All language subtitles for Parthenope 2024.en

[Adult Parthenope] "Your eyes are dull," the actress told me.

But the passion for freedom remained alive,

because there is so much life that is lost everywhere.

[metallic noise]

[sound of seagulls]

Directly from Versailles!

But isn't that a nice gift?

So when he sleeps, he can travel, go.

- That'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. - [Commander] It's female, I'll tell you.

I know these things.

[commander laughs]

[Commander] Look how beautiful she is.

- Mmh. - Bella.

[blows]

[Maggie screams]

[midwife] Cry! Cry and push!

- [Maggie] Ah! - Go, push!

[midwife] Push!

Push!

- Ah! - [midwife] You did it!

[baby crying]

[Maggie ride]

[Sasà] It's a female!

[applause]

I told you! I know these things!

Big party at my house tomorrow.

What do we call it?

[Sasà] 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.

A cigarette after swimming in the sea tastes better than after swimming in the pool.

[Parthenope] Do you know why, Sandri'?

No, you?

No.

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

And Raimondo?

Spring has begun.

[Sandrino] So?

They went to see Naples undressing.

Let's go?

[sea swaying]

[Sandrino] Can I come in?

No.

But you can walk around the carriage.

Do you want to get engaged to me?

Do you see the future down there, Sandri'?

It's bigger than me and you.

When did you invent these things?

On the road,

on my carriage.

[Sandrino] What are you thinking?

[Raimondo] What are you thinking?

[indistinct chatter]

Ascione Franco.

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

At university you already get pissed on and shit on, sit down.

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

What does she know that I don't?

[Franco] Nothing.

Nothing?

[assistant] Di Sangro Parthenope.

[buzz]

Look how "good" this one is.

[indistinct voices]

- Good morning. - Good morning.

The three dates for Gouliane.

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

Three, his way of dealing with the given situation.

- And Althusser? - Althusser is the other soul.

In harmony with determinists, structuralists and culturologists,

he considers the anthropological moment as ideological, but I'm not interested.

- What interests you? - Always Gouliane.

A culture is a set of spiritual and material values,

which respond to the sum of existential problems,

which, starting from the acquisition of food, arrive at the creations of art.

I not only agree with this, but I am moved.

[they laugh]

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 doesn't he know?

I don't understand what anthropology is.

Well, thirty with honors.

Professor Marotta, what is anthropology?

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

- Are you not satisfied? - No.

His is just a dramatic response.

Anthropology is the science that studies human types and aspects

from a morphological and psychological point of view.

[Parthenope] Is that the right answer?

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

Lévi-Strauss, first phase.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you. - [assistant] Goodbye.

[laugh]

Oh! The commander always wins!

So? Have you decided?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

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

I don't think it's for me.

One day, when your father retires,

you could run my shipping company.

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

Raimondo, you're all grown up now.

Let me embark on one of your ships,

the one that goes to the North, to the Baltic, as a cabin boy.

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

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

[plays "Io sono il vento" by Marino Marini on the record player]

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

But I say, a ragù, right?

- It's tradition, Mom was English. - You're from Milan,

a cutlet, a risotto with ossobuco…

- Parthe', what are you reading? - John Cheever.

Alcoholic, depressed, wonderful.

[Tonino] Parthe', you are young.

Why do you bother with America's problems?

University? Have you started?

Anthropology, thirty with honors with Professor Marotta.

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

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

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

[commander] Sasà is sensitive.

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

Great sensitivity even in that circumstance.

[commander] He wrote me many speeches,

he is a genius of rhetoric and accounts.

I've always showered him with money.

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

- Ah! - Where did you get burned?

- Here. - [Tonino] Let's challenge the porridge.

[commander] Challenging is the right word, porridge is a battle.

As?

It smells like mahogany.

[laughter]

[commandante] Parthe',

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

- The right question is another. - [commander] Which one?

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

You're such a smart ass.

[Sasà] Your brother Raimondo is fragile.

Come me.

[Sasà] Raimondo sees everything.

[blows]

[Sasà] Raimondo knows everything.

[Gino Paoli's "Che cosa c'è" plays on the turntable]

[blows]

[Sasà] Here it is.

- Answer? - Plus one billion three hundred million.

Sasà, come here, come. Come.

Big party at my house on Saturday.

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

No, his name is Gianni, he is Parthenope's boyfriend.

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

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

He is either too poor or too lazy.

- Until you work, I won't give you a dime. - I do it somehow.

