I'd never gone through his drawers before.
You're a doctor. Is there anything you can do?
No, Mom.
But there is treatment
that can sIow the process.
It might give us a few years...
Yes, I know. I've read everything I found.
It aII says the same thing.
That it's hopeIess.
-What are you writing? -A memoire for the organization.
For the triaI.
You stiII type with two fingers. Come on, Iet me.
-No, Iet me. -Oh, come on.
I'II give you a hand.
''The Iawyer has sustained
that the treatments
were not intended as punishment,
and has chosen to specify
that homosexuaIity is a disease
that requires precise treatment.''
-What, it isn't a disease? -No, it isn't.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
If you say so...
Look at that! At Ieast change the cartridge.
I Iike it that way. Forget it.
Forget it? You need a new one.
I have an idea.
I'II find an investor.
Better yet, if you don't mind,
I'II stay in Turin to find some financing.
-There are good mechanics here. -Fine, good idea.
And I thought you'd say I was nuts!
You're not nuts, you're just thinking ahead.
You're a visionary.
Is Mom staying, too?
No, she's going back. Her Ieaving Francesca 4 days
is aIready a miracIe. Hey...
I'd Iike to go to MiIan to see Giovanna.
I'II catch a train...
-No, I'II take you. -No, why?
That way I can see CarIo.
-Remember him? -Of course!
-I thought he taught in EngIand. -He's visiting.
-I'II get to see him. -I can teII him about my project.
In EngIand there are investment banks,
not Iike here. He might know someone.
Go on, dictate.
What, are you out?
Out of what?
Two sixes of cIovers, you can't.
Sorry. But that's 40, right?
No, count them. Is that 40? Count them.
-6, 18, 20... -No, it's 40.
No it isn't. Okay, I'II take them.
-Hey, Adriana. -Yeah?
About the subject of peopIe not marrying nowadays...
I think that today
I wouId marry you again.
My IittIe girI!
Don't be siIIy.
Have you got an apartment?
-Lodging? -No.
There's a room here, but no one wants to use it.
Fine by me. I don't Iike houses.
So why did you change from BoIogna to SiciIy?
I got transfered.
-I heard they need peopIe. -You couId have refused.
I never disobey an order.
Don't just stand there. Put that down.
What's inside?
Books.
-Books? -Yeah, books.
You're weird, you know.
I read your personaI attributes
and what do I see?
Nothing, I see nothing.
Besides an occasionaI mess.
Bad temper, but a soft hand.
Why did you join the force? What were you Iooking for?
RuIes.
To do what?
To be appIied.
-AppIied? -Yes.
I do as I'm toId.
And I keep to myseIf.
Then you'II be fine.
SiciIy is the kingdom of peopIe who keep to themseIves.
It Iooks Iike he got shot in the head.
-What? -Shot in the head.
He has a hoIe in his brain.
You Iive around here?
-We're finished. -One second.
Did you find the body?
Yes.
-First thing this morning? -Yeah.
Why were you here?
I was grazing my donkey.
Right, grazing.
Yeah.
You or the donkey find it?
I did!
And did you touch it?
-No. -Right.
Good, never touch it.
But did you see him? Is he from around here?
-Yeah. -So you know him.
Did you know him or not?
-No. -You didn't?
If he's from around here, why didn't you know him?
Did you recognize him?
-You know him? -Yeah, I know him.
Good. You see? You know him.
TeII me, who was he?
-Was he a good person? -He was a good Christian.
Anyone who knew him knew that.
So teII me, why is it you say he was a good person
and others thought he was a bad Christian?
How shouId I know? I don't know anything.
Sure, you don't know anything. Nobody does.
The pigs were about to eat the poor guy...
-May he rest in peace. -Yeah, whatever.
That's good, okay?
I remind you aII that you must respect this court.
Whatever the verdict,
I wiII not stand for any outbursts.
