La bella gente

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Think about it.

Take care.

Susanna...

I'm so tired!

Shall I help you?

Thank you.

I put on some music.

- Where's Fabrizio?

- He's out. Come in.

No, I'm walking the dog.

Where did he go now?

Come.

We'll have lunch tomorrow!

By the way, I met Paola.

Are they already there?

Yes, and they've already invited

us for lunch tomorrow!

And Doggiedog?

I took him out and gave him food.

Now he's happy.

He's a good dog.

What did he do?

- He jumped on me.

- What if I do the same?

It wouldn't be a bad idea.

Really?

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

Leftovers.

- Delicious, this cheese!

- My ancestors were certainly shepherds!

You never say no

to a drink, right?

Never!

How do you like it?

- It's very good.

- A client of Trentino sent it to me.

- Rich, really rich!

- I haven't seen a lire yet.

Only wine!

They invited us one evening.

The worst dinner of my life.

They only talked about football,

about players...

"This team has done that..."

Match fixed. What a bore!

- I'd have thrown them out.

- She's kidding!

She thinks I'm dumb!

I brought Giulietta to my last

job meetings.

- Who's that?

- Tell him.

Miss Big-tits, his secretary.

It was she who chose her,

not me.

Just missing that you f*ck her

and say it's my faulth!

- You'll never change!

- So you choose his mistresses?

- She also counts them.

- Of course.

- You still work at the refuge?

- Of course.

You can't imagine the violence

these women have to endure.

They should take revenge.

- You come along tomorrow?

- To the village.

Let's do a little race.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

My love!

Johnny!

He's so cute!

Look...

Look how he walks.

Come on...

Be careful!

- Well, see you tonight.

- I don't know, let's call.

Let's go.

You come from London

and stay at Flaminia?

Giglio,

you'd be here in three hours.

But it's her birthday!

Well, take her with you.

But be here before the cake.

Wait, I'll call you back.

What's going on?

What happened to you?

You know that road, where

the prostitutes use to be?

- There was a child.

- Whom are you talking about?

I passed by and saw

how this guy beat her.

Calm down please

and explain.

I came home with Paola

after the races.

I saw this girl of 16 or 17

and this guy who beat her.

He beat her in the face

and laughed.

Well...

I drove Paola home, she isn't yet

out of her own bullshit,

and went back there

to see how she was.

I found her by the roadside

puking her guts out.

I didn't know what to do.

- Shall I call the police?

- What will the police do?

Someone from your refuge then,

Father Germano.

- Or that girl...

- Francesca.

- It's her field.

- I don't know...

She's so yong, a little girl.

I don't know,

tell me what I should do.

Investing in oil?

Go ahead, but take Futures.

What do you want to say?

- Host a whore...

It's simply crazy.

And maybe her choice.

His choice?

She's just a little girl.

A little girl who knows life.

Are these fools who let their husband

beat them not enough for you?

They aren't fools,

there are other reasons.

Want an advice?

Send some SMS for

Uganda and Mozambique,

and give yourself a good conscience

for a few cents.

Well, I'll leave now.

Please don't tell Fabrizio.

It was just such an idea.

I won't. Bye dear.

Maybe some nice truck driver

falls in love and kidnapps her.

And they lived happily

and had many children!

Hi, Fabrizio.

Are you hungry, honey?

- Talk about it quietly.

- Yes let's be quiet!

And close our eyes

what you are so good at.

- Many words and little action.

- That's not true.

Like during the protests.

I was fighting and you,

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