This film was restored from the original picture and sound negatives
preserved by the rights holder, Surf Film.
Director Ettore Scola and cinematographer Luciano Tovoli
supervised the color grading process to restore the special look
of cinematographer Pasqualino De Santis's photography.
The restoration was done by CSC-Cineteca Nazionale
at L'Immagine Ritrovata in 2014.
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A SPECIAL DAY
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THE FUHRER'S VISIT TO ITALY
After a moving fare well in Berlin
and great displays of affection
for the leader of the Third Belch
throughout his journey across Germany,
the train carrying the FL'ihrer enters Italy.
Jubilant greetings from fascist organizations
all along the route
accompany Hitler on his tn'umphal journey to Home.
From the Brenner Pass to Home, Italy greets the FL'ihrer
with disciplined decorum from her political factions
and sincere spontaneity from the general public.
Mean while. . .
the capital has prepared a welcome
of pomp combined with majestic simplicity for the FL'ihrer.
The fascist emblem meets the swastika,
and the two nations' flags stream side-by-side in the wind.
At the Ostiense railway station, Mussolini
with his foreign minister, Count Galeazzo Ciano,
greets His imperial Majesty the King.
A single cannon shot heralds
the arrival of the FUhrer's train,
which is greeted by the bugle call to attention
and the weighty notes of the German national anthem.
With great solemnity, the FL'ihrer of the new Germany
meets His imperial Majesty
and ll Duce, founder of the empire.
After this initial cordial exchange of greetings,
the first state meeting between Mussolini and the Fiihrer
takes place at the Ouirinal Palace,
where the founder of the empire is joined
by his ministers Clano, Starace, and Alfieri
Shortly afterward, the two leaders leave the palace
and take their places in an open car,
followed by other cars carrying ministers of the Third Helch:
Von Hlbbentrop, Hess,
and Goebbels, who have meanwhile met with their itallan counterparts.
Battalions from many regiments are drawn up along the Circus Maximus
and from lliale Africa to Porta San Paolo and Porta Gapena,
an area hallowed for its remains of the ancient Roman Empire.
Solemn military pomp and circumstance accompany
the tribute to the unknown soldier.
immense serried ranks of legionnaires flil Piazza llenezia.
The FUhrer and four German soldiers place a laurel wreath
with red ribbons and swastikas on the tomb of the unknown soldier.
The two leaders stand at attention in homage to the unknown hero.
After a barked command has raised a forest of daggers,
a solemn hymn n'ses from the massed ranks of legionnaires,
a slow hymn full of virlie tenderness:
the battle prayer of the legionnaire.
Dear God
Thou who lightest every flame. ..
Listening to it, one understands
how the fighting spirit of Mussolini is legionnaires,
forged in the trial of battle,
has become synonymous with heroism and sacrifice.
The Fdhrer's ﬁrst day in the Eternal City
comes to an end before an immense crowd.
But the climax of the visit Will come tomorrow on the Via dei Fori imperlali
where the full force of the mighty ltalian war machine wril parade
before Hitler.
No citizen of Home would miss this historic event
that will seal the pact of friendship
between two peoples destined to be allies.
Umberto.
Umbe, get up.
Come on. - Okay, okay.
Fabio. Arnaldo.
Get up.
Romana...
go use the bathroom first. You take the longest.
Maria Luisa, wake up.
Emanuele.
Get up. It's late.
She's busting my balls at 5:00 am!
Actually, it's close to 6:00.
6:00?
Why didn't you wake me up earlier?
This is the third time I've tried.
- Half a cup? - I made it strong.
Maria Lu‘I, get up.
You'd keep even Hitler waiting.
6:00! Now there's no time to do my exercises.
Don't come home so late next time.
Can't a man play cards with his friends anymore?
Right. “Friends.”
Littorio, come on, sweetie.
l'm sleepy.
Getting a child up this early...
Don't blame me if you're late.
Come on, it's late.
Your ears.
Anyone in the can?
Come on, Fabio.
Come wash up in the kitchen.
Fabio, hurry up. Your father's waiting.
- Don't push! - l was here first.
My boots!
Give Littorio his cod liver oil.
Thirteen...
The heels are worn. I'll take them in tomorrow.
Couldn't you have thought of that yesterday?
You going to a parade or a dance?
Lay off.
Those Serbs would grab Dalmatia but we won 't let that pass
if they try to take it we'll kick 'em in the ass
You and your filthy language!
It's the patriotic song we learned for the parade.
It's still vulgar.
What's this?
- How should I know? - It's certainly not Saint Catherine.
