not sure... they're huge in ads, TV, radio, cinema!
Come, I'll introduce you.
Will you ruin my party again?
- Leave my wife and family alone. - I'm going to break my glass.
Stop it.
- Pino, I'll smash it. - Go ahead!
- I really will break it. - Go on, I don't care.
Hey, you really did break it! This woman's gone crazy...
- Is this your cousin? A pleasure. - A pleasure.
How are you?
- Allow me to introduce... - Lorenzo Fainardi.
Count Lorenzo Fainardi, my cousin.
Hey, we'll eat outside!
- For how many? - For six... seven people.
- What's for dinner? - Relax, leave it to Francia.
Fine, but stop, OK?
- Francia, a pleasure. - A pleasure.
- You like lobster, right? - I love it.
- It's an aphrodisiac. - What?
I'll explain later.
- No worries. - Shall we go?
Aida...
- We'll still do a movie, right? - Sure.
What's wrong with dinner? They're paying, why say no?
Hey Tosca... Carmen... Aida... what is your name?
Come, let's go. When did you arrive?
Lorenzo, enough drink.
Want to dance?
No.
If he'd said yes, I would've punched him out!
I'm sorry, we've had complaints, it's past midnight.
I'm going... goodnight and thanks.
- Goodbye, have a good night. - Goodnight.
- Wait for me outside. - How long?
- If I can... - What?
I'll catch up.
Now we have to deal with kids... cut it out!
A pleasure... goodnight.
Well, yes...
Bye then.
Happy now, cousin?
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
- There's that Porta Maggiore place... - Let's go!
Yes, let's go!
♪ Never, never again ♪
♪ I'll never love you so much for all my life ♪
♪ Never, never again ♪
♪ I won't give you my heart like I did ♪
♪ And you know it, baby, ♪ ♪ I was crazy for you ♪
♪ Never, never again ♪
♪ I won't caress you anymore, baby ♪
♪ Never, never again ♪
♪ You won't hear my sweet lovin' words anymore ♪
♪ You'll never have a love like this again ♪
♪ I was crazy for you ♪
♪ You were crazy for me ♪
♪ But then I understood ♪
♪ You were not the one for me ♪
♪ From the day that you ♪
♪ Betrayed me like that ♪
♪ Because you don't have a heart ♪
♪ You hurt me ♪
♪ Never, never again ♪
What's with you? Don't I even get a goodbye?
- I said goodbye. - Sure, kind of!
Hey, I'm talking to you!
You can still catch up, no victims here.
What's got into you?
Have you gone funny in the head?
When you said no I jumped to attention.
You got it all wrong. Happy? I was bored stiff...
We couldn't go to the movies, Lorenzo.
We'd eat and then just go? We're hardly cannibals!
- I saw you were having fun. - Me?
You're gonna make yourself sick.
- What a peasant! - Who?
You didn't even realise how he was treating you.
I was going to teach him some manners!
He'd have learned something, I can tell you.
I wanted to go up, smile and say...
"You're a filthy coward. Get out...
no fuss, follow me".
If you had, I'd have been happy.
That guy was totally awful!
This we ditch.
- Aida... - Yes?
I don't know why I'm telling you...
but when I met you...
I thought that at the slightest hint that you might need me...
I'd come running.
You're the only person who needs me.
Maybe not... but anyway I...
No, it's true.
You've done too much already.
Go home, it's time for bed.
- Come on, wait! - It's late, I'm up early tomorrow.
I'm not on vacation, I have to get busy.
Lorenzo...
- I want to sleep here. - Do you realise the time?
- What about your aunt? - Oh, no...
Lorenzo...
Lorenzo!
Another 5 minutes... sing something then I go home.
- They've already complained. - Sing softly... whisper.
Then you'll go home?
I swear.
Now sing something.
What a big hand... almost bigger than mine!
What a fine nose... in a couple of years women will go wild for you!
What do I care about "will"?
Now get to bed!
Go!
Just wait till I write your father!
Go... go!
Check when he comes in and goes out and don't dare give him money!
Sure...
Hello?
The Ancona train Bologna-Milan is arriving on platform 1,
before Bologna, stopping at Cesena and Forlì.
Aida...
- Why? Where are you going? - Nowhere.
Then... why?
- Did the hotel tell you? - Yes.
Here's the train.
Piero's coming... the Riccione guy... Go, we'll meet later.
- How did he find you? - I sent a telegram.
Yesterday.
To show him I'm staying at the Jolly.
- Now go. - Why didn't you tell me?
I forgot.
- What's he coming for? - I don't know!