The court,
in view of articIes 483
and 488 of the PenaI Code,
decIares the defendant guiIty
of a crime, and sentences him
to five years in prison
and orders he pay the costs of the triaI.
SiIence!
The coIors aren't so bad once you get
used to them.
Besides, doIIs are pretty cute.
WeII done. CongratuIations.
Listen.
-Can I ask you a question? -Yes.
That piano over there...
-Why don't you ever pIay it? -I never pIay it because
I'm not good enough.
And since taIent can't be Iearned,
I decided to give it up.
I'm not taIking about
pIaying in pubIic. Why not pIay at home?
-At home, for you. -For me?
-What? -That's enough.
-Why? -I made Iots of mistakes.
I didn't hear any.
You didn't, but I did.
It's for me so it doesn't count.
Go on, more RaveI.
I Iike RaveI.
Don't you ever ask her to pIay?
No.
Why not?
Because she doesn't want to.
That's not it. She pIayed the other day.
She did that for you, to pIease you.
It was a speciaI case.
You haven't got a cIue.
You're smart, but some things
just escape you.
AIways teII women how smart they are,
how pretty, how important they are
to us. TeII her: ''GiuIia,
pIay for me, for the two of us.''
-Like I do with your mother. -AII you two do is fight.
Fighting is good.
It keeps you in shape.
The 26 principIes
and the 109 recommendations of the United Nations,
approved two years ago in StockhoIm,
are constantIy broken here in ItaIy.
By peopIe Iike those we judge here today
and for whom I request the maximum penaIty.
I aIso request they be ordered to pay the costs of the triaI
as weII as punitive damages
for having dumped industriaI refuse in a river
with grave consequences to the environment and pubIic heaIth.
Consider that in the Iast 10 years
aImost 2 biIIion doIIars a year have been spent
per year on miIitary expenses.
Right now haIf is unaccounted for, incIuding in ItaIy.
-WiII you have them arrested? -I need names.
-TeII her about the state companies. -Putting words in his mouth?
No, you know the state companies, they're in the papers.
You read the papers, right?
-Dad! -What?
Look.
-The chopsticks. -Dad!
Fork.
-Yeah, okay. -It's the crab technique.
Forget it, CarIo. I eat with a fork.
WiII that IittIe car of yours make it to the airport?
How dare you!
Take a taxi!
You're going to Cambridge with aII there is to do here?
No, I'm coming back.
After I finish my master's
next year. I want to get a job with
-the Bank of ItaIy. -You see?
He wants to be governor,
he wants his name on money.
-A toast to the governor. -To the governor.
To the governor. Long Iive the governor!
This may sound absurd,
but if you want him to beIieve he can be cured,
you have to beIieve it yourseIves.
-He doesn't know we know. -That doesn't matter.
Your father can sense it. He senses everything.
-He senses that you know. -I don't beIieve in miracIes.
-Forget that you're a doctor. -Okay, you want to heIp me.
Thanks, but that's enough.
Okay, sorry.
Thank you, thank you.
I think that's mine.
-Sorry about before. -No, I'm sorry.
I'm fuII of shit.
Don't Iet EngIand make you stupid.
Try not to Iet ItaIy do the same.
Bye.
I haven't toId anyone.
Not even NicoIa,
he'd have psychoanaIyzed me.
AII that psychoIogicaI crap
about the wiII to Iive and aII that.
I can teII you. But not him.
Keep it between us.
Promise me you won't teII anyone.
Okay, but stay with the treatment
so that you can get cured.
AII of it. AII the treatment.
Everything.
Be patient with Matteo.
I don't know why, but I can never
understand that boy.
He agonizes over everything.
Then there's Francesca, Mom
and NicoIa.
NicoIa's strong.
WeII, he seems strong.
He's Iike the others.
And most importantIy,
think of yourseIf.
You have to Iaugh, be happy.
Try to have fun.
Where's your husband?
-On a business trip? -We never see each other.
It hasn't been working IateIy.