You should be ashamed. Your father would kill you.
He gave it to me!
I should have known.
Why should he care if his son ruins his health?
You know you can go blind?
Just ask the priest.
Which priest? The one who's half blind?
That's right.
He has cataracts, dummy.
And wash that stuff off your face. You look ridiculous.
Aren't you getting dressed? - I'm not going.
Great. So they flunk you in school.
Why aren't you going?
Everyone teases me because... I'm chubby.
You never heard of the ugly duckling? Go on, get dressed.
- Mom, there's a hole in this. - Too late now.
Maria Lu‘I, watch the milk. And put the cups out.
Will they feed us after the parade?
Sure. Rations.
Will you help me with my waistband?
Get up.
Move back.
Pull. - Put your leg in.
Leave me alone.
Littorio won't get dressed.
- My arm's inside. - Then be more careful!
I can't go like this.
Why not blow your nose on it too?
You go around dressed in rags anyway.
- They stole the pom-pom off my cap. - “Pom-pom” is a foreign word!
Use “tassel” or “plume.”
Or ltalianize it: pomponoi
Try ltalianizing the literature you bring home.
What's with you?
Your mother got up on the wrong side of the bed.
Mom, they pinched my... thingy. What should I do?
I've only got two hands!
Hurry up, slowpokes!
- Our rally is at the Circus Maximus. - Ours is at the Obelisk of Axum.
Still not ready?
I thought you might make your bed before you leave.
So sorry I said anything.
- That's white. - We'll die it black!
- ls breakfast ready? - Yeah, yeah.
- Me first! - Then go! You're always in the way!
- Don't touch me. - You scare me.
Your fez. If you have to pee, tell your squad leader.
- Don't pee in your shorts like before. - But I did tell him!
Come on, squirt.
Since you're staying home, iron my blue suit.
I'm celebrating Rinaldi's promotion tomorrow with friends.
You know Rinaldi, right? - No.
Sure you do. He works in the archives.
Anyway, see you.
Good morning. - Hello, Tiberi.
Daddy's little cub!
Remember: I want to hear all about it tonight.
Good morning. Aren't you coming?
Ah, that's right. You don't have domestic help.
- Ciao, Antonie! - Ciao, Mom!
Ma'am.
A family only gets one mother.
This family needs at least three.
One to clean the rooms.
One to handle the kitchen.
And one to lie in bed all day.
I could be that one.
Mamma
My song wings its way to you alone
Mamma
You'll be with me
You'll never again be alone
Might as well start here.
Jam.
Antoneta.
First the beds.
Leave it alone.
“In the Land of the Pygmies.”
“Zounds, they're like leeches!”
“Grab the Italian.”
“Who'd have thought
creatures this small could be such savage beasts.”
“Damnation! Our only chance is to escape...
into the...”
Antoneta.
My name's Antonietta, not Antoneta.
Get my name right...
or don't call me, okay?
Go easy on this cuttlebone.
It has to last till Friday.
I don't have time for you this morning, you hear?
I'll give you your birdseed...
and you're set for the day.
Where are you going?
Rosmunda, come back!
Come back here!
This isn't funny!
Damn it!
Rosmunda! Good girl!
Stay there. Don't move.
Damned bird.
Signore!
I'm sorry, but Rosmunda's escaped.
Rosmunda's escaped.
It's not a person. It's a mynah bird.
I might catch her by reaching out your window,
if you wouldn't mind.
Come in.
There she is.
Come here, girl. I have some food.
Leave it alone.
Come on.
She hasn't eaten since yesterday. She has to be hungry.
Come here.
Ma'am.
Put the birdseed on here and see if she'll take it.
Come here.
Sorry for all the trouble, but she's like one of the family.
If she escaped, there would be lots of tears tonight.
I'm lucky you didn't go to the parade.
I'd have liked to go,
but with a husband and so many children to get ready —
Know how many I've got?
No...
it was no trouble.
No, l was saying I have six kids.
One more and we get the government bonus for large families, and —
You couldn't care less.
Why are you laughing?
Just because...
life is made up of so many different moments,
and sometimes I get this urge to laugh —
just like that, like a sneeze.
Does that ever happen to you?
You're laughing at me.
No, and even if I were, I owe you thanks
for coming along at this very moment.
I don't understand.
Don't worry about it. I'm not my normal self today.
I'll be going. Thanks.
Wait! May I offer you a drink?
Not that l have much. This isn't really my place.
I have to go.
Sit down. I'll make you some coffee.
I told you: I have to go. Thanks.
As you wish.
