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I went back to Via Petrarca determined
to break off all relations with Nino.

Life in that apartment was over.

Suddenly the reasons for my presence
in Naples felt as if they'd run out.

I waited with growing
anxiety to hear from him.

Hello?

It's me.

Antonio?

Yeah, I'm downstairs.

Will you come down?

Did Lila send you?

She's afraid you'll
do something stupid.

Take your jacket off.

Listen, Lenù...

I gotta talk to you.

I've got stuff to tell
you, I really have to.

But...

just know I'm not
happy about it.

Tell me.

Nino Sarratore...

has betrayed you over and over.

You can't imagine
how many times.

And all the women he's been
with were friends of his

and yours too.

He was seeing that student,

Mirella, who used to
babysit your girls.

Do you remember her?

Yes.

Then there was the doctor.

Who?

Who?

The gynecologist.

How many have there been?

A lot. A lot.

The teacher, the
lawyer, even a nurse.

I can list them all,

one by one, first and last name,

but if you want me
to stop, I will,

because that's not so important.

Now you know what
kind of man he is.

He can't live without women.

When did it happen?

How didn't I notice?

Nino's clever,

he sees them regularly for a while,
then he finds another one and switches,

but never breaks things
off with the previous one.

He never leaves anyone.

Let's say he's "faithful."

He goes from one to another.

Does Lila know?

Yeah.

Why didn't you
tell me right away?

I wanted to tell you but
Lila told me to wait.

And you obeyed her?

If I'm told to do
something, I do it.

Infidelity has to come
out at the right time.

Or it's pointless.

First it takes
falling out of love.

When you're in love
you forgive everything.

You become blind.

You also go blind if
you only obey orders.

That's not true.

Sometimes I obey money

and sometimes

I obey myself.

When, a few years ago, the Solaras
asked me to spy on Lila and Nino

and to hand Lila
over to Michele...

Well, I decided on my own.

I reached out to Enzo, he was the
only one who could truly help Lila.

And in any case I beat
the shit outta Nino.

But I did it because you
loved him and not me.

And I didn't want Nino
to go back to Lila.

I knew Lila would have
gotten back together with him

and he would've ruined
her life for good.

Lila would never
have listened to me,

because not only does love not have
eyes, it doesn't have ears either.

In all these years
you never told Lila

that Nino was going
back to her that night?

No.

You should have.

When my head says,
"It's best to do this,"

I do what my head says and
don't think about it anymore.

What are your orders now?

Before coming here,

Lila forbade me from
smashing that scumbag's face.

But just say the word and if you
want Nino to regret being born,

I'll make him regret it!

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh, I know I
don't express myself well.

I speak German
better than Italian.

I'm laughing at the situation.

I'm laughing at you, who've
wanted to kill Nino forever

and me who, if he showed up
right now, would say, "Kill him!"

I'm laughing...

I'm laughing out of despair!

I'm laughing because I'm so humiliated
you can't even begin to imagine.

I feel so sick, I
think I'm fainting.

What's wrong?

You don't feel well?

- I feel sick.
- Sit down.

Hold me, I need to warm up.

Hold me, Antonio.

No.

Why?

I'm not sure you want me.

I want you now.

Just this once.

It's something you
owe me and I owe you.

I don't owe you anything.

I love you

and you instead...

you've always only loved him.

But I've never desired anyone
like I desired you, not even him.

I remember the excitement,

the pit of my stomach
growing hot and melting.

A longing that tormented me.

Come on, don't be like this.

Why?

I remember you liked it.

I wanted you, remember?

I wanted you and you resisted.

Have you forgotten?

I haven't.

I've never forgotten our afternoons
at the ruins near the factory,

the taste of your mouth,

the scent of your desire,

your hands...

your big cock between my thighs.

What happened?

I don't know.

But I'm glad it happened.

You're like all the others.

- You betrayed your wife.
- No.