I want to get engaged to Alba Nardella, she goes to Capri.

- Who is it? - What is "who is it"?

It is the Portofino cliff, a divinity.

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

[sound of seagulls and the waves of the sea]

[Raimondo] Let's go to Capri.

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

We say it every summer and never do it.

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

- Where do we sleep? - Wherever it happens.

What a crazy idea.

Parthe', let yourself go.

The bar is always open, we're young, let yourself go, huh?

Let yourself go.

[plays "Harvester of Sorrow" by Little Kruta]

Miss, since you are not our guests,

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

If she leaves, we all leave.

[man] I was joking.

What's up, Sandri?

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

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

[in English]He noted that young people

do they always, shamelessly, aim for desperation?

[helicopter engine]

Excuse me, miss.

His…

He would suggest a picnic to her.

What a crazy idea.

Doesn't he know they invented restaurants?

What do I answer?

That I'm going to a restaurant with an American friend of mine.

- [in English] Will you invite me to lunch? - [in English] With great pleasure.

[in English]The silence.

It's a mystery in the beautiful.

It's a failure in the ugly.

I've always been ugly, but she…

She is aware

of the disruptive arrival of her beauty?

[in English]I'm beginning to suspect so.

[chuckles]

If you want to know for sure, you should become an actress.

[Parthenope] I study Anthropology.

She would be perfect to become a diva.

I am Lidia Rocca, film agent.

I only represent those who have made it.

But he should study.

Here, here's my number.

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

Please call her.

Thanks, I'll think about it.

[helicopter]

[sighs]

His…

[Parthenope nods]

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

He would love to take her for a ride in a helicopter.

You'll have to wait.

How much?

That's the game, you don't know.

[Parthenope, in English] What is he thinking?

[in English]What happened to all the nice night resolutions?

what did we compose while drunk?

All the promises of friendship,

all the vows of eternal love

they vanish

with sleep.

They reappear the next day.

Blurred.

Far away.

Impossible.

In uncertain lucidity

of the morning headache,

life is…

just unbearable.

[Parthenope, in English] Can I take a shower at her place?

[Cheever, in English] Huh? You're swimming!

[Parthenope, in English] "How many have slept here?

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

They always say the same things.

Fortunately,

there are writers

to vary the monotony of their words.

I can smell it

of all those who have slept here.

And you?"

[sighs]

[Cheever, in English] And you?

Do you smell it?

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

[cicadas' sound]

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 everything,

without even asking.

Everyone will be happy for her.

Don't you believe it?

You try.

Beauty is like war.

Open the doors.

[cicadas' sound]

[plays "Memoria" by LaTorre]

[plays "A gira" by Trio Ternura]

[indistinct voices]

Yesterday in the little square Alba Nardella smiled at me.

And so, the great man stepped out of his helicopter.

Since she didn't get on it…

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

I'll finish dancing to this song and we'll leave.

- Alba Nardella? - It's me.

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

That's what I hope.

[man] That's my house.

Hmm.

A seafood?

Better not.

It seems that cholera is going around Naples because of mussels.

- These are from Normandy. - Ah.

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

- Do you always have such a ready answer? - I'll try.

I read and study a lot.

How good!

No.

First let's look at summer.

[sighs]

[man] What is he thinking?

[plays "My Way" by Frank Sinatra]

I can't sleep with her just out of politeness.

[man] Is this the only reason why she would sleep with me?

Good manners.

Don't you find desire a mystery and sex its funeral?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Anyway, look, I get it, no problem.

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

At the end of the day, you're not that big of a deal.

[continua "My Way"]

Prima, al picnic,

she wasn't thinking about anything,

because she is not intelligent.

[thunder]

Parthe', you're a diva.

[in English]Good evening.

[In English]Excuse me for this morning.

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

True. My name is Parthenope.

John Cheever.

[sea swaying]

I have read all his stories.

Well, life is full of misfortunes.

- [Parthenope] What is he doing? - The usual.

I take long, sad walks.

Can I accompany her?

[sighs]

- No. - [Parthenope] Why not?

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

No no.

Did I do something wrong?

[blows]

Let's talk a little.

[sea swaying]

[Raimondo] She's not in love with you.

[Sandrino] I have, on the other hand, all my life.

But why?

Because she always runs away.

[Sandrino] What could he be thinking?

To always find the right answer.

- [man] Do you want to dance? - Yes.

[Sandrino] Sorry.

