Lords of London Page #2

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friends. But she's not happy, Tony.

She looks happy to me.

She's in love with a-an English boy. She wants

to go to travelling to London, you know?

Ah, London's OK.

- It's not how you remember it, Tony.

- What are you talking about?

I've spent me whole life in London.

It's a fantastic city.

Perhaps I am... just an old man, talking.

- But if you want to use the phone...

- Yes, the phone! Where is it?

It's in the next village.

Good luck, Tony.

Tony, Tony! Tony!

- Margherita's missing.

- What?

- I had a fight with her, yesterday.

- About her boyfriend?

Yes! I don't know where she is gone, now.

I look everywhere, but...

Calm down, calm down. I'll look for her.

I'm forever blowing bubbles

pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high

up to the sky

- And, and then?

- Just like my dreams

all dreams always hiding

- that's all they hiding

- No, they hide forever.

- Yes, and?

- I looked everywhere

I'm forever blowing bubbles

pretty bubbles in the air

Brava!

- You found her, Tony?

- Yes, I found her. She's with the English boy.

- And I gotta say, they look pretty good together.

- It's not that we disapprove.

What... what do we do?

But this guy, he want takes her away...

from her studies, Tony.

She's an artist. And a natural, too.

So let 'em go, these kids.

Let 'em do their own thing.

She want to go travelling with him.

If she live with him in London,

she never come back here.

Of course, she will. They

always come back, don't they?

She have to stay here.

This is her land, Tony.

I don't want to lose her.

Here, is her destiny, Tony.

We have to do something. I

know exactly what to do.

Stop it. Not violence, Tony.

Not violence, please.

I can't wait to go to London.

With you, my love.

I want to see everything. Every

places, every... every cities.

And I want to sing with you. Every time we do.

I want to visit Bath, York, Canterbary.

Canterbury.

Cantabry.

Canterbury.

Cannbury.

- Yes.

- That'll do.

What's that?

- What is from your town?

- Will you shut the f*** up?

- Sorry, my love.

- You shut the f*** up, right?

You got it?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. OK? I'm sorry.

Margherita, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. OK?

I'm sorry. Come here. Come here.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Come on.

I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry.

You alright? You OK? Look at me. Look at me.

You alright? You OK, then? Yeah.

I'm sorry.

OK? Yes? Yeah? OK?

Yeah, say yeah. Say yeah. Say yeah. Go on.

- You know I'm sorry, don't you?

- I don't know.

You do. You know I'm sorry. OK.

What, no kisses this time? Not

with that around your faces, no?

I was gonna tell you, mate, but I

just had to let Tony see it...

- Why, what's the problem?

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