I didn't betray anyone.

My wife before now,

doesn't exist yet.

You're right,

we just lived out
a small fragment

of a day that belongs
to 20 years ago.

Thank you.

Yes?

Good, you're at home,
I'll be right over.

No.

I'm nearby.

I said no.

When, then?

Tomorrow.

No.

I need to explain to you now.

It's urgent. Please.

Nino,

I just screwed Antonio.

It wasn't like
with anyone before.

Nino didn't come the next day

and time passed without
any news of him.

The weight of life on my own

made the days filled with tasks of
motherhood an almost mindless flow.

Hello, sweetheart.

- Where are Elsa and Imma?
- In their room.

- Anna.
- Ma'am.

Will you put away the groceries?

If you'd called me I
would have come to help.

A man with a Milanese
accent called: Enrico.

- When?
- Not long ago.

He said he'd call back.

- Hello?
- Lenù, it's me.

- Lila, how are you?
- Elsa, my compass!

Fine and you?

I haven't heard
from you in ages.

Can't you see I'm on the
phone? It's Aunt Lila.

Hold on a sec.

- Why do you always blame me?
- My homework is important!

And you?

- You're a bitch!
- No, you are!

Stop it!

Stop it!

I said stop it!

This is no good!

To your room!

Lila, are you there?

Now do you get why I never call?

Listen.

There's an apartment
freeing up right under mine.

Two rooms and a kitchen.

It doesn't cost much.

So you can save a bit.

You can see the stradone
from the window.

We could help each
other with the kids.

Thank you, but I don't know...

At least you know about it.

Do as you like.

- Yes.
- Think about it. I gotta go now.

Bye.

Lila, what is it?

- Who's Lila?
- Enrico, hi.

I was about to call you.

Where are you with the book?

You promised it for this fall.

It's already been six
months since our dinner.

I finished yesterday.

Seriously? Send it off today.

I'll go to the post
office tomorrow.

I'll read it at once
and let you know.

Bye.

I was exhausted, my
nerves were shot.

I hadn't written a word and I promised
a novel for the following day.

What was I doing?

I'd ended up in a vortex
that was pulling me down.

SLAMMING DOORS by Elena Greco

It was the manuscript
I wrote in Florence

that neither Adele
nor Lila liked.

Was the novel no good?

Well, then it
wouldn't be published.

But I'd worked hard and
hadn't deceived anyone.

"Manuscript - Publisher's Copy."

I'm sorry, I still
have the keys.

I called you but I
couldn't reach you.

What do you want?

To see you.

I haven't seen her for so long.

We're always here.

But you don't want to see me.

Can you blame me?

This is also your home, when
you remember the rent...

- I've run out of money.
- Sorry about the rent, I forgot.

I'll pay it today.

Shall we watch TV?

Let's see what's on.

Do you like this?

Can we talk?

Let's talk.

The first thing I want to tell
you, and I won't go back on this...

Lila told you those things out of
jealousy and to destroy our relationship.

You know that, right?

The stories she told
you are meaningless.

Maybe it's different for you women,
you're more reflective, but for me...

I don't know what
happens to me...

but when faced with
occasional desire,

even the most stupid,
the most absurd...

I can't resist.

All this craving for women

is perhaps a sign of
fragile heterosexuality,

which to stay solid

requires continual confirmation.

Anyway, I already told you,

it wasn't Lila who told me
these things, but Antonio.

Of course he did.

That piece of shit told you all
that stuff just to fuck you.

Is it true you liked it
better with him than with me?

Don't laugh, answer me.

- Answer me.
- Yes!

I don't believe it.

You gave in

out of spite.

- No.
- You've been with other men, right?

Only to hurt me.

You're not coming
back into my bed.

Get out!

And leave the keys on the table.

I realized then, to my surprise,
that I felt nothing for him anymore.

I called Lila and
confirmed with her

that I'd rent the
apartment beneath hers.

