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"Your eyes are dull," the actress
told me.

But the passion for freedom had
remained alive,

because life is enormous and lost
everywhere.

Straight from Versailles!

But isn't it a nice gift?

So, when he sleeps, he can travel, go.

- It's too much, Commander.
- But when ever!

Am I or am I not the godfather of
Raimondo and this little girl on the
way?

- We don't even know if it's female.
- It's female, I'll tell you.

I know these things here.

Look how beautiful she is.

- Mmh.
- Beautiful.

Cry! Cry and push!

- Ah!
- Go, push!

Push!

Push!

- Ah!
- You did it!

It's a girl!

I told you so! I know these things!

Tomorrow big party at my house.

What do we call it?

What do we call it?

Parthenope!

Let's call it Parthenope!

Do you agree?

You're a diva.

- You didn't answer me. Do you agree?
- Of course I agree.

The cigarette after swimming in the
sea is better than after swimming in
the pool.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No, you?

No.

I'm still too young to grasp all the
nuances.

And Raimondo?

Spring has begun.

Therefore?

They went to see Naples undressing.

Let's go?

Can I enter?

No.

But you can go around the carriage.

Will you get engaged to me?

Do you see the future over there,
Sandri'?

He's bigger than you and me.

When do you invent these things?

On the road,

in my carriage.

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Ascione Franco.

Professor, can I go to the bathroom
for a moment?

At university you are already pissing
and shit, sit down.

They say he's so bad because he has a
very sick son.

What do you know that I don't know?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Di Sangro Parthenope.

Look at this how "good" it is.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

The three data for Gouliane.

One, the individual. Two, the
situation in which he finds himself.

Three, his way of dealing with the
given situation.

- But Althusser?
- Althusser is the other soul.

In harmony with determinists,
structuralists and culturologists,

He considers the anthropological
moment as ideological, but I am not
interested.

- What interests you?
- Always Gouliane.

A culture is a set of spiritual and
material values,

that respond to the sum of
existential problems,

which, starting from the acquisition
of food, reach the creations of art.

On this I not only agree, but moved.

Is my comment so irrelevant that it
makes you laugh?

Ok, ok, she knows everything.

- Thirty.
- I don't know anything, but I like
everything.

[Marotta] What does he not know?

I didn't understand what anthropology
is.

So, thirty laude.

Professor Marotta, what is
anthropology?

You young people want the answers,
but you don't know how to ask the
questions.

- Not satisfied?
- No.

His is only an impressive answer.

Anthropology is the science that
studies human types and aspects

from a morphological and
psychological point of view.

Is this the right answer?

No, that's just the answer you can
afford.

Lévi-Strauss, first phase.

- Thank you.
- Good bye.

Oh! The commander always wins!

Then? Have you decided?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Come and work in your office and
learn my father's work,

I don't think it's for me.

Tomorrow, when your father retires,

you could run my shipping company.

- I'm not like my father.
- You have to find a job.

Raimondo, you are now grown up.

Let me embark on one of your ships,

the one that goes to the North, to
the Baltic, as a deckhand.

You are in the most beautiful place
in the world. Why do you want to go
cold?

It is impossible to be happy in the
most beautiful place in the world.

- For the commander without salt.
- Porridge! Hip, hip, hooray!

But I say, a ragù, right?

- It's tradition, my mother was
English.
- You are from Milan,

a cutlet, a risotto with ossobuco...

- Parthe', what do you read?
- John Cheever.

Alcoholic, depressed, wonderful.

Parthe', you are young.

Who makes you keep up with the
problems of the Americans?

The university? Have you started?

Anthropology, thirty laude with
Professor Marotta.

- A wonderful man.
- When you're young, everything is
wonderful.

- When you grow up, everything fades.
- Gusts of optimism.

The certainty of reality makes us
fade, Tonino. Did you understand?

Sasà is sensitive.

He had the idea of giving a shoe
before the vote and one after.

