Marriage Italian Style (Matrimonio all'italiana)

This film is dedicated to TITINA DE FILIPPO

MARRIAGE ITALIAN STYLE

- What happened? - Someone's hurt!

Come on. Gently!

Let's take her out slowly!

I'll do it myself.

Gently.

Give me a hand!

Help her.

- Who's that? - Donna Filumena.

- My God, she's so pale! - What happened?

- At the bakery, all of a sudden— - Open the door!

- someone shouted "Donna Filumena is sick"! - Rosalia!

She hasn't been the same for days. She hasn't eaten in 15 days, poor woman.

She just keeps getting hungrier and hungrier.

Try to make her comfortable.

- My God, what happened? - Donna Filumena is sick.

Oh, my God.

She's been working too hard at the bakery.

Filume'.

Donna Filumena. What happened to her?

She got sick at the bakery.

I could feel it. I knew this would happen.

Take her upstairs. Gently.

Call a doctor. We have to tell Don Domenico.

Alfre'!

Alfredo!

- What happened? - Donna Filumena is sick!

Come down here!

- Mamma mia! - Go tell Don Domenico and call a doctor.

How can I? Don Domenico has the car.

- So take a taxi! Go. - A taxi!

Be gentle. Don't hurt her.

Yes, like that. Gently. Please!

- Bring my chair back down afterwards. - You're worried about your chair?

Gently, I tell you. I knew this would happen.

Gently!

Look, her hands are so cold. Poor girl!

And Don Domenico, when he hears!

I didn't even think of that. It'll hit him hard.

What a shock for him.

- Cashier! - Just a second! I'm coming.

This will go well with your pink suit. You'll look like a queen in Paris.

- Diana. - Mimi.

Let's have a look at you.

- There's a flaw here. - A flaw?

- What flaw? - There's a flaw.

- There's a flaw. - Pay attention!

This angel is going to marry me.

Next Saturday at the altar, she has to look prettier than the Madonna.

Sorry, Counselor, but I don't have more than 200 million in cash.

- And the fee of 10 million? - Are we supposed to pay that?

- Where's Don Domenico? - He's back there in the "studio."

May I come in?

- How much for the hat? - 60,000.

- Don Dummi'. - What do you want?

Donna Filumena is sick.

Take her home. Call the doctor.

I already called him, but she's very sick. She can't even talk.

- Then she must be very, very sick. - She's at death's door.

Alfre'! I'm dealing with important matters here.

Don Dummi'! It's true.

Damn it. She never leaves me in peace. Never.

- Certainly. - Naturally, we'll have to—

Counselor, I have to step out for a few minutes. Continue bargaining with these gentlemen.

But remember, this store, the two pastry shops...

and the bakery on Furcella Street must be sold together...

because I'm getting married, and I'm moving to Rome.

See you later.

- Bye, darling! - Bye.

- Mr. Soriano. - Yes.

I'm somewhat perplexed.

If you agree, I'd like to get a second opinion.

Go ahead. Whatever's necessary.

I was thinking of Doctor Brinati from the University...

but unfortunately he teaches all morning.

That's all right. He can come in the afternoon.

But given the patient's condition, by this afternoon—

Is it really that bad?

Well—

Jesus.

- What do we do? - I've got it! Doctor Cardocci.

Calm yourself. I'll think of someone.

Do whatever it takes, even the impossible! Money is no object.

Try to stay calm now.

- Go tend to the patient. - At once, Doctor.

And you all get out.

Don Domenico doesn't look good to me. Bring him a coffee.

Okay.

Her injection!

What are you doing here? Go back to the bakery.

Oh, the coffee.

Domenico.

Filume'.

What have you done?

The doctor is coming now.

We'll get a second opinion, and you'll get better.

No.

What do you mean, "No"?

- Yes, you will get better. - No.

Not the doctor.

A priest.

- How is she? - She wants a priest.

A priest?

Run to the parish church in San Cipriano.

Ask for Don Alfonso. He was her confessor.

The doctor told me to bring you a coffee. He said you don't look too good.

- Sugar? - Two teaspoons.

Is Donna Filumena really sick?

- What do we do? - It goes off every time I take off my pants!

I'm scared. I'm getting out of here!

- Calm down! It's just the siren. - They're bombing us!

Your Eminence.

Anyway, the bombing won't start for at least another 15 minutes.

Madam, the siren!

Come here! You've been in there an hour. Pay up!

What are you talking about? I didn't have time to finish.

- From 7:00 to 8:00? - We could all be dead in three minutes!

Never set foot in here again! Understood?

Here we go again.

Long live the Leaning Tower of Pisa

Save us, Mary!

How are we supposed to win a war with people dressed like that?

Everyone to the shelter! Schnell, schnell!

The light!

- Miss, aren't you coming down? - No!

Why not? Come on. I'll take you to the shelter.

No, there are people there.

People will see me.

It's dangerous here. We're close to the port, a military target.

- I don't want a bomb to fall on us. - If only it would!

Are you leaving?

Well—

- I'm scared. - So come downstairs!

There are people there!

I'd be so ashamed down there.

- How long have you been here? - Three days.

- How old are you? - Seventeen.

Mamma mia!

Mamma mia!

- Good night. - I'm scared.

I'm scared.

Oh, God, I'm so scared.

Girl!

- You're leaving? - It's crazy to stay here!

- I want to die. - And you want me to die too?

What's your name?

Filumena.

- Let's go now, Filume'! - No!

Alfre'!

- You idiot! What are you doing? - What have you done?

He's scared of the police.

- I just suddenly— - You're a jackass! That's what it was.

Assunta.

Don Dummi'.

You know who I am.

Filumena.

Filumena.

You really don't remember me.

The house.

Fantasia Alley.

Two years ago. The siren went off.

Yes.

You never came back.

Good for you.

You would have heard nothing but tears and sighs.

How much do those eggs cost?

Alfre', get on the bus.

This young lady is riding in the car with me.

- I'll take you to Naples if you want. - Of course.

- We're leaving. - Wait! I need to get off.

- We're leaving now. - I need to get off.

- So climb out the window. - Whatever you say.

Just a moment, Miss. I'll help you.

Wait, Miss. I'll help you.

He's peeping. Don't get fresh!

Get a nice view?

- Wait! - Sorry. You're on your own.

Let's go now.

- Do you have relatives in San Sebastiano? - No.

- Where do you live now? - I'm still there.

But I have the best room now.

You don't wear hose?

I wear...

a garter belt.

It's more fashionable. Don't you like it?

Damn it. Rain's the last thing I needed.

Looks like a bombed out house.

Let's go see.

Is anybody there?

Anybody there?

Filume'! Come here.

What do you want to do?

There's no one here.

Anybody there?

Come here.

- Can't you make her leave? - How do I get rid of her?

- You could insult her. - Insult her?

Hey there.

Hey.