Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Page #4

She had two plates of pasta. Put her to bed.

She's fast asleep already.

All right, then.

Here you go.

This is red hot.

I'd keep you company,

but I have things to do.

Off you go, and thank you.

What a good father you'd make.

Pasquale!

Are you crazy?

I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away.

I'm sorry.

I can't, Mama. I can't.

Can't you hear them?

I came here to sleep.

Have a word with Don Antonio.

My son, they have to work.

I pay next to nothing in rent.

Don Antonio, will you be long?

Another 10 minutes,

then we break for lunch.

And after that

you'll go on hammering?

Don't worry.

We'll let Carmine get an hour's sleep.

Thank you.

And please...

How long do I have to wait for this jerk?

''I'll be there at 9:00.''

It's 10:
30 and he hasn't shown up.

At last!

Get a move on!

Took you long enough.

Come on.

- I've come from Porta Capuana.

- So?

- I've come from Porta Capuana.

- Come on, it's this way.

Come in, hurry up.

Hear me, saints,

bless this lovely house.

In name of the archangel Gabriel.

Let this be a house of fertility.

My wife's name is Pina...

No, over here on the bed.

You want a boy or a girl?

A boy, girl, twins, whatever.

As long as it's a sure thing.

Sure as can be,

but that costs 50 lire extra.

All right.

- Okay, ring the bell.

- Now?

Tomorrow?

- Where does your husband sleep?

- Here.

Ring the bell.

Hear me, Saint Nicholas.

Fortune is still sleeping.

In the name of your blood.

In good fortune, or bad,

I'm invoking fruitfulness

for this woman's womb.

Hear me, saints,

grant this woman's wish.

I can't take it anymore!

You're right, my dear.

You must look after yourself.

The first thing is sleep.

I'll make you some chamomile tea.

Mama, chamomile?

I've been in a living hell for three years

and you give me chamomile?

What a calamity.

Always the same old song.

''Carmine, get busy!

Carmine, the nursing term's over!

Carmine, go to bed early!

Carmine, turn out the light!''

And all on one bowl of soup a day.

I'm not made of iron.

Doing it now and then is one thing,

but this is nonstop.

You do look peaked.

Of course I do.

Dizzy spells that come and go,

wobbly legs.

And If you must know,

I've fainted twice in the street.

And the more of a wreck I become,

the stronger she gets.

How pretty she's become, Mama.

She's blossomed like a rose.

She's bleeding you dry, destroying you.

You've become just as ugly as an ape.

Let that rose get someone else

to give her a big belly.

I'll kill her...

if something like that happens.

Carmine...

- Maria!

- She's sleeping!

Carmine, give me a hand!

One chicken, two pounds of pasta

and two bottles of wine. 100 lire.

- What number?

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