Great sensitivity even in that
circumstance.

So many speeches he wrote to me,

He is a genius of rhetoric and
accounts.

I have always covered it with money.

If I was mayor in Naples it is thanks
to him.

- Ah!
- Where did you get sunburned?

- Here.
- We challenge the porridge.

Challenge is the right word, porridge
is a battle.

What is it like?

It tastes mahogany.

Parthe',

but if I were forty years younger,
would you marry me?

- The right question is another.
- Which one?

If I were forty years older, would
she marry me?

You're really a cunning girl.

Your brother Raimondo is fragile.

Like me.

Raimondo sees everything.

Raimondo knows everything.

Here you are.

- Response?
- Plus one billion three hundred
million.

Sasà, come here, come. Come.

On Saturday there was a big party at
my house.

- Sasà, who the fuck is that?
- Arturo.

No, his name is Gianni, he is a
boyfriend of Parthenope.

- Guys, what are you doing this
summer?
- Capri.

- Capri.
- A true Neapolitan does not go to
Capri.

Either he is too poor or too lazy.

- Until you work, I won't give you a
penny.
- Somehow I do.

I want to get engaged to Alba
Nardella, she is going to Capri.

- Who is it?
- Like "who is he"?

She is the scosciata of Portofino, a
divinity.

- Shall we go to the beach?
- I have to finish practicing.

Let's go to Capri.

Me, you and Sandrino. Let's go to
Capri.

We say it every summer and we never
do it.

- With what money?
- The ones we don't have.

- Where do we sleep?
- Where it happens.

What a foolish idea.

Parthe', let yourself go.

The bar is always open, we are young,
let yourself go, eh?

Let yourself go.

Miss, since you are not our guests,

The time has come for her and her
brother to leave the hotel.

If she leaves, we all leave.

I was joking.

What's the matter, Sandri'?

- Where are we going to sleep tonight?
- Who knows?

Meanwhile, there is a party at
Silvana Piscitelli's.

He noticed that young people

Do they always aim, shamelessly, at
desperation?

Miss, excuse me.

He...

He would offer her a picnic.

What a foolish idea.

He doesn't know that they invented
restaurants?

What do I answer?

That I go to the restaurant with an
American friend of mine.

- Will you invite me to lunch?
- With great pleasure.

Silence.

It is a mystery in the beautiful.

It is a failure in the ugly.

I've always been ugly, but she...

She is aware

of the disruptive arrival of her
beauty?

I begin to suspect it.

If she wants to be sure, she should
be an actress.

I study Anthropology.

She would be perfect to become a diva.

I am Lidia Rocca, film agent.

I represent only those who have made
it.

But he should study.

Here, here is my number.

There is the number of the best
acting teacher in Naples, Flora Malva.

Call her, please.

Thank you, I'll think about it.

He...

… He would like to know when you
can see each other.

He would love to take her on a
helicopter ride.

He will have to wait.

How much?

This is the game, we don't know.

What are you thinking about?

What happened to all the good night
resolutions

that we composed drunks?

All the promises of friendship,

All the Oaths of Eternal Love

Vanish

with sleep.

They reappear the next day.

Blurred.

Away.

Impossible.

In uncertain lucidity

of morning headaches,

Life is...

just unbearable.

Can I take a shower at her place?

Huh? Swim!

"How many have slept here?

What did the lovers say to each other
in this bed?

The same things are always said.

Fortunately

There are writers

to vary the monotony of their words.

I can smell it

of all those who have slept here.

And you?"

What about you?

Do you smell it?

- What does it smell like?
- The smell of dead loves.

Can I fall in love with her?

I could love her too, you know?

If only I could prove to myself that
I don't like men.

She can take it all,

without even asking.

Everyone will be happy for her.

Don't believe it?

You try.

Beauty is like war.

Open the doors wide.

Yesterday in Piazzetta Alba Nardella
smiled at me.

And so, the great man got off his
helicopter.