-Is there someone eIse? -No way!
It just isn't working, that's aII.
We're getting a separation.
A separation? And you didn't teII me?
-I'm sorry. -I'm not.
It's for the best.
Right, we'II find someone eIse.
Are you Iooking for mystery?
Are you taIking to me?
You have to find your souI.
How do I do that?
You have to search, deep inside yourseIf.
PALERMO, SUMMER OF 1977
You know how to do that?
That's right.
You see that boy?
Look at his hand.
Sure of itseIf, demanding...
PowerfuI. The top of his cIass.
Maybe.
You see that eIderIy woman?
Two rings on her ring finger. A widow.
And she's IoneIy.
You're not SiciIian.
Are you kidding me?
Did you see ''StromboIi,'' with Ingrid Bergman?
Yeah.
I Iive there, for the moment.
I did a Iibrarian's course.
I want to Ieave the isIand.
Very nice.
-A professionaI camera. -You understand this stuff?
I aIso know a Iot about Iibraries.
-ReaIIy? -Yeah.
Then which Iibrary shouId I request?
In PaIermo I don't know.
In Rome...
ViIIa CeIimontana. A beautifuI oId one.
-Give me a IittIe mystery. -Oh, come on.
What mystery!
I have to go.
-Right now? -Yes.
-What's your name? -Me? NicoIa.
-MireIIa. -Nice meeting you.
Goodbye, NicoIa.
-What is it? -A corpse.
-You have to take photos. -I haven't got a camera!
I've got one.
You think of everything.
Where did you get it?
Watch what I do.
It's easy. Watch Daddy.
Look, watch Daddy. Watch Daddy.
I'm hurt!
Sara shouId be asIeep by now.
Is that what the doctor said?
Daddy's the doctor! Listen to him!
Go to bed.
-What's wrong? -I'm tired.
I had a fight with Stefania.
I toId her it's over. I'm fed up with arguing.
-You used to Iike it. -That was before.
It's for the best.
Maybe you can pIay piano again.
I soId it. They're coming tomorrow for it.
Are you crazy?
It's possibIe.
Where have you been?
Are you checking up on me?
At one of the group meetings.
-Any objections? -Too bad.
What's that supposed to mean?
Everything in this country sucks.
And we just sit here watching.
You hear about the kid that got kiIIed in BoIogna?
-Yeah. -What about us?
When wiII we make them mourn?
Make them mourn?
Take that off, you Iook ridicuIous.
-Listen... -Don't touch me.
You can't stand me either?
No!
No, I can't.
AII you care about is the hospitaI. I have to do everything.
I disagree.
I hate these arguments!
I hate coupIes that argue!
GentIemen...
If you're going to make so much noise,
Bobby can't sIeep.
You're right, darIing. We'II be quiet.
Dear CarIo:
I'm gIad to hear things are going weII at Cambridge.
Here nothing has changed.
It's hard to work with so many institutions,
trying to change them IittIe by IittIe.
Things with GiuIia are bad.
She's become agressive, hostiIe,
dissatisfied with something I stiII don't understand.
We haven't made Iove in 6 months.
This way, I'II show you the room.
I'd Iike to know who orders these inspections.
The Minister of HeaIth.
And what are you, a Iawyer? A judge? Come in, pIease.
-A psychiatrist. -Good.
This is the room.
As you can see, everything's cIean.
Everything's in order.
-Where are the patients? -I sent them on a fieId trip,
to the sanctuary at Oropa, because I care about them.
I want them to be entertained,
normaI, Iike anyone.
Where are you going? There's nothing in there!
-It's the basement! -What's inside?
-Nothing, storage. -Open this door.
-No, I won't! -Do your thing.
-The chain. -Show me a warrant!
I want to taIk to a Iawyer first!
You hear me?
Where are you going? Are you satisfied?
There's nothing to see, just...
Trash! Where are you going?
-No, you can't! -What's in there?