[plays "It was all foreseen" by Riccardo Cocciante]

[photographs]

Let's go.

[bells ringing]

[cicadas' sound]

[panting]

[sound of seagulls]

[helicopter]

[groans]

[blows]

[nitrite]

[Sasà] What is it?

[Commander] It's cholera.

Cholera has arrived.

[Marotta] What does he want?

- I would like to ask you about the thesis. - [Marotta] Do you already have a topic in mind?

Yes.

I would like…

Would you like that?

The anthropological reasons for suicide.

Why?

Why…

Because my brother…

[crying]

Look at me.

I will never judge her.

She will never judge me.

Do you like this deal?

- I'm not convinced by the suicide thesis. - Why?

It doesn't help us.

I suggest another topic to you.

The cultural frontiers of the miracle.

Try not to write a thesis that 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.

[sea swaying]

[indistinct chatter in the distance]

[sea swaying]

[distant buzz]

[bell tolling]

[sound of seagulls]

[doorbell]

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

Wait here, it will appear sooner or later.

- [Flora] Ernesto! - [Ernesto] I'm coming.

[clock strike]

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. Make yourself comfortable.

Lidia was telling the truth, you are disturbing, you remind me of me.

I can teach you everything,

except the one thing we will never forget.

The sighs of love.

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

- It's a concept within my grasp. - Good girl, you're insolent.

An actress must be insolent.

Let me introduce you to my friend Greta Cool, do you know her?

Of course, she's famous, who doesn't know her?

Did you know that Greta Cool is an anal sex fan?

But there's nothing wrong with that.

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

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

he venerated 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? - [Parthenope] Uhm…

In old movies, actors always have a ready answer.

It is true.

Life should be like this.

Instead, we don't sleep at night.

Let us ponder the right response to give to the men who have offended us.

Beautiful women are insulted all the time.

Are you staying for dinner? Some friends of my poor husband are coming.

Agree.

- He won't find anyone. - Why?

Because his is a dead man's agenda.

Why is his face covered?

Some damn Brazilian surgeon butchered her.

- Are you inert? - I really hope not.

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

It captivates for 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 get comfortable.

[clock strike]

Christ!

[Flora] Come in, little one.

Only the 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.

- Now would you give me a kiss? - How?

You understood very well.

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

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

It's like kissing a boundary wall.

- So? - I'd like to see his face first.

[Flora] You wouldn't kiss me anymore.

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

Non…

I would not know.

We can't go back anymore, little one.

Sooner or later, we are condemned to let ourselves go.

I've always had a beautiful mouth.

Well…

[Parthenope] How many dolls!

[Flora] Motherhood followed me… everywhere.

[indistinct voices from TV]

Why don't you get back to work with the commander?

I am well off enough to not have to work anymore.

- You've gone crazy. - [Sasà] Yes, we've gone crazy.

What must be done to bring you to your senses?

[Sasà] A nephew.

A grandson would help us.

What a crazy idea.

[fireworks]

[honorable] Welcome back to your beautiful Naples.

[in Neapolitan] Beautiful once.

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

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

He could have come anyway, we're talking about me.

There's a wonderful surprise for her.

It takes an atomic bomb to surprise me.

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

Just for you…

Greta Cool!

[applause]

Now the surprise we promised her.

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

[photographs]

[applause]

You see,

the problem is not that this statue is ugly.

The problem is you Neapolitans.

You're depressed and you don't know it.

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

You're just sloppy and folksy.

Everyone is laughing at you and you don't notice.

You boast about being smart.

But what did you get out of all this cleverness?

You are poor, cowardly, whiny, backward.

Steal and act badly.

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

The invader on duty, the corrupt politician, the unscrupulous property developer.

But the misfortune is you.

You are a people of wretches and you boast of it.

You will never make it.

Dear horrible 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 were not.

You are dead.

A million?

We agreed on thirty, you little idiot.

If you did what you were supposed to do.

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

If it wasn't for Naples, you would now be doing the advertising at Ponti Rossi.

Your mother did the advertising. Who authorized her to switch to informal?

Give me my thirty million, you dickface.

Greta Cool, but go give blowjobs.

[Alcide screams in pain]

[Alcide] Leave it! Leave it!

But what…

Fuck you!

- [Greta] Who the fuck is that? - I'm Parthenope.

- Flora Malva sent me. - [Greta] What do you want?

I brought her hair back.

[Greta] Come in.

Take off your fur.

Sit down.