It's coming... Sorry, I'll call you.
Through train on platform 4.
Stand back on platform 4, through train coming.
You risk everything, but it's worth it,
you lose some win some.
- What? - I forgot... I found Marchiori.
- What? - Yes...
- Really. - Yes!
Well?
One moment... my shoe!
Attention platform 3, through train, don't cross.
Attention platform 3, through train coming.
- Why are you crying? - Nothing.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
The man who bought father's car spoke to my aunt this morning.
- They were looking for papers... - Swear it.
I swear.
- Why were you crying? What did he do? - Nothing.
- If you're not sure, tell me... - I'm sure.
Did you speak to him?
Yes.
He didn't give you a false name, or mean to dump you.
He wanted to try the car, got into the country...
- And it broke down. - Swear it.
I swear.
Listen... hey...
He's my height, blond, blue eyes and...
He's got a gold ring... on his finger...
with a family seal.
- What does he smoke? - Turmac.
Wait... he wears a small cross on a necklace... gold.
Yes, that's him.
See? It's true.
And this guy wanted to take me away... He'll see!
- He wants to see you today. - When?
- He said 3.30. - Where?
Outside the museum... Piazza Della Pilotta.
OK... Watch me fix this guy.
- Are you Miss Zepponi? - Yes.
I'm Don Pietro Improna, I'd like to talk.
- To me? - Yes, you.
Where can we go? The museum, no one ever goes there.
- Did Mr Marchiori send you? - No, I'm Lorenzo's teacher.
I've an appointment here, I should wait.
Yes, I know, come.
Don't worry, I'll explain everything.
- What do you need to tell me? - Something very delicate.
Lorenzo came to me with a whole long story.
But it sounded strange, confused.
I wanted to talk with you because I need to understand.
First, I need to know if you realise what you were doing.
Lorenzo bought your clothes with money that wasn't his.
I didn't know.
Didn't you wonder how a 16 year old could have so much money?
I didn't think, I saw that huge house and I swear...
But when he took you to the Jolly you heard him,
Lorenzo had to lie, say you were a relative.
In short, a lot of dangerous and rather low lies.
- Why didn't you stop him? - But it was all his doing...
But he did it for you, are you sure you didn't push him?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
I don't know... I don't know, I don't know.
It seems to me that you're taking this all very lightly.
But if it is the case, however, that you acted in self-interest...
I don't think you did, but I need to tell you anyway...
Whatever you thought about the Fainardi family, change your mind, it'd be better.
I accepted a 5,000 lira loan from Lorenzo but never asked for it.
I didn't think the world would end! Here...
Take it... it's almost 2,000 lira.
You'll get the rest today if I have to steal it!
Stuff the Fainardi! I never asked anything from anyone!
Take it.
- For the poor? - Whatever you want.
Put it away.
That's not the problem.
What can come of a relationship with a 16 year old?
- What is he, a friend? - Yes, a friend.
- Is that forbidden? - That's not true and you know it.
Mere friends don't end up acting like this.
Last night Lorenzo came home drunk.
He lies, doesn't study, acts crazy.
I've spent 10 years with kids and have learned a thing or two.
The fact is...
Lorenzo is in love with you, tell me the truth...
- Didn't you realise? - I did.
But I swear I never had designs on him.
Listen... what will happen when Lorenzo realises the truth?
And he will, make no mistake.
What will happen when he knows you better?
Now he believes you totally, but you can't hide the truth forever.
You can't treat me like a street walker.
I never meant to.
Well... almost.
Accept my advice without asking an explanation.
I assure you it's for your good and Lorenzo's.
What?
Pack your bag and go home.
- Why? - It's for the best.
Don't I have the right to know? Where will I go?
I have to see someone who promised to get me work.
OK, if you want me to stop seeing Lorenzo, I will.
Everyone defends the others... But what about me?
No, father... I won't leave.
Marcello Marchiori is Marcello Fainardi, Lorenzo's older brother.
- I don't believe you. - I can prove it whenever you want.
- I'm going, sorry. - No, listen...
Don't think this was a plot to hurt you, it's not like that.
You've been wronged by Lorenzo's brother
and can obtain justice.
Right...
And Lorenzo?
Now you want to buy a grocery store?
I don't get you, you're a trumpeter, play the trumpet.
Forget the grocery store.
You're a nutcase...
Wait up! Piero... who's that?
- Hi. - Hi!
- What do you want? - Work, I need it and deserve it!
Get out!
- What are you doing? - She knows!
- Coward! - It's not over.
Come on, calm down, behave, come on...