-There's nothing! -Restrain her.
-You have no right! -Get out of the way!
-It's not fair! -Put her in the car.
If she resists, cuff her.
-I'II caII my Iawyer! -The door.
I'II get you for this!
You can't treat peopIe this way!
I protest! I protest!
Order ambuIances.
Untie them and cover them up.
CaII headquarters. Ferrario.
Give me a hand.
Giorgia...
Giorgia, here's your jacket.
Be good. We'II give it to you
and you can put it on, okay?
Look, I'II Ieave it here and we'II turn around.
Here, Giorgia.
No, it's okay.
Thank you.
How are you?
Have you eaten today?
You want some?
You remember our trip?
To Vito's viIIage?
That time we sIept in the barn?
The soccer match?
ItaIy Iost and we Iaughed and Iaughed...
You remember Matteo?
The orange.
They need water.
You're right, I aIways forget.
Sorry, I won't touch you.
I'd Iike you to come every day.
To keep the pIant aIive.
Have you caIIed the judge?
-Yeah. -When?
Two hours ago.
He isn't here yet?
Are you smoking?
-In a sIaughterhouse? -Get rid of that.
We have to go.
Can we move him?
After the judge gets here. AIways the same question!
Our shift is over.
Your shift? There's a dead person here!
Enzo, what did I teII you? Keep them quiet.
-They don't want to. -I don't care!
Come on, get moving. Outside.
PIease, get going.
There's a kid! Get out of here!
Are you his father? Get him out of here!
-He's not hurting anyone. -Get him out of here!
Who do you think you are? How dare you.
You Iike the show?
There's a dead body! This isn't a movie!
Where were you when he got shot?
How shouId I know? I forget!
You know nothing!
Nobody knows anything! The same oId story!
He died by himseIf!
And bringing kids in here.
-Go on, get out. -Don't touch him!
What are you teaching him?
Don't touch my son! Who do you think you are?
Here's your Ieave of absence.
I don't want to see you for two weeks. Take a vacation,
go home,
just get out.
I have enough probIems. What are you, a vigiIante?
Some kind of savior? Get out of my sight!
-What's up, Carati? -Nothing.
-Transfer? -No, Ieave a absence.
-TypicaI. -It couId have been worse.
Here, this came this morning.
Dear Matteo:
I'm writing you with good news.
I found Giorgia.
I think she's suffered a Iot these Iast years.
For her it's as if time stood stiII.
Seeing her has reaIIy affected me.
I'm reminded of that summer so Iong ago,
when aII of our Iives changed so drasticaIIy.
And I thought:
why don't you take a break for a few days
and come to Turin for a visit?
''What happened in ApriI is no isoIated case.
After 50 days of striking at FIAT,
in which many have intervened
by bIocking the production Iine,
represents a high point for the organization
achieved to date by the worker cIass.''
No good. Too bureaucratic.
You have to distinguish between wishes and needs.
Needs are a serious issue.
They Iead you to question things and take risks.
Even to die or fight, if necessary.
The need for communism, for exampIe.
-Afternoon. -Afternoon.
Excuse me.
-You finished earIy today. -Yeah.
I finished earIy.
-Hi, Sara. -Hi.
-Are you drawing? -Yeah.
-Let's go for a waIk. -Yeah!
It's bad for kids to be inside too much.
And for peopIe's brains.
''The need for communism...''
I need to drink, to eat...
Sara, don't Iisten to that buIIshit.
-That's a bad word! -You're damn right.
What do you say to someone who Iies at kindergarten?
-Lying bastard! -Very good.
Come on, Iet's go for a nice IittIe stroII.
-Bye! -Bye!
But it's coId, it's coId...
Let's take our coats. Come on.
Let's get some air, sweetie. Come on.
-GiuIia... -I know, I'II deaI with it.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Luigi Pezzuco. -Look inside.
Thank you.
Despite my misfortune,
I was Iucky.
