Eager to Live Page #2

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- Indeed.

This is Elena, my girlfriend.

Come on up.

You present me in this state?

And Sandro?

- Down in the carriage.

He was afraid of a scene.

Shall I call him? - No.

- How do I turn off here? - Daniele!

Want to meet a guy named Sandro?

Well...

To me,

the sea brings melancholy at night.

To you not?

If you stayed 3 years on an island,

you'll have enough of the sea!

- It was an island without a sea.

Massimo!

Your friend is totally plastered!

He's so nice!

Giuliana, how do you feel?

Hey, what are we doing still here?

- We're having fun.

Think that tomorrow I must get up early.

Rehearsal is at 11. - Oh, yes?

Too bad he didn't come back earlier.

Don't you think he would be perfect

for the scene on neo-realism?

You know how to act? - I?

- But, yes, of course, you!

People off the road are fashionable today.

Everyone knows acting.

Why? You know how to act?

- Perfectly! I found out it's very easy.

But next time they must pay us the costume

or I won't agree. Mine cost me 100,000.

Why? Who should pay for it? The

abandoned infancy? - It would be an idea.

But, wouldn't be simpler if,

instead of doing a play,

you gave directly to charity its cost?

You're crazy.

And who's got 100,000 lire?

But if you spent it for the dress!

You're so stupid, Elena!

- I may be stupid...

But how lazy you are!

We took a wonderful walk.

Really?

Bravo Marcel!

"Under the wide and the starry sky!"

Now I remember where we met.

You were with Massimo, about

What's with him?

Always silent. One doesn't know

what to say. A handsome guy like that.

You like him, huh?

- Imagine!

Must be mal d'Afrique. He's just

back and has not yet acclimatized.

Will have nostalgia for black women!

- But aren't you cold?

Watch out! Penalty.

It's a rotten jinx, it is.

I won!

I'll get it back at the racing hall,

you'll see!

That's what I want.

- You're so damn lucky!

Boss, bring some more whiskey!

Pays Pierr!

Look, if you get drunk like last night,

I'll leave you here.

In the colonies they drink a lot, right?

I don't know, ma'am.

I haven't been in Africa. I was in prison.

Is he drunk or serious?

Come on, Simona!

"Being in Africa" always meant...

What? My husband spent 2 years in Africa,

during Ethiopia. - In jail?

Really in jail?

- Nice friends you got, Massimo!

You know what?

I'd love to go for a fortnight in prison.

Can you tell me how he made it?

- He killed his wife.

You're so funny!

It really was for a mess, for a trifle.

Giuliana, let's go for a walk.

No, thanks. Let's go to bed.

Simona, you think of nothing else!

That's a good one!

Look, we won't be a lot of fun,

but better than this mosquito!

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