Sorry about the mess. - Have you read all those?
More or less. As I said, I have lots of free time.
Or maybe I didn't say that.
The Four Musketeers! Like the radio quiz show.
We play along every week.
There are only three in this original version.
Would you like to read it?
I wish I could, but it would take me forever.
It's one of the ones I'm just going to —
Maybe another time, thanks.
I don't think —
I've been here two months now
and we've never met.
Who knows when we'd meet again?
When Rosmunda escapes again.
Hello? Ah, it's you.
Finally.
Yes, almost everything.
There's not much. Just the books.
A lot of them are yours. I was sorting them.
Yes, I heard about it yesterday.
They always do that when these big ceremonies take place,
to be on the safe side. They'll let him out in a few days.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll call you back later.
Talk to you later.
Wondering what they're for?
Watch carefully. One, two, three...
And backwards. Three, two, one...
Simple, right? Give me your hand.
It's easy. Follow the numbers.
Start on your left.
- But what is all this? - You'll see.
- What are we doing? - The rumba!
You can't be serious.
My oldest girl is a great dancer,
but at my age...
I have a run in my stocking, a brand-new pair.
Very good.
You try.
It's easy. Left foot.
Beautiful lo vestruck young girls buying your oranges
They have the enchanting taste...
- You go dancing a lot? - Never!
- Then why learn the rumba? - No reason.
HalZ immortal fatherland
Your sons have been born anew
Full of faith in the ideal...
You can't really dance to that one.
I'll be going.
I left something on the stove.
It was a pleasure.
My name's Gabriele.
That's right! We never introduced ourselves.
Pleased to meet you. Antonietta Tiberi.
That's a pretty name.
This is itallan National Radio,
with stations in Home, Naples, Bari
Milan, Turin, Genoa, Trieste, Florence, and Bolzano.
All our stations,
together with radio stations of the German Belch,
and our new station in Ado'is Ababa,
are bn'nging you live coverage
of the military parade in honor of the FL'ihrer.
I caught her.
To the joy of labor
To peace and glory
And to the shame of those
Who would deny the Fatherland
0 youth!
Springtime of beauty
Through the hardships of life
Your song resounds
We now go to llia dei Trionfi.
The slopes of the Palatine and the Cello,
divided by one of the most illustrious avenues in Mussolini is Home,
filled up well in advance.
Hundreds of thousands of itallans and foreigners
have come from all over Italy and Europe
to witness this historic celebration
and have descended on a Home
ready to welcome them in her timeless austerity.
A joyful enthusiasm marks the waiting,
and everywhere an orderly rapidity
is powerful proof of the efficiency of every sector of public life.
Nowhere is the atmosphere more joyful than in the barracks.
The troops called today to a consecration,
just as they were called yesterday to resounding victory,
await, in their finest uniforms, a signal from the huge parade.
The paths to be followed by the enormous crowd
summoned to attend have been laid out in advance.
The streets have the classic appearance of those memorable events
when, flooded with a jubliant population,
they seem like rivers
overflowing with resplendent human destiny.
Strong and happy man,
soldiers of italy
and loyal native foot soldiers from overseas colonies,
hurry tirelessly and anxiously
so that the hour of veneration
will find them ever prouder in their military glory.
This people, in mighty ranks,
armed in spirit
and ready to be so in deed,
stands ready to follow its bniliant leader.
This people animated by a virlie desire for peace
now offers the world a superb display
of serene determination.
He called her right back.
What do I care anyway?
Quiet, you. You wasted my whole morning.
I should be used to it. Ever since I was a kid,
I've been isolated or alone — essentially the same thing.
Of course you matter to me,
but it's just all so absurd.
According to them we should be ashamed of ourselves.
Earlier l was about to do — what's the phrase? —
“something foolish.”
A neighbor across the way happened by just in time.
No, don't worry.
“Life, however it may seem, is always worth living.”
Isn't that the line? And a mynah bird always comes along
to make sure you don't forget it.
Today's a very particular day for me, you know.
It's like a dream where you want to scream
but nothing comes out.
I want to talk and talk! You noticed, right?
I want to go out and accost the first stranger
and tell him everything about myself,
frighten him, shock him,
even hit him and hurt him —
anything but be cooped up alone in this apartment I hate.
Aren't you going to say anything? Hello?
Marco? Say something, damn it!
Anything! Talk about the weather, or sports,
or a book you're reading.
I'm sorry.
Yes, I know how you feel too.
No, we can't see each other.
It would only make things worse.
Listen, when you lose heart, you have to pick yourself up again,
and right away, or there's no hope.