The doctors aIways say that.
Two miIIimeters more and I'd have Iost both arms.
Anyway, that's how things aIways work.
WeII, aImost aIways.
I even met a woman.
Her name's Patrizia. I want you to see her.
I have a photo.
It was taken of us at a party.
It's in here.
I know it is. Here.
Very pretty.
CongratuIations.
She is pretty.
We're getting married in September.
And we want kids, too.
Lots of kids.
You're wondering how we...
SIowIy, with a IittIe patience.
It's nice that way.
So she says.
Sure.
Reaching this point,
where I am with Patrizia,
wouId have been impossibIe without your mom's heIp.
-My mom? -Matteo.
I have tons of notebooks Iike this one.
Without your mom, I'd never have recovered
the use of this hand.
He's been visiting you aII these years?
Once a week. He's never missed.
-You didn't know that? -Of course I did.
He's heIped me with more than my hand.
AIso my brain.
I'd never read poetry before.
Listen to this:
''Tears of honor you shaII have, Hector,
for hoIy are the tears of bIood spiIt for one's country...''
I can't read this.
''...as Iong as the sun shines on human misfortune.''
Dr. Carati?
What a surprise!
How are you?
-Fine, you? -Fine.
-Where's your beard? -Sara said it scratched too much.
-Scratched? -So I shaved it off.
Speaking of Sara, this is for her.
Thanks. Very nice. What is it?
A doII. You can pIay with it, too.
Great! Did you go through Rome on your way here?
Yeah, but I didn't go home.
These drawings?
My patients do them.
We're organizing an exhibition.
-An exhibition? -Yeah.
Did you know Mom's been heIping Luigi?
That friend of mine who was paraIyzed?
Yeah, I knew.
-Who's that? -My mentor.
Franco BasagIia.
-The one who wouId free the mad. -He has this crazy idea
that they're not actuaIIy inmates, but peopIe.
And that mentaI iIIness isn't
a sin to be expunged. How about that!
How is Dad?
He's...
-You shouId go see him. -I wiII!
I wiII.
I'd aIready decided to.
-Let's go see Giorgia. -Yeah.
-How is she? -Better.
You'II see.
If she keeps improving we'II reIease her.
We try to reIease them as soon as possibIe.
Find them jobs, an apartment...
What's wrong with them?
Doctors used to diagnose them with schizophrenia,
but that has no meaning.
It means they're spIit in two.
Who isn't? Are you just a cop?
Am I just a doctor?
The truth is, we know nothing.
Just that these waIIs make them crazy.
-How do you treat that? -By opening the patio.
-I'II wait in my office. -Don't Ieave me aIone with her.
-What wiII I teII her? -Maybe she has something to say.
HeIIo, Giorgia.
It's good to see you.
How are you? Are you okay?
Right, ''are you okay?'' is sort of an absurd question.
It has no meaning.
NicoIa said you can go out.
You want to go for an ice cream?
We'II find a jukebox and pIay some music.
You used to Iike music.
He aIso said you read,
that you Iike books.
What do you read?
What words are in your head?
You can't hear.
Sound... air...
concern... nothing.
Nothing gets through.
The response wouId be: ''absent.''
Absent.
As if you didn't know.
You remember that summer, when we were kids?
What were you Iike?
What was I Iike?
Crazy.
Crazy Matteo.
Giorgia!
-You think she'II be okay? -Of course, you'II see.
It reminded me of that time... Remember in the station?
Yeah, what about it?
Nothing, we were there, Iistening to the song...
And she turned and Iooked at me.
-You were in Iove with her. -No, you were.
WeII, we both were a bit.
-What song was it? -''A chi,'' Fausto LeaIi.
NicoIa!
Your father...
Matteo, can you sIow down?
SIow down. Nobody's chasing us.
You want to drive?
-Just sIow down. -This is how I drive.
-Shit, Matteo, sIow down. -GiuIia, pIease.
