CONDUCTOR
Maurizio!
Maurizio?
I came along too. There's no way I was going to miss this.
Was I wrong to come?
You're not happy about it, huh?
What did I do? I even put on my best dress for you.
So you want to be like that, huh?
'Ngiulina.
Where are you?
Be careful, you'll break it.
Here you are.
I just made it for you. It's still warm and fresh.
Good.
What, aren't you going to drink that? Can't you remember how to do it?
You make a hole underneath, one on top, and you drink it.
Be careful, or you'll end up baked with potatoes.
Yes, right, baked with potatoes. Look, your mother's on her way.
She brought a basket of eggs. Do you know why?
She wants to throw them at you, one by one.
Maurizio!
Do you hear that? She's looking for you.
Maurizio!
- When she gets you, she'll kill you… - Maurizio!
When I get him, I'll kill him.
Maurizio!
When she gets you, she'll kill you…
Shut up! Stop it!
When she gets you, she'll kill you…
Maurizio!
My mother looked for me often.
Whoever I met in the street would say she was looking for me.
She was always so sweaty.
Her hands and feet were filthy, so her nails were black.
- Hello. - Hello, ma'am.
Have you seen a skinny kid who is about this tall?
- No, I saw no kids up there. - No? All right.
- Goodbye. - Thank you.
She never looked for me empty-handed.
There was no weapon, spoon, or rug-beater
that I didn't wrench from her hand to disarm her.
Go on, load it up!
What happened here?
- Mosè! - Maurizio!
- Damn. - Mosè!
Can't you see, Maurizio?
- I'm flying. I'm taking off. - Stop.
Take it easy.
I'm going to kill you. You're worthless! You're just added expense.
What the hell are you saying?
I still don't know what language you speak.
Why are you standing there?
How did your music lesson go? You can tell me all about it later!
I think I will have to work a lot today.
- He's unbalanced. - I see that.
- You should understand. - I should, but I have a thick skull.
Mosè was my donkey friend.
I told him all my secrets.
At first, he was the only one who knew I was having music lessons.
Whenever he escaped from Mimì and Cecè, he would go to the river.
You can find everything in the river.
Refrigerators, washing machines, television sets, and clothes.
But the thing that Mosè liked best were the books.
He read so much, he could have graduated.
We got two donkeys.
One and one make two.
- We have to buy an Ape! - Come on, Mosè!
Forget the Ape, just push!
I envied Mimì and Cecè.
I liked how they talked in Gypsese,
a very coarse and crude version of Calabrian.
When they talked, it sounded like they wanted to hit you.
- Who's getting the tank? - Mrs. Lina.
- Bring one to us too! - Okay.
They take whatever is old and rusty at Archi,
the river gypsies.
I liked sneaking in and poking around their pile of old stuff.
I would also borrow something every now and then without asking.
Hey, kid. Have you seen Orazio, by chance?
- Yes. - Where is he?
I got him. He was out, so I brought him in.
- Oh, you got him! - I fed him.
Next time, just leave him where he is. I'll feed him myself.
I'll go get him.
Little guy, bring me the bicycle too!
You think I don't know you have it?
I could return Orazio.
But since I already risked my life when I brought the bike to the garden,
I had no intention of seeing it go.
Mom!
My mother loved hens.
She would spend the whole day with them.
She was so protective of them. She didn't even want us to look at them.
- 'Ngiulina was her favorite. - Mom!
She trained her to spy, and she talked to her.
- I said no dogs. - And you tied him right up?
Where were you? I don't want you roaming around.
- Where the heck did you go? - To my music lesson!
What do you mean by music lesson?
- I go to CEP. - Why do you go to CEP?
That's where my music teacher is. I need 5,000 lire for my music book.
Get the hammer, put two nails here, and close this hole.
I didn't even tell my mother that I was attending music lessons.
Now you want 5,000 lire?
To her, everything I did was on a whim, so she never believed me.
Enough with these music lessons.
Were it up to her, I would have been a farmhand.
A dog's just what we need. Now we're set! I'm going to get rid of this dog.
