Devotion (L'edera)

THE HIRE

- And here live the gentlemen? - You will see your villa.

It may be... But I'm afraid we will not even recover the expenses.

Here you have the horses, Don Paulu.

Gantine, always the last one.

And what is that way of treating horses?

It is seen that they are not yours.

Low.

Tomorrow you do not run.

Why, Don Paulu?

Hey, Capì!

Come here!

Ride you.

Why can not I run tomorrow, Don Paulu?

What did I say to you this morning?

Let him go to San Gregorio. I'm going after the party.

No, tonight.

Come on! Let's try the tour!

Hey, Don Paulu!

That makes? Good heavens!

Respect at least the house of the Lord.

Go drink! I invite!

Go! I'm going to now!

Tell the truth, Father Virdis.

Did he think he was going to enter the church with a horse and everything?

I know we will never see him in church.

Neither on horseback nor on foot.

Already, I'm not a good customer. But my family makes up for it.

Paulu!

What way of speaking is that? You are incorrigible!

Do not put that face, grandfather. I have not said more than the truth.

Don Paulu!

Don Paulu!

They have arrived.

- Have you let them in? - I could not stop it.

They bring a bank paper.

I do not want to see you Speak with them.

- I? - If you. And hurry up.

Tonight he comes to dinner Salvatore Spanu.

They must have finished before.

Hey, you, take the horse!

You better talk to them, Don Paulu.

No, it would not do any good anyway.

Go, go.

Mom, it's dad.

Paulu, the hat! We are in the church.

You in the church? The house will have burned!

That will be...

Mother...

The bank has decided to act.

- The eviction? - Yes. Unfortunately, it has arrived.

- But how? The eviction? - Yes.

You always said: "You'll see how it stays in nothing."

"The director was a friend of poor dad"... Has seen?

Now... They take advantage because I am no longer the mayor.

The heart told me. We're going home.

Do not.

I do not want to talk to those guys.

And neither should you speak.

- And who is going to do it? - Annesa.

But they are our things, Paulu! The things of your father.

Annesa is like one of us, mother.

Two golden frames...

with the oval center and large photographic portraits.

English wall clock, in mahogany, with...

decorated sphere.

Decorated sphere.

Great photo album

in dark skin with silver trimmings and...

miniature in the center.

In the middle.

Leave it here.

Calm down, it's not your things.

As if they were!

And you should not touch them with their big hands.

Now I will show you how to execute an eviction!

I do not need you to teach me anything, just hurry up.

Here they are finished. Let's go to the other room.

Wait a minute... There's still that silver protrare.

Oh yeah!

Silver photo frames with...

with ornaments and photography.

Ornaments...

and photo.

- Very pretty! Who? - Don Paulu's wife.

- And he lives here? - Did not die.

And these jewels, where are they?

- They are not here. - They sold them long ago.

Ah, your masters have polished the money.

I do not have masters. Come on.

Up there are only beds. We will finish soon.

Annesa! Annesa!

- There are more rooms on the ground floor. - Yes, but there you can not requisition anything.

It is true. There is an old relative who, when he came to live here,

He brought all his things.

Your room looks like a warehouse.

Annesa! Are you going to come yes or no?

IM coming!

Go up I'm going now.

If he had wanted to help them, with all the money he has, we would not be here.

If I wait for you to give me the medicine, I go fresh.

I'm not your maid, who knows.

Hire one, who does not lack money.

The money, the money...

In this house you do not think of anything else.

Who were you talking to?

With those of the eviction.

That's it, huh? All right!

This will auction everything as soon as possible.

- You will not see that day. - I'll see, I'll see...

I have hard skin.

Would you like something else?

Put the pillows on me.

And tuck the blankets.

Cover them well.

If not, I spend the night like you, without sleeping.

For your information, I sleep at night.

Oh yeah? Are you sure?

The one who sleeps is Gantine. Yes...

And with both eyes, poor innocent.

And if that was not enough...

Now, the bank.

Unfortunately, it is our daily bread.

They did not want to make the loan that they had promised me.

Nice way to help agriculture!

If you wait for the help of a bank, it gives you time to ruin yourself a hundred times.

Could not save anything?

No, the olive grove burned whole.

Take a pinch of this tobacco and forget about it.

Total, to you the money goes by one side and enters by the other.

I wish that was true!

To know how much I will have to sweat to recover from this blow!

- No thanks. - You are wrong.

With this tobacco you can see everything with much more optimism.

Have.

Thank you. I prefer a drop of vernaccia.

She's tired, poor thing.

She is not used to being up so late.

She is delicate, like her poor mother.

But it has grown a lot since the last time I saw it.

Yes, luckily it's fine.

- I would need someone. - Why do not you get married again?

It is still too soon. Later, God willing.

And your sisters, have not they married yet?

No, not yet.

Excuse me, Dona Francesca, but, truth be told, I'm dying of fatigue.

Then do not pay us a visit and go to sleep.

Thank you.

Besides, tomorrow I have to leave at the very first hour.

Good evening and thanks for the hospitality.

- You're welcome. Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Good evening and quiet,

that with the help of God you can live with less money.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Good evening, Paulu. - Hey, Salvatore...

I have to talk to you.

- Tomorrow I'll go with you. - What happened?

- Tomorrow I'll explain it to you. - It's okay. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Ah, Annesa! She's every day more beautiful!

When are you marrying?

Remember that I want to be your wedding witness.

Paulu!

Paulu!

IM coming...

Goodbye, Annesa. I'm going, it's late.

He is coming with me.

I accompany you to the village. I'll be right back.

To do what? I'm going to close the door. Sleep outside.

Make peace. Give your hand.

- Come with me, Annesa. - What do you want?

Nothing. Come with me. They are going to sell the house.

- No no. - Yes, they're going to sell it.

They will not sell it!

And even if it were true, you should not say it.

- Shut up... Get out! - But, Annesa...

Why do you treat him like that?

We must not behave badly with who is good with us.

- It offends God. - God...

God?

Where is God?

If it existed, it would not allow the ruin of this house.

God knows better than you and what I have to do.

I mean, he does not want to talk to Uncle Zua.

- Do not. - Then, I will do it.

No mother.

Soul of God, if your uncle does not intervene it is ruin!

Better ruin than asking for money from him.

- Okay, so I talk to him. - I forbid it, Father Virdis.

If so, forgive the inconvenience.

Father Virdis, please.

Father Virdis, be patient. He is so nervous!

- He's as stubborn as a mule! - I know, I know.

But do not abandon us.

No, I will not abandon you.

Tomorrow I'll talk to that other mule.

What a family, Lord! That family!

Annesa...

If the Lord called me...

Do not say that...