Since she didn't get on it...

In your opinion, will I have to wait
much longer?

I finish dancing to this song and we
leave.

- Alba Nardella?
- It's me.

- I was looking for you.
- Did you find me?

That's what I hope.

That is my home.

Mmh.

A seafood?

Better not.

It seems that cholera is circulating
in Naples because of mussels.

- These come from Normandy.
- Ah.

It's just what they told her, that's
how you do it with the rich.

- Do you always have the answer so
ready?
- I'll try.

I read and study a lot.

How good!

No.

First let's look at the summer.

What are you thinking about?

I can't sleep with her just out of
good manners.

Is that the only reason she would
sleep with me?

Good manners.

Don't you find that desire is a
mystery and sex your funeral?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Anyway, look, I understand, no
problem.

- I disappointed her.
- I repeat, there is no problem.

After all, you're not that great.

First, at the picnic,

She wasn't thinking about anything,

Because she is not intelligent.

Parthe', you're a diva.

Good evening.

Excuse me for this morning.

I was so sad that I didn't show up.

True. My name is Parthenope.

John Cheever.

I read all his stories.

Well, life is full of misfortunes.

- What does it do?
- The usual.

I take long and sad walks.

Can I accompany her?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I don't want to steal even a
moment of her youth.

No, no.

Have I done something wrong?

Let's talk a little.

She is not in love with you.

I have, however, all my life.

But why?

Because she always runs away.

What is he thinking?

To always find the right answer.

- Fancy dancing?
- Yes.

Sorry.

Let's go.

What is it?

It is cholera.

Cholera has arrived.

What does he want?

- I would like to ask for the thesis
with her.
- Do you already have a topic in mind?

Yes.

I would like...

Would you like it?

The anthropological reasons for
suicide.

Because?

Because...

Because my brother...

Look at me.

I will never judge her.

She will never judge me.

Do you like this pact?

- I am not convinced by the thesis on
suicide.
- Because?

It does not help us.

I suggest another topic.

The cultural frontiers of the miracle.

You try not to write a thesis that
then ends up like this.

Your father and I got married here.

On our wedding night we conceived
Raimondo.

It's your fault.

I know.

It's your fault.

I'm Parthenope, I have an appointment
with Flora Malva.

Wait here, sooner or later it will
appear.

- Ernesto!
- Arrival.

I love Naples.

- Me too.
- Wake up, little one.

Imitate me and repeat: "I love
Naples".

I love Naples.

You have neither diction nor
intensity. Accommodated.

Lidia was telling the truth, you are
disturbing, you remember me.

I can teach you everything,

except for the one thing we won't
forget.

The sighs of love.

- Do you understand me when I express
myself?
- Yes, yes.

- It is a concept within my reach.
- Good, you're insolent.

An actress has to be insolent.

I'm going to introduce you to my
friend Greta Cool, do you know her?

Of course famous, who doesn't know it?

Do you know that Greta Cool is an
anal sex sympathizer?

But there is nothing wrong with that.

Greta Cool is the smartest of all of
us, she is so smart that she has
become good.

My husband, Arturo Giani, the
greatest playwright of the 20th
century,

he worshipped her.

My husband was in theater.

Greta Cool didn't know how to do
theater, it was too difficult for her.

So, I, Flora Malva, entered the scene.

- Why do you want to be an actress?
- Um...

In old films, actors always have the
answer ready.

It's true.

Life should be like this.

Instead, we don't fall asleep at
night.

We mull over the right answer to give
to the men who have offended us.

Beautiful women are offended all the
time.

Staying for dinner? My poor husband's
friends are coming.

All right.

- He will not find anyone.
- Because?

Because his is an agenda of the dead.

Why does he have his face covered?

A damn Brazilian surgeon massacred
her.

- Are you inert?
- I really hope not.

Then, never expose your photos. Even
beauty, don't count on it.

It captivates the first ten minutes
and irritates for the next ten years.