Did you know that Flora Malva is a fan of anal sex?

But there's nothing wrong with that.

What a shitty evening!

Vulgar men and vulgar women who think they are elegant.

This city will never be elegant.

Did I overdo my speech?

What can I do? I don't like going back to this shithole.

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.

This is all I have left as a memory of this city.

and my mother is 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 doesn't accept this.

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

Then do you see me?

Do I look happy to you?

Yet, I am the most important of all.

Fuck you.

[brings]

[fireworks]

[sighs]

Roberto Criscuolo.

Did you like Greta Cool's speech?

I found it…

original.

Everything he said about this city is true.

[fireworks]

[fireworks]

[fireworks]

[indistinct voices in the distance]

[in Neapolitan] "Guess who I am."

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

[woman] Roberto.

- [woman] Robertino. - "You are the king of Naples."

Handsome.

[fireworks]

[indistinct voices in the distance]

[fireworks]

[whistles]

Come here, come here.

[Roberto] Good evening everyone. Come here, come here.

Come here. How many of you are there?

- [Roberto] For you. - Thank you.

- [Roberto] For you. - Thank you.

Look how beautiful that is. Hello, little one.

- [woman 1] How beautiful she is! - She looks like the Madonna.

- She looks like Sophia Loren. - [woman 2] My goodness, really.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Pum, pum, pum!

[man] Good evening.

[Capasso] Gentlemen, please, a little space. Thank you.

[indistinct voices]

[Roberto] Come state?

[indistinct voices]

[Roberto] Come state?

Roberto. Are you back? How beautiful you are!

[fireworks]

[in Neapolitan] That slut of your mother, Gigione!

[baby crying]

[indistinct voices]

[sewing machine]

[indistinct voices]

[whistle]

[Zuzù] Ciro Criscuolo and Vittoria from Casamicciola are the future,

hope.

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

From two great families, the Criscuolos and the Casamicciolas,

today the most powerful family in the South is born.

The big merger.

You can now take your seats.

[indistinct voices]

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

- The big merger. - What is it?

[Zuzù] Father, let's begin.

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

God bless you. Please.

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

[guitar music]

Start touching each other.

I can't do it like this.

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

Victory, as I showed you the other night.

Eh?

[Zuzù] Come on.

[fireworks]

[explosion outside]

[groans]

[applause]

[indistinct chatter]

[fireworks]

- [woman] Five. - [together] Four.

[together] Three, two, one.

You're shaking.

Are you cold?

No.

I'm excited.

[groans]

I was born here.

In the water.

[sound of seagulls]

What are you thinking?

[sound of seagulls]

I'll get in touch.

[Marotta] "Taking into account the exams taken

and evaluated the final paper with the related discussion,

the commission approved your degree exam with this grade.

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 with honors out of 110,

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

- Very good. - Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

- Do you want to give me the academic kiss? - She graduated late.

They made me believe 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 investigation,

his thesis might be worthy of publication.

What?

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 understood one thing.

We all understood at least one thing.

I would like to try a university career.

- I feel like this is my path. - Is it safe?

Look, you'll become like me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

No.

Professor, you still haven't told me what anthropology really is.

Come visit me in May.

Professor.

Thank you.

[sea swaying]

[man, TV] It's a problem everyone has to solve on their own.

He who is in love realizes it sooner or later.

[woman, TV] How?

[man, TV] When you kiss, you kiss.

[woman, TV] With Alfredo I never noticed anything.

- [man, TV] Are you sure? - [woman, TV] Yes.

[woman, TV] However, it is also…

[steps]

[brings]

[steps]

[nurse] Come on, dear.

Don't worry, it won't be a long thing.

[doctor] Get undressed.

[sea swaying]

[sound of seagulls]

- Why are you moving? - [Sandrino] Pay raise.

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

No, that's not the reason.

Parthian',

In this city I am left with only a sense of guilt.

It's not our fault if Raimondo died.

- Yes, instead. - 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 am never ashamed.

[Sandrino] Always catchy phrases, huh?

Do you prefer obvious sentences?

No, true.

[Parthenope] The truth is unspeakable.

Raimondo was fragile.

Raimondo confused the irrelevant with the decisive,

like everyone in this city.

Except me.

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

I hate this city.

[Sandrino] You have become ruthless, presumptuous and cold.

I became an adult.

Maybe, after all, you've never known how to love anyone.

You.

You were my first love.

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

[Parthenope] No, it won't go like that.

