Neapolitans in Milan

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February 2013

NEAPOLITANS IN MILAN

This is a rundown suburb of Naples.

Since the end of the war,

for the city administration,

it's always been a problem

dislodging people from these slums.

For, when one goes away,

two will take his place.

The story told by the authors

is pure fantasy,

but is inspired by facts and relationships

of coexistence that at times, in reality,

exceed the fantasy itself.

The movie camera arrived even here.

The types were chosen

among the local inhabitants.

That's it, like this girl.

With some spirit and photogenic quality,

one can too become actor or actress.

Just as...

as an actress can take the role

of a township dweller.

In this ruin, which,

for its sharp profile,

the locals call "O' cuorno", The Horn,

are holed up six people.

No, this one is not important,

he's soaking up the sun, leave him alone.

Here! Let's look here.

Tommaso Piccirillo,

an old anarchist, harmless.

No, don't be offended.

De Rosa, coral worker.

And this is Alberto Di Gennaro,

by profession, painter.

And Antonio Capasso, street vendor.

And Donna Irene, former chorister.

Antonio Esposito,

violin player and her mate.

Once Donna Irene even did a screen test,

but nothing came of it.

Here's Antonio, with his better half.

Two of the many characters

you will meet in this film.

Follow this guy. His nervous gestures,

his abrupt and authoritarian manners.

His name is also Esposito.

He had an insignificant role

during Fascism:

assault infantryman.

But his friends call him "Federal",

much to his pleasure.

The mayor.

It is he who has in hand the township.

He's no vet, and exercises the profession.

He's no lawyer, and gives legal advice.

He's no doctor,

and treats dogs and children.

In his spare time he reads Horace, Homer.

He knows the Code by heart,

but can not write.

This is his adopted son.

He educates him,

and puts him on the right track.

We find the others in Milan.

On the outskirts, in public housing.

And at the ILAR company,

United Lombardy Steel Industries.

The Board of Directors

had decided to send

engineer Parenti to Naples,

to implant a factory.

But for the suburb's dwellers,

who had found out,

this initiative was just a threat.

Portable travel pillows!

That's him!

Porter!

- Ready.

That's him!

That's him!

He's arrived!

He's here!

- Who? - The engineer!

Don Salvatore!

Don Salvatore!

Don Salvatore!

Don Salvatore!

The Milanese has arrived!

- The Milanese has come!

Don Salvatore, hands off!

Please,

don't use your hands, I'm not a kid!

I beg you, Don Salvatore!

You, lousy rascal! Useless bum!

Revolting scoundrel!

Look at him! Murderer!

I told you I need the assistant,

in clinic!

Where have you been all night?

Answer!

Speak up! Where you been?

With friends!

- At your age?

But why can't I know how old I am?

Cause you don't know how to

take care of yourself. I've raised you!

And only I know what it costs me.

You're under my guardianship.

When you'll be adult, then you'll know.

Don Salvatore, will you examine Rigoletto?

We're waiting!

Ready!

Swine! He goes with his friends!

Please, heal my poor Rigoletto!

What's wrong?

- He won't sleep. - No?

And you sleep? - Yes.

But he complains all night.

He's arrived, Don Salvatore!

Was always with me, my Rigoletto,

when I sang opera.

Always near, huh, Rigoletto?

You remember?

Well, fiber is strong,

will pass this crisis too. When?

An hour ago, at the hotel Continental.

- He'll evict us! What shall we do?

Don Salvatore, you promised,

you must keep your word!

Silence!

They're all unnecessary comments.

He won't evict anyone.

I have my cartridges to shoot.

Let's shoot then! I got 3 hand grenades,

a shotgun and a Parabellum!

Uh, kiddo, shoot my foot!

Shut up!

Here is not about making revolutions.

We'll fight them in legal terms.

I wrote to the authorities in Rome.

We just need time.

I await a reply.

He's here with the tools!

He's near the Horn.

Don Salvatore...

Donna Irene, before any other remedy,

the dog stinks!

That's why it won't sleep.

You got used to it, but he didn't.

Give it a nice bath... lather it well...

Then you put it in the sun...

and I return later.

Get the Code, hurry up!

And come with me.

Ready.

Come on!

They come here, act as lords..

The engineer!

- Yeah!

It's Salvatore!

- He'll deal with it!

Where is he? - That one with the hat.

There he is. There.

That's the Milanese? - Yes, him.

You keep quiet, let me do the talking.

- All right.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I bet you're the famous Don Salvatore.

The patron of the township.

- Master? No masters here!

We're all free men!

Patron! Not master!

I'm the mayor here, of the township.

I administer these people.

I sent a complaint to your company.

Indeed, a plea.

And as response, you start the works!?

The fault is not of ILAR, Mr. Salvatore,

this is building land,

and the City ordered the eviction 4 times.

These papers state it clearly.

You know what we do with those papers?

The company bought the land

to build a factory, not a fairground.

A fairground would be better.

They might let us in there to sing songs,

maybe to dance a tarantella.

But not to work in a Milanese factory,

I don't think!

Well, a factory needs specialists.

And of course we can't provide

jobs for all these people.

What's important is to start,

create new sources of production.

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