I'm not hungry anymore, we deserve a
cognac.

Wait for me in the living room, I'm
going to make myself comfortable.

Christ!

Come in, little one.

Only steam gives relief to my gloomy
skin.

I knew you wouldn't resist and that
you would come looking for me.

- I was worried.
- No, you were curious.

An actress has a moral duty to be
curious,

even a woman, otherwise, succumbs.

- Would you give me a kiss now?
- What?

You got it right.

I haven't kissed anyone for twenty
years, since I became a widow.

Ernesto has huge teeth, I tried, I
can't.

It's like kissing a boundary wall.

- Then?
- First I would like to see his face.

You wouldn't kiss me anymore.

You can see my mouth. Isn't that
enough?

Not...

I don't know.

We can't go back, little one.

Sooner or later, we are condemned to
let go.

I've always had a beautiful mouth.

Huh...

How many dolls!

Motherhood chased me... everywhere.

Why don't you resume work with the
commander?

I am wealthy enough to afford not to
work anymore.

- You have gone crazy.
- Yes, we have gone crazy.

What do you need to do to make you
come to your senses?

A nephew.

A grandchild would help us.

What a foolish idea.

Welcome back to beautiful Naples.

Beautiful once.

Mrs. Cool, I am Alcide Riposato, the
owner's son.

- Why didn't your father come?
- Because he died six years ago.

It could have come anyway, we are
talking about me.

There is a wonderful surprise for her.

To surprise me you need the atomic
bomb.

Now here we are, the greatest of all,
the diva of divas.

Just for you...

Greta Cool!

Now the surprise we promised her.

The sculptor Drago Azzurro wanted to
portray it like this. You're welcome,
girls.

See

The problem is not that this statue
is ugly.

The problem is you Neapolitans.

You are depressed and you don't know
it.

You walk arm in arm with horror and
you don't know it.

You are just scruffy and folkloristic.

Everyone laughs at you and you don't
notice it.

You boast that you are clever.

But what did you get out of all this
cunning?

You are poor, cowardly, whiny,
backward.

Stealed and badly acted.

You are always ready to throw the
cross on someone else.

The invader of the moment, the
corrupt politician, the unscrupulous
building owner.

But the misfortune is you.

You are a people of wretches and you
boast of being one.

You will never make it.

Dear horrendous Neapolitans, I'm
going back to the North,

where beautiful silence reigns,

since I have not been Neapolitan for
many years.

I was saved, but you didn't.

You are dead.

A million?

We had agreed on thirty, little
lunatic.

If you did what you had to do.

You have only spat us out and
humiliated us, because you are
ungrateful.

If it wasn't for Naples, now you were
doing the marchettes at the Red
Bridges.

Your mother used to make the jokes.
Who authorized you to switch to you?

Give me my thirty million, fucking
face.

Greta Cool, but go blowjob.

Leaves! Leaves!

But what...

Fuck off!

- Who the fuck is he?
- I'm Parthenope.

- Flora Malva sends me.
- What do you want?

I brought her hair back.

Enter.

Take off your fur.

Sit down.

Do you know that Flora Malva is an
anal sex sympathizer?

But there is nothing wrong with that.

What a crap evening!

Vulgar men and coarse women who think
they are elegant.

This city will never be elegant.

Did I exaggerate with my speech?

What can I do about it? I don't like
to go back to this shit pit.

I only remember when I had patches on
my ass.

Kissing a beautiful mouth and
discovering with your tongue that
there are no teeth.

Poor loves.

Only this has remained with me as a
memory of this city

and my mother ready to feed me to
anyone, but let's forget it.

But we didn't need anything.

Not even teeth.

Poor loves.

Who knows, maybe it was better this
way.

Flora Malva told me that you want to
be an actress.

You are beautiful and unforgettable,
but your eyes are dull.

You are joyless, dear.

The camera does not accept this.

Leave the actress's bullshit alone,
it's not for you.

