La bella gente Page #4

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Thank you.

Wait...

I'll do it.

That's it.

- It suits me.

- Happy Birthday.

Thank you, my love.

Let's go in.

It's cold.

You make good money that way.

You concede a credit without

reimbursement garantee

and in the worst case,

you keep the property.

Even if I had money,

what isn't the case,

I won't do such stuff.

Is it my fault if people

overestimate themselves?

They ask for a credit

just to go on vacation!

You always talk about money.

Pity!

You're a geek,

like your father.

No money, no women,

no champagne!

I'm kidding.

It gets too deep for me.

- I'm going to sleep.

- Good night, Flaminia.

- Good night.

- I'll wait upstairs.

- Good night.

- Is Flaminia back?

- It was Flaminia.

- Did you like the pool?

- I'll take it!

- You know Fabrizio

it must be optimized:

two houses, a swimming pool.

Okay, now I want to know

who this Russian girl is.

Nadja is the daughter of a friend.

- I understood that.

- She's someone we want to help.

Mom's idea, I guess.

It's a very delicate story.

Is she from the refuge?

Have you noticed the little chair

by the roadside?

A prostitute?

She sat there

and we picked her up.

- By your own will?

- Yes.

- Are you mad?

- Her face was familiar.

What did I say?

What will they do with her?

Alfredo has good connections,

they'll find her a job.

- You'd rather stay out of it.

- If they ask...

You've imagination at least.

She's talented! If she can also work,

she'll have a good life!

My mom used to say:

better be lucky than rich!

Be careful, you make me fall!

Incredible. I never thought

they'd go that far.

I don't stay in the house

with that girl.

- She steals and worse.

- She steals?

She wears my dress.

Surely my mother has given

it to her.

Your parents are crazy.

What's the problem?

That's their business.

And ours, since she's here

and she wears my dress.

- Will take her to Rome?

- What do you care?

Are you jealous?

- Tell the truth.

- Me, jealous of a whore?

In her place, I'd try to

make myself a little girl.

What you say is evil.

Wicked!

It's not funny.

I'll get some water.

Sorry... I was thirsty.

For water.

No problem.

Is it cool, at least?

- Yes.

- Ok, good.

Want to eat something?

A fruit juice?

- No, thank you.

- It's okay, really.

Good night.

Where've you been

for so long?

Was it long?

- I was in Russia.

- F*** you.

But I prefer Rome.

You're in this horrible pajamas.

I can take it off.

- No, I'm sleeping.

- Sleeping?

I'll take care of it.

Still want to sleep?

Good morning.

The night of the great battles!

If you can!

Well, I still defend myself,

you know?

Ask your mother.

- No, don't ask her.

- Better not.

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