- The dog is gone. Cecè took him. - Was it his dog?
Do you want me to get into a fight?
Eat this egg. It's freshly laid.
- Why did that? Look at this kid! - Give me 5,000 lire!
- You're nuts! - Give me 5,000 lire!
- There was no way I was getting the money. - Get out of here!
- Give me 5,000 lire. - Get out of here!
My mother would only spend money if it was for medications or against jinx.
Put your hat on. The sun is bad for you!
According to her, music was just a game and a whim.
Mom said to give me 5,000 lire.
- What do you want? - 5,000 lire.
5,000 lire?
Look.
This is all I have.
If you take my money, how will we get gas for our car?
What will we do?
See if your mom has money, and bring me some water.
Just look at this. No one is even helping me.
It's just water.
If I don't get things done, no one will.
There it was, my mother's wardrobe.
It's where she kept her most precious things.
And right in the middle…
was her bag.
Come on, let's go!
Yes!
Come on, it's late!
Come on, Maurizio. You've been terrible today.
You have to stop this!
Don't get burned.
Quiet, sweetheart.
We'll go eat now.
What's wrong with this boy?
- This car's breaking down. - Just go slow.
- I am. - Go slow!
The car is going fast on its own. It's not me.
See? It moves by itself.
With those 5,000 lire, I could finally buy my music book.
You don't start playing all of a sudden. You need to study first.
The music room looked like anything but a music room.
All the musicians built it together, brick by brick.
Don Lauro was always there to welcome us.
He was the founder of the Band of Archi.
It's you again!
You'll end up like that other one, baked with potatoes.
The band meant everything to him.
Whenever he could, he spent all day in the music room.
- Come on in. - Let's go in.
Be careful. Don't step on the shit.
You already stepped on it!
The hose is up there. Rinse your shoes.
He lost his voice, so he couldn't teach anymore.
That's why he's cranky.
Now his son, Angelo, is the band director.
That Friday, Angelo allowed us to attend the rehearsal.
For the first time, we could see all the band playing together.
I never imagined the band was like that.
I thought they would look serious and would be all dressed up in uniform.
On the contrary, they were dressed casually.
- They were always joking. - Good evening.
- Did you have white or red wine, Cosimo? - Just wet my whistle.
Sure.
- One liter or two? - Otherwise, I can't walk.
- How far can you go on one liter? - It takes one glass for me to get here.
You're too red for just one glass. It looks like you're sweating wine.
- The pot calling the kettle black! - Mr. Clean has spoken!
Rino, get to the drums.
Okay, but this has to stop.
If you play the drums, you've got to come to rehearsals.
You can't skip the rehearsals. Come on!
- Be quiet. - Pino, touch me there…
Look, if you make a mistake, I'll hit you right here.
Knock it off!
Okay, let's rehearse the march.
You were really looking forward to it, right?
- Yes. - Right.
What were you playing?
- Squinzano. - Squinzano.
Kids, you know where to stand, right?
You too.
Totò, take a drum sheet music and get to the other side!
If you don't have a score, stay near someone who has one.
Ready?
One, two…
For the first time, I could see the instrument Don Lauro assigned me.
It's a kind of trumpet called the alto horn.
I wondered, "There are seven notes."
"How can I play all of them with just three valves?"
I didn't understand a thing. How did it play?
I couldn't believe that I would one day be playing it too.
- Who's this nice, polite kid? - Give me the bread.
Are you Pasqualino?
Good.
- Bread… - What's this?
He always eats bread.
- He always eats. - He's like a cement mixer!
- How far along are you? - Like a cement mixer.
A cement mixer!
- Eat something. - I don't like it.
You don't like carrots, do you?
Carrots make you smart.
You might not believe it, but I read it in a book.
Because I'm a cultured donkey.
You were right to bring Pasqualino here.
Let him talk about music now that your dad is here.
- Maurizio, what are you doing? - I don't want that mule around anymore!
- Your dad will help you. - The mule!
- The salad's for us. - Tomo's here!