Do you know how it will go?

- No. - [Parthenope] You will get married in Milan.

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 will find out soon after hearing my voice after a long time

that I'm not the reason.

The crisis with your wife will be resolved and everything will be fine again.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No.

Because I was just a young love.

Young loves were of no use.

They served to give us the illusion of lightheartedness.

What did I say?

They were of no use.

I have to go now, Parthe'.

What's up, Sandri?

You don't like me anymore?

[torn sheets]

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 take the tests.

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

Expert in the subject, by law she can, then it doesn't take anything to teach.

"A professor only needs to be one class 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.

He scrolls through the index, chooses three questions and finally decides the grade.

She'll like it.

Come on, it's late.

Yes, relativism.

Relativism…

- Thank you, goodbye. - [Parthenope] Goodbye.

Esposito Lucia.

[indistinct voice]

- Good morning. - [Parthenope] Good morning.

The concept of structure for Lévi-Strauss.

Yes.

[indistinct voice]

Hmm…

I'd better come back next session.

Give me the booklet.

[indistinct voice]

- Thirty with honors, you can go. - Thank you.

[girl] Every time we go…

He plans to use this unique method of assigning grades

even when she will be a full professor?

No.

Why did he promote that girl?

instead of having her come back to the next session?

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

She would never come back.

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

Let's hope I don't have to regret it.

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

- Hello, Marotta. - Hello, Sartre.

For me, intellectuals wearing black turtlenecks should be shot.

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

because, sooner or later, someone takes the axe and throws it at our head.

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

Pompous, sure.

You see, when he divorced, he told me that a schism had occurred.

And about your wife, professor? Nothing is known.

Some time ago she 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 dedicate all my time to my son.

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

- He let himself go. - And her? She let herself go?

How long has it been since her father hugged her?

I don't remember it anymore.

Since his brother died.

- Do you want to hug me? - Yes.

[sound of seagulls]

[plays "And you arrived too" by Valerio Piccolo]

[voices inaudible]

[applause and cheers]

[continues "And you've arrived too"]

[indistinct chatter]

[Parthenope] Sorry.

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

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

- Okay. - I live with my son.

All right.

[laugh]

[laughter from next room]

- Don't ask me anything. - Okay.

[Marotta] Tell me first what you wanted to tell me.

The Journal of Anthropology 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's a scoundrel.

- In what sense? - [Marotta] In every sense.

[Parthenope] What did you want to tell me?

I'll be retiring soon.

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

There will be a teaching competition in Trento soon.

I wish she would participate. She can win.

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

What do you think?

I love Naples.

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

They will remain her assistants, if she wants them.

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

She looks like me.

Why is he doing all this for me?

Because she can become a great anthropologist,

even if he doesn't know what anthropology is yet.

No,

the real reason I made her come.

I wanted to introduce you to…

[laugh]

[laugh]

[Marotta] Be careful of Tesorone, that man is the devil.

[brings]

I'm pissed off trying to perform a miracle.

Every year all this responsibility falls on me alone.

Always the same story.

If the blood doesn't thaw, whose fault is it?

Obviously, yours truly.

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

How do you combine stress with dyeing?

This is a hobby. You don't have a hobby?

No.

[Darling] Even not having a hobby is a hobby.

Do you work with Marotta?

How are you?

Difficult to understand.

Marotta is less mysterious than he wants us to believe.

He only has one problem son.

- Uhm… You're more mysterious, aren't you? - Sure, what questions!

I am a priest.

I found you a nice scenic spot for the miracle,

so you won't miss anything about the show.

What? Is he already leaving? Is he not going to show me the treasure of San Gennaro?

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

[buzz]

[man coughs]

[faithful] San Gennaro, pray for me. San Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

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

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

Lord, have mercy.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Saint Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

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

Holy Mary, Mother of God…

[woman screams]

[indistinct chatter]

- [man 1] What is it? - [man 2] It's blood.

- [woman 1] Don't push. - [man 3] Help her.

San Gennaro!

You performed a miracle, San Gennaro!

Thank you, my holy man, you chose me!

Get that slut out here right now!

Go! Out!

- [woman] You handsome saint! - Come on!

[Darling] They make up everything.

Now even the fake menstrual cycle.

Anything to take attention away from me.

- From San Gennaro. - No, from me.

I'm exhausted, destroyed, very tired.

It seems that she was supposed to perform the miracle.

- [Darling] Who says it's not like that? - Ah.

