Reality Page #2

Luciano, where are you going?

Michele, you tell him!

What can I say?

No, I'm sick of this!

You gotta go, I have things to do.

- Get out!

- The lady's right.

Convinced now?

Thanks for your patience.

It's okay.

Get out, that's it.

Ma, I'm making pastries,

bread too.

I need that for the pastries.

Shame on you, ma'am.

I was wrong.

What happened to that one?

- It doesn't look so good, but...

- Doesn't look so good?

- Just dirt.

- It comes off.

Who can I give this thing to?

- Don't give me 500, just 250.

- No way!

- Don't yell.

- I'm not yelling.

Calm down!

My customers

want these things neat and clean.

Don't want it? Don't take it.

Michele, hold this.

- Pay me for four.

- Always the same old story.

- What can I give 'em now?

- Nothin'.

It's not my fault.

Here's 2,000 euro,

the rest tomorrow.

- We'll see.

- Four plus one...

- Five.

- Even he can count, see?

- Luciano, you always do this stuff.

- No, it's the first time.

The door.

- I'll be back tomorrow.

- I'll call you.

Happy now '2.

- See what you got me into?

- I don't know what to say.

Take it easy.

Forget your pay this week.

Goddammit, jeeze!

I'm job-hunting,

I have a degree in Economics.

- Why Big Brother?

- I may get noticed and become a CEO.

- It's important to dream.

- I agree.

- Next, 562.

- Hi, good evening.

- Name?

- Ambrosanio Roberto.

- What do you do?

- I study Business Administration.

And my passion's techno music.

- And why Big Brother?

- It makes you popular...

There's tryouts for Big Brother.

- Up there.

- Let's go see.

I play soccer.

- What position?

- Forward, in the D league.

From soccer to Big Brother?

Yes, you can earn more.

Not bad,

Thanks a lot, bye.

And now it's...

Enzo!

Good evening.

- Name?

- Mariarca.

- Last name?

- Tagliamonte.

- From Naples, right?

- Near Naples, Portici.

Why Big Brother?

- To be rich and famous.

- Finally someone sincere.

- Lucia what?

- Magnotta.

- Born in...?

- Naples.

- On...?

- 26 March 1935.

- Sign here.

- You'll land me in jail.

- Nothin' will happen.

- What could possibly happen?

We make the first three payments,

nothin' will happen.

What have you got to lose?

My pension.

It's the only thing

they can't take from you.

- It's what I live on.

- Don't worry!

People die of worry!

Excuse me.

Papa?

You gotta come, there's tryouts

for Big Brother, even Enzo's here.

I can't, I'm busy,

I'd love to, honest.

Talk to Martina.

Papa, come on,

these guys can't do a thing.

I don't know, I'm really busy.

Get off the phone!

Put Mommy on, please, I'm busy.

Maria, what should I do?

I'm busy.

Nah, don't come and don't worry,

I'll handle this.

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