Bar Giuseppe

Giuseppe!

You could go back to your hometown.

You are alone here.

Your grandchildren.

You can enjoy your grandchildren, Dad.

We are grateful for what you and Mom did for the two of us.

Right?

Why should you keep on working?

-Forno Antico, good morning. -A gun.

I usually answer "good morning" when someone says "good morning".

-What is it doing here? -Luigi put it there.

He gave it to Mom for when was alone. She didn't want it, but…

What's gotten into you?

Dad, this town is becoming dangerous.

-There are ugly people around. -Take it away.

-Know how many places they've robbed? -Take it away.

Out here in front…

'Night, Uncle.

You put it there and you get rid of it.

I said no!

Don't yell!

Mom is here.

The bar belonged to Mom. We'll sell it and share.

-That is all he has left. -What am I left with?

Don't you know that I've got problems?

In fact, do you by chance…

I will return it.

Give me a hand at the bakery.

A few hours.

So you're opening up again.

You could have told me.

Peppì, make it double. I have to drive all night.

Peppì, I think you need a double one, too!

Your boys aren't giving you a hand, Peppì?

-Why don't you give him a hand? -It's good money.

I'd starve. Giuseppe's prices are lower than the "bocce" club ones.

Giuseppe should clean it up a bit.

They haven't understood that all of Africa doesn't fit in Italy.

Why don't you kick them out?

Your wife defended them a lot.

But now? Take them, and send them away. Huh?

Then I'll send them away.

Will you discard or not?

-Bar Giuseppe. -I'm calling for the bartender job.

It's number five's turn.

My references.

-Yes? -I saw the ad.

Good. Come when you want, even today, and we can meet.

-Number six! -He left.

-Is seven here? -Here I am.

-Did you see how many there are? -Peppì wants to meet them all.

Since I graduated I haven't been able to find a job. My parents support me.

I don't like to study, I like motorbikes.

I can buy one by working here. How much do I earn?

BEER

After running away, we did all sorts of jobs.

We joined my husband's sister here.

May I call him?

He is a journalist and speaks your language.

The military burned his work.

They wanted to stop me from writing the truth. But I continued.

They arrested and tortured me.

We hope our escape will give our daughter a better future.

May I call her?

She is an orphan. The government killed her parents.

She's been with us since she was a baby.

-Bikira. -Good morning.

If you take us, we can work together or take shifts.

I heard that you are looking for help.

Dad, did you do your accounting well? Between the salary, welfare,

without Mom administration, you might cause a mess.

-I can't run it by myself. -In fact.

Did you try asking Luigi?

Did he tell you?

-He may think it over sooner or later. -He came by.

You see? He told me that he…

He didn't even stop.

Were any of the people you interviewed today alright?

Lots of people came. There must have been someone you liked.

Who?

-Everyone. -What?

I liked them all.

How can they live without a job?

Poor people.

With great difficulty, I decided who will work at the bar.

Your proposal to rotate isn't allowed.

An orange juice and a coffee, please.

I will make out just one contract…

but if you alternate at times

or if you keep each other company, it will be okay.

You can decide which one is more suitable.

Giuseppe sent me.

You are not suited.

Nicola, Giuseppe's son.

Bikira! Will you make a coffee for me?

-I didn't know that… -Yes, I know. Dad doesn't talk much.

How do you like it here?

I've never worked in a bar.

But I like the job.

He still keeps low prices?

It's about time! It's a great life in the morning now!

I went to see Mom.

Are you having breakfast?

No. I'm going to open the bakery.

You want some?

You want some?

-What is it? -Aloco.

-Meaning? -Platanus.

Sliced. Fried in seed oil.

Do you like it?

Do you want some?

-What is it? -Gnocchi.

-Meaning? -Flour, with potatoes.

Like pasta.

Hold still or I'll rip your heart open. Where is the money?

Come here or I'll bust your face, slut!

Where the hell is the money, slut?

Where do you have it?

Where is the money? Where is it?

Salon!

The key! Where the hell is it?

I don't have it.

The man was holding a semi-automatic gun,

a caliber 8 model 92, without being in possession of a gun license.

Tell him it was mine.

If you want.

Will you tell me where you got this weapon?

If you cooperate… If you tell us who gave it to you,

you can obtain reduction of the sentence.

Will you tell me? Yes or no?

I bought it.

From who?

The man did not want to reveal its origin.

Thus, according to the terms of law, his arrest was mandatory.

He was presented to court for a direct trial

in accordance with articles 7 and 9 of law 895 of 1967.

The above mentioned weapon was submitted to confiscation.

The court confirms the arrest and considering the no record status,

it applies cautionary house arrest measures

for a minimum of three months.

You asked for it.

POLICE

Today, vegetable pie,

meatloaf,

and fruit cake.

I never made it before. I don't know how it came out.

If you don't like it, you can make your rubber gnocchi.

-Is it good? -No.

-The bar? -Everything is fine.

Dad and Mom are helping me.

How do you eat the other days?

Would you like me to come more days

to bring you warm food, and not only on Sundays?

I'd like that.

-May I help you? -Thank you. I can make it.

Come on. All those bottles are heavy!

I'll take a walk, really.

I like the smell of wood.

What did you say?

That you are a just man.

Who is she?

What is she doing here?

-Hello, guys. Want to drink something? -Another beer.

That's fine.

-If you need gas, I just closed. -Can I give you a ride?

You must be tired.

I won't eat you.

Breakfast, too?

Thank you.

-Excuse me. I wasn't expecting you. -No problem.

There.

From the oven. Nice and hot.

You didn't come by yesterday.

I thought your son was here, and I didn't want to disturb.

Is he here?

I made coffee. You want some?

You went out earlier than usual this morning.

-I went to Giuseppe's. -Already?

Bikira!

-Everything alright? -Yes. Just fine.

Sorry to bother you.

Please.

Sit down.

-May I offer you something? -Thank you. We were at your bar.

You're wondering why we are here.

It's not nice.

It's our culture.

A young girl like Bikira

spends a lot of time alone, at home with a man.

Mr. Giuseppe, we know that you

need someone to help you, but frankly…

I'll manage.

In fact, I apologize if I hadn't realized it.

Please don't apologize.

On the contrary, forgive us, but put yourself in our place.

Understand us.

Thank you.

Bikira, excuse me…

Is it true that your name is Swahili means virgin?

-How do you know? -I looked for it on the Internet.