I Vitelloni Page #3
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Bastards, you oughta be in bed!
What's left for us to do?
Another day has come to an end.
Nothing to do but go home, as usual.
Alberto lives
with his mama and sister,
and he knows that
Mama waits up until he gets in.
Alberto's home.
Riccardo, as usual,
stares at his growing gut.
Helluva time to walk in,
you little punk!
'Night, Papa. 'Night, Mama.
After eating the meal
his aunts have left for him,
Leopoldo prepares to work
on his new play.
He puts on his favorite
record, Fly the Night
and sits at his table.
Removing the cap of his pen,
he draws a triangle
and watches his characters
parade across the ceiling.
Caterina.
She's the neighbors'maid.
Hi, Caterina. How's it going?
Not so good.
It's too cold out.
How are you doing?
- Okay. I'm working.
Really?
What a lovely moon!
- As lovely as you.
- Liar!
Why do you always play that song?
It inspires me.
only Moraldo walks the empty streets.
What if I left too?
Where are you off to?
It's 3:
00 a.m.Aren't you gonna sleep?
Sleep? I just got up.
I always get up at 3:00.
- Why?
- I go to work.
Work?
At the station.
Sit down a minute.
What do you do?
What kinda work?
I just told you:
I work.- Is this a railroad cap?
- Yeah.
Tell me, are you happy?
It's okay.
- Want a smoke?
- Sure.
I had one here...
Sorry, I'm out.
Listen...
- How's the helmet?
- Okay, it fits fine.
- Will it fly?
- Sooner than my enemies think.
So it does fly! Invite me,
and I'll bring a spoon to celebrate.
Olga.
Come out here for a moment.
Do me a favor. I'll pay you back
on Sunday. I'm closing a deal.
Lend me 1,000 lire.
- So you'll pay me back?
- Yeah.
You worked all night?
They should give you a raise.
I'll have a word with the boss.
- I only have 500.
- That's okay.
Thanks, Olga. See you.
Massimo and Leopoldo are off
to Bologna for the trotters.
I've got an inside tip.
Let's get a bet down.
I've got 300 - how about you?
Now, even on Sundays,
the beach is deserted,
Still, we'd stare out to sea.
If you were offered 10,000 lire,
would you go in?
I would.
Let's go.
Let's go and watch Giudizio fish.
Come on, Riccardo.
You know who Leopoldo looks like?
The priest!
Please don't tell Mama you saw me.
You said it was over with him.
Listen.
Let me go!
Quit staring, guys.
Come on,
Hi, Alberto.
- Look...
- We keep bumping into each other.
You're making me look like a jerk
in front of my friends.
Your friends mocking other people?
That's rich.
Ya gotta break up with that jerk!
What can you expect from him?
Nothing.
I don't expect anything.
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