I'm scared. There's a chiId in the car.
You understand?
Why don't you answer?
If you want to get out...
Stop the fucking car! TeII him!
Stop!
Stop the car! Get off the fucking road.
-I'II bust you up! -Okay, I'II puII over.
What's your fucking probIem?
Turn around!
Matteo!
Thanks for coming.
Hi.
Thanks.
And your mom?
-How is she? -She's devastated.
Hi.
Hi, I'm Francesca.
Cops nowadays haven't got a moment free.
He said he'd come after work.
If he can make it.
Why don't you come to MiIan for a whiIe?
Francesca can manage on her own.
It's not Francesca. My work is here.
I know the schooI wouId faII apart without you.
But you shouId think of yourseIf.
That's what I'm doing.
Working heIps me.
GiuIia.
-How about some coffee? -I'II make some.
No, I'II do it.
-You want a coffee? -Yes, thank you.
Excuse me, Francesca.
-Where's the coffee pot? -In that cabinet.
No, the one on the right.
NicoIa says you'II make head of the Treasury Department in 10 years.
Does he?
I've onIy been at the Bank of ItaIy for a year.
Besides, that's a whoIe different job.
Meaning?
WeII...
that wouId be a poIiticaI office.
We're mere speciaIists.
Go on, be modest. NicoIa says you're smarter than he is.
Very impressive,
coming from my brother.
NicoIa's crazier than his patients.
You're right. God!
You're a cIumsy one!
-How are things? -WeII, I passed my exam.
I start university this year.
Letters and Sciences.
I want to study ArchaeoIogy.
TraveI the worId.
-Sounds great. -Yeah.
I've competed in pIenty of student competitions.
I cook and pIay the vioIin.
-Is that it? -Lots of other things.
I get bored doing onIy one thing.
You're bored now, making coffee.
I'm making coffee, preparing
sweets with Sara,
and taIking to the Bank of ItaIy.
That's pIenty.
-Auntie, come quick! -I'm coming.
-Look how many I made. -Good Lord!
Look at aII those! You're a genius!
-Ladies... -WouId you Iike more pasta?
-Yes. -Can I take one?
-CarIo, get Iost! -Not yet. Go on.
Francesca is great with kids.
Not me, though.
-I just don't have the knack. -There are mothers of aII kinds.
AII different styIes.
I wasn't a good mother for Matteo.
At Ieast, I wasn't the mother he wanted.
You were a wonderfuI mother. I can see that by NicoIa.
Excuse me.
-I'II go for miIk. -There shouId be some.
Yeah, but not enough to Iast tiII morning.
I'm going for miIk.
I aIready bought some.
Is there no way out of this house?
Sorry.
Sorry, darIing. Forgive me.
-You're Iate. -I'm sorry, I had probIems at home.
You shouIdn't keep peopIe waiting.
It's dangerous.
Sitting here with a briefcase is suspicious.
-Have you got the keys? -They're inside.
With the money, the papers and the gun.
Know how to use it?
No.
You'II Iearn.
Let me go.
Let me go, Iet me go.
NicoIa, Iet me go.
Let me go.
What about your daughter?
Let me go.
Just teII me why.
Let me go.
...an organized miIitary group
with arms and ammunition.
The poIice in Turin reIeased today the identities
of three men and two women
who visited the hideout of the Red Brigades
discovered in Turin.
OnIy on of the detainees
has refused to speak with authorities.
The arrest warrant incIuded aIIegations
of trying to subvert the sociaI order
and destroy the institutions of democracy.
Give me another piece.
Give me another piece
of gazeIIe!
Yes, IittIe Iion.
Daddy the hunter wiII bring you some.
Daddy, I don't want to go.
-I don't want to go to fencing. -Why not?
It was your idea, so you're going.
-Where's Mommy? -I toId you, she's gone.
She Ieft. She's gone.
I'm sorry, Sara.
Sorry, I was wrong.
Sara, pIease.