You're finished. Understand?
Why don't we have a good laugh?
You can always cry alone,
but you need someone else to laugh with.
Remember that guy in Ostia with the watermelon?
Laugh, Marco, please!
What a sad friend I've chosen.
You know what will be hardest to bear?
Not having you near.
Take care of yourself.
Let me know how your health is doing.
I'll call you as soon as it happens.
Think of me when you can.
it makes one think of Goethe's travels in Italy
and the universal dimension his spirit took on as a result.
if the encounter of Germanic Romanticism with the classic of Home
lent such richness to Germany's great muse over a century ago,
what may come of this journey by Hitler,
who embodies the new Germany?
From every street and every piazza,
the crowds have surged toward the Via dei Fori imperlai
The outskirts of Home lie deserted
leaving only banners hanging from the windows...
Ah... it's you.
You don't seem thrilled to see me again.
I just get a bit scared when the doorbell rings.
If you ask who's there, they always say, “Friends...”
even if you've never met them.
Or only met them once.
You forgot to take this.
I didn't forget.
I just didn't want to impose.
Anyway, there's no point.
No, thank you.
Please. You'd be doing me a favor.
It even has pictures.
You're so kind that...
I feel a bit confused.
Airplanes!
When the planes fly over —
The famous mystique of the aviator.
No, it's not that.
l have to say: This will take me a while.
I don't have much time to read.
With all the housework...
Thank you again.
Listen...
would you offer me a cup of coffee?
Coffee?
Of course.
How rude of me.
Please sit down.
But don't look at the mess.
As they say, “Tidiness is the virtue of a mediocre mind.”
Then I'm a genius.
I'm sorry. I thought you had some already made. Don't bother.
No bother, but sit in there. The kitchen's no place for a man.
I'm used to it. I'm a bachelor.
Ah... a bachelor.
In that case you pay the bachelor tax.
That's right.
You'd think loneliness was some kind of luxury.
Allow me. I've always enjoyed doing that.
My grandfather let us do this if we were good.
Every grandchild gave it three turns...
until the coffee was ground.
He chased me off once because I turned it four times.
Excuse me a moment.
I'll get the coffeepot ready.
The great moment has come,
as the italian and German flags fly together
amld fierce acclamations,
and His Majesty llictor Emanuel III arrives,
preceded by the two leaders,
standing side-by-side in the black sedan.
At long last, the crowd can glimpse ll Duce at close quarters
as the car makes its way though the masses
and hall him with fervent enthusiasm.
While the national anthems mingle in the air,
performed by the Fascist and Nazi orchestras,
the two leaders, along with His Majesty, climb the stairs to the podium,
where they will take part in this rite
of great political and human significance.
The king, the Fiihrer, and II Duce
take their places on the royal dais,
where Her Majesty the Queen Empress is already seated
to watch the parade.
And it seems very signiﬁcant
that the rows of troops stand at attention
and present arms in this setting.
it's like a declaration of the continuity of Italy's destiny
throughout the centuries.
What do you do? Are you an office worker?
I'm a radio announcer.
A radio announcer!
But I'm on leave at the moment.
Certain matters have to be cleared up.
That curl across your forehead looks nice on you.
It's always falling down.
My husband works in the Ministry of Italian Africa.
He's — how should I put it? —
in charge of visitor services.
But your work must be very exciting too.
Yes, it is.
We don't have a radio yet —
Who could that be? - Friends.
Isn't that what everybody says?
- Who is it? - it's me.
You must still have the key to the roof
You didn't give it back yesterday.
I have to bring in the wash. Is something wrong?
I wasn't expecting you,
and when you're alone and the doorbell rings —
Exactly what I meant to tell you.
As we say in Rome,
better alone than in bad company.
I don't know that man in there,
but it seems to me
he's not made of the right stuff.
You mean the gentleman from across the way?
When Rosmunda got out, he very kindly —
I don't want to be involved. I don't want to know.
But he's a queer fish, an eccentric old codger,
a bad sort.
I won't mince words:
I don't like him, and he doesn't like me!
but that was the concierge.
She somehow knew you were here.
Maybe she saw you come up. I didn't tell her.
Not that I think there's anything wrong with it, but...
she's such an old gossip...
that maybe it's better if —
- You want me leave. - I don't want you to.
You're so kind.
I'm sorry, but...
it would be better.
We always end up conforming to what others think,
even when they're wrong.
What about you?
You stopped grinding the coffee when I went to the door
so no one would know you were here.
No.
Wait.
I'd like that coffee too. Come on.
