Violent Life Page #3

lady of the house.

Right.

- So you won't come tomorrow?

- I don't think so.

We'll meet at the tram stop

and go to the movies. How about it?

- It depends.

- On what?

Listen, you can wait for me

at the stop on the corner,

tomorrow, around four.

If my dad goes out

and my friend visits her cousin,

I can make up an excuse to my mom

and maybe come.

I'll wait two hours,

as long as you show up.

I'll come, if I can.

It's late, I have to go.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Hello.

I have to go.

Bye, Irene.

Bye.

Shall we go?

If my dad sees me...

He won't,

old guys always go to bars.

To have a drink and a game of cards.

Yes, but my dad comes to these bars.

He's got friends here.

Oh.

If we meet up, at least we'll get

our introductions over with.

- Yes...

- Yes.

- Your friend's very pretty.

- Yes, she is.

- What's her name?

- Diasira. She's got a fianc.

Lucky her.

With a guy from Tormarancia,

but he's not a nice guy.

He works for a week

then stays home a month.

- He doesn't want to work.

- Well, what do you expect?

Not all girls get lucky.

Not nowadays...

Handsome, isn't he?

He's a great actor.

He's a real muscle man.

Oh, God!

It's not a real story,

it's just a film!

Right, so Hercules

didn't really exist!

He may have existed, but when?

A thousand years ago!

And so?

Stop it! Cut it out, Tommaso!

- Why?

- Because I said so.

We're not doing anything wrong.

I won't come to the movies

with you again!

Don't go all serious on me now.

If I'd known you were like this,

I'd never have come!

What's the big deal?

We're not doing anything...

Keep quiet!

Will you be quiet?

I want to see the film!

Have some manners!

Go on, just a little bit...

I swear on my mom's life,

just a little bit.

I want to watch the film!

You're so beautiful!

I like you, you know that?

- You got that?

- Yes.

Carletto, I need to talk to you.

I got myself a pretty girl

down in Garbatella

A real stunner, top of the range.

Tommaso gives it his all,

for the woman he loves.

Go sing at the bar!

Listen, she won't see me now.

I don't know why.

So we have to serenade her,

you're good at that.

I've got to impress her.

Damn you...

- Well?

- I have to see.

What?

My guitar's at the pawn shop

and I'm broke.

- I need some cash.

- How much?

- A couple of thousand liras.

- Two thousand?

Where will you get that?

- It's the truth.

- What's so funny?

Two thousand liras.

- Let go of me!

- Give me your bag or I'll kill you!

- No! Let me go!

- Give me your bag or I'll kill you!

You swine! My bag!

The moon is reflected

In the windows of your balcony

And you are hiding

Behind your curtains

I'm here to sing a song

To say, "I love you"

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