Let's make up.
In Iine, saIute.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, down.
En garde.
Step forward...
Step back...
In back...
En garde.
Step forward...
Step back...
You're aII over the pIace today.
Let's start over.
Everyone Iine up.
Come on, Iine up.
First position. SaIute.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
down. En garde.
SPRING 1980
Do you, Tommaso...?
CarIo.
-What? -CarIo Tommasi.
-Not Tommasi CarIo. -Right, sorry.
-Do you, CarIo Carati... -No, no, CarIo Tommasi.
Francesca Carati.
There's aIso a maIe Carati.
Yeah, that's me. NicoIa Carati,
brother of the bride, Francesca Carati.
So you're...
The brother of the bride. CongratuIations.
You shouId be sitting over there, by the girI with the hair.
-Because... -No, I'm...
I'm the best man, he's a friend of mine.
Oh, you're the best man, but aIso the brother...
...of the bride, which means...
A coincidence.
It's not iIIegaI.
Right, Iet's start over, as if...
CarIo Tommasi,
do you take as your bride
the here present
Francesca Carati?
I do.
Okay, that's good.
Francesca Carati,
do you take as your husband
the here present
-CarIo Tommasi? -I do.
Good, very nice.
You can exchange rings now.
CarefuI.
Sorry, it's my first wedding.
Mine too.
You have to meet my friends.
-They're dying to meet you. -No, come on.
-I'm steaIing him a second. -Excuse us, pIease.
-They want to see your bIue eyes. -That again?
-After aII these years... -My brother, Matteo.
-CarIotta. -Hi.
-Teresa. -Hi.
How about this? Look.
-Sara, hi! -My niece, Sara.
Give your uncIe a kiss.
Nice wedding, eh?
-When are you getting married? -Who wouId marry me?
What? You're a reaI catch.
Brakes and muffIer repair, bIue coIIar aristocracy.
I was a reaI catch.
What do you mean?
This just came.
They fired you?
BasicaIIy. Laid off with minimum benefits.
They sent out 23,000 of these.
-Can't you do something? -We've been on strike for a month.
You said things were okay.
I didn't want to ruin CarIo's wedding.
Read this.
What do you think?
Do you study this at the Bank of ItaIy?
Yeah, more or Iess.
So what can be done?
Fiat is 7 biIIion Iira in debt.
Lots of smaIIer companies are worse off,
they don't produce enough.
They can't compete with
-the internationaI market. -So?
The workers can't win.
That's his opinion. He's not a genie.
-I wish I were wrong. -Pay no attention.
You've got unions.
The unions, right.
They're Iegs are broken.
PeopIe are scared.
CarIo, say something!
They can just fire him? Like 100 years ago?
What, you want me to Iie?
They're reorganizing the industriaI system.
The industries are modernized and they reduce costs
-to remain competitive. -Who cares?
I don't know.
We have to pay them to screw things up?
To heII with the system.
PIease! To heII with the system?
Then what wouId you repIace it with?
-Any ideas? -Me?
You're the ones who shouId have them!
Okay, that's enough. No need for an arguement.
This is a party. Forget about it.
I aIready knew this was our swan's song.
They'II have forgotten us in a few years.
Don't worry, doc!
They can't beat me. I won't sit at home
crying. What do I care?
VitaIe'II find another job.
Or I'II invent one. I'II fix kitchen sinks,
TV sets, radiators... They fiII our homes with appIiances
which inevitabIy break.
Somebody has to fix them.
-Why not me? -ImpeccabIe Iogic.
Or I'II check into a cIinic, dress up Iike NapoIeon...
Yes, sir!
I feeI Iike dancing.
-Come on, Iet's go dance. -Okay.
Come on, you two deadbeats!
Come and dance.
-You know ''Anatomy''? -What's that?
-''Amado mio.'' -That one.
Mrs. Tommasi, may I have this dance?
Hey, carefuI with my mom!