Then you see me?

Do I seem happy to you?

Yet, I am the most important of all.

Fuck off.

Roberto Criscuolo.

Did you like Greta Cool's speech?

I found it...

original.

It's all true what he said about this
city.

"Guess who I am".

"I'm waiting for you, Robe'".

Roberto.

- Robertino.
- "You are the king of Naples".

Beautiful.

Come here, come here.

Good evening everyone. Come here,
come.

Come here. How many are you?

- For you.
- Thank you.

- For you.
- Thank you.

Look at that how beautiful it is. Hi
baby.

- How beautiful it is!
- It looks like the Madonna.

- She looks like Sophia Loren.
- Oh my, really.

Thank you.

Pum, pum, pum!

Good evening.

Gentlemen, kindly, a little space.
Thank you.

How are you?

How are you?

Roberto. You're back? How beautiful
you are!

That slut of your mother, Gigione!

Ciro Criscuolo and Vittoria da
Casamicciola are the future,

hope.

The heir they will give us will be
the symbol of our peace.

From two great families, the
Criscuolo and the Casamicciola,

today the most powerful family in the
South is born.

The great merger.

Now you can take a seat.

- Let's take a seat, come.
- What's going on?

- The great merger.
- What is it?

Father, let's begin.

In the name of the Father, of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit.

May God bless you. I recommend.

What the fuck are you looking at me
doing? Look at her, kiss.

Start touching each other.

So I can't.

- Why don't you leave?
- This time we have to check.

Vittoria, as I showed you the other
night.

Huh?

Come on.

- Five.
- Four.

Three, two, one.

You're shaking.

Are you cold?

No.

I'm excited.

I was born here.

In the water.

What are you thinking about?

I show up.

"Taking into account the exams taken

and evaluated the final paper with
the related discussion,

The commission approved your degree
exam with this vote.

Giuseppe Arco, 96 out of 110. Elisa
Marti, 98 out of 110.

Arturo Bracco, 86 out of 110. Maria
Buono, 90 out of 110.

Parthenope Di Sangro, 110 laude out
of 110,

With the applause of the commission,
dignity of the press and academic
kiss.

- Great.
- Thank you.

- Will you give me the academic kiss?
- She graduated late.

They made me believe that I could
become an actress.

With the highest grade, however, I
graduated.

- Will he tear up my thesis too?
- No.

- Is this good news?
- Yes.

With a serious in-depth analysis,

His thesis could be worthy of
publication.

Thing?

The general part on the cultural
impact of the miracle in advanced
societies

it's great.

I'm happy with what he tells me,
because I understand something.

We have all understood at least one
thing.

I would like to try a university
career.

- I feel that it is my path.
- Is it safe?

Look, you become like me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

No.

Professor, you have not yet told me
what anthropology really is.

Come and visit me in May.

Professor.

Thank you.

It is a problem that everyone has
to solve for themselves.

Those who are in love realize it
sooner or later.

What?

When you kiss, you kiss.

With Alfredo I never noticed
anything.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

However, it is also...

[nurse] Come, dear.

Rest assured, it won't be a long
thing.

Undress.

- Why are you moving?
- Salary increase.

After all, I'm still the son of a
waitress.

No, that's not the reason.

Parthe',

In this city I was left with only
feelings of guilt.

It is not our fault that Raimondo is
dead.

- Yes, on the contrary.
- No.

It's your fault.

That night, in Capri,

If you hadn't distracted me with your
kisses and caresses,

Raimondo would still be alive.

You should be ashamed of what you
just said.

My name is Parthenope, I'm never
ashamed.

Always catchphrases, eh?

Do you prefer obvious phrases?

No, true.

The truth is unspeakable.

Raimondo was fragile.

Raymond confused the irrelevant with
the decisive,

like everyone in this city.

Except me.

In this city where people live and
die for futile reasons.

I hate this city.

You have become ruthless, conceited
and cold.

I became an adult.

