Mamma Roma Page #3

- Who are you looking for?

- Just out to get some air.

- I'm not hustling.

- It's about time.

What are you laughing about?

- I like you.

In all my years here,

nobody ever knew who I was.

Get it all off your chest.

There was a neighbor of ours,

a rich old man

with loads of money.

He dressed like Robespierre.

He had a mustache and cane,

like he was a king.

You know how he made his money?

Under fascism.

Mussolini told him,

"Build a district for the working class."

That became Pietrarancio.

Your turn!

The walls in the first house

he built were great.

So were the toilets. You could eat

from them, they were built so well.

Mussolini came back and said,

"That's just what I wanted."

The son of a b*tch.

As soon as Mussolini leaves,

he stops building houses

and just makes toilets.

They called the district "Latrinia."

Nothing but concrete tombs

as far as the eye could see.

God, was that old man ugly!

Some disease in Africa

had pockmarked his whole face.

He had asthma, rheumatism,

a bad heart, colitis, diabetes.

He stank to high heaven!

Was he a Christian at least?

He was 65 and I was 14.

I got married

in a young fascist girl's uniform!

No problems after the fall of fascism?

He was so old! You'd have thought

he only had two days to live.

Foaming at the mouth.

- Look who's here, Mamma Roma.

He's gonna die on me.

He's gonna die!

He's dying!

- Who's dying, Mamma Roma?

- The old man they made me marry.

- What an outrage! An old man?

- They made me. He was my husband.

And you didn't fight it?

If they'd done that to me -

Oh, sure, you think

you're smarter than me?

I'd have liked to see you in my shoes.

My mother was probably right

in making me marry him.

- What a lousy mother!

- "He's got millions," she'd tell me.

"He's rich. Seventy years old.

He'll die on you.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you want to be a lady?

You can pick the next one."

You slept with him?

Shame on you.

He was probably a sadist too.

You want to know something?

My mother's dead,

and so's my father,

but the old guy's still alive,

damn him!

That's why I took up this life.

I'm going. Good night!

I've paid my dues in this world,

and the next one, too.

I'm leaving for good!

Cha-cha-cha.

So long!

Take it easy. Still dancing

the cha-cha-cha at your age?

It's scandalous.

- Scandalous for who?

- For the hypocrites, of course.

Screw you and the hypocrites both!

It's a different world here.

That beautiful lady over there

owns a beauty parlor near our home.

That man's a big-shot monarchist.

That man over there owns a restaurant.

I'll marry you off

to that one's daughter.

That runt over there?

Look at her.

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