Forgive Us Our Debts

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Good morning, Mother Superior.

Be good. Thank you, sister. Okay.

Leave this pallet for last.

Load the others up first.

Bruno, you do the 8:30 load.

-But I clock off at 8:00.

-Load up, then clock off.

Guido, what the f*** are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing? Get off.

Now that was hard, wasn't it?

You're not cut out for this job.

-You nearly overturned it too.

-But I didn't. You can go.

You're firing me?

You can't drive the truck!

You're no use to me!

Well? Get back to work!

FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS

Good evening.

-Viktor's not here?

-No, I am.

-And who are you?

-A friend.

Where is he?

Viktor's gone back home, his uncle died.

-Sorry to hear that. Will he be back?

-Well, his uncle won't.

Here.

-Is this mine?

-Yes.

-I haven't ordered yet.

-Is this not it?

-No, that's not my drink.

-Sorry. Which one is it?

That one, in front of you.

No, on the left.

-On the left.

-That one.

-Sorry.

-No problem.

Don't worry,

Viktor will be back in three days.

Is Viktor not here?

No, Viktor's not here.

-Can I have a liter of milk?

-Of course. Here you are.

-Thanks.

-Bye.

Goodbye.

-Viktor filled me in about everyone.

-You got mine wrong, though.

That's right. I don't know why.

Here it says you always sit in the corner,

you drink whisky... and...

you look like an old deflated dinghy.

Don't look at me like that.

They're his words.

-What's your name?

-Sorry.

-What's your name?

-Rina.

-Rina... Can I have another, please?

-Of course.

F***. The bastards!

-Guido!

-Professor, I saw you were still up.

I suffered from insomnia when I was 20,

-so just imagine now.

-Isn't that music a bit loud?

No one's complained so far.

-They have, but you don't hear them.

-I don't want to hear them.

My fridge is broken.

Can I put this stuff in yours?

Yes, of course, come in.

-It's no use...

-What?

There are areas on the snooker table

that are hardly ever used.

-If you stick to some rules.

-What rules are those?

The first is... never attack head-on

a country more powerful than you.

If, for example,

ball number seven is Germany,

and ball number three is the USA...

Another political-ballistic theory--

If I play with number five,

which is Italy...

Portugal! It's always a poor country

that ends up in the hole.

And look here!

The tobacco industries,

pharmaceutical industries and banks...

the arms industry, all intact!

They weren't even touched

in the manoeuver.

What manoeuver?

-Don't you believe me?

-No.

See if you can do it.

They're shielded by seven and three.

And there's no way Germany and the USA

will let Italy intimidate them.

-What are you talking about?

-Then try it. Try it.

Right... The aim is to knock

this cigarette packet off. Right?

Yes.

No! Stop!

You can't make a straight hit

at the big industries

like tobacco and pharmaceuticals.

Why? It's not a powerful country.

The rule--

There are different rules.

The second depends on fractals.

Do you know what fractals are?

No.

A fractal is a mathematical system

that is repeated to infinity.

It has the same structure

as a cauliflower.

If you break off a piece of cauliflower,

this new piece is an identical

smaller version of the mother.

The Italian political-economic system

is like a fractal.

All it does is reproduce models that have

already been tried out. A cauliflower.

You can't make a direct hit

at the pharmaceutical or arms industries.

You just can't! It's never been done.

If you want to do it,

you have to do it indirectly.

But you'll never get anywhere!

So, if I bounce it off there,

I can hit ball seven, right?

You can hit Germany indirectly!

That's what I've been trying to do

since this morning.

-You've swallowed Greece!

-Well...

The poor Greeks.

You really are insensitive!

With all the problems they have already!

I believe...

the only way possible is... a collision!

Yes.

The only way to hit out at the powers

that be, is to get involved, dear Guido.

Pure chaos, incontrollable entropy.

A collision!

Professor, I'm very fond of you,

but you're a crazy conspirator.

Yes! I am a crazy conspirator!

You're right, it's true.

Come here,

I'll get you a glass of licorice liqueur.

You can tell me if it's any good.

There's a place here

for conspirators like me.

-In China?

-In China!

There's a very remote town

where money has never caught on

in such a terrifying way.

Just think, bartering lies

at the heart of social relationships.

A place that doesn't use money?

There's another system that perhaps

doesn't exclude people as ours does.

-I wonder how one keeps in the system.

-I never worked it out.

I never succeeded, and I never will.

-When were you there?

-Three months before she died.

It was my first trip

on an Italian passport.

Professor, if you go to China,

who'll put my stuff in the fridge?

Have they decided to take you on

at the warehouse?

Not yet.

-Guido, take this.

-No.

You can't be without electricity.

You just can't. Come on!

It's too much.

One hundred fifty euros too much?

Take it.

-I'll pay you back as soon as I can.

-Don't worry, I won it.

-I've found a bar full of mugs.

-Thanks, Professor.

Have you got a light?

Remember to pay your debts!

Good morning.

-Good morning, sir.

-Zegni, nice to see you.

-How are things?

-Fine.

-Mrs. Sala?

-She's just popped out.

-Wait here. She won't be long.

-No. I'll wait downstairs.

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