I don't want to cause any trouble for you.
As you said, it would be —
Forget what I said.
I don't know about these things.
You're a complete stranger, and no one else is home.
Maybe it's not right after all. Who knows?
One thing's for sure:
You must be bored to tears with all my chatter.
You might have done better going to a café.
It keeps coming down.
The countenrveight's not heavy enough. It needs adjusting.
So you're an electrician too, besides —
what do you call it? — a radio announcer.
So basically you talk...
and all Italy listens.
That's right.
What if you suddenly start laughing?
Oh, no! Laugh on the air and you pay a fine.
- Have you been fined? - Have I ever!
Ah, here's Rosmunda.
These great public events are intended to show our guest
the magnificence of Fascist Italy.
Today he will see how the new generations
are educated under the symbol of the fasces.
in answer to the splendor of the mriitary banners,
ﬂags raised over every residence flutter in unison,
and the city cloaked in Italy's colors...
So that's your colleague speaking?
Guido Notari? Yes.
One of the best. He never laughs on the air.
That's just the alarm clock.
I set it to go off every hour to help manage my time.
Next time it rings, I'll know it's noon.
Wouldn't it be easier just to look at a clock?
What if I forget?
Are you crazy?
You mustn't see this mess!
Where are you going?
I loved riding a scooter as a kid!
He must have a screw loose. It's missing a wheel.
The coffee should be ready. Sit down over there.
I don't want to be a bother.
No bother... as long as you stay put.
The Sassan' Division appears in serried ranks
with the flags of the 75 ist and 752nd regiments,
each decorated with two gold medals for mliitary valor.
Battalions of frontier guards are also lined up,
the 60th and the 73rd battalions of Black Shirts.
A battalion of gunners appears in all its glory.
The division of two infantry regiments was founded in 7884
and fought valiantly together
in battle after battle:
Saati Dogali Adua,
Bengasi Monte Grappa, Pla ve.
The might of an army of 8, 000, 000
is here represented by 30, 000 men, 400 tanks,
400 guns...
How odd, looking into your own apartment from your neighbor's.
What did you say?
Nothing.
Now our troops from overseas file past on camels.
itallan banners brought to Home from the African territories
pay homage from our colonies
to the great nation of Germany, Italy's new sister.
What about Rabagliati? You know him personally?
I imagine him to be
a tall, good-looking man who's always happy.
You mean like me?
You don't seem that happy to me.
Depends on the day.
I like how he sings.
He puts such feeling into it.
“Fascist women, you must be the keepers of the hearth.”
“The man who is not a husband, father, and soldier
is not a man.”
“ll Duce at the Fiat factory with Senator Giovanni Agnelli.”
“If you love Mussolini, go ahead and tell us.
Though I'm your wedded husband, I never could be jealous.”
A tune from Abruzzo.”
“It's the Alpine Corps that makes the Alps,
not the Alps that make the Alpine Corps.”
You like my album?
Ah, it's yours? I thought it was one of your kids'.
No, it's mine. You like it?
Sure. This is a beautiful horse.
That's Ned.
He has three: Ned, Aprile, and Fru Fru.
How many sugars?
Three. No, two.
They say he rides a horse to exhaustion every morning
and a woman every night.
Poor horses.
And poor women!
They say lots of things about him.
Good coffee!
You were right to turn down my coffee earlier.
You know...
I crossed paths with him once, four years ago...
face to face. - Really? Where?
Villa Borghese.
He was on horseback.
I stopped, and he glanced my way as he galloped by.
It was like a fire flared up inside me.
Mind you, my arms were full of groceries.
My legs turned to jelly...
everything started spinning around me,
and I fell to the ground in a faint.
From one glance as he galloped by?
Some passers-by helped me up,
and I managed to get on the streetcar.
That same day I learned I was expecting little Littorio.
“Genius is incompatible with the physiology and psyche of the female
and is always strictly masculine.”
You agree?
Of course I agree.
Why?
Aren't the history books always full of men?
Sure. Maybe too full.
There's no room for anyone else.
Least of all women.
You know, you're a tough one to figure out.
My mother, for example, wasn't male,
but she was a genius.
She wrote. She painted.
She worked as a bookkeeper and supported the family,
not my father.
She made all the decisions.
The only decision my father ever made
was to walk out on us.
She was a great woman,
but she couldn't hold on to her husband.
Or maybe she just didn't want to.
My mother was completely different.
When Dad would come home at night —
we were living in Naples then —
That must be her again.
Please tell her that if anyone's looking for me, I'm here.
