The Working Class Goes to Heaven (La Classe operaia va in paradiso)

THE WORKING CLASS GOES TO HEAVEN

Yep, the cranium...

Yes...

We are buying Beckenbauer

400 millions.

And we'll buy Riva.

And who'll give you the money?

Lulu, we're not desperate like you.

Coffee?

Do you want some coffee?

Do you want it?

- How are you, my love? - My love... my love.

All here... the brain.

In the brain there is the central headquarters, it decides.

It makes projects, programs and gives the go to production.

- The production... - Well, man...

lines up and sets in motion.

Arms, legs, mouth, eyes, tongue... everything.

It starts to move and...

Until it...

takes up food, which is its raw material.

What are you talking about?

One. Man works in order to eat...

What a discovery.

The food... goes down, here is the machine that crunches it.

And it's ready for exit.

The same as in a factory.

- Man and factory are the same! - Yes, so what?

Fucking factory!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What a vocabulary so early in the morning!

- No, no, listen... - Get lost!

- No... think about it... - You'd better think about it.

Imagine if it had a price!

- Everyone happy with assured income... - Oh, shut up!

Instead nothing... they don't know where to put it!

Shut that mouth of yours...

- It pollutes water... the smell. - Such refined words!

You, Arturo, will be forced to eat it when you're bigger

with the excuse that it's good for preventing cancer.

Leave the kid alone and get ready.

Is he a boy? He's a fake... a fake.

A moody Martian...

Workers! Workers!

I'm speaking to you on behalf of your student comrades.

It is 8:00 in the morning! When you come out it will already be dark.

Today the sun won't shine for you.

You'll be baked doing piecework... 8 hours of piecework.

And you will come out old, empty.

Convinced you have earned yourselves a day-wage.

And instead you will have been robbed! Yes, robbed!

Of 8 hours of your life...

It's not with piecework that you have to earn more money...

Who sends you? Why don't you go back to university to study?

10 fucking lire more! The owners, they earn 100.

Workers! You are entering prison!

Today, after 8 hours of hard work, it will be dark.

Today the light of the sun won't shine for you.

Workers! To break the partnership between owners and unions,

we propose the formation of joint committees,

a revolutionary alliance between workers and students...

More money, less work!

Good morning, workers! The director wishes you good work.

In your interest, treat the machine you have been given with love.

Take care of it...

Security measures suggested by the factory guarantee your safety.

Your health depends on your relationship with your machine.

Respect its needs...

and don't forget that a machine in good condition means a productive one.

Good work!

Hey, come on... pass through...

Lulu, two new workers... I won't them ready to work for tomorrow... understood?

Go!

Tarcisio Menne, from Manfredonia...

- What is it? - That's my name.

I don't give a damn what your name is.

You see... I lost the rhythm...

Between one thing and the other, some 30 lire less...

- I'm sorry, I didn't know. - Silence...

This work even a monkey could do.

So even you can do it.

I lost the rhythm.

- Stand up! Like that you produce half. - I have a prostate problem.

Either you report sick, or I fine you or you stand up.

But if I stand I have to go and piss all the time...

You want me to go and piss all the time?

What the hell am I supposed to do here?

Why don't you go sick?

Go sick? I either work or piss...

- I told them 200 times. - Come on, you should be happy.

Popes and presidents have prostate troubles.

- You're losing 2 seconds on the return. - Why don't you do the work, leech?

- You didn't cut your hair? - Fuck off!

Then, as according to the security measures...

like female manual labor... you have to wear a cap.

Piss off!

Workers! The unionists have called for a meeting.

Hurry, all together, and ask that they overturn their policy.

Everything and immediately! More income, less labor!

Who pays those guys?

United against the unionists...

Who pays those guys? They know everything.

They're trying a "splitting" maneuver.

- And organized... - For me, here there are spies.

More income, less labor!

Let's tell the union.

More income, less work!

They've taken me for a charity.

- Tarcisio Menne from Manfredonia. - And the other one?

- Tell him. - Salvatore Quaranta, born in Lecce.

Ludovico Massa, known as Lulu,

Lombardy, nearly Switzerland.

This one is Adalgisa Stacchia, south Ticino, virgin.

Sit down both of you.

If you also want my food take it because anyway I'm not hungry

I've got a gash here inside.

Excuse me, Mr. Massa, a curiosity, how do you work so fast?

I get bored in the factory, it pisses me off.

So I work, what am I supposed to do?

Listen to this concept: life is a winning post, a banner.

Everyone on the racing-track, we're all running here

I am a little champion in here, she knows it, don't you?

It's true.

And then there are the "terroni", like this one from eastern Sicily.

They are all commuters, when they arrive in the morning the're already tired

and so I work faster than them.

I was able to make 25,000 lire in a month of piecework, 25 notes.

But plugging away at it! Because I concentrate.

Because I am concentrated, concentrated.

I have the technique for concentrating... she knows it.

I fix something with my brain.

I think of a bum.

Her bum.

There's not much else to do here, what do you expect?

Since we have to work, let's work.

Without fussing.

- Understood? Work, without fussing. - Yes, yes!

Yes, I understood, but you... how old are you?

31.

I've been working for 15 years, I've suffered from paint poisoning twice...

I've got a gash in here, I've had an ulcer.

Lulu, Lulu! We have to redo the work times.

- Ready? - Ready.

We have to check the piecework.

Boss, I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

Let me see... Very poor performance...

May I?

- 14. - 35.

- 12. - 28.

- 12. - 30.

- 8. - 27.

- 12. - 27.

- 12. - 30.

- 10. - 32.

- 10. - 30.

Stop!

Do you want a cigarette?

You will yield more, won't you?

Production on this machine has to increase from 115 to 320 an hour.

Let's go!

- It's only a question of rhythm. - You are a bastard.

Just think about it!

Bloody southerners!

If he stops the car he wastes time.

Come on.

Can you feel the heat?

- If he takes the piece in motion he saves 3 seconds! - 30.

- Look here. - 45.

Moving piece, 3 seconds...

- 30... - 48...

- 3, 3 and 3 makes 9... - ...seconds.

- It's easy to calculate. - 30. 48.

Listen, Lulu.

You're not going to die in bed. You're going to die here, on the machine.

What difference does it make?

- I'm going to smoke a cigarette, boss. - Yes, okay.

So this machine has to increase production from 200 to 250 an hour, okay?

Boss!

- When do the new times come into play? - Immediately.

- Who says? - The machines said it, and I decide it.

- Well, it doesn't suit us. - Not at all.

Before fixing new times you have to tell us how much we're pocketing.

First you work, then the management decides.

No-no, no management. We have to discuss this immediately.

You want to increase production. Then increase our salaries as well.

In any case, all those who have left their work posts are fined.

Look here. We're not in prison, you know? You have to learn to discuss with us.

You have to discuss with workers!

Everyone fined! Go back to work!

- What are you doing, putting your hands on me! - Go back to work!

You will end badly.

- Ass-licker! - I didn't invent piecework.

Now I'm the inventor of piecework!

Sheep all of them, sheep!

They talk and talk, then at the right moment they shit themselves.

They don't give a damn...

Maybe they have a piece of land. I don't have anything.

If I have strength I work. Only that. I don't care.

I concentrate. I think of Adalgisa's bum.

What a nice bum! Her cheeks look as if they've been sculptured on a lathe.

Young men... look and learn. I'm already concentrated