- Tomo! - Sit down and eat!
Did you get paid?
- Not yet. - What?
- Not yet. - When will you get paid?
- Who knows? - Never? Why are you working then?
Nice…
- Really? - Girl.
Everybody, quiet a minute!
Pasqualino, tell them what we're doing. They won't listen to me.
We signed up for a music class.
Music class?
What music class?
He doesn't understand such things. Why is he going there?
- Let them talk, I want to hear more. - No, it's too hard for him.
Do you have to pay to be able to participate?
No, ma'am. They pay us.
They pay them!
- They pay you? Come on! - They even get paid!
Make sure it's not a scam.
Go slow.
- Go slow! - I know. I am going slow.
Be careful with the keys.
Is it straight? You always have to check that.
What were you supposed to do?
This.
You're still on this?
We must move on to harder exercises!
Why didn't you get a mouthpiece?
If you already have one, you could at least start practicing.
Here, you'll feel them on your fingertips if they're perfectly closed.
Try again.
Keep trying.
Angelo, our music teacher, said
you have to buy me the instrument or we can't move on to harder exercises.
What do they want?
Why can't they do it without you?
Who are you, the captain?
Blow the candle out, snuggle down, and have a good night's sleep.
They're waiting for you.
Stop this right now.
I have to work tomorrow, okay?
- Go to sleep! - You woke your Dad up.
Go to sleep or he'll beat you.
- Blow the candle out. - No. If we can go tomorrow, I'll do it.
- Good night. - Good night.
Everybody bought their instruments one after the other.
Everybody but me.
How was I going to learn like this?
And there I was,
dreaming of playing with them at the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary.
What instrument was I going to play? Air?
- What are you doing here? - I was just walking around.
Do you want to try?
Wet your lips like this.
Don't inflate your cheeks.
Use your diaphragm. You pushed the air out with your chest.
Like this.
Here, fill your belly with air.
- Like this? - Chest in and belly out.
Good!
- Do you know how to play C? - No.
You play C with no valves.
Play C four times.
Play a long C.
No.
- Here, I won't go to the class anymore. - Why not?
- I'm just not going to. - Why not?
I'm just not going anymore, that's all.
I can't.
You can't what?
I can't come here.
- You can't or you don't want to? - I can't.
- Why can't you? What's the problem? - My mother…
My mother doesn't have money. She won't buy me an instrument.
Do you want to play or not?
Yes, I want to.
- That way. - Here?
- Hello. - Hello.
You have a very nice car.
- Are you selling it? - No, I'm not.
- Are you sure? - I said I'm not selling it.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
You can leave it out here, that won't be a problem.
- Are you sure? - Don't worry, go on.
Goodbye.
- Hello. - Hello, ma'am.
Please come in.
- How are you doing? - How are things?
Fine, thank you.
Have a seat.
- What can I offer you? - Nothing, don't worry about me.
- What about coffee? - Sure.
- Thank you. - Just give me a minute.
It's eight past one, sweety.
- How long have you been living here? - Ages.
Pino.
The cup's dirty.
I washed it. It's not dirty.
The sugar is hard. Do you have another one?
- Sugar gets hard. Go back now. - Don't we have another one?
No. Be quiet and go in there with him!
He's my music teacher! Do you think they're all like you?
Maurizio!
See you tomorrow then.
- I'll be waiting for you. - Okay.
Here.
Take this. And this one, my husband made it.
- Thank you, ma'am. - No worries.
Maurizio, where are you going?
Leave the mule alone!
- Is he like this with you too? - He's only seven.
- What were you doing at seven? - I was picking olives.
- All right, ma'am. I've got to go. - Okay.
You can come over whenever you want, even just to eat.
Thank you, ma'am. I'll gladly come again.
Here we are.
I'll be happy if Maurizio can really play.
We'll see what can be done. Don't worry.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
I know what you're thinking.
You can't go back without an instrument.
I know, but you must go back. Your mom would be happy if you go back.
You know what, there's a Greek philosopher who said this.