And try to relax. - Why? Do I look nervous?
I brought back the key.
I saw you have washing out too.
It's dry now. - Thanks. I'll go get it.
Is he still in there?
Yes, because...
he's fixing the kitchen light.
That guy?
I wouldn't let him touch my garbage pail!
Would you mind telling me what you have against him?
I'm telling you for your sake:
hanging around with certain people can get you in a lot of trouble.
I didn't want to tell you before, but that tenant from the sixth floor
is a no-good naysayer.
An antifascist!
To put it plainly...
he's a son of a bitch!
No? Why do you think they kicked him off the radio?
Know what they told him?
“You're spitting in the plate you eat from.
So give us our plate back!”
But he's such a decent man.
He can't be an antifascist.
Decency has nothing to do with it.
I know a thief who plied his trade in this very building.
Now he's an officer in the army.
So what if a man's a scoundrel?
What matters is whether he's faithful to the Party.
That's the important thing, right?
Now the grenao'iers of Sardlnla and Savoy file past.
The commander general, Benito Mussolini
explains the great merits of the grenadiers
to the leader of the Third Reich.
The FUhrer appears moved by this pageant
in which all of Home is history is felt.
I have to go —
Where'd he go? - in here.
- What are you doing? - Fixing the light.
If she comes back to check and it hasn't been fixed —
So you were eavesdropping.
Only at first. Then you lowered your voices.
Leave that. l have to go up on the roof.
I'm almost finished. What did she say about me?
About you?
Nothing.
Why? What do you think she said?
I'm generally her favorite topic —
after her late husband, that is.
In his death throes he refused last rites
and asked to be buried in his fascist black shirt.
He was a great man, a true fascist.
He wasn't a naysayer
or one of those... subversives.
Like me, right?
So she did tell you.
When people say things like that, there's usually some truth to it.
I don't think I'm an antifascist.
If anything, fascism is anti-me.
Sure, they're all against you.
Spare me.
A little more sand.
Then tell me why you were fired from the radio.
Just for fun?
Because —
Perhaps my voice didn't meet official requirements:
“solemn and martial in tone, resonant with Roman pride.”
I had too little Roman pride —
maybe because I grew up in Viterbo. - Sure.
You can twist words any way you like.
If you don't mind my coming right out with it...
they did the right thing.
Now I've got to —
- I got a shock! - A shock!
- Just kidding. - You can go to hell!
Enough is enough! I almost had a heart attack.
And with her always listening — God knows what she's thinking!
You'll ruin my reputation in my own home! Get down!
- I wanted to make you laugh. - I'm in stitches!
Look, it doesn't fall down now. Did I do well?
Great. Send me the bill.
It's all buttons! Did you make this too?
Yes, with my own hands. You got something against it?
No, it's wonderful.
Besides, now that they've invented the zipper,
all those buttons have to be used for something.
Your lame humor isn't funny.
Well, good-bye.
Why are you going up instead of down?
I'll go back across the roof so the concierge doesn't see me.
Suit yourself.
You should have told me right off what you thought.
About what?
Things... like picture albums.
- What would it have changed? - Everything.
I wouldn't have let you in.
What are you afraid of? You're so sure of your convictions.
You bet I am! No, that's not mine.
But I don't feel like discussing them with someone
who criticizes and makes fun of everything.
You're always laughing about serious matters.
I'm not always laughing. I have little reason to laugh.
You're the one who should laugh now and then.
Things are going well for you.
You have a home, a husband, and six kids. You should laugh a bit.
And stop using lei with me. You know it's forbidden!
You know it's obligatory to use voi
You do it on purpose.
It's been lei this and lei that all morning.
Did you leave?
Just as well.
Still, he could have said good-bye.
Beautiful lo vestruck young girls buying your oranges
All right — no more leil It's tu from now on!
You're finally laughing! - I'm not laughing.
Too bad! You're much prettier when you laugh.
Maybe I was once.
- Peace? - Peace!
The blue sky, in all its spring brilliance,
is pierced by great steel-hearted eagles
in strlpes of red, white, and green,
guided by our pilots toward the stars,
beyond the outer limits of the world.
“Clumsy joke ends in tragedy.”
Look, you scratched me.
Serves you right.
What's the matter?
with your so-called “jokes.”
I don't know what you're thinking,
but you're making a big mistake.
Don't give me that look. You understand perfectly well.
Antonietta. ..
I assure you I had no intention —
Sure. You grabbed me by accident.
You men are all the same.
I saw it coming all morning.
Saw it coming? From me?