Perhaps, after all, you have never
known how to love anyone.

You.

You were my first love.

Maybe one day I'll come back to be
the last.

No, it won't be like that.

Do you know how it will go?

- No.
- In Milan you will get married.

You will have one or two children.

After a few years, you will have a
crisis with your wife.

Then, you will call me back.

You'll find out right after hearing
my voice after a long time

that I am not the reason.

The crisis with your wife will return
and everything will return to
serenity.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No.

Because I was only a young love.

Young loves have been of no use.

They have served to give us the
illusion of lightheartedness.

What did I say?

They were of no use.

Now I must go, Parthe.'

What's the matter, Sandri'?

Don't like me anymore?

I had an illegal abortion, that's why
I came late.

I killed the principal, that's why I
came early.

We both have no alibi.

I will never judge her and she will
never judge me.

Let's go?

- Where?
- He has to help me do the tests.

- My assistants are at a conference.
- I don't know if I'm capable.

An expert on the subject, for the law
she can, then it takes nothing to
teach.

"It is enough for a professor to be
one lesson ahead of the students."

- Do you know who said that?
- No.

Billy Wilder, an anthropologist.

I don't remember much, I took the
exam many years ago.

She has the book, they don't.

Scroll through the index, choose
three questions and finally decide
the vote.

She will love it.

Come on, it's late.

Yes, relativism.

Relativism...

- Thank you, goodbye.
- Good bye.

Esposito Lucia.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

The concept of structure for
Lévi-Strauss.

Yes.

Uh...

It's best if I come back next session.

Give me the booklet.

- Thirty laude, it can go.
- Thank you.

Every time we go...

He intends to use this unique method
of assigning grades

Even when will she be a full
professor?

No.

Why did he promote that girl

instead of having it come back to the
next session?

At the next session he will find
himself with a small child.

She would never return.

I wouldn't have come back either, if
it hadn't been for her.

Let's hope I don't regret it.

Let me be one of your 150 assistants
and you won't regret it.

- Hello, Marotta.
- Hello, Sartre.

For me, intellectuals with black
turtlenecks should be shot.

We have to go easy on the judgments
cut with the hatchet,

because, sooner or later, someone
takes the hatchet and throws it at
our heads.

Okay, then let's just say that
Restelli is rhetorical and pompous.

Pompous, confident.

Just think that, when he divorced, he
told me that a schism had taken place.

And what about your wife, professor?
Nothing is known.

Some time ago he left me for a
cheerful notary.

Oxymoron. Obviously, she regretted it.

- Are you back together?
- No.

Then, in the meantime, I realized

that I liked to devote all my time to
my son.

- Your son, they told me that...
- How did your brother die?

- He let himself go.
- And you? Did she let herself go?

How long has it been since your
father hugged you?

I don't remember it anymore.

Since his brother died.

- Does he want to hug me?
- Yes.

Sorry.

- I have to talk to her.
- I too have to tell you something.

It's a confidential thing, I'd prefer
that we meet at my house.

- All right.
- I live with my son.

All right.

- Don't ask me anything.
- All right.

Tell me first what you wanted to tell
me.

The Journal of Anthropological Studies

he asked me for a publication on the
miracle of San Gennaro.

I said yes, it seems very interesting
to me.

- I asked for an appointment with
Tesorone.
- I know him well.

Be careful, he is a scoundrel.

- In what sense?
- In every sense.

What did you want to tell me?

I will be retiring soon.

- It's not good news for me.
- Yes, on the contrary.

Soon there will be a competition for
a chair in Trento.

I would like you to participate. You
can win.

He does a year or two there, then he
could return to Naples and take my
place.

What do you say?

I love Naples.

- Then his assistants?
- They will not become full
professors.

They will remain your assistants, if
you want them.

- I'm an assistant too.
- No, she is something else.

She looks like me.

Why does he do all this for me?

Because she can become an excellent
anthropologist,

even if he does not yet know what
anthropology is.