Since I'd returned to
live in the neighborhood,

I had regained my voice.

Hi, Auntie.

Hi, Gennarino.

"As a kid all this
made me suffer.

Let's see if I can control
it now," I said to myself.

Although Enrico liked
the manuscript a lot,

I rewrote it from scratch.

I studied Lila, her
gaze, her gestures,

her meanness and her generosity.

That very same dialect intimately
connected to our birthplace

had ended up in the book.

When the book came out some
critics appreciated it,

but at the time it
wasn't so successful.

Then two things happened:

it was translated and
published in France

and an important Italian
politician quoted it on television.

It was only then that
everyone became aware of me.

For intellectuals and
journalists I'd found a new way

to denounce the crime
that smothered Naples.

I simply looked out my
window onto the neighborhood

and even though I
changed some names,

that book was about
me, Lila, Don Achille,

and Manuela Solara's death.

I observed and listened.

I watched Ada grow
gloomier every day,

Marisa's enemy who had
stolen Stefano from her.

I watched Alfonso who often
had a black eye and a split lip

after taking a beating
by who knows who.

I watched Antonio split his
time between Lila's office

and the Solara's bar.

I didn't know
exactly what he did,

but nasty rumors spread in
the neighborhood about it.

Imma.

Let's go.

The same rumors had it

that Stefano Carracci was about
to close his grocery store,

that Pasquale Peluso,
still at large,

had kidnapped someone,

that the Solaras were opening a
night club in the new neighborhood:

women and drugs,

and that along the
stradone at night,

huge trucks carried stuff

more dangerous than
the atomic bomb.

- Hi, sweetheart. How did it go?
- Well.

Imma, do you want a sheet too?

When are we going?

I told Dede to come here. As
soon as she arrives, we'll go.

We'll take Tina with us too.

Lila, are you coming too?

No.

I never eat lunch.

Good for you, but I need to eat.

If I don't put on weight before Elisa's
wedding, the dress will look too big.

- Any ideas for a gift?
- None, they already have everything.

Marcello doesn't go
without anything.

How boring.

I don't want to go
to the wedding...

to see all that riff-raff.

I don't want to either.

But I'm happy for my mother.

It mattered to her.

But after all this
time I'd lost hope.

Mamma, when are we going?

Now.

Tina.

It's beautiful.

How lovely.

- Hi.
- Hi, darling.

Well?

- How did it go?
- The Latin translation was hard.

It was a text without an author.

The teacher is old and mean.

The classrooms are old too.

They're the same as
when I left them.

Uncle Enzo bought
a new computer.

Let's go.

You type in the
numbers, the data

and the program gives you
the result immediately.

Calculations are longer and
more complex with calculators.

You try it. Sit here.

You sit here too, Imma.

Lila, I'm off, I have
to run an errand.

See you, Lenù.

- Bye, Papa.
- Bye, darling.

Try it, sweetheart. It's easy.

Look how clever Tina is.

Your hand here.

Lila, can you come for a moment?

I'll be right back.

- What is it?
- Mr. Minopoli again.

I told him it's pointless but
he insists on talking to you.

Give me the program
then I'll pay you.

I don't give a fuck!

You gotta pay. And not
tomorrow or the day after.

I'm fed up with your excuses!

You already tried
to screw me once!

Here, these are the right keys.

- I want all that money tonight!
- I'll pay later.

Give me a little time.

- Do I have to call you-know-who?
- No!

I'm telling you for the last
time. Or it will end badly!

- Now get outta here!
- All right, then...

You crooked bitch!
You're the worst!

She wanted to change
the neighborhood.

I wondered if she meant
to do it like this.

Lila told me that when she
wanted to recoup her money,

she'd turn to Antonio.

I knew that method,
it was the Solaras'.

In the past, I'd
thought she'd succeeded

by turning Alfonso into
a bad copy of herself,

reducing Michele
to an obedient dog.