First The Three Musketeers, then the coffee.
Of course, things must be different where you work.
I can do it alone.
No, I always helped out as a kid.
All those actresses and lady singers and female announcers.
I suppose that's why you put in a phone.
One can only imagine the impact
that contact with this Illustrious city,
cruclble of so much of human history,
wrll have on the mystic and meditative spirit of the German leader.
Just go away.
Please go away.
I said please.
You have to go away.
When you put your arms around me just now...
I was more angry with myself than with you...
because".
I've hardly been able to take my eyes off you.
You have to go.
I don't know anymore.
I've never done this before. You must believe me.
It's the first time.
Tell me, Gabriele, please.
I have to know.
There's a line in your album
that a man must be a husband, a father,
and a soldier.
I'm not a husband...
a father...
or a soldier.
What are you saying?
I wasn't kicked off the radio because of my voice.
“A useless naysayer...
with depraved tendencies.”
That's what they said.
I don't understand.
You understand perfectly well.
And it's true.
What were you hoping for?
Kisses? Love bites? My hands up your dress?
Is that what you've been waiting for?
Is that what a man does when he's alone with a woman?
All men are the same, right?
Don't touch me! Let me go!
You want to feel it, don't you?
Because this muscle here is the one that really counts, is that it?
Don't touch me!
Sorry, but you got me all wrong, sweetheart.
I'm not the virile stud you were hoping for.
I'm a faggot. A faggot!
That's what they call us.
At the local pool hall, if they caught one of us around,
they'd pull down his pants and ram a pool cue up his ass!
What do you know about anything?
You're just an ignorant little housewife in heat...
but oh so very proper!
One of those who say,
“It was a moment of weakness. What must you think of me?”
Prepared to fornicate on the roof, but ready to judge and condemn.
What the hell would you know?
- The concierge will hear! - Let her! I'll call her myself!
Hey, concierge!
That way everyone will finally know for sure
that the tenant on the sixth floor is a queer...
a pansy...
a homosexual!
A faggot.
To describe on the radio, to all of Italy and the world,
this pageant on llia dei Trionfi
fllls us with sincere pride.
Composed of mlghty battalions,
the mllitary strength of the fascist people, of our people is army,
parades in the Roman light before our esteemed guest.
All the most modern vehicles and weapons
that make up a strong and fearsome army
roar by before the leader of our sister nation,
who looks on, visrbly surprised and pleased
While troops march along the chosen streets,
the crowd calls out to II Duce in reaffirmation
of its ecstatic tribute of devotion and faith.
He comes second only to God
“God gives us bread ll Duce defends it for us. ”
Such is the feeling of the people.
The crowd surges impatiently
to hear the words of Mussolini and Hitler,
which Will be broadcast by loudspeaker.
The 74th Fascist draft boasts of having recruited
7, 353, 776 new members to the Party...
I'm sorry.
Why don't you come in?
I'm making an omelet.
The crowd calls out to the two leaders
to renew its exultant tribute of trust and devotion.
The moment has arrived
amid bugles and drums and clamoring crowds.
A majestic silence falls.
Benito Mussolini founder of the empire,
extends a salute from Fascist Italy
to the leader of the Third Reich.
Fascist Italy
knows but one ethical law in friendshio.
This law has been, is being, and will be obeyed
by the collaboration between Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy.
I even got engaged to a girl once,
a girl at the radio station,
to put up a false front.
I took her out to dinner and to the movies,
wherever we'd be sure to be seen together.
I pretended I was crazy about her, and she did the same.
She was a good friend who wanted to help.
But maybe I didn't play my part too well.
Management called me in one day and said...
I was no longer part of the family at Italian National Radio.
“You're not a Party member.” “But I am!”
“Not any more...
because people like you
can't be members of our Party, which is a party of real men.”
So I tried to bluff...
by showing them a medical certificate stating
I wasn't a homosexual,
that l was a normal man.
- Did they believe you? - Are you kidding?
It only made things worse.
That was a bad move.
If you're not a homosexual,
you don't walk around with a certificate to that effect.
That's the worst part.
You try to seem different from what you really are.
They force you to feel ashamed of yourself.
To hide.
But you told me.
With you I found the courage.
You're not like the others.
That's not true.
I slapped you.
True, but you're here with me now.
How do you get by?
I mail out advertising for a big department store.
I write customers' addresses on the envelopes.
I took the job over from... a friend.
He was taken away over a year ago.
He's interned in Sardinia, at Carbonia.
Was he a...
subversive?
A subversive... like me.
I went to see him off.
