:19:15
Riccardo, as usual,
stares at his growing gut.
:19:26
Helluva time to walk in,
you little punk!
:19:29
'Night, Papa. 'Night, Mama.
:19:32
After eating the meal
his aunts have left for him,
:19:36
Leopoldo prepares to work
on his new play.
:19:39
He puts on his favorite
record, Fly the Night
:19:42
and sits at his table.
:19:47
Removing the cap of his pen,
he draws a triangle
:19:52
and watches his characters
parade across the ceiling.
:20:16
Caterina.
:20:17
She's the neighbors'maid.
:20:19
Hi, Caterina. How's it going?
:20:22
Not so good.
It's too cold out.
:20:24
How are you doing?
- Okay. I'm working.
:20:27
Really?
:20:31
What a lovely moon!
:20:34
- As lovely as you.
- Liar!
:20:36
Why do you always play that song?
:20:39
It inspires me.
:20:44
Just like every other night,
only Moraldo walks the empty streets.