- Hey, Orestes, gimme a hand.
- Your attention, please, everybody.
Attention! We interrupt the show to give you some good news.
After all, our country comes fiirst!
The radio just broadcast the following war bulletin...
which I'm proud to read to you.
"The attack on Sicily the enemy began last night...
...backed by heavy naval and air support to include paratroopers...
...has received a setback from our allied forces...
...fiighting in southeastern Italy.
German artillery have downed seven aircraft and damaged three steamships.
This treacherous attack against our country's sacred soil will be crushed...
and the enemy thrown into the sea.
For the greater glory of our fatherland and its Duce."
Long live Italy!
- Oh, baby! Baby!
- Where have you been all my life?
- All right, that's enough outta you. Now sit down!
- Can I help it if I like women?
- Watch out how you talk to my father!
- It'd sit down if I was you! - There it is!
- I'm in love with you, angel eyes, you and your cute little ass!
- Hey, isn't that the siren?
- It's an air raid!
The audience is requested to go to the air raid shelter...
...at number 104, 104.
- Whose kid is this? Who gave me this little boy?
Please keep calm. Please keep calm.
- Hey, Romolo! The chorus girls!
- Over here! Over here!
- Turn out that light!
- What time is it?
- There I was, sound asleep, if it wasn't for that idiot.
- Excuse me. What did you say? "If it wasn't for that idiot"?
- What did I say? I don't know.
- Speak up. What did you mean by that?
- He didn't mean anything by it. - I didn't mean anything.
- It's unforgivable!
Certain people ought to be ashamed of themselves.
Especially now, with our country united as never before...
...on the verge of victory, and you still hear defeatist remarks!
Shame on you!
Fascist Italy. The Duce.
They're your only hope.
- And we must win. - Yes.
- And we will win. - Right.
- You want a cigarette?
- Smoke ruin my voice. No very good.
- Oh, you sing? - Yes.
I've studied in my city, Dusseldorf.
- Have you been in Italy for long?
- I've been to Roma, Milano, Bergamo, Como.
- This Hans, oldest son.
- What do you want?
- This is my husband in Russia, Wehrmacht.
- You come rest a little with me?
- My boardinghouse is very near.
- They won't bomb us as long as the Pope's in Rome.
- Good night, Anita.
- Might as well say good morning.
- What's that booming? - My God, do you hear that?
- Mother of God! They're bombs!
Help! Help!
- We're being bombed!
Help!
- Alberto's house is gone! The babies! The babies!
Help! Help!
- Can I shoot a bit of it?
- Go ahead, if you like.
- A perfectly preserved mammoth's tusk.
- We discovered it during construction of the Piazza Re di Roma station.
- The Capitoline Museum has already asked for it.
- Shall we go down? This way, please.
- What was that?
- The ground beneath Rome is unpredictable.
- Every hundred meters, we come across some important fiind.
- Naturally, this slows up the work.
- This is a very diffiicult contract.
- We merely wanted to resolve the traffiic problem...
...with a subway like Munich's or Dublin's...
...but here the ground has eight layers...
...and we're forced to become archaeologists and speleologists.
- The fiirst time the necessity of a subway for Rome...
was discussed was in 1871.
- You mean 1971. - No, exactly a hundred years ago.
Roman bureaucracy is even more unpredictable than Roman soil.
The paperwork which has passed between ourselves...
...and the community of Rome is enough to fiill the entire length of subway.
- Right now we're passing beneath the Appio Quarter.
- Agenore! - Agenore, what's that?
- My God, it's an earthquake!
- Agenore! - Oh, my God! My God!
- The buildings overhead began to crack.
- Hey, Mike, I'll get a shot like this. Look.
- Where are we now?
- Beneath the Appia Antica, near San Sebastiano Gate.
- To your left you can hear the roar of a genuine underground river.
- It submerges about ten kilometers from here...
...at a place called "Cessati Spiriti."
- When will the whole thing be completed?
- I don't know.
- How many hours do they work down here?
- Ten hours straight, I think.
- At this point, we had to change course again.
- On the left you can see a necropolis with 400 skeletons.
- Third layer.
Track 22!
Rinaldo, the current in the right channel has gone down!
Stop!
- Sir, I think we've run into another hollow spot.
- It's been showing on the gauge for two days.
- We've got to suspend the work again, sir.
- What's happened? - Come have a look at the gauge.
Take the flame cutter to number three.
- We've got a hollow spot as big as the Alban Hills!
- What is it, Amirildo? Don't you feel well?
- I don't know what it is.
Ragu, the right wheel!
The right wheel, Ragu!
- Hey! Stop the drill!
- It goes like this. Now we know there is an open space on the other side.
