Incompresa Page #4

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Come on, let's be friends.

Come on!

- Aria, say something.

Well, there'll be time to become

friends, get to know each other...

Oh, it's getting late.

We've got to run, or we'll be late.

- Two minutes. - Go and get ready!

Do you have a boyfriend?

Come on, I won't say anything to

your mum. Go on, tell me.

How come your hair's like that?

Do you like boy's haircuts?

Did you know I went to see your mum play?

Damn, she's so good!

It was at the Santa Cecilia.

My god, an amazing concert!

My God, who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** is your mother?

My God...

What a minx!

Mum, when will you be back?

- Soon.

Besides, Nanny Angela is here.

- Don't worry, I'm here.

Ah, then you're Donatina! Donatina...

Mum, I made this flower bracelet for you.

Oh, cute. - Whose eyes does she have?

- Thank you. - Her father's.

Ah, her father's! Come on, it's late.

We have to go. - Okay.

Come on! Bye everyone!

- Bye. - Bye bye!

Bye!

- Bye.

Come on, let's go and do your homework.

- Okay. - Times tables: 9 times 1?

Can't we do French first?

- No! 9 times 1?

Mistreated, but kind.

Darling, don't be afraid.

The time will come.

Hi, are you Aria? - Who is it, Lucy?

- Yes, is my dad there?

No, but your sister is.

- Lucrezia! Where is she?

Please, come in.

This way.

Lucrezia!

Thank you, Lucy. You may go.

F***ing hell, you shaved your head?

Wait 'till Dad sees...

He's American, maybe he'll like it.

How cute!

What's his name?

- Le Bon, like Simon Le Bon.

Don't touch him or he'll scratch you,

he doesn't like strangers.

Look...

All pink.

This is the guest room, you'll sleep here.

Good evening, Sir.

- Good evening.

Thanks.

Lucrezia? Darling, Dad's here.

Daddy!

Aria's here.

- Dad!

Ah, you're here.

What the f*** have you done?

Don't you like it?

Has your mother seen this? Well, that

woman barely notices that you exist.

Poor child of mine, you're a mess.

You should copy Lucrezia, look:

long, blonde hair...

See? See her pretty long, blonde hair?

She's beautiful.

You're hot, do you have a fever?

- No Dad, I'm fine.

To bed right away, come on!

Let me see your tongue.

Have you been eating cakes again?

- No. - No more cakes, my girl!

Dad, I haven't eaten any!

- Chocolate will give you spots.

Dad, in "The Secret of the Mummy"...

was it you who jumped from the third

floor or was it the stuntman?

You need to be quiet,

I need to concentrate.

Oh, my God! "On the soul of my niece,

take away the police..."

Bastards!

Pigs!

They bring bad luck.

You have to be careful.

There's no more freedom.

Ouch!

Dad!

Yeah, here I am!

What is it, what happened?

- My legs hurt.

Here, let me do it.

There, they hurt because you're growing.

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