Nuovo Cinema Paradiso Page #3

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when you said

the film could catch fire.

I just wanted to tell you.

Now I'll go.

Toto come here.

Come and sit down.

Now, listen. I started this job

when I was ten.

We didn't have

these modern machines then.

Films were silent.

You turned the projector by hand

with a crank.

All day long!

And it was so hard,

this damned crank.

If you got tired,

and slowed down a bit,

everything was burned,

in a flash.

So why don't you teach me?

Now there's no crank and it's easy.

Because I don't want to, Toto.

This is no job for you.

You work like a slave,

always alone.

You watch the same film 100 times.

Nothing else to do.

You end up talking

to Greta Garbo and Tyrone Power.

Always working.

Every holiday, Easter, Christmas

You only get Good Friday off.

And if they hadn't put Christ

on a cross, we'd work even then.

So why don't you change jobs?

Because I'm stupid.

Who else around here

would be a projectionist? No one.

It takes an imbecile like me.

It's my luck.

So, you want to be

a stick-in-the-mud like me?

Good boy.

It's for your own good.

Always stuck in here. Boiling hot

in summer, freezing cold in winter.

Breathing in fumes,

and earning a pittance.

Is it all bad?

You get used to it.

When the cinema is full,

you hear people laughing,

and that makes you happy.

It makes you feel good. Like you're

the one who makes them laugh

and makes them forget

their troubles.

That, I like.

You didn't hear a word I said.

What are you up to?

I can't turn my back for a minute.

Your mother is right. You're mad!

How on earth did he do it?

He watches and learns.

I'll tell the manager not to let you in.

Did you hear?

And I'll tell Father Adelfio.

No more altar boy,

you understand?

Get stuffed!

I've won! I've won the pools!

The Neapolitan has won the pools!

The Neapolitan has won the pools!

Come along, quick.

These Northerners have all the luck!

The square is mine!

Keep still!

Are the horse-flies bothering you?

You've a louse factory up here.

Off you go.

What do you want? Off you go.

A shopkeeper owns two shops.

In one, he sells fruit.

Be seated.

Here are the external candidates

for the School Certificate.

Quiet!

Quiet!

Rotten little stinker!

- Help me, Toto.

- Quiet!

- I haven't got a clue!

- Quiet!

Francesco Messana. In the name

of the law, you're under arrest.

Son of a b*tch! Pencil-pusher!

This is where it can catch fire.

If it does, you cut here and there,

or the whole reel will burn.

Got it?

I won't stand for this sort of thing!

Which side is the gelatin on?

It tastes good.

These are the invoices.

Always keep them safe.

- Yes, Alfredo.

- Don't ever forget.

This is for you.

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