- The archaeologists will make us suspend work for a couple of months.
- It could be a cavern or some catacombs.
- We could try testing the wall very carefully in different spots.
- Start up the cutter.
- Stop the cutter. - Stop the cutter!
- One could go down this way. Sir.
- A Roman house...
...from 2,000 years ago.
- Michael, look at their faces.
- Keep your mask on.
- It's as if they were staring at us.
- Look! Aim the light down there!
- There!
- Hey! Look at this! What's happening?
- The frescoes are fading.
- It's the air from outside.
- The fresh air is destroying the frescoes.
- Oh, no! How awful!
- Michael! What can we do? We've got to do something.
- Do something!
For these disenchanted youngsters, huddled together like puppies...
...making love is not a problem.
Maybe they do it, maybe they don't.
But it certainly isn't as complicated as it once was for us...
...when our amorous yearning led us to the nearest brothel.
Remember?
- Come on, move!
- All right, no fuckin' around, you lousy bums!
- You act like you just got outta jail.
- Where you goin'? How old are you? Let me see your identifiication.
- Take care! Don't push!
- Come on, who's gonna be fiirst?
- Come on! Come on! Can't you see the tongue she's got on her?
- Come on, boys, make up your minds! You too, Gramps.
- What's the matter? You all asleep on your feet?
- All right! Enough of this shit!
- Pretty soon I'm gonna turn off the lights and kick everyone out!
- You got blood in your veins or water?
- Every one of these girls is an artist. You guys blind?
- Now get your asses upstairs. - All right, let me by. Let me by.
- Let's go upstairs, dolls. Come on.
- Come on, boys. The young ladies are all here.
- Teresa! Where the hell's my coffee?
- It's coming. I already ordered it.
- You wanna come with me, yes or no? Come on, come on, soldier boy.
- I don't want to sleep by myself. - I don't want to sleep by myself.
- Hey, Rita, turn around.
- I won't take you even if you give me food for a month.
- Why don't you go take the next train...
...back to Naples, fuck face?
- Come on, honey!
- If you wanna stand there and jack off, then go home and do it.
- What kind of men are you?
- If you keep waitin', it's gonna drop off from old age...
...and not even the cat will eat it then.
- It's closing time.
- They're all pretty and they're real artists!
- Is Dolores back? - She went to have a bite to eat.
- Who's gonna come upstairs with the pride of Florence?
- That's a good boy.
- Look! Those tits must weigh 40 pounds each.
- Shut your fuckin' trap!
- What's an ugly, skinny bitch like you doin' in a nice place like this?
- So why'd you go upstairs, then? Just to make fun of a working girl?
- Two. - I got a good mind to call the cops.
- I'll throw you down the stairs three at a time, you bastards.
- Come on! Come on. Come on. Come on.
- There she goes again. Every time it rains, she gets hysterical.
- Marcella. Watch out for her nails. - All right. Who's my next victim?
- You thieving bitch.
- Nives, calm down. - Wanna come upstairs, handsome?
- Let's go. Let's go.
- Shut up. Tonight you can pack up and get out.
- Two monkeys!
- Let the lady by! - What is this shit?
- You think you're a goddamn cop? Don't shove me around.
- Ladies, up to your rooms, please.
- All right, gentlemen. Everybody out, please. Out.
- The ladies are going to eat.
- We're closing.
- Turn off the lights. We're closed.
- Have to let some fresh air. We're closed. Everybody out.
- All right! Time to go home.
- Fresh air. Time to go home!
- All right, buster! Cut it out. I'm not your sister.
Who knows why, why we live
And why the fuck we die
But there were also some very sophisticated houses...
which would make your heart beat in fear and excitement.
- Sit down, sit down.
- What's the matter? What's everybody so quiet about? This'll never do.
- Come on, who wants to come up to my room?
- How are you, honey? Don't you love me today?
- This morning I woke up real horny. Gentlemen, who's gonna be fiirst?
- Here I am.
- I can't wait to get back to my room. Let's not waste any time.
- Come on!
- Babies, you afraid of mama? - Last chance, fellas.
- I'm going. I'm going up to bed. - Last chance, fellas.
- I'm all on fiire! - I'm all on fiire!
- Where the hell do you think you are? It's not your home.
- All I want is one good man.
- Come on! I'm Spanish and hot.
- Come on, men, move it!
- Come on!
- Oh, my babies, shame on you!
- Who nailed your feet to the floor? Dad! See if I got something in my eye.
- Who's gonna ride my ship?
- Where's my nice little sailor?
- Choose which one you want!
- Come on and quit pretending. - I've seen you here before, stupid.
- Gentlemen, shame on you for keeping all these beautiful ladies waiting.
