Padre Padrone Page #3

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I'll bathe three times a day...

...and make love often.

Pray for my soul, Sebastiano.

She who makes love often

stays young.

And when you're young

you're happy.

They can't stop me from

being happy.

I don't know what I want.

I want to change names.

They named me after a man...

...grandfather, Ignatius.

I'll call myself Dina.

Or Mina, like the singer...

...and I'll sing like she does.

I'll go to the mainland

and sing. I'll sing...

I want... I want...

I can't think of anything...

...nothing.

I want a lot of things.

Once, Supply and Demand

were evenly balanced...

...with reciprocal profit

for the consumer and producer.

You get me?

But now, with the olive

oil market fluctuating...

...it's very difficult

to make a deal...

...with the Common Market...

You get me?

...and those Mediterranean

countries.

Greece, Spain and Turkey

that produce more...

...and sell for less.

But 10,000 lire a grinding

is fair.

No, with the abolition of

import tariffs...

...prices for

the local product...

...have dropped considerably...

...and each lot has to be...

...contracted separately.

You get me?

My son's an accountant...

...and he explained everything.

We're offering

But 10,000 is the price.

The latest Common Market

provisions...

...have conditioned prices...

...and we've had to act

accordingly.

You're doubting my son?

Go on, tell him

Your offer's too low.

Quiet, you squirt.

You don't like it, beat it.

I know how to look after

our interests.

Maybe the kid wants

to go work...

...with our servants.

No...

Come...

Go get your accordion.

He's good on the accordion.

You can eat too.

There's plenty of stuff

left over here.

Enough to make yourselves

a hot meal.

Our dreams ended

with the frost.

Winter was mild till

the end of January.

So much so,

it felt like spring.

All nature was awakening.

The olive buds...

...deceived by the balmy weather

were blooming ahead of time.

They were sprouting

in the heart of winter.

Then February came...

...and destroyed all.

An arctic cold as never before.

Entire groves wiped out

throughout the region.

And our grove was destroyed

as well.

The milk's frozen.

Let's go to the grove!

It's useless.

It's all dead.

The frost last night

went through to the roots.

The light...

It's black beneath the bark.

The whole trunk

is turning black.

The trees were in bloom.

I'm going back to bed...

...be quiet and let me sleep

till noon.

The jug...

The syrup...

And glasses...

What are you doing?

- It's good.

- You like it, don't you?

Have some.

Makes me cold just to look

at it.

It's like ice cream.

Look at papa...

The sky is clear.

Too late, it's useless.

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