Hour

the real reason why I made her come.

I wanted to introduce them...

Be careful of Tesorone, that man is
the devil.

I break my dick to do the miracle.

Every year all this responsibility
falls on me alone.

Always the same story.

If the blood does not melt, whose
fault is it?

Obviously, yours truly.

- You don't imagine stress.
- No, I see it.

How do you combine stress with dyeing?

This is a hobby. Don't you have a
hobby?

No.

Not having a hobby is also a hobby.

Do you work with Marotta?

How is he?

Difficult to understand.

Marotta is less mysterious than he
wants us to believe.

She only has one problematic son.

- Um... You're more mysterious,
aren't you?
- Of course, what questions!

I am a priest.

I found you a nice panoramic spot for
the miracle,

So you won't miss anything about the
show.

What? Is he already leaving? Won't
you show me the treasure of San
Gennaro?

Now I don't have time, I have to go
and see the ampoule.

San Gennaro, pray for me. San
Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail, O Mary, full of grace, the Lord
is with you.

Blessed are you among women, blessed
is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us
sinners.

Lord, have mercy.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail, O Mary, full of grace, the Lord
is with you.

Blessed are you among women, blessed
is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

- What is it?
- It's blood.

- Don't push.
- Help her.

San Gennaro!

You have performed the miracle, San
Gennaro!

Thank you, my holy man, you chose me!

Take that coarse one out at once!

Road! Outside!

- Nice holy man!
- Road!

They invent everything.

Now even the fake menstrual cycle.

All to divert attention from me.

- From San Gennaro.
- No, from me.

I am exhausted, destroyed, very tired.

It seems that she had to do the
miracle.

- Who tells you that this is not the
case?
- Ah.

I'm sorry that the blood didn't melt.

Huh... It will disband next year.

Do you want to take a tour of the
cathedral?

Christ loves too much and is bent by
his own love.

Love is like that, it's not
manageable,

for this reason from Jesus to the
songwriters,

they all try to tell us how to get to
the bottom of it.

Do you love too much or too little?

This is all the difference.

They are all false doors.

I miss the air.

It is Catholicism.

- Freedom does not pass through doors.
- Um...

- Where does it pass?
- It does not pass.

Can you show me the treasure of San
Gennaro?

Now I don't have time.

I have to go to a party, do you want
to come with me?

All the times you wanted to cry and
you held back.

Here, only here in the church,

You have the freedom to let go.

Why should I cry?

Because motherhood has chased you
everywhere and you have escaped it.

- Do you like this house?
- I know this house well.

Your Eminence, I am so dismayed that
you cannot celebrate the miracle.

- What the fuck happened?
- Nothing, nothing important.

An exhibitionist, a coarse, started
to make the show.

San Gennaro got distracted and did
nothing.

This has happened.

If you have a way, bring me a nice
drink.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Years ago, it was a New Year's Eve.

I saw you.

You made love in the water.

- No, it wasn't me.
- Yes, it was you.

Parthenope.

- Your Eminence, what are you
thinking of?
- To my mother.

She knew everything.

When you know everything, you die
early and alone.

Get acquainted with the unspeakable.

It is a vertigo.

God is limited, he has not
entertained us children enough.

God only committed himself when he
invented happy childhood,

where everything was light purity.

Then he got distracted, he let
himself go,

so the world we knew as children,

suddenly and without warning,

he has exhausted himself.

The worlds...

Worlds get tired.

Now, girls, that's it.

I need a drink, I'm exhausted. Ah!

Parthenope!

Commander, you recognized me.

It was impossible to forget you.

- Do you remember that you wanted to
marry me?
- We are always on time, if you want.

Commander, you run too fast for my
taste.

First I would need a long courtship.

A long courtship, that fool of your
sister!

You are a cunning girl.

A cunning girl.

- You are a rare woman.
- Because?

Why not take advantage of your beauty.

- You are wrong, Commander.
- No, no.

