La Strada (La strada)

Gelsomina!

Mother says to come home right away.

There's a man here. He came on a big motorcycle.

He says Rosa is dead.

Gelsomina, you remember Zampano who took Rosa away with him?

My poor daughter.

I'll never even see where they buried her.

She's dead, poor thing.

She was so beautiful, so good.

She could do everything.

Zampano, see how much my daughter Gelsomina looks like her?

We're so miserable.

I told you, she's not like Rosa.

But she's a good girl, poor thing.

She'll do what she's told.

She just came out a little strange.

But if she has regular meals every day maybe she'll get better.

You want to go with Zampano and take Rosa's place?

He'll teach you a trade. You'll earn some money.

And one less mouth to feed around here wouldn't be bad.

Zampano's a good man. He'll treat you well.

You'll travel the world. You'll sing and dance.

And look what he gave me:

10,000 lire.

I have it here. 10,000 lire.

We can fix the roof, and these poor things can eat.

Why did your father ever leave us?

You're all grown up, but you've never had a job.

It's not your fault that you're not like the other girls.

Won't you help your mother?

He'll teach you a trade. Isn't that right, Zampano?

Of course. I can even teach dogs.

Hey, kids...

go get two pounds of salami, a pound of cheese,

and two bottles of wine.

That's just the way I am.

- Thank you. Go ahead, children. - Go on.

Where are you going?

Come back here, Gelsomina.

Why do you act like that?

I'm gonna work and learn a trade and send money home.

I'm gonna be an artist too.

I'll dance and sing like Rosa.

When will you come back?

When will I come back?

Don't go, my daughter!

I said we'd be back soon.

Time to go!

Your things, Gelsomina!

Your shawl!

Jump in.

My daughter!

My poor daughter!

I hold here a length of chain, a quarter-inch thick,

made of solid iron and stronger than steel.

By simply expanding my pectorals, or chest muscles,

I'll bust the hook in two.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

To do this, I must fill my lungs with air like a tire.

A vein might burst and make me spit blood.

Once, in Milan,

a 260-pound man lost his eyesight doing this.

The optic nerve has to do all the work,

and when you've lost your eyesight, it's all over.

Any sensitive members of the audience may want to look away.

There may be blood.

Thank you.

You've never made soup before, have you?

It's pig's swill.

There's enough clothes here for 10 people.

Shoes, dresses and everything.

Come here. There should be something here to fit you.

I want you to look elegant.

With Zampano, I won't have you appearing in rags.

My women have always looked sharp.

Here.

Try saying, "Here he is: Zampano."

Here he is: Zampano.

Here he is: Zampano.

Come here.

This is a trumpet.

Do only what I tell you to.

This is a drum.

Here he is: Zampano!

Here he is: Zampano!

Zampano is here.

Try again.

Come here.

Stand right here.

Here.

Go on.

Zampano is here.

Say it like this:

Here he is: Zampano!

Go on.

Quiet flame, bright flame,

quiet flame, night cries.

What are you doing?

It's gonna rain day after tomorrow.

How do you know?

It's gonna rain.

Come here.

Get in.

I'll sleep out here.

Oh, yeah?

Listen...

what's your name?

Di Costanzo, Gelsomina.

Come on, Gelsomina. Get in.

- Tomorrow... - Get in there!

Thank you.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in this city,

we'll premiere a brand-new farce bound to make you laugh!

Greetings!

Anybody with a weak heart better not watch.

You might die laughing.

And since we work to fill our stomachs,

my wife will pass the hat around afterwards.

Come on. Quick.

Let's go.

Good morning, Miss Gelsomina.

Pardon me for asking,

but are you afraid of my "trifle"?

I said, pardon me for asking,

but are you afraid of my "trifle"?

No need to be scared.

Let's go "shunting" with my "trifle."

It's not "trifle."

It's rifle, dummy!

Now where could those ducks be?

Well, if there aren't any ducks,

you be the duck and I'll be the "shunter."

No!

That's a jackass, not a duck!

Thank you.

And now my wife will pass the hat.

Thank you to those who can give something,

and to those who can't, thanks anyway.

Evening, everyone.

Hey, close the door.

Hi, Zampano.

Hey, Gypsy, how's it going?

Zampano, how are you?

This is my wife.

Your wife? You mean another one of your girlfriends.

Pleasure to meet you.

- Have a seat. - No, we'll sit over here.

Waiter.

- I'll get him. - No, you sit still.

Waiter!

Coming. I heard you.

We want to eat.

We've got lamb and veal.

What do you want?

- That one. - Which? Lamb or veal?

Both.

Fine. Both. I'll have the lamb with spaghetti.

- And a liter of red wine. - Okay.

Where are you from?

My hometown.

You don't talk like us.

Where were you born?

My father's house.

Waiter! Get us more wine.

Wool? This ain't no wool! I could stick my toes through it.

Hey, Red!

Come here.

- You talking to me? - Yeah. Come here.

Good evening.

- What are you up to? - Nothing.

Then sit down.

- Want something to drink? - Yes, thank you.

- Where's that wine? - I don't like this place at all.

Have a cigarette.

I think I've seen you before.

It's possible. I get around.

- Here's the wine. - Have you already eaten?

Yes.

Cheers.

Where have I seen you?

- What line of work are you in? - I'm a traveling artist.

This is my assistant. I taught her everything she knows.

When I took her on, she couldn't even quack.

Take a look.

Feel that.

What a man!

Look here.

I earned all this in one hour, with these.

May I?

She's a sly one.

Let's get out of here. It smells.

Let's go see the fireworks.

Waiter, two more bottles of wine.

- How much do I owe you? -4,200 with the bottles.

- Hey there. - Good evening.

- How's business? - So-so.

Put the wine inside.

Hey, Red, where are you going?

- Get in. - Is this piece of junk your car?

- Don't you like it? - Are you crazy?