Malizia 2mila

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M A L I C I O U S

- 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 ...

Enzino!

Well then!

So? Is that a nice thing to do?

With mom who's sleeping?

- Why, she sleeps? Isn't she dead?

Antonio, can I play here?

- No.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

Well? I haven't said yes, I said no.

Oof!

What does it mean that widow Corallo

is the most beautiful ass of Catania?

How's that?

- It's not me who said it.

Dad said so.

Dad !?

- Yes, I overheard him on the landing.

Will you explain what the hell that means?

But when did you hear him? Today?

- Nooo...

You're the best heart of Catania.

What would I have done without you?

Forget it! Both widowed.

And then, Margherita

was like a sister to me!

Poor soul!

- Again!?

Mom is dead. Mom is dead.

Mom is dead. Mom is dead.

Hey!

Who is it?

Is it you, Nino?

Let me in.

- Don't bother me!

Oof! There, I can't play,

because Antonio will not let me.

Over there, I can't play

because mom is dead.

So, where do I play?

Not even in the bathroom can I play!

Oof! I want to play!

I'm going for a moment to the store,

to finish the inventory.

Hard times, they are!

We must combine business with pleasure.

What am I saying?

Make a virtue out of necessity, right?

That's it.

Can you give a look?

Go down calmly, I'll mind the deceased.

What a misfortune, oh my!

Peppino!

- Ignazio. I still can't realize it.

Take courage!

How did it happen?

The other night I found her dead in bed.

Oh, Jesus, my Jesus, what a misfortune!

- Huh, we just didn't need that!

Poor Margherita!

- Thanks.

Sir, may I start doing something?

- Yes, go say a few prayers to Margherita.

She'll be very pleased.

- Yes, I can also pray here...

Matteo will come directly to the cemetery?

I don't know.

Hurry up! I can't stay a month!

- This bolt of cloth is moth-eaten.

Should we throw it away?

- Throw what? Put it in the bargains!

Concettina! - Here!

My condolences. We lack a batiste.

Look for it! What else you wanna do?

Condolences. This is a stained muslin.

We sell it at cost?

What cost? Send it to the dry cleaner.

What cost price!

And you, what you're doing, Lo Coco?

- I measure the remnants!

And you measure off the cuff?

- To be quicker.

Quicker to screw me!

How long is this, in your opinion?

Some 9 feet. - Now we'll check

with the yardstick. Where is it?

One...

two...

three... Three and forty-five.

Wretch! You want to ruin me.

- But, I've seen you doing it.

And you'd be a normal man? Your arm

stretched seems a crossing barrier.

It takes the yardstick! Use that, idiot!

Yes. - And wake up,

I want to finish within Saturday!

I want to open the store Monday, OK?

I gotta care also for the living!

Oh, Holy Mother!

Give me back the ball!

I want the ball! Give it back to me!

Rest in peace.

Margherita La Brocca

was an exemplary mother.

Rest in peace.

A sure guide.

- Rest in peace.

Shining light of love and piety.

- Rest in peace.

Enzino!

Be quiet, will you?

See that, Nino?

That's the most beautiful ass of Catania!

..constant and vigilant attention,

present and loving

under all circumstances.

caring closely, and solving, the small,

and inevitable, crisis of the family.

Rest in peace.

- Her spouse is crying.

But one certainty supports him.

He knows that, if he will manage

to follow her shining example of life,

sooner or later, he will join her

in the glory of the Lord.

Well, there's no urgency...

But Margherita La Brocca is not dead!

- How, she's not dead? She's dead!

She will never abandon

the house that once was hers.

There will be no...

time of day, or room in that same house,

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