Girl with a Suitcase (La Ragazza con la valigia)

- Go on, hurry! - OK.

Wait!

Ouch... it's full of thorns.

- Is it shut properly? - Yes.

- What's up? - With who, me?

Who else? My grandfather!?

And that look on your face? Are you having second thoughts?

No, I want to check the engine. It's making a funny noise.

- It's not charging up. - Maybe the fan belt's broken.

Start it up.

- No... shall I check the sparks? - Yes.

- Weren't you thirsty? - Why?

- The bar's outside. - Come with me...

I wanna see what's wrong with the car.

- Here... - No thanks, I'm going on my own.

- Shall I get you an ice cream? - No.

Forget it, I just remembered something urgent I have to do.

Please tell that young lady to wait for me at the bar.

- All right. - And give her this suitcase.

- Here. - No... thank you.

GIRL WITH A SUITCASE

- Hi. - Haven't you gone yet?

- Dad left, but I'm still here... - Why?

Given his first month's exam results, I made it very clear to his father.

If the boy goes off even for one week, I won't held be responsible.

- I see... is auntie in? - She went to Forli this morning.

- Is she back tonight? - Sure.

Excuse me...

- She went to fire the accountant... - It was about time!

- Are you sure she's coming back? - Yes, tonight, maybe a bit late.

- All right, bye. Excuse me... - Or course.

- Your brother? - Yes.

- Oh pardon me, I didn't introduce him... - It doesn't matter.

- I thought you'd met. - Let's continue.

"Qua mihis supremo Un tempus in urbe fuit".

- May I? - Yes.

- You've got loads of mail. - From who?

Tim... Greetings from Voklabruck, Austria.

- Antonian Orphanage. - What do they want?

Mark with a cross the desired blessing:

family well-being, work, salary, good marriage, good death,

for the Pope, the Homeland, world peace... our postal account...

Get this ironed and the mothball smell out.

- What would you choose? - Homeland.

- Get this washed too. - The rest are medical ads.

Throw them away.

Who's that? Is Gigi in, please?

Fainardi, thanks.

Gigi? It's Marcello, I got in half an hour ago.

You didn't get the telegram? So, are you coming with me?

Yes, early tomorrow.

Oh no, I have to wait for my aunt. I'm broke.

OK. But I'll call before leaving.

Yes, bye.

Take all this, lower the blinds and let me sleep.

Hello? Who?

Marchiori? No, this is the Fainardi house.

Fainardi! No, madam, wrong number.

Goodbye.

Hello? No, wrong number again.

Yes, it's 42116.

Yes, I know: Marchiori. But we don't know him.

No, the number hasn't changed.

What? In this street?

No, to our left we've got Mr. Agapito...

Lucia, stop that! Hang up, we're not an information agency.

I don't know what to tell you.

I'm sorry. No, no... goodbye.

No... goodnight.

- Who was it? - A wrong number.

And you start chatting?

She was crying.

I'm going to put the car in the garage.

Why?

- Why was she crying? - Who knows?

She was crying... and your 'nice' brother accuses me of chit-chatting.

Careful... are you through?

Steady... here, turn.

OK, down!

- Who's that? - Not auntie. She's got a key.

Here.

Lucia, Lucia! Leave it, we'll go.

What is it?

Listen, it's a girl looking for me.

Go tell her I'm not in, in fact, say you don't know me.

Ah, say whatever you want but send her away.

- But who is she? - Don't be scared.

She's an idiot. Whatever you say will be OK.

She'll believe anything.

- Was that her on the phone? - Yes.

How did that idiot find me?

Go on... Go!

- What do you want me to say? - Just say you don't know me, that's all!

Go on, I'll give you 1,000 lira.

I'm sorry...

No problem.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I'm sorry, you don't know me but...

I'm from the insurance company, the Sicurtà.

I'm sorry for the odd hour, I've come from Milan.

I'm told you have a Grey Aurelia with blue polka-dot upholstery.

- No. - Really?

Not any more, we sold it two months ago.

- To who? - I don't know, my father handled it.

He's not home, he's not even in Parma.

- But isn't this the Marchiori home? - Marchiori?

- Marcello Marchiori. - No, the Fainardi family lives here.

Tell me the truth. It means life or death to me.

Is Marchiori here or not?

- Well, no... - Swear on it.

I swear.

Madonna, My Lord... what will I do now?

Lousy, filthy brute! What harm did I do?

Miserable coward.

I'm sorry... if you only knew!

- Don't you know him by name? - Who, Marchiori?

You saw him if he bought your father's car. Tall, dark...

I'll show you, here.

Here, look.

Not me, I came out bad. That one.

So, do you know him?

No, sorry.

It doesn't matter, I'm sure I'll find him.

Sure, where's he going to go!

I've never let anyone cheat me.

- Are there hotels at the station? - Yes, lots.

- Which way do I go? - Well... it's some way.

Take the tram at the corner down there.

Get off two stops from the end.

Thanks.

- Wait...may I? - It's heavy.

- No problem. - Thanks.

- I'm not from the insurance. - No?

- May I? Aida. - Lorenzo Fainardi.

A pleasure.

Hello? Yes, Fainardi.

The young man? Which?

Oh, Lorenzo... Who's speaking? What?

One moment. Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

- Yes, auntie. - Telephone.

He's coming.

- Who is it? - I don't know, some Aida Zapponi.

Hello?

Yes, it's me, hello.

Who's this Aida?

One moment... One of my classmate's sisters.

Hello?

Please, excuse me.

Yes... yes.

What? But I can't.

Tell me now, it's the same thing.

No, if it's about last night, I told you that I...

What's it about then?

Come in.

Come in!

It's locked.

- Who is it? - Lorenzo Fainardi.

One moment!

- Hello... how are you? - Fine... and you?

Come in.

Forgive me not shaking hands, I'm whitening my shoes.

I hate shoot polish, don't you?

It gets everywhere. I had to use my toothbrush to put it on...

so it came out sort of pink...

- Take a seat. - Thanks.

Want a brioche? They're fresh.

- No, thanks. I've had breakfast. - So what? Otherwise I'll take offence.

Well... thanks.

I phoned you because that miserable Marchiori,

has left me in an embarrassing situation.

I wanted to know... with no obligation, of course...

if this might interest you.

- What is it? - Look, look... open it.

It's a travel iron. I've only used it once or twice.

There's a transformer too... what's the voltage in Parma?

- I don't know... - Just turn this thing here...

and iron.

- Interested? - Well...

If you're not interested who cares, I've still got a buck or two.

But since I need to stay a few days...

until I find him!

I need a little extra... maybe 5,000 lira...

Or... 4,000.

- Too much? - Not at all.

I thought... he can give his mother a nice present...

The case is leather... he can put a note inside...

After all it's new.

Yes, perhaps.

What an idiot!

- Sorry, I didn't realise. - You couldn't have guessed.

One can tell right away your mother is dead... forgive me.

- Sure. - Forget it, I'll manage.

I've already called home. A money order takes no time.

- Go, or you'll be late for class. - Oh God! Yes...

Bye.

Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

While the term "crown" refers to...

the area between two concentric