I can't remember his name right now, but he always says,
"If you take your music with sentiment, you can even get your instrument."
Maurizio, come.
Come here!
Leave the mule alone.
Maurizio!
If I get you, I'll kill you! Just come here!
This is worse.
No, you can't handle this. It weighs more than you.
Yes, I can.
- What are you doing? - There's a bolt.
Let me see.
It looks like it's broken. Darn it.
Careful, or you'll break it even worse.
- Can't we put another screw in? - Another screw?
I don't know how.
Don't play that drum, Maurizio. It's cursed!
Don't play it.
Whoever plays it will become a dwarf.
- Shut up, stop talking! - What are you doing?
Leave me alone, you rude boy! Where are you going with that nail?
He fixed it.
Good Lord, how did you do that?
You're awesome! How come you're good at this?
Sit here.
Wait.
Here you go. Hold it like…
Not exactly like that.
Hold it in a way that's easy for you, then we'll see.
Follow this rhythm.
I was in such despair that I loved playing any instrument,
even this old drum.
It was an outdated drum made of wood and iron.
You'd say it weighed a ton just by looking at it.
It even sounded bad because it lost a screw.
But I still couldn't wait to take it home and start practicing.
I wanted to see my mother's face when I tell her that I fixed it on my own.
However, Angelo put it back into that old trunk.
I really wanted to fix that drum.
I knew where to get a new screw for it.
It seems to run okay.
So…
Mimì would never realize that one screw was missing.
Where is the shock absorber?
Where the heck is it?
There was a shock absorber.
Maybe it's in here. Let's see.
I got to put a handle on this door!
You can't open it without a handle…
There was just one last hurdle.
I needed to drop by Don Lauro's place, have him give me the key…
- Don Lauro? - And be first at the music room.
- Don Lauro? - Who is it?
Come in.
Well?
Are you going forward or backward?
- Forward. - Forward.
Good kids!
So what is Angelo teaching you?
March number nine, "The Rogue."
Do you know who wrote it?
My son, Peppe, wrote it.
He wrote marches.
He wrote March number eight too. Have you already studied it?
- Yes! - Number nine, "The Rogue."
"Spanish Dream" is nice too.
He was even writing another one.
Make sure you play number nine.
It's the band's signature song.
You must play it with heart.
Play it nicely, with rhythm, and in high spirits!
The cymbals are a fundamental instrument for that.
The clarinet plays a part too.
The same goes for the alto horn.
- No, I'm studying the drum. - What?
The drum.
Your coffee's ready.
What? Coffee?
I'm already highly strung!
- Calm down. - No, I won't!
They do all things without letting me know!
Remember, the longest one…
- Did you change the key? - Yes, the dead bolt broke.
It's the longest one. Don't lose it.
If you do, we'll have to get another dead bolt.
Come on, let's go. Be quiet for once.
Oh, to be young again.
Be careful along the road.
Linda, come here.
- Get my things ready. - Have you calmed down a little?
- Get my things ready. - Are you calm now?
I said get my things ready!
- Where are you going? - I know where!
I was already fond of that drum.
It was fond of me too.
It almost felt like the drum chose me.
I want to see what they're up to.
That hurts!
These medicines are making my feet swell!
- What's going on? - Relax, watch your blood pressure.
Yes, all right.
I just want to see what happens when I'm not there.
- Darn it. - Stop, I need to rest.
- How are the chicks? - All dead.
- They're all dead? It's better this way. - They're all dead.
It's better to have old hens.
Good.
When I'm not here, all your instruments can be distinctly heard.
You should put the same energy when you play with me.
What's that drum doing here?
Why is it out of the trunk?
- Who told you where the keys were? - I'll explain, just calm down.
- Let go of me! - Stop for a moment.
- Wait, I'll explain. - I said to let go of me!
Who put this screw here?
Who touched it?
- We fixed it. - What if I wanted it broken?
I haven't opened the trunk since then.
Everything in there must remain as they are until I die!
Come on, Dad, won't it be better if someone played them?
No, it's better if they're locked in the trunk.