But since I'd returned
to the neighborhood,

Michele didn't show up
at Basic Sight anymore.

What was going on?

Gigliola, it's a slow dance!

Long live the newlyweds!

Kiss! Kiss!

I'm going to say
a couple of words.

Wait.

Easy.

Easy.

You look beautiful.

I wanted...

I wanted to thank
you all for coming

to celebrate my
daughter Elisa, Marcello

and my grandson Silvio.

I give them my blessing.

Special thanks to Marcello

for organizing this
wonderful reception.

Even though it took
him long enough.

But what matters is that
today we're finally here.

Today is a happy day.

Allow me to take a moment
for my wife Immacolata.

I'm certain she's
happy up there,

just as I'm happy.

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

Can you hear me?

Have you filled your glasses?

Well done.

Don't be shy, huh.

We have enough champagne
for two more weddings.

Am I right, Marcello?

Anyone else want to
get married today?

You can't come in. Go away.

- Why?
- Don't make a fuss.

Let me in.

You gotta leave.

- Don't you understand?
- Let me in.

We speaking Greek here?

You're ruining the party.

Michele!

Let's throw this
piece of shit out.

Get your hands off me!

Michele! Look!

- You're hurting me!
- Get out.

Anyone else here who's
out of their mind?

Yes, because Elisa and Marcello

are out of their minds.

- Let go of it!
- No!

Because they love each other.

I know my brother very well.

I've never seen him
so in love. Lila!

Will you get those
girls to shut up?

Stop it!

Come here!

Let's drink a toast
to the girls as well.

Long live the newlyweds.

See? My brother-in-law
has changed.

He's no longer
under Lila's spell.

Stay here.

Alfonso.

What's going on?

You tell me.

What did I do wrong?

I worked for them for 10 years
and they didn't invite me.

What's wrong with me?

I'm getting fat.

I'm getting uglier.

I don't look like you anymore.

Maybe it's better if you go.

It's not good for
you to be here.

It all hurts here.

What is it?

It hurts down to my ass.

You want to check my ass?

Stop it.

What are you doing? Calm down.

When you act like
this, you seem crazy.

But Alfonso didn't calm down.

The next day, with his
eyes red from crying,

he left Basic Sight to have
a coffee at the Solaras' bar.

- What do you want?
- Why didn't you invite me?

Tell me why.

Get outta here.

Tell me why.

Michele, no...

Get outta here! You hear me?

Help me!

Help me!

He's killing me!

You're hurting me!

- I've put up with it long enough!
- Enzo, stop!

He only takes it
out on the weak!

- Let him try it with me!
- Please, don't!

What's going on?

- Go back upstairs.
- What's going on?

I wanna help someone who
gets beaten up for no reason!

- Papa, don't!
- Darling.

See? You're
frightening the child!

Don't be a pain in the ass!

You think it's easy for me
to put up with all this?

Lila had begun to
fear Michele again.

Marcello had managed to free
his brother from Alfonso's spell

that Lila had artfully created.

Michele who couldn't have
Lila, had taken Alfonso.

Alfonso!

That violence, probably,

was the practical demonstration

that things in Michele's head
had returned to the old order.

Elena?

The magazine sent
me for the photos.

Weren't you expecting me?

No. Actually, I wasn't.

I lost your number, I
couldn't get in touch.

It was a slog getting here,
it's a horrible place.

But it's what we need.

- You live here, right?
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- To the gardens.

- Be careful.
- Okay.

Make yourself at home...

Hi.

Are these little
dolls your daughters?

Yes, one's mine and the
other is a friend's.

No, wait.

- I'll tidy up and get changed.
- You're perfect as you are.

Let's go to your office.

- I don't have one.
- Where do you write?

Wherever.

Here, in the kitchen,
in my room...

Good. Let's start
from the kitchen.

Like that.

- Do you have a copy of your book?
- No, they're reprinting it.

