The Man Who Cried Page #2

Come on.

No.

Did you see|how he looked at me?

You see, Suzie,

there are rules|of how you get your man.

Rules? What rules?

Well, first,

you must play hard to get.

If it is too easy, he loses interest.|He must feel that he is, uh, a hunter,

and you are a beautiful|wild animal he is hunting.

It's a primitive instinct,|you see.

Second, if you want to make|a man want you,

and only you,|you must smile.

And you must listen.|You always listen.

Mmm. He needs attention.|Men, you see, they are very,

very fragile.

And third,|you must look good.

Very good.

Actually, that's probably|the most important thing of all.

You know, without my looks,

I would never have|got out of Russia.

Never. Will you tell me|something frankly, Suzie?

Do you think...

I should get my hair bleached some|more or should I leave it like this?

Hmm?

So what do you think explains the|rise of Fascism in your country?

An artist must be|above politics.

- Don't you agree, Felix?|- So they say.

But, you know,|there has been "caos. "

- Come se dice "caos"?|- Chaos.

Chaos. Chaos and confusion|in my country.

Mussolini believes|in order and organization.

He understands that the Italian|people must regain back...

their self-respect.

By putting on black shirts and marching|up and down in one of those rallies?

Ah, you intellectual, huh?

For the working man, the rallies|are about dignity and strength.

The lighting, the music, the|choreography creates an atmosphere.

Magnifico!

- Mussolini most certainly|has a great sense of theater.

Certo. Certo, huh?

And everything he does,|huh, is big.

Yes. Yes.

You could learn something, Felix. He|really knows how to reach his public, huh?

Felix, thank you|very much.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Let's go.|They're just gypsies.

So you, uh,|sleep here, hmm?

And your, uh, friend...

sleeps over there?

Da.

This is, uh,

how it was...

for me.

Yes.

This is, uh, how it was.

My mother and a baby|in one bed.

And my brothers and me|in the other.

End to end.

The sacrifices my mother|made for me.

But why?

Why did your|little friend, huh,

refuse my invitation?

It's here.

It's too big for you,|the room?

Perhaps soon there'll be not two, not|three, but four occupants in the residence.

Would you say that again,|Madame Goldstein?

So now I understand why you didn't|seem like the other English girls.

Eat.|Thank you.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Did he buy that too?|- Yes.

You would not believe some of the|restaurants he has taken me to.

Oh, my God. You have never|seen such luxury.

It's beauty, this one.|Don't touch.

Get back. Your hands,|they're dirty.

It fits me like a glove.|He knows my size.

I won't tell you how he knows,|but he knows it.

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