Peppe would've wanted them to be played.
When Angelo came back empty-handed, I felt as though I was collapsing.
Don't worry.
- What? What about the drum? - I'll do something about it.
Angelo told me that it was a souvenir, and it couldn't be played.
Once again, I was the only one with no instrument.
Why should I attend class? To look like a deadbeat?
Maybe it would be better if I didn't go.
Why did I have to suffer for everything?
Bring me the clothespins.
- When do you need this instrument? - Right away.
Didn't you say you don't have to pay?
Like the English course, a signature cost me five million lire.
Good thing it stopped there, or I'd owe another 500,000.
- What do you want from me? - Just leave me in peace.
- Give me a clothespin. - No!
We'll do things when we can. But now, we're just getting by.
- What will we do? I already said yes. - What did you do?
I hope you didn't get me in another mess.
You pay for it. Don't get me involved.
- Just tell them you're not going anymore. - But I worked so hard!
- Do you see what you're like? - Quiet!
- Give it to me, or you'll see! - See what?
See what? Good grief, this kid…
What are you doing? Let go!
Give it to me, or I'll tear up everything!
Cut it out!
Maurizio, stop it! Give me a clothespin.
- No! - Give me a clothespin!
What are you doing? Good grief, this kid…
I can never do anything.
You only look for your mom when you need something.
- Stop attending your music lessons. - What do you want?
Playing music? He wants to play music.
Forget about it!
Shut up. Don't talk!
Stop attending your music lessons. Forget about it.
Stop talking! Be quiet!
What are you doing?
Oh, Lord, look!
Peppe!
Look at this one.
He's nuts!
My God! Look at this!
Good Lord!
Maurizio!
Where are you?
Maurizio!
Where are you?
Where are you? Come here!
Where are you?
Where are you? Come here!
Open this!
- No, you'll kill me. - To get me scolded,
'Ngiulina pretended to be dead.
You'll kill me!
- Open this, I won't kill you. - No!
I warn you!
Peppe, open this!
- Open this! - Open it!
Open it!
Now she'll kill you
Now she'll kill you…
- Come here! Where is he? - Maurizio!
- Maurizio!
Maurizio!
Go.
Maurizio.
What are you doing out here?
Isn't today Friday?
- Don't you have a music rehearsal? - No.
No? But that's what I remember.
I remember that you have a music rehearsal every Friday.
- Angelo said it's not my part. - Fine.
So will you visit me more often now like in the old times?
We'll all roam around. You, me, and the flies.
- You don't like music anyway, right? - No, I don't.
It's better to break bottles, eat expired candies,
hunt for treasure, and do what you want, right?
- Right. - I knew it.
- Maurizio. - What?
You shouldn't talk bull… You shouldn't lie to me, okay?
What's going on here?
Darn you!
Maurizio!
Darn you!
Where are you going?
- Didn't I tell you not to wander off? - Yes.
- What's this? - A suitcase.
What will you do with this trash?
We're taking trash home. We already got more than our fill.
Get in!
Hurry up. Your mom…
Her blood's boiling!
You betcha!
Cut it out.
I'll let this go just this once, but don't do this again, okay?
Thank you.
I stopped going to my music lessons.
Then one day,
Angelo came to get me from the garden.
He had a surprise for me.
May I come in?
Don Paolino.
He came in his Fiat 1500 R,
which he treated with love and passion as if it were a Ferrari!
Angelo told me about him.
He said he played the drum in the band, and maybe he could help me.
Don Paolino, are you back to normal? Is everything okay?
Angelo, yes. God saved me.
They removed and replaced 12 meters of intestine from my stomach
during the surgery.
Now I'm good as new.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Who are these kids? - Good morning.
- They're taking music lessons.
- Who is going to play the drum? - Who do you think?
No! Him? This pip-squeak?
Of all the instruments, you picked the drum?
Angelo secretly pulled out the old drum from the trunk for this.
I've never seen a drum played up close.
My ears grew bigger.
Its sound was totally different when he played it!
Play.
Play!
