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Is that all?

We will all go home one day.

What do you want me to do?

I promised him.

- For me?

- Yes, for me.

Pay first.

Graze.

How you say graze?

- Idiot.

- Idiot.

- What's your name?

- Me... my name's Rocco.

You name?

Thank you, goodbye.

Are you going to buy that?

Are you going to buy that?

Leave it alone.

- He didn't...?

- No, Dad.

Hey, little Italian!

- Want to come and play tennis?

- OK, Rena at, I'm coming.

- Hey, gypsy, get lost.

- I not gypsy, I Italian.

You're nothing, you are.

Come here, arsenal,

I'm going to teach you a lesson.

Hey you, you've got no business here.

Little Italian lowlife!

Get lost! Go on, get out of here!

- Scum.

- You wait till I get you on your own!

Keep this shut, you!

- Did he hurt you?

- No, I'm alright.

You're a brave boy.

See that? I warned you.

Right then.

Come here.

Well? Did anyone visit Mum?

Good.

Dad? I want an accordion.

You want an accordion?

An accordion costs a fortune.

We have to save up for a forge.

- Where's yours?

- I sold it.

So I could send money home.

But you promised me one.

Later. When we're back in Italy.

There are more important things

than music now. Tell him, Ida.

You wanted to learn to play one too.

Your dad used to be asked

to play at all the weddings.

With Uncle Vincent.

Uncle Vincent and I didn't have

any money. We played to earn a living.

- You don't need to do that.

- What are you scared of, Toto?

Are you scared

he'll turn out like Vincent?

I know what he's scared of.

Dad...

Buy me an accordion or I'll tell Mum

you asked me to spy on her.

Why did you do that, Toto?

Hey, who says you can dig there?

I'm making a vegetable plot.

A garden for vegetables.

A garden?

Hold on a minute, pal.

You can't just do that,

we've got rules here.

You're not in Italy now.

If you want a garden,

there's a procedure to follow.

May I have your name? Name?

- He wants to know your name.

- Granada, Salvatore.

Oh, you're Granada.

You've asked for a bigger house for 5

years, so what's the problem?

You've asked for a new house

for 5 years?

Tell your dad he can garden at his new

house as much as he likes, but not here.

Besides, it takes forever

to get anything to grow here.

You promised me

we'd go home in 2 years.

Liar!

Do something, Toto.

It's his fault we're here.

His fault we're here in the cold

and the rain and can't go home.

- Traitor!

- Rocco.

You too! You knew.

I want to go home.

- Why?

- They laugh at me here.

- Who laughs at you?

- Everyone.

Who do these people think they are?

They reckon they're better

than everyone else.

Let them laugh, ignore them.

- Does it still hurt where I smacked you?

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