I last saw him as he boarded the boat at Civitavecchia.
I watched him walk up the gangplank.
You have beautiful handwriting.
Would you mail one to me?
There are lots of times when | feel humiliated too.
Treated like a nobody.
My husband doesn't talk to me. He orders me around...
day...
and night.
We haven't laughed together since we were engaged.
He does his laughing elsewhere now, with other women.
You mean he's unfaithful?
You seemed so secure and happy.
“Faithful.”
To the fatherland.
You know those places...
where men go and pay for women?
They know him better there than in his own office.
If only that was all.
Last month I found a letter from someone named Laura...
a schoolteacher on Via Ruggero Bonghi.
He picks a woman with an education.
It's as if he —
It's like telling a woman she's ignorant and second-rate.
Oh, I don't deny it. I didn't have much schooling.
A letter like that —
Even back when I was fond of him...
I never wrote him a letter like that...
because I don't know how.
You can treat an uneducated woman any way you like,
because you don't respect her.
I like you, Gabriele.
I like you...
just as you are.
All those things you told me...
I don't care about them.
You're very kind.
I'm thinking of myself.
I like it when you touch me.
Itsfunny.
I don't feel guilty at all.
Just the opposite.
It was never like that with him.
I never thought it could be like that.
What about you?
The way I am...
doesn't mean I can't make love to a woman.
It's different.
It was very nice...
but it doesn't change anything.
Meeting you, getting to know you...
talking with you, spending the whole day with you —
today of all days —
has been very important for me.
I'll look across at your window every day...
the way I did this morning when I went back home.
I kept watching you.
I couldn't get anything done.
And next Saturday, when everyone goes off to the rally...
it'll be enough just to see you...
and hear your voice.
Good evening.
How was the parade?
Wonderful, huh? I heard it all on the radio.
They're coming back.
I have to go.
Good evening, sir, ma'am.
I listened to the whole thing on the radio.
Did you have a good time?
What's Hitler like? - He's so handsome!
I heard it all on the radio. I enjoyed every minute.
Was the parade nice? -Gmm.
A historic day for Italy! - I agree.
- Did you see that fat general? - That was Goering.
- Wasn't it Hess? - He's the crazy-looking one.
The entire top brass of our great sister nation.
My feet hurt.
- Fulvio, did you get tired? - No.
We were all shouting, “Duce! Duce! Ducel”
And he was lapping it up.
But then he gestured toward Hitler as if to say,
”Don't forget our guest,” and everyone clapped even louder.
- I didn't see that. - You were too far away. I saw it all.
Antonietta, you really missed something.
Hey, am I supposed to eat my minestrone with a fork?
What's the matter with you tonight?
A fateful day.
Unforgettable.
And you all had the privilege
of witnessing it in person.
In 20 or 30 years' time you can tell your children...
“I was there that day.”
They gave me one bread roll all day.
- What's all this? - The pom-pom.
A cold dinner. Didn't do a thing all day, did you?
Wasn't it a national holiday?
And you stayed home in bed.
We have more tanks than the rest of Europe.
Even more than America, Dad?
Sure. All they can do is make movies.
They're still fighting the Indians with bows and arrows.
I think the air force is the most exciting.
- No, the navy. - Shows what you know.
Too bad we didn't see any ships.
Right. Imagine a battleship parading past!
- Will you cut it out? - Hands off!
You'll have lots of pictures for your album, Mom.
There'll be lots of pictures to clip in tomorrow's paper.
I'm hoarse from all the singing.
You see the German band on horseback?
They were fantastic!
I don't know how they do it.
It's the Fiihrer's personal band. They're with him everywhere.
Even at home.
Mom, Littorio's eating with his left hand.
How come the Germans do the goose step better than us?
Because it's hard!
Come on. We're pretty impressive too.
Did you see the Alpine Corps? - Sure did.
But the German uniforms are much more elegant.
You gotta admit: We know how to pick our allies, huh?
If there's another war,
we'll kick all their asses!
Antonie, a day like today calls for a celebration,
and if we have a seventh, we'll call him Adolf.
No, not tonight.
Just hurry up and come to bed.
We'll discuss it then.
“That first Monday of April 1625,
the town of Meung,
birthplace of the author of the Romance of the Rose,
was in complete chaos,
as if the Huguenots aimed to make of it a second La Rochelle.”
- I'm just about ready. - Take your time.
- When does the boat leave? - In three hours.
“Imagine a Don Quixote aged 18, with a long face —”
“...a long face with high cheekbones, a sign of craftiness —”
“...all the more painful to young D'Artagnan...”