- It'll be here in a few days.
- A copy of the previous one?

Move your hand.

Perfect.

Like that. Beautiful.

What a cute little face. Both hold
still. We'll do one with your daughter.

Imma, come here.

I found my readers again.

The publisher had to reprint the
book and organize presentations.

Some were thrilled by the
pleasure of reading it,

others praised how skillfully
the heroine was developed.

Positive judgments arrived
but with opposing views,

as if the critics hadn't read the
book that was in the bookstores,

but each evoked their
own fantasy book

made up of their own prejudices.

Goodbye.

What the fuck did you
write in that book?

Disgraceful things about
the place you were born?

About the people who saw you grow
up, who respect you and love you?

Are you disgracing this beautiful
city of ours? My family?

You like talking shit?

"Elena Greco with
her daughter Tina."

They made a mistake.

They didn't make a mistake.
You did, both of you.

- Both of who?
- You and your friend.

- I don't understand.
- Forget it.

It's Lila who manipulates
her. She doesn't even realize.

Don't you get it?

She doesn't get it...

- What's wrong?
- I'll tell you.

Will you make me a coffee?

Hi, Mamma.

Come, I've just made it.

- Hi, Aunt Lenù.
- Hi, Tina.

"Elena Greco with
her daughter Tina."

You know who gave
me this magazine?

No.

Michele Solara.

He stopped me in the street, he was
with Marcello who didn't even say hello.

Michele acted crazy,
he was shouting.

He said I smeared them, their
family, the neighborhood.

What do you think?

- It's a pretty photo.
- Cut it out. Tell me what you think.

See that, baby doll?

They think you're
Aunt Lenù's daughter.

I'll send a letter,
I'll protest.

Let them do a
reportage on Naples,

on the Cirillo kidnapping,
on Camorra deaths,

but they mustn't use my
book to their own ends!

Why not?

Because it's literature, I
didn't write about real events.

I think you did.

What do you mean?

You didn't use real names,

but a lot of it is recognizable.

Why didn't you tell me?

I told you I didn't
like your book.

You either tell
things or you don't.

- But you stayed in the middle.
- It was a novel.

Partly yes, partly no.

- What should I do?
- You should calm down.

Who do you think
the Solaras are?

Your book is out,

you even rewrote it and staying
here helped make it more real.

But it's out now and
there's no turning back.

Are the Solaras angry?

- So what?
- Did Michele threaten you?

Who gives a shit!

There could be another,
stronger earthquake.

The universe could fall in.

And then, who the fuck
is Michele Solara?

He's nothing, I tell you.

And Marcello's nothing too.

The Solaras will always
be dangerous beasts,

there's nothing we can do.

I tamed one but his brother
turned him into a savage again.

Did you see how Michele
beat up that poor guy?

Alfonso.

He'd like to beat me up but
he doesn't have the guts.

And his anger about the
article, the photo...

it's all anger against me.

Don't give a shit about it.

Don't give a shit, like me!

You put them in a magazine
and they can't bear it,

because it's bad for business

and all their dirty dealings.

And we like it, right?

Mamma.

What?

Tina wants to know if I'm
your daughter or she is.

- And do you want to know?
- Yes.

We're mammas of both of you.

We love you both.

Stop.

Imma.

See? Your dad's on television.

This question shouldn't
even be asked.

But the viewers know perfectly
well what we're talking about.

I believe the government
interference is obvious.

Maybe because of
the relationship...

I'd like to be clear about this
too, also for our audience...

It's Papa, do you recognize him?

The government intervention
on the private TV networks

shouldn't be reduced to the ties
between Craxi and Berlusconi.

It's pure demagogy.

This intervention raises
two crucial issues:

freedom and modernity.

The government has decided that a
magistrate's injunction is worthless.

Is limiting broadcasting

over the entire national
territory by Fininvest networks

a matter the magistrates
should be involved with?