Take Me Away Page #4

goes off at 3:
30,

I'd love to smash it and

go back to sleep.

Do you know how often I feel that?

A lot.

Do you know why I don't?

Because of me and Giampiero.

Right.

My wife and my son.

I do this to give my family

a nice life.

You paint, Giampiero has school.

One day he'll have a family.

So everything is just terrible!

I work to support a kid with

no friends,

he's always alone like a moron.

And his only friend is

- a gypsy girl!

- Giampiero isn't a moron,

he's a smart kid. If it wasn't

for that shitty school...

I know Giampiero isn't an idiot.

But he's strange,

everyone laughs at him.

Especially now that

he hangs out with her,

they're the couple of the year.

I've had enough.

What am I supposed to do?

Is it his fault?

- Have you ever talked to him about it?

- Let me talk!

I want him to do

what other kids do.

Like what?

Play ball, go to school, study...

But no more being weird!

We don't need weird people here,

and enough with her! Enough!

- You know what?

- What?

I should be saying "Enough".

Enough of your bullshit.

"Don't worry,

things will get better. "

I'm saying enough!

Open up.

- I'm losing my patience.

- Go away!

- Now you've really pissed me off.

- A**hole.

Look what you did!

Don't touch me!

I'll call the police!

Relax, look what you did.

- I'll have you arrested.

- Relax, calm down.

You know what?

What?

This is my house.

It's nice.

- I want to show you something.

- Okay.

I can see your house

from this window.

Every time I look out,

you're always looking down here.

But I'm not...

I'm looking at the field.

No...

You're looking here

because you know I'm here.

- This is my mother.

- Nice to meet you.

This is my friend, Giampiero.

We do homework together.

I can tell you're a good kid.

We have to go,

I want to show him something.

Goodbye.

This is my father.

I want to show you something

I've never shown anyone.

Whose are they?

Ours. Yours too.

Here, hold him.

- Here.

- What are they for?

To eat when we get married.

- Married?

- Yes, you and I.

Don't you want to marry me?

Yes.

Then we can go away together

because I want to get out of here.

I don't want to go to school,

I don't like anyone there.

I don't want to work either.

What do you want to do?

Be a movie actress

or a soap opera book actress.

It's the same thing.

At least with that guy's money

we can remodel the store.

It's not his money, it's mine.

I earned it with my paintings.

I did it myself.

I always knew

you were a great artist.

The best.

I picked the best.

It's gone.

What's gone?

Between us.

Why?

We've changed, for the worse.

Our lives...

You don't make me laugh anymore.

Or even make me angry.

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