Are you embarrassed? Play!
Let him hear the downbeat.
Come on.
Two fingers here.
Don't hold it tight. The sticks have to be loose.
- Maybe they're too big for him. - You're right.
- Let's try these. - These here.
- You're still here playing? - You do this way.
It's late and you're here without a worry…
Rino, go away!
The instruments have to be loaded in the car,
and you are chatting.
- Go, we'll be right there. - All right, sure.
Do these exercises. Right, left, right, left, right, left.
Right, right, right, left, left, left.
Right, left, right, left, right, left. Then take a pillow.
Practice playing on a pillow. When you touch the drum, you'll fly.
- Come on, get in the car. - Bye.
Bye!
See you next time, okay? Remember to be on time.
- Don Paolino, let's go! - Yes, just a minute!
Wait. Kids!
Go.
Go!
Bye, be good!
The first shot's off?
It's a powerful car!
How fast does it go, 300 kph?
How fast is that?
You'll ruin my car, and you're giving me a headache.
Put those down!
You can take them later. Put them down now!
You're still at it?
Listen when I am talking to you! That's it.
Put them down there!
On the day of my first lesson, I couldn't keep my hands still.
- Take my hand. - However, my father was very nervous.
- Let's see where you're taking me. - My father was like this.
He appeared gloomy and nervous on the outside.
But on the inside, he was a marshmallow.
He's also the only one who always believed in me.
That's why as an adult, I grew a mustache…
- Here! - Because I wanted to look like him.
- How do you know? - That's Don Paolino's car.
So he lives here.
Let's see.
Listen to that, it's great!
This is "Ernani," the march par excellence for drums.
Giuseppe Verdi wrote it.
When you learn this, it means you can play the drums.
Listen, it's fantastic!
Listen.
You should let him learn how to play an instrument.
Music is wonderful.
He has a bent for it. If he didn't…
I'm happy that he can learn how to play.
As for me, I'll just stick with hoeing.
- Do you hoe? Really? - Well, I'm pretty good at it.
I have a garden, but it's full of weeds now.
I wanted to plant tomatoes.
You're still in time. It's the season for it.
- Don't you see what a mess it is? - Well, I do, actually.
Get down from there!
- Do you have a hoe? - It's right there.
This one?
It's rusty.
- Shouldn't you start there? - Don't worry, I got this.
Then how can you make the furrows?
You do your work. Leave this to me.
Go with the maestro. Come on.
- So I can go? - Go on, don't worry.
I think it's best to start there.
Go on. Don't worry, have your lesson.
- You do your work, I'll do mine. - I shouldn't worry, right?
Darn it!
I'm wearing a new pair of pants.
Once more, come on.
Give me a nice roll!
You don't just do a roll as it comes. There's a technique to it.
You must go…
You have to listen, or you'll never go anywhere!
You're giving me…
Anyway, this is a new march.
It's "The Rogue" number nine. Listen to how it goes.
Many people think that the drum is the easiest instrument to play
because you just need to hit the top of it.
But you don't fool around with the drum.
If the drummer makes a mistake, it can throw the whole band off.
Good.
Just listen to it, and that's it. Can you carry the drum?
I don't know.
Good grief.
Oh, Lord.
What's your weight? Do you weigh at least 15 kilos?
Left leg.
One, two, three.
Turn! One, two…
Left leg.
Good, now turn. Come this way.
Go.
Go! Once more.
- It's heavy, isn't it? - Yes.
Let's see how long you can hold it out.
We can stay like this all day.
What did you do? How did you do it?
Like I always do.
- I did it with my hands. - What are you, a machine?
I've never seen the garden like this, never.
This is my job. I'm pretty good at it.
You sure are!
Even the poles! How can I repay you?
This work is worth more than a music lesson.
- I have to give you something. - Don't worry.
Is Maurizio learning?
That's what's important.
Do you see this?
It needs new skin. It's broken.
See what happens when your sticks are no good?
If you break the drum's skin, it will cost you 10,000 lire.
It also needs to be adjusted here.