- All clear! All clear!
- But I have to leave.
- No, you don't, not yet. I'm not losin' my job on account of you.
- Damn it! Some big wheel, I bet.
- Gentlemen, please remain where you are...
...and don't leave the room for the next fiive minutes.
- Thank you.
- I see.
- Ladies, upstairs to your rooms, please.
- Hurry up, please. Thank you.
- Who's arrived, the mayor? - Who knows? Maybe it is.
Maybe so, I don't know
I don't know, maybe so
- Experience, my dear. That's what counts in life.
If your son's experienced, he'll never have any problems.
- I think that dark guy wants you.
- But if he's not experienced...
...all he'll get is a royal screwing, right?
- It's so true. - Dolores is always right.
- Not always, no.
- You are very beautiful, you know.
- Where are you from?
- Santa Maria la Bruna.
- Where's that? - Near Pompeii.
- Is that your son? - Yes, that's my son.
- But you-- How long have you--
- Two years.
- Listen-- I mean, how did you happen to--
- Simple like that..
I found myself alone, and Assuntina said, "Come with us.
You'll like it, you'll see. I'll introduce you."
Lace me up?
- To tell the truth, I can't complain.
The signora likes me and I've got everything I need.
- Does that mean you wouldn't want to leave this place?
- To do what?
- Haven't you ever fallen in love? Haven't you ever met someone--
- Sure I have. And this is the result.
- Listen. Couldn't we see each other outside?
Do you ever go out?
Some morning, whenever you want...
We could go to the beach for lunch.
Really, I'd like to take you out.
Let's make a date.
Tomorrow, okay? Day after tomorrow?
Perhaps you haven't heard of Princess Domitilla.
Her mother Fabiola, her grandfather Eugenio...
and her ancestors further back...
were all born in this palazzo...
where today Domitilla lives alone.
- Salvatore! Domenico!
- Can't you hear the carriage? He's arrived.
- Go.
- At last.
- Your Eminence! Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Princess Domitilla! There. There.
- How nice it is to see you all again.
- Good evening.
- I hope you are all well, with the grace of God.
- You must be Francesca, right?
- Yes, I'm Francesca, Your Eminence.
- Ah, my eyes aren't what they used to be.
- And is this little rascal still causing his mother trouble?
- It's not true. How can you say that?
- But of course, I was only joking. Well, isn't it little Filippo!
- Remember when you used to drink the wine out of the ampullae?
- And who are these little devils? Augustarello's children, eh?
- How do you do? We already met.
- I gave you your fiirst Communion.
- This little blond boy I've never seen.
- What's your name? - Giulio.
- Are you good? I bet only when you're asleep.
- And now off to bed, eh?
- Good night, children, and God bless you.
- Good night, Your Eminence.
- If Your Eminence will come this way.
- My friends! Please sit down.
- Ah, yes, why, even today there was an audience with people...
...who want to tell the Pope how to run the church.
What can you do? Be patient, I suppose.
"Fire's for burning and patience for learning"...
as we say in Rome.
- Do you remember coming when my grandad was alive? - He was a good man, Don Eugenio.
- All these talks far after midnight... It was unforgetable.
- Please! Please!
- My friends.
- Please sit down. - Thank you.
- Peppino, Gervasio, you may begin serving.
- Ah, you've fiinally arrived!
- What would you like, Your Eminence?
- A mint to freshen my mouth, thank you. - Ah, a mint. I knew it.
- Here we are.
- Your Excellency. - Why not?
- Thank you. I'd love one.
- What would you like, Monsignor? - Monsignor!
- I must tell you that when I was little, I was quite a mischief maker.
- What did he say?
- He said when he was young, he was a rascal.
- Mama used to make a liqueur just like this for the guests...
...and she would have to hide it from me.
The minute she wasn't there, I'd climb up and drink it out of the bottle.
- Your Eminence, I can't believe it.
I'm sure that even as a baby, you were a saint.
A long life to His Eminence.
How much time has passed.
Everything seems so far away, so different.
I'm sorry to leave this life in a city which is no longer home.
The Rome I knew was different.
People were nicer, more respectful.
Everyone knew everyone else.
Monsignors, cardinals, the Pope.
They were all either friends or relatives.
Friendship with the church has been lost.
The marvelous balls...
...in villas and palazzos...
...with all those cardinals dressed in red wandering about the house.
It was like living in a painting and at Christmas.
Now, why should I suddenly remember that?
The little presents Monsignor Altieri would give me.
Wax statuettes...
crosses out of woven straw and a lot of velvet for the toy manger.
And all of it gone, lost over the years.
Who knows where all those little wax statues have gone?
- Follows presentation of ecclesiastical fashions.
