Magnifica presenza (Magnificent Presence) Page #2

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I meant...

professional experience?

I've done small local ads.

Pietro Ponte is afraid.

Like, for instance,

Resilio Jewelers in Catania.

Maybe you know it, it's famous.

Now he's sad.

Then the Rizzo Car Dealership...

...in Ragusa.

- Show me your right profile?

Left! - And then I came to Rome.

Thank you.

- Pietro Ponte's finished, thank you.

- Already?

Okay, thank you.

- It's for a laundry powder, right?

- A softener.

Pietro Ponte is afraid.

Pietro Ponte is very afraid.

Pietro Ponte, be surprised.

Pietro Ponte

be a little more surprised.

Pietro Ponte, you're not surprised!

Smile now, Pietro Ponte.

Smile more.

Pietro Ponte...

...will never make it.

Pietro Ponte is tired.

Very tired.

Mommy.

Mommy, is that you?

No sign of a break in,

the windows are fine...

...the door was locked

Let's check in here.

Go in.

It's so cold in here!

There's no one here either.

Stop saying I was dreaming...

...and it was dark.

Maria?

Maria!

- You're a b*tch!

- Sorry.

At least tell me what they look like...

...how they talk,

if they're violent, ragged, smelly.

- I bet they're illegal immigrants.

- How would I know!

- They were all made up, dressed...

- They're made up.

Trannies! They're trannies.

That's odd, because they earn a lot.

Maybe you had a beer and...

Yeah, a guy drinks a beer

and people come in his house!

You, with the gay, will let anyone in.

Idiot!

You're tickling me, Maria,

that's so nice!

No, hold my hand...

I like it, makes me feel secure.

Thank God you're here.

Hug me tight.

Your hand's a bit cold.

Cold hand, warm heart.

Pietro, what is it?

Did you call me?

You're not well.

I'm off, I'm already late.

Listen, I've been thinking

about this all night.

You need to get laid.

I don't know how, or who with...

...man, woman, your choice

but you have to get laid.

Bye.

Maria!

Hold it, don't move.

- Maria! - What is it?

- Don't move.

What is it?

Oh, right.

What an idiot!

My bosses would freak out!

Oh, my God!

- Tell me I wasn't wearing earrings.

- You weren't! - Good.

So I haven't lost them.

So, everything's okay.

Have a good day, Pietro.

Wait, I'll come with you.

You gave me a contract

for a house that's already occupied,

Did you know that?

You thought I was an idiot, right?

I trusted you.

You seemed like a nice person.

Do you have to be

an a**hole in this world?

Listen, I have a signed contract.

Kick them out, whatever,

but you have to resolve this.

Thank you so much, ma'am.

"Let's make it Thursday night,

send the address. Massimo".

"Let's make it Thursday night,

send the address. Massimo"...

Thursday night...

Let's make it Thursday night...

Send the address.

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