Do you see this dent?
Don't do it yourself.
Take the drum to an auto body shop and get it fixed.
Have the rust removed while you're there.
You should change the skin too since this one has holes.
There's a little hole here. This will break right through.
Well, it's worth getting a new drum.
I started with this. It was my first drum.
I'll be happy to give it to you, but you have to make a promise.
Don't listen to anyone.
Do you understand? Just think about what you want to do.
Nothing.
I thought it would be a good idea to take the drum apart.
In my imagination, I was making it look brand-new.
Just toss it. Can't you see that it's all broken?
I went into my workspace.
I disassembled and reassembled it for two days,
but there was no hope.
The screws were stripped, and the skin didn't stretch well.
You're stubborn!
You're worse than a mule.
You should learn to ask for help. You can't do everything by yourself.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Hey, who said you could come in? What do you want?
What's this? Show me.
- It's the drum I use for my music lesson. - Oh, a drum for your music lesson.
- Can you fix it? - Sure, if you have money.
If you want me to saw a bus, I'll split it, understand?
- You can do everything with money. - I don't have money.
I don't want money from you!
But you didn't bring me any copper, did you?
See?
- See? - Yes.
If you don't know how to do it, you'll burn it.
It can't be too hot, or you'll melt it.
- I'll melt it, yes. - You'll melt it.
We have to make it…
- What are you doing? - A semi-truck ran over it.
That won't work, you'll burn it.
Burn it? How else can I get the dent out?
- Not like that. You'll burn it. - Then how? Should I hammer it?
You have to straighten it out.
Good grief. It's worse than before.
Turn it.
- I knew it. - Take this.
Take it.
Damn it!
A little more here.
"THE LOVER DIVERTISSEMENT FOR BARITONE HORN"
What's that? Show me.
Did you buy it?
Don Paolino gave it to me.
What is this thing?
- Does it play? - Sure, of course!
Let me hear it.
A roll too, good!
This one is heavy. Will you manage?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Look at this.
- Did you make this? - Yes.
- You're a scientist, not a musician! - What's that?
Put it back in the bag!
Don't take it out again.
After putting it in the bag, throw it in the trash.
- But it works. - Have you gone crazy too?
People are used to watching.
They have eyes and ears, believe me.
- What drum should he play then? - Not that one for sure.
Then I won't come anymore.
Good call.
That's a good call.
But don't get all tired out.
Keep playing from start to finish.
Or else…
I never knew what made Don Lauro change his mind.
Look, here!
What a beautiful strap!
Come here. What a great hook.
You could even tow a car with this. Go and play, let's hear it.
The fact remains, suddenly I could play that drum he was so protective of.
- Can you do it? - Yes.
Are you sure? Are you happy or not?
Then play. Let me hear it.
Good, like that!
Keep playing.
Careful!
Good.
I loved that drum so much that I never let it go.
- Can you do it? - Yes, I can.
- Good! - It's still with me today.
It reminds me of the year that my life changed forever.
Maurizio, wait a second.
Do you know what the problem is? It's not the drum being too heavy.
It's you being too light.
You need to eat more. Do you hear me?
Good kid.
Move. Come on, play!
Just like that. It's me who can't do it, not you.
Maestro!
- Maestro! - Yes?
The first violin's here.
Like this. I'll show you just once.
Watch carefully.
One, two…
Up you go.
And three. Do it like this.
Put it here and pull.
That's it.
Lift your collar…
Your undershirt's inside, good.
Go like this.
What do you say?
You look like a cop.
I can never remember how to do it.
There's a trick, isn't there?
With this, you can buy anything you like. You can even buy candies.
Go!
So Maurizio.
- You went to Calanna, right? - Yes.
- You were there the entire day, right? - Yes.
At Bagaladi, just the morning?
No, I was there in the afternoon too.
You were there in the afternoon too, okay.
Then there was Fiumara all day long.
Croce Valanidi, a funeral, half a day.
Look at what they gave me for playing the drums.
You keep it.
It's secure with me. You're like putting it in a safe.