Fate ignoranti, Le ( The Ignorant Fairies) Page #2

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I don't go tellin' her who to f***.

- Luisella, you're ridiculous.

- He's waiting for me.

Yeah right,

with a horse and carriage.

Mara, did I ask you anything?

What the f*** do you all care?

It's my money,

I'll do whatever the f*** I want.

There's no way he's gonna

kiss love good-bye for 800,000 lire.

That guy would sell you

for just 10,000 lire.

I gave him that money on the spur of

the moment, he didn't ask me for it.

- Wow, you even admit it!

- Mara, get offa my back!

- Don't go, don't lose face.

- Mind your own business, fat cow.

Outta the way, b*tch!

She acts like that

every time a guy screws her over,

which happens all the time.

Do you feel sick?

No...

...sort of.

I have to deliver

this painting to Apartment 10.

- They're asleep at Mariani's now.

- Mariani? Mrs. Mariani.

- Mrs.?

- Miss.

Miss Mariani

works at the Open Market at night,

and sleeps during the day,

so it wouldn't be right to wake her.

- Are you the concierge?

- I wish.

I'm the building administrator.

Thank you.

- The Ignorant Fairy is beautiful.

- You know her?

- Who?

- The Fairy.

It's the name of the painting,

it's by Joseph Lanti.

I didn't know that.

But this is just a copy.

You can leave it with me,

I'll give it to Miss Mariani.

No,

I have to deliver it personally.

If that's what you want,

then come back on a Sunday

around lunchtime,

or you can go to the Open Market.

- All right, good-bye.

- What about my glass?

Sorry.

MARIANI M. & CO.

Offices located on: Via del Commercio

Hurry up here,

we need you guys.

Excuse me, what floor...

You've got the keys,

why don't you use them?

If you didn't bring dessert,

I'll kill you.

Sorry,

I thought it was Riccardo with...

- I'm looking for Miss Mariani.

- Who?

Miss Mariani...

isn't this her house?

For the painting.

That depends...

Come in.

Have a seat.

Serra, get over here.

Figure out what she wants,

she's speaking in code.

Hello.

- Don't you remember me?

- I don't know.

Michele?

Do you want some orange juice?

Whatever you want.

- Maybe this isn't the right time.

- There's never a right time here.

I'm Mara, nice to meet you.

Likewise, I'm Antonia.

- Have a drink.

- No, thanks.

Drink up!

Trust me.

Sorry about my timing,

it's always off,

I just wanted to speak

with Miss Mariani.

You've made a mistake,

this is my house and there's no

Miss Mariani living here.

But she told me

that Miss Mariani lives here,

and that I should stop by on Sunday.

I messed up, I do that a lot.

She used to live here,

but not anymore. Right, Michele?

Right, and she's not coming back,

at least for now.

She never says where she's going,

it's tough to get a hold of her.

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