Rocco and His Brothers (Rocco e i suoi fratelli)

Wake up, come on. We're in Milan.

Get up, Luca, we're here.

At last!

Come on, Mamma.

Are you tired?

Rocco, the basket.

Ma, got everything?

- You tired? - You're sure you have everything?

- Where's Vincenzo? - I don't know.

- Why isn't he here yet? - Maybe he's outside.

Why isn't Vincenzo here?

- Why isn't Vincenzo here? - I can't see, you look.

Here!

Ma, want me to look for him?

- Don't get lost. - Sure!

There's nobody here.

How beautiful!

- Ciro, look how nice! - Big, isn't it?

What a city!

Rocco, look at those shops, the lights.

It's like daylight.

Listen!

What stop is near this address?

- Last stop. - Last stop?

Last stop, end of the line. At Lambrate.

- What then? - Get off at Lambrate.

- My son. - Your son?

- The oldest... - Oh, the oldest.

We're going to see him.

Let's toast the fiancés!

Best wishes! All the best!

One always ends up drinking too much at these parties.

Here we are!

Thank you, thanks.

They decided on their own.

Parents don't count anymore.

We had to start sometime.

Besides, I don't feel like going back down there.

I want to raise my family up here.

Why don't you get married too?

Me? Only my sister's that dumb.

He's worried about supporting us.

But we'll manage on our own.

- That's right. - Right, Vincenzo?

Thanks.

- We're not looking for anything. - Oh, Lord! Please...

This is Aldo.

I'm going to the movies.

- Have fun! - Bye!

- Bye, Ma. - Bye. Have fun.

Thank you.

Always the movies! He lives on bread and movies.

It's a fixation with him!

Sunday I went along too..

..and immediately fell asleep.

Hello. Do the Giannellis live here?

I'm Mrs. Parondi.

Vincenzo, come and see who's here.

- Come in, come in. - Thank you.

Mamma!

Oh, my son.

Luca, how are you?

Rosaria, dear Rosaria.

Your family? Oh, God bless you!

This is Rosaria, everybody.

They're your brothers?

- This is Luca. - Hello.

Simone. She's my fiancé.

- Good. - Rocco..

..and Ciro. - Hello.

Leave everything here and come inside.

Come on.

Come inside.

It's her, Vincenzo's mother!

What a long trip. Offer her some wine.

Come on, boys!

Offer them some wine, they must be freezing.

Handsome boys, huh? The picture of their mother.

Ginetta, pass the cookies around.

Really handsome boys. Tired, huh?

It's true, they're very similar.

They're dead tired. Such a long trip!

- What a nice surprise! - What's in there?

What misfortune came upon us, my dear son!

What is this?

Don't you wear mourning for your father?

No,..

..it's just that...

She's Ginetta. I wrote you about our engagement.

You arrived just in time to bless us.

Marriage?

You're so rich that you can marry? Especially now..

..with your whole family depending on you?

If only you'd written..

..and let me know! - We did write!

Yes, but that was when Papa died.

I answered: "First I have to find them a job".

It's not that easy here in Milan.

- Have a seat. - Make yourselves comfortable.

- Tell us about yourselves. - Let's hear.

Make yourself at home.

- He's shy. - Probably tired.

- Not really. - No? Naturally, he's young.

Were you cold?

- No. - Some candy?

And what have you got there?

Oranges.

Amelia! Oranges from our hometown.

- Would you like one? - Thank you.

Just smell!

Thank you.

Listen, Rosaria, I thought you came for their engagement.

And that Vincenzo said nothing because he wanted to surprise us.

My heart's too heavy to think about parties.

And now what? You came here straight..

..from the station? - Yes.

So where are you gonna sleep tonight?

My son won't leave us in the street.

He'll take care of us.

Listen here, Rosaria.

I can understand your being worried about your boys,..

..but what about my girl, huh?!

She arrives just like that, and ruins everything!

- Mamma, what are you saying? - Mamma's right.

- You don't understand. - I'm nobody's fool.

- There's no need to shout! - Mamma's right!

Let's get out of this house! Rocco! Simone!

- Mamma, no! - You're all crazy!

- Come to your mother. - I'm not crazy. I've understood, all right.

They want to keep you from helping your mother.

They've no respect for your dead father! Heathens!

How dare you!

- Let's get out! - No, no.

Quiet, you, you're one of them!

Let's, boys, hurry up!

God will punish you, for He judges everyone.

No, wait. They didn't mean to offend you.

- Move it. - Leave me, leave me!

- You keep quiet, jerk! - Think I'm afraid, do you?

Leave my house!

Hear that? What are you waiting for? Come on!

Get out!

Armando!

- Armando! - Who is it?

It's Vincenzo. Let me in.

What's wrong? How come so late?

I'll explain later.

Hurry up! It's cold!

So why are you here at this hour?

To sleep, if possible.

It's almost day already.

Let's hear, boy, what've you done?

I can explain everything.

Down!

Come on in. You're afraid of the dogs?

Here there's wood, a stove, all the comforts!

So explain.

My whole family arrived unexpectedly, like an earthquake..

..And then argued with my future in-laws.

I had to give up my room, my fiancé and everything.

For you, a room and a fiancé are the same thing?

- It's no joke. - No.

How can I support my whole family?

Where'll they stay?

I managed something for tonight,..

..but tomorrow? Good God!

What's the problem? Milan's full of empty houses.

Apartment buildings are shooting up like mushrooms.

What about the rent?

Listen to me, do what all you Southerners do.

- Know what I mean? - Not exactly.

You rent a public housing apartment and..

..if you can, you pay.

but after a few months you stop paying.

- How is that? - Wait!

A month later they evict you.

- How can I.... - Wait!

Then you join the other evictees where you pay..

..almost nothing and there's central heating, electricity, etc.

Milan's City Hall leaves no one on the street.

Couldn't we go straight there?

No, you have to be evicted.

- Ah, right! - That's the secret, understand?

- Good evening. - Don't be such a knucklehead!

Porter!

Porter!

Huh?

I'm Mrs. Parondi, open up!

I'm coming! Hold on!

- What's the big rush?! - Is this the place?

- There. - I'm Rosaria Parondi.

Yes, Parondi, it's over there.

Downstairs, lower level.

Get a load of them.

Good morning, Signora Maria.

Did you see those dreadful people? Zulus!

- Where are they from? - Lucania.

Lucania? Odd name! Where's that? Never heard of it.

Down South.

Ahh! The land of do-nothings!