Via Margutta Page #4

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Sit down.

Of course we'll drink, we'll all drink!

Yes, drink, drink!

- Danke!

Danke again!

See? This is them.

30 years ago they were hot!

They were ballerinas?

- Of course, artists.

You were artists, too,

- "At the White Horse"!

"Sigismund the most elegant and jolly..."

I know that one, too!

You're very good!

You're very kind,

but I don't feel well this evening...

Sit down a minute, please!

Giosu, come!

- Yes!

Excuse me.

When I say go, you put on disc, okay?

Of course, little one!

- Greta!

You wait, we go get money!

Yes, hurry back!

Wait!

- Cute!

They're crazy, these girls.

- Giosu, why don't we go?

Because they still haven't paid us!

- Then you don't understand a thing!

They don't care about our paintings.

- Why, because you think...

No?

- That's impossible!

Of course not, what are you thinking?

Two women of quality

with two guys like us?

No, Marco, I trust them so I'm waiting.

Then we'll wait.

Did you see the ring she had on

her finger? It looked like a ball!

Her finger looked like a ball, too.

- What do I care about her finger?

Just think:
a couple of two-bit

pre-show girls marry an old guy...

they bury him and thats that!

A big hotel and 30,000 lire a day.

Private apartment, fireplace.

Look!

Flowers, how I love the smell of money!

Giosu!

Ready?

- As we'll ever be!

Turn on the disc!

- Let's turn it on.

What are these women up to?

Oh, my God!

Giosu, I feel sick.

Right now?

- It's not my fault.

Deep breaths, come on!

Better?

- No, worse!

I feel...

- You can't be sick while they're singing!

I'll be sick when I like!

- No, not here!

Oh God, she'll lose a leg like that!

Poor thing!

Where are you going?

Leave me alone!

- Marco!

Marco, you're leaving me here alone?

I'm sick, I'm going home.

And the money from the paintings?

- Collect it for me!

How can I? There's two of them!

- You'll manage!

At least send someone else!

- I'm sick, goodnight!

This damn guy...

Good-for-nothing!

Parasite!

Sick when it's convenient...

Now what am I supposed to do?

Look what an artist has to do

just to sell 2 paintings!

Giosu!

- Bitte!

Marco!

- Hi.

Have you ever eaten this?

- Once or twice.

I don't like it, but Christic says

it's great for breakfast!

Well!

Crazy woman!

Christic!

You sleep too much, my boy!

Wake up, there's...

Christic!

Christic!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Are you serious?

Help! They robbed me, help!

Oh God, they robbed me!

Marco! Marco!

Marco, oh God!

- What's going on?

Marta, what happened?

He left, and stole 70,000 lire...

and two new sweaters!

- What happened?

Marta, I always told you that

his face was no good.

But this obsession

you have for foreigners...

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