- Welcome His Eminence and our other illustrious guests.
Model No. 1:
habit in black satin, along traditional lines, for novices.
The same model may be done in another type of fabric...
such as silk or wool, according to the season.
The boots are in leather and suede in two colors.
Navy blue and black for harsher climates.
Model No. 2: tourterelles immaculees.
Starched cap with flexible wings.
Useful also for interiors with poor air circulation.
Model No. 3: little sisters of the purgatory's temptation.
The world must follow the church and not vice versa.
And now for the more casual models:
Quicker to paradise!
Here you have Model No. 6 for country priests.
Sacristan variations for fiirst- class ceremonies.
The sacerdotal vestments have passed through evolution:
Anitto, viviale...
cotta, vianita and casula.
All types of vestments are made today of very light fabrics...
in the most brilliant colors, which don't fade.
- He's come back!
- He's with us once again. - Our Pope! The Holy Father.
- Don't ever leave us! - Don't ever leave us!
- Come back, come back.
One, two...
three, go!
Balloons! Balloons! All colors and shapes.
- First he has a drink before he eats an egg...
...then he has a drink because he's eating the egg...
...and now he wants a drink because he's eaten an egg!
- Jesus!
Won't he get sick from all those eggs?
Balloons for you. For children and for grown-ups too.
- What the hell do you want?
- They're makin' their movie all over the place...
...but not paying anybody.
- This pork's from genuine Ariccia pig! How 'bout a slice?
- "Rooky" here! "Rooky" here! - "Leal" silk! "Pletty sirk scalf!"
"Pletty sirk scalf."
- Hey, Brit, they sell pork sandwiches in Germany?
- Aw, leave Grandpa alone! Let him sleep. Why bring him along?
- Hey, Torquato! Some gasoline!
- Gasoline.
- Antique paintings. - Fancy frames!
Very cheap!
I'm going back to the cemetery tomorrow. Wanna come?
They gave him a nice spot, you know. Really sunny!
- Hey, deadheads! Where you going?
- Why don't you come here and eat?
- Hey, shorty, where you gonna feed her?
- Your wife! Well, come on over then and buy her a decent meal for a change.
- Checco! It stinks like hell over here!
Did you have to give us a table next to the manhole?
- It's not true! That's the smell of history, honey, centuries.
- You shit! You shit! I'll slit your belly open.
- You always believe everything that dumb bitch tells you?
- There! It's Gore Vidal, the American writer. Let's ask him.
- Good evening, Mr. Vidal.
- Mind if we disturb you for just two minutes?
- Well, you ask me why an American writer would want to live in Rome.
First of all, because I like the Romans.
They don't give a damn whether you're dead or alive.
They're neutral, like the cats!
Rome is the city of illusions.
Not only by chance, you have here the church, the government, the cinema.
They each produce illusions...
...like you do and like I do.
We're getting closer and closer to the end of the world...
...because of too many people.
Too many cars, poisons.
And what better city than Rome, which has been reborn so often?
What place could be more peaceful...
to wait for the end from pollution and overpopulation?
It's the ideal city for waiting to see if it will really come to an end or not.
To the end!
- Get out! Clear the piazza!
- Why? - We weren't bothering anybody!
- Hurry up! Move! Move! Move!
- If you don't mind, I would like to say this:
Despite the recent incredibly permissive laws...
...which protect the guilty man more than the innocent...
...the restraining measures of our police force are successful...
...in keeping at an acceptable minimum the outbreak of delinquency...
...in a city, or in a society, where protest movements, drugs...
...and a desire for wealth...
...are actually regarded as legitimate goals.
- They were minding their own business. - You have no right to beat them!
- I'm a witness! Have you gone mad? I'm a teacher, I'll have you know.
- They've turned our piazzas and monuments into a garbage dump.
- Right! - All they think about is sex.
- Don't worry, madam. They're not really hurting them, believe me.
- He's beating the hell out of him! He's killing him.
- Hey, punchy! - You clowns!
- You fiightin' or dancin'? - I think they're engaged.
- You're nobody! You're nobody!
- You're just a lucky son of a bitch, that's all!
- He's a champion! He could kill all of you.
- He's a real champ!
- The camera. Someone swiped the camera!
- Someone stole the camera!
This lady you see walking home along the wall of an old patrician palazzo...
...is a Roman actress.' Anna Magnani.
In a way, she's a symbol of the city itself.
- What am I?
Rome: She-wolf and vestal virgin, noblewoman and fiishwife...
somber and festive.
I could go on until tomorrow morning.
- You better go home and get some sleep, Federico!
- Can I ask you a question? - No, I don't trust you. Ciao!
Good night.