How are your parents?

When your brother died, they died too.

And I got lost.

I said goodbye to everyone.

Now, whenever you want, I am ready to
show you the treasure of San Gennaro.

The treasure of San Gennaro.

At the end of life only irony will
remain.

What a foolish idea! I look like a
relic.

You look like a saint.

What do you like about a woman?

The back. The rest is pornography.

You should give yourself to me,
Parthenope.

Ah, really? Let's hear, why?

Because my body is made to be
rejected.

But refusing me would be obvious.

You, on the other hand, know how to
be an amazing woman.

I am an obvious woman.

You always have the answer ready.

Well

I will be content to remember you
like this and to dream of you.

If I had to give myself to you, it
wouldn't be to be surprising,

but because I like you.

What do you like about me?

The cheekiness.

I call it the art of seduction.

- Do you want to know what I'm
thinking about?
- No.

Because I already know.

And what am I thinking?

To everything else.

You are like the miracle of San
Gennaro.

A mystery.

Or a scam.

Now let's make love.

You don't have to be hasty.

We must slowly approach God.

Soon there will be the conclave.

I will be too close to God to
continue dating you.

What a pity!

On the other hand, what do you want
to do?

I made up my mind to become Pope.

What's everything else I was thinking?

Time passes next to pain.

Or maybe it is not so.

Or maybe it is not so.

How did it go with Tesorone?

He was right, that man is the devil.

He is just a seducer.

Anyway, I had her come to tell her
that the time has come.

I am retiring.

I'm sure the university will give her
a big party.

I have never loved parties.

Have you reflected on the idea of
Trento?

I can't become a professor of
anthropology,

if I don't know what exactly
anthropology is first.

Anthropology is seeing.

That's it?

Was it that simple?

Then I feel like I've been doing it
all my life.

It is very difficult to see,

Because it's the last thing you learn.

When do you learn to see?

When everything else begins to be
lacking.

What is everything else?

Love, youth,

desire, emotion, pleasure.

And the remote chance to laugh once
again

for a distinguished man who stumbles
and falls in a street in the center.

- Now come with me.
- Where?

To see.

We are under a sky and we can all
make mistakes.

So, two weeks ago,

if any of the experts in
sociology,

criminal anthropology, syndiology,
stronzology,

had moved...

Dad, he said "asshole".

Yes, Stefano, the gentleman said
"asshole".

… turn a blind eye to the former
prisoners who...

- Hello.
- Hello.

- It is made of water and salt.
- Like the sea.

- It's beautiful.
- Yes, it's beautiful.

Goodbye, Parthenope.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I will never forget the exam with her.

When I asked her if I could go to the
bathroom, she replied:

"At university you are already pissed
and shit".

Huh!

Was he a boyfriend?

How long is it?

In two days I'll get out of the
accounts.

What will it be called?

If it's female, I'd like to call it
by its name.

Parthenope.

No.

Nothing is known about your private
life, professor.

- There is not much to know.
- We want to know anyway.

Can we ask you some indiscreet
questions?

Yes of course.

He could have stayed in Trento for a
couple of years and then gone to
teach in Naples.

Instead, she stayed here forty years,
until retirement.

Because?

As you can see, I fell in love with
speck.

Why didn't she get married?

Because no one has ever seriously
asked me.

The children?

Excuse me.

I'm distracted.

Or maybe I didn't know how to ask
myself the right questions and...

And now what will he do?

And now... And now...

Good!

Parthe'!

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Surrender to the perfect
summer,

We were beautiful and unhappy.

Maybe it was wonderful to be a
boy.

It didn't last long.

I was sad and frivolous,
determined and listless,

like Naples,

where there is always room for
everything.

I was alive and alone.

What was I thinking?

The love to try to survive...

Love to try to survive

It was a failure.

Or maybe it is not so.

And anyway, God doesn't love the
sea.

Remember, God does not love the
sea.

Good bye.

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