Are you hurt?
What's with all the rough stuff?
- She can't get away with that. - OK, she won't, relax.
- I'll give her "deserve it"! - Walk away from it...
Chinese, two cognacs!
You hurt my arm, tough guy!
Here, drink... Come on!
And one for the lovely lady... Drink.
Go on, this'll put things back to rights.
- Better? - Yes.
- Well done. Are you better too, Ercole? - Ah, there's something wrong up here.
Haven't you got it yet? Go back to Parma.
I won't do anything!
Piero, relax.
Don't worry, I'm fine. But you stay away from here.
Get it?
This cute doll...
Chinese, two more.
What's up?
What's the problem?
- Now what will I do? - You're crying again...
- Are you joking? Relax. - Yes, I'm fine now.
I hope so!
The craziest things happen! I know Piero well, he's my cousin.
You're the only one who's ever cried over him!
Look at me... Come on, look.
You're working here tonight, I'll talk to Piero later.
Go on, drink! You need it after all that emotion.
Cheers.
Cigarette?
That's the way!
Brother, two Pernot!
This'll cancel out those first two.
Here.
- But it's mint! - Mint?
That's Pernot! Anisette, Pastis, Marseille, the Foreign Legion!
Movie stuff!
Tasty.
Let's see how you dance.
- You're crazy. - No... no!
They're filming a ball room scene at Gradara tonight,
I can't take someone who can't stand up.
I... I'll be the director.
Ready?
Everything's spinning!
You dance great!
And you're beautiful.
Oofa!
Go bless yourself, your father, mother, aunt, grandfather,
the whole lot!
Come on, get up.
- Get up! - No!
Get up!
Oofa!
Waiter...
- How much? - 1,400 lira.
No wonder your place is empty!
- Aida, what are you doing? - Getting some air!
Quit that, come back!
You're crazy!
Listen, there's a great restaurant in Candici.
Let's eat, take a swim, then go to work.
Good idea?
Jesus, let me stay here forever.
Listen...
Let's say... I come with you and the audition goes well.
- How much will I get? - It depends.
Some get thousands... but I'd be happy with just...
What a body! You look like a diva,
even more beautiful.
- Could I earn 20,000 lira? - Even more.
- No!
- Why not? - I'm drunk, but not that drunk.
I said no!
Tell your movie stories to the girls in Rome.
Aida!
What now?
You need 20,000 lira, right?
Here, and if you don't work tonight it's my loss.
- And Piero? - Piero... what will he know?
No, no... Piero, no.
He sent you away so you vanish for a night.
Tomorrow he'll lick your feet like a dog.
So?
No, no... no.
No, no, no... No!
Aida...
If you go now... you'll never see me again.
Pay me first then.
What trust!
- Here. - I don't want it.
- Here, take it back. - Oh no...
No, word given, deal done.
No, Romolo...
What now?
Aida, what's up? Let's go.
- Aida... - Go away!
Yes, I know, forgive me...
It wasn't my fault, I ran after you and then...
Go away!
- I said go. - Don't be like that.
Everything they did to you...
No... you don't get it.
The lady told you to leave her alone...
and behave... Got it?
Let's go.
- Listen... - No, no!
- I couldn't help it! - Sorry... come.
You don't get it... you bug her... you bore her.
Now you go, get it?
No...
Lorenzo!
Leave him! Leave him, I beg you!
Leave him, coward!
Coward!
Stop that!
Stop it!
Now I'll fix you.
I'll show you.
I'll... Let me go! Let me go!
Aida...
Don't cry... I beg you, do it for me.
- Aida... - Enough!
I can't take it any more.
It's all my fault.
All my fault.
Everything that could happen to a poor girl has happened to me.
But... no, no.
- Does it hurt? - No.
It's what you say that hurts.
I'm sorry.
- Where's my handkerchief? - Here.
Stay there.
- It'll be swollen tomorrow. - It's just a scratch.
Sure, just a scratch!
The Rome train to Bologna, Modena, Parma, Milan is arriving on platform 1.
There's one now.
It stops 2 minutes and leaves.
If not... tomorrow.
Are you going back to sing?
That one?
I think so.
- Do you mind if I say goodbye here? - No, in fact... it's better.
Goodbye, Lorenzo.
Why? Maybe, who knows...
I...
What's that?
- A letter? - Yes.
There's so much... I never managed to tell you.
So I wrote it.
When?
In Parma.
Take it.
Tear it up.
No, don't... You don't have to reply.
Take it.
The train for Bologna, Modena, Parma, Milan is leaving platform 1.
THE END