Mamma Roma Page #2

I dreamt we were

up in the mountains in Greece.

First it was full of mud.

Then we came to a hill

covered in rosemary,

and a voice called out,

"Mamma Roma, come here."

It was your father's voice.

Just imagine.

Yes, I walked

towards your father's voice,

and on the other side of the hill,

who do you think I saw?

- Who?

- You.

But you were a policeman.

- What did I do?

- You wanted to put me in jail.

And what did you do?

I ran away as fast as I could.

Just look at this rascal,

wanting to arrest his mother!

You're getting the hang of it now.

I'll teach you a trick.

Watch this.

We'll do a casch now.

Some casch that turned out to be!

I landed on my butt, thanks to you.

Don't worry. I just want to talk.

Don't get any funny ideas.

Talk? Then make it quick.

Why don't we go inside?

- My son's inside.

- So you're happy, I suppose.

I was just about his age

when you and I started up.

My son is an angel.

I was just a kid.

I was so innocent.

My mother always told me

I was the best one of all.

But all I did was disappoint her,

and all because of you.

A stolen tear

Watch it there or I'll kill you.

I'll kill you!

Go ahead and sing again

if you dare!

The honeymoon wasn't even over

and there was already trouble.

Come on. Cut to the chase.

It's nothing much.

My mother-in-law promised

to find me a job.

Instead, some friends I met there,

three hicks,

want me to sell livestock with them.

Horses, a few cows.

They've been in business for a while,

and they've made some money.

We buy the animals

for next to nothing,

then we slaughter them in secret

and sell the meat in Rome.

How much do you need?

You know I don't have any money.

Two hundred thousand.

I can't. I spent it on the house,

and on the license

for the stall at the market.

Are you kidding me?

Don't you understand?

Do I have to teach you

how to make money?

Have you forgotten?

Haven't you had enough already?

Why make a fuss?

If you put your mind to it,

you can make that much in 10 days.

I'm counting on you.

I'll be back in two weeks.

Then I swear

you won't see me again.

How you like to dance, my son.

What an ugly view.

All you see is the cemetery.

I was planning on moving tomorrow,

but now we'll have to wait

two more weeks.

So what? We'll have fun later.

- Good-bye. I'm leaving.

- Who cares?

I'm off for good.

No hard feelings.

It's all yours, darlings!

Leaving us just like that?

- Good-bye, Biancofiore.

- No turning back?

You're the best of the bunch.

Good luck.

- Have another drink, on me.

What a lush.

To your health!

You'll need it

with all these diseases around.

So long, Biancofiore!

So long, dolls!

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