There's Still Tomorrow (C'è ancora domani)

Good morning, Ivano.

The first red rose has already blossomed

Awaking timidly

The sweet violets

By now the first swallow has returned

In the limpid sky, it circles once again

The fair season it has come to proclaim

Open the windows to the new sun

It is spring

Welcome in a breath of fresh air

With the perfumed scent of gardens and meadows in flower

Open the windows to new dresms

Pretty young girls

In love

It is perhaps the most beautiful dream you are dreaming

In tomorrow, your happiness lies

Among the silvery clouds, and in wait

The moon has already set a date

Open the windows to the new sun

It is spring

Festival of love

Open the windows to the new sun

- Knock it off! - I'll smash your face.

Stop it!

Son of a bitch!

Sit down.

What's in that empty head?

- What did I do? - Shut up!

The crapper chain's broke again. Go easy.

Damn you!

Try to be more delicate.

Eat now.

- Hands off! - No, that's mine!

- Marcella, doll, sit to eat. - And you?

- I gotta do things. - Me too.

Hurry, I'll be late for work.

Oh, wait a sec!

Finished your homework?

Too bad, you'll get the stick! You dunces.

- What did I do? - If I went to middle school, I'd be good.

Sergio's going, he's a boy. Besides it costs 2,000 lire.

You got 2,000 lire?

Then you can't go.

Lucky I allowed you some training and now you've got a trade.

Just bring in money and help your useless ma.

I bring in money and I always help Mama.

Good. Doing your duty.

Let's go.

Hey, wait up...

when's that moron Giulio popping the question?

- I don't know. - I gotta know...

Are you two serious or just fooling?

Go now, it's late.

Yes.

- Take this, you didn't touch a thing. - I don't need it!

I don't need anything.

Do something good today.

Bye, Ivano.

Delia! Where you at?

Coming, Papa.

Delia!

What the fuck's it take?

- Starving me, that's what! - Good morning, Dom Ottorino.

Watch it!

My boy, where's he at?

Hands off, c'mon! It's not a good day.

Eh... What a fuss!

When cousins married, there weren't all these problems.

My son took a stranger and here are the results.

- Where's Ivano? - Working.

And no goodbye?

Never says goodbye, that ingrate.

After all I done for him.

I learned him everything,

tie his shoes, shave...

Who took him whoring the first time?

- You, Dom Ottorino, you. - Me!

Maybe not a thank you but at least a goodbye.

Even gave him the house.

It was seized. You lost that on the horses too.

So what! It's the thought.

- But his trade, I learned him that. - What trade?

- Grave robber. - Oh, that!

When he was a kid, we'd dig the hole and throw him in.

Ivano'd come back up with vases, statues.

He was good, like a cat.

Yeah, a great trade!

Don't go judging!

The Fascists bought it all.

Respectable folks, elegant.

They liked old stuff in the living room.

Cash went around great guns!

I loaned to loads of people.

You got caught five times. World's only flat-broke loan shark.

Not so! My wife lived like a queen.

Your wife, in despair, jumped from the fifth floor. Rightly so.

Know your problem?

You talk too much.

Learn to shut up, you're a good girl

but you gotta learn to shut up, mouth closed.

Hey, kids, cut it out!

Those dummies!

You're lucky I didn't tell my husband, he'll smash your face!

- Good morning, Alvaro. - Good morning, Delia.

Keep an eye on Ottorino in case he needs something.

Count on it, I'll see to him.

That poor old guy.

Means the world to me!

I'm sorry he's not my papa.

Thank the Lord!

There's Still Tomorrow

Delia dear! We've been expecting you.

I'll take you to Papa.

- Adelina, hurry. - Yes, ma'am.

Let's go, young ladies.

This way, Delia.

Come along, it's late!

Delia, I must tell you

the restorative is working, I feel much better.

True, sir, your color's back, you were yellow.

And your father? Is he improving too?

No, my father-in-law!

To improve him would take a brain operation.

The elderly take patience.

Done.

- You have a velvet touch. - Thank you, sir.

- You think it's easy. - Papa, it is easy.

- If you have the right, you decide. - If you're capable, you decide!

You mirror an ancient, dead culture. We need new ideas, new faces!

- Values count, not faces! - Common objectives are what count.

In the interest of the collectivity.

Darling... be quiet.

Don't join discussions that don't pertain to you.

Instead, give the woman her 20 lire.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Actually, it's 30.

Your certainties have failed us.

Yarns and Hosiery

Good morning.

Here you are.

So, four bras, 200 lire,

and two garter belts, 60 lire.

That's 260 lire in all.

Mis Franca, if other things need mending, I'm at your disposal.

Socks, wool sweaters, your own things too, a stocking run...

Oh, who do you take me for? I toss the ones with runs.

Lucky you! I did the whole war with a whopping run.

Goodbye.

Umbrellas Repaired and Sold

Now you show up?

- I apologize, sir. - Go to the laboratory.

So we agree.

Goodbye, I'll expect you Thursday.

Young man, pay attention, it takes a steady hand.

Delia, show him.

This umbrella had a broken rib so we changed it.

Take the cover,

put it inside.

Insert the tips, one by one.

See? Easy as pie.

See?

- You understand when I talk? - What's the rib and the tips?

Oh, great!

But you too, Delia! Help him out!

Now it's my fault.

Kiddo, snap to!

I gotta learn. If I knew the trade I wouldn't be getting 40 lire.

What? 40 lire?

Sir, may I have a word?

I've worked here three years, even during bombings.

Why's he get more than me?

The kid's a man, eh!

God, what a scare!

- Delia, devil take you! - Like a bomb.

Why can't we use the elevator same as everyone?

God forbid we see some gentleman and embarrass him.

Don't complain, it's a lot they call us for the sheets.

I thought we'd see more money with the Americans.

- We lost the war, eh. - Uncle Joe'll fix it!

Yeah, he's all we need.

Now we got the vote, the tune'll change.

Yeah, but just the tune.

Thirty for shots, 260 from Mis Franca,

and 30 from Fiacchini...

I think this is yours.

Let go! Put me down!

Are you nuts?

I knew it was yours.

I thought so, they're all black.

Your mama?

All so sweet.

Fella, I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I just talk Roman.

Chocolate!

For me?

Thank you! I'll take for the moppets.

Moppets?

The moppets, my kids.

Thank you.

I have to leave, I gotta go.