Don Camillo Page #4

Apples won't help with your exams. | Go study!

That old pig | let his pigeons out again.

Killer! Assassin!

Do my pigeons bother you | passing over your land?

They block the sun!

The sun wasn't made | for old fools like you!

If you shoot again, | I'll set your hut on fire!

I shoot at whatever | passes over what's mine.

Here's your pigeon, | it's tough as iron. Take it!

- Eat it! | - You rotten old buzzard.

- Eat it so it'll strangle you! | - So you could cry over me!

Rotten buzzard!

[The pigeon | didn't go to waste.]

[Gina brought it to Miss Cristina | who had a feast.]

[Cristina had taught | at the town school for 50 years.]

[When she retired, | the people...]

[... had given her an alarm clock. | So the old teacher sets the alarm...]

[... and continues hoping | for a pension from the government.]

- Who is it? | - Scartassini.

Who are the others?

Friends of mine. | We have something important to say.

Come in.

- Well, what is it? | - Something important happened.

There were elections | and the Reds won.

The Reds are rotten people.

- But, we're the Reds! | - They're still rotten.

We know | what we want politically...

...and we really | don't need anything...

...but when it comes to administration | you need to write, answer reports...

...and you're the only one | we can turn to, paid of course.

You'll pay me?

We can come from the fields | every night and you can drill us.

Look at the reports, | correct our mistakes...

It's too late for you. | You should have studied long ago.

We were sent to the fields | instead of school.

- The fault wasn't all ours. | - Who are you?

- Ah, Brusco dell'Abbruciata. | - Yes. - The same brat as always.

You're right, | it wasn't your fault.

Be seated!

Has Giuseppino gotten | all his teeth yet?

He's about to be married!

Is your sister-in-law | still nasty, Luigi?

She gets worse | as she gets older.

Get out!

Me?

You did me too many wrongs!

But, you can't...

This rascal came to school | with pockets full of frogs.

One day he came to school | riding a cow!

But he's the Mayor!

Mayor or not, | if you don't leave...

...Ill cane you so hard, | you'll go bald! Go away!

I told you so, | I played a few too many on her.

You're never to step foot | here again.

Even if you become | Minister of Education!

Peppone is an ass.

Peppone brought this to me to type. | He wants 15 copies.

Listen to this mess. | First and last warning.

Last night too a vicious anonymous | hand wrote an offensive insult...

...on our daily message board.

The hand of this slob | has to calm down.

He's exploiting our work | to provoke us.

If he don't stop, | he'll be sorry when it's too late.

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