A Hero of Our Times Page #4

puts it down, I'll crush his head.

Everyone's after my head

this evening!

Look, look, the hairdresser's coming!

Mamma mia!

- Who?

- You know her, take her home.

Watch me. I'll stop her.

- Good evening, Miss Marcella,

how're you? - Fine, thank you.

Let me introduce you to my 2 slaves,

my employees.

- Aurelio Bilancia.

- Glad to meet you.

- Dottor Pedocchi.

- Glad to meet you.

- Lucky you.

- Dottore, are you heading home?

If I'm heading... really...

How come, alone?

Got nervous, I was at the cinema with

a guy and he starts moving his hands.

- What d'you mean, where to?

- Relax!

Isn't it a disgusting vice!

I says:
"Stop it, take off your hands.

Put your hands in your pockets!"

Nothing, he just goes on.

Then I hit him,

and now I have to go home alone.

- Are you afraid?

- A little, will you come with me?

Really, we were having a conference.

- A pity.

- We were...

- If you allow me, I'll accompany you.

- I don't allow it!

You can't,

you're having a conference.

- Don't push it!

- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What d'you say?

Should I have accompanied her?

- What're you waiting for?

- What's there to think about?

- Stay calm!

- Go for it!

- Let me think.

- About what?!

- Admit you don't want to go.

- I don't want to go, ok?

You could have said so,

I'd have gone.

Don't you say so! I've been cultivating

her for 3 years, and you want to cut in!

- Why don't you go with her, then?

- Why, why...

Would you go with someone who's

underage?

- She's underage?

- She isn't 18 yet.

D'you know what?

I'd have gone.

Why should I take any chances?

I'm lucky to be patient,

and that one, next year, she'll be 18,

- and I'll go for her without any risks.

- Alberto!

You saw how she looked at me,

I'll steal her away from you.

- You'll do what?

- I'll steal her.

O, you'll do that?

Fine, upon my word, the first time

I'll meet her, I'll steal her.

- Good night.

- So long.

I'm a slob, but he'll steal my foot,

he hasn't washed in three moths.

- Didn't he build himself a bath

at Easter? - Yes, I saw it.

He stacked inside heaps of newspapers,

the books, the suitcase, the buggy,

- so admit you don't want to take a bath!

- To me you're telling it?!

I have him in my office!

- Drive him out!

- And where do I put him?

- With the widow.

- Impossible.

Talk to the manager and have me

transferred into your office.

- Say I'm indispensable.

- The widow's in love with you.

She swore on her husband's body she

won't remarry! What does she want from me?

I'll talk to the manager tomorrow.

- But, carefully.

- Carefully.

- Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

- No!

Maybe it's better we left.

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