Umberto D. Page #3

He needs more treatment.|Can't you see how haggard he looks?

Just imagine:
His pension isn't|even enough to support his dog.

We'll see.

Thank you, Sister.

Ask her for a rosary.

Sister.

Could I have a rosary?

How are you, my dear?

I'm fine.

This was all I could bring.

A banana!

Sit down, dear.|Pull up that stool.

May I sit here?

Of course. Sit down.

What about Flike? How is he?

I wanted to bring him upstairs,|but it's not allowed.

He's downstairs in the courtyard.|- In the courtyard.

Flike's in the courtyard.

Shut that window!

Shut it!

So, is that the father?

Mr. Umberto,

if you asked me|to swear to it, I couldn't.

But I sense it was him.

What does he have to say?

Nothing.

When I come back, I'll make him talk.

I'll talk to both of them.

Even the short one,|the one from Florence.

Both of them.

Give us another one, Sister.

Good morning, Sister.

Your daughter?

Excuse me, Sister.

How is our father?

He's very ill.

So he asked to borrow 4,000 lire,|but I didn't give him a cent.

Good move.

Yes, she's marrying the manager|of the movie theater.

That way she can get in for free.

I hope she doesn't have children.

She says you have to leave|because she needs your room.

That's why she's getting married.

Absolutely not.

I'm paying my back rent,|so she can't kick me out.

She can't evict me.

Mr. Umberto, he's waiting.

I'm not going to the shelter.

Get well soon, Mr. Umberto.

- Tell her I'm not going.|- Yes, I'll tell her.

Let her go to the shelter.|I'm not going!

During the war|she called me Grandpa.

I gave her some meat|from time to time.

After the war she went crazy.

She even hates my dog.

If you saw my dog,|you'd know it's impossible to hate him.

Take care of yourself, Mr. Umberto.

But I'm coming back here, you know.|I'm gonna try again.

Good luck.

I'll come and visit you.|What's your address?

- Via San Martino della Battaglia 1 4.|- That's where I'll find you, right?

- Even the police couldn't get me out.|- That's the spirit!

Good-bye, and good luck.

- Excuse me, isn't the maid here?|- No, but the lady of the house is.

What are you doing?

I'm working.

This is my room. I live here.

Who said you didn't?

What are you supposed to do here?

A lot of stuff.

Excuse me.|Did the maid go out with the dog?

What dog?

My dog!

I'm not here|to keep an eye on the dog.

I'm pregnant. You understand?

Good morning.

- Where's Flike?|- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?|- I don't know.

Don't make me shout.|Where's Flike?

Madam opened the door and he left.

Where were you, you fool?

I kept the door shut,|but she kept opening it.

If anything's happened to him,|I'll kill her.

Please hurry.

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