I'm sorry the blood didn't dissolve.

Eh… It will melt next year.

Do you want to take a tour of the cathedral?

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

Love is like that, it is not manageable,

for this reason from Jesus to the singer-songwriters,

they're all trying to tell us how to get out of it.

Do you love too much or too little?

That's the whole difference.

They are all false doors.

I'm short of breath.

It's Catholicism.

- Freedom doesn't pass through doors. - [Parthenope] Uhm…

- Where does it pass through? - [Darling] It doesn't pass through.

Can you show me the treasure of San Gennaro?

[Darling] I don't have time now.

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

All the times you wanted to cry but held back.

Here, only here in church,

you have the freedom to let go.

Why should I cry?

Because motherhood chased you everywhere and you ran away from it.

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

[sea swaying]

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

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

An exhibitionist, a rascal, she started putting on a show.

San Gennaro got distracted and didn't do anything.

This happened.

If you can, bring me a nice drink.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

[voices inaudible]

[voices inaudible]

Years ago, it was New Year's Eve.

I saw you.

You made love in the water.

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

Parthenope.

- [woman] Your Eminence, what are you thinking about? - My mother.

She knew everything.

When you know everything, you die early and alone.

Get acquainted with the unspeakable.

It's vertigo.

God is limited, He didn't entertain us kids 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 got exhausted.

The worlds…

Worlds get tired.

Now, girls, that's enough.

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

[laughter]

[commander] Parthenope!

Commander, you recognized me.

It was impossible to forget you.

[coughs]

- Do you remember that you wanted to marry me? - We're still on time, if you want.

Commander, you're running too fast for my taste.

First I would need a long courtship.

A long courtship, that idiot sister of yours!

You're a smart ass.

A cunning one.

- You are a rare woman. - [Parthenope] Why?

Why don't you take advantage of your beauty.

- You're wrong, commander. - [commander] No, no.

How are your parents?

When your brother died, they died too.

[coughs]

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.

[Darling chuckles]

At the end of life only irony will remain.

[laugh]

[plays "Malambo N. 1" by Yma Sumac]

What a crazy idea! I look like a relic.

You look like a saint.

What do you like about a woman?

The back. The rest is pornography.

[Darling] You should give yourself to me, Parthenope.

Oh, really? Let's hear it, why?

Because my body is made to be rejected.

But refusing me would be obvious.

You, on the other hand, know how to be a surprising woman.

I am an obvious woman.

[sighs]

[Darling] You always have the answer ready.

Alright,

I'll settle for remembering you like this and dreaming of you.

If I were to give myself to you, it would not be to be surprising,

but why I like you.

What do you like about me?

The cheekiness.

I call it the art of seduction.

- You want to know what I'm thinking? - [Honey] 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 approach God slowly.

[metallic noise]

[panting]

[groans]

The conclave will be held soon.

I will be too close to God to continue hanging out with you.

What a pity!

Besides, what can you do?

I got it into my head to become Pope.

What's everything else I've been thinking?

Time that passes alongside pain.

Or maybe it's not like that.

Or maybe it's not like that.

[laugh]

How did it go with Tesorone?

He was right, that man is the devil.

He's just a seducer.

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

I'm retiring.

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

I've never liked parties.

Have you thought about the idea of Trento?

I can't become an anthropology professor,

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

Anthropology is seeing.

Is that all?

Was it that simple?

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

It's very difficult to see,

because it's the last thing you learn.

When do you learn to see?

[Marotta] When everything else starts to fail.

What is everything else?

Love, youth,

the desire, the emotion, the pleasure.

And the remote possibility of laughing once more

for a distinguished man who trips and falls on a downtown street.

- Now come with me. - Where?

[Marotta] Let's see.

[indistinct voice from TV]

[laugh]

[man, TV] We are under one sky and we can all make mistakes.

So, two weeks ago,

if any of the sociology experts,

criminal anthropology, mayorology, assholeology,

had moved…

Dad, he said "asshole."

[they laugh]

Yes, Stefano, the gentleman said "asshole".

[laugh]

…turn a blind eye to ex-prisoners who…

- Bye bye.

- It's made of water and salt. - Like the sea.

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

[ride]

[Stefano ride]

[Marotta] Goodbye, Parthenope.

[indistinct voice from TV]

- Bye bye.

I will never forget the exam with her.

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

"At university you already get pissed on and shit on."

Hey!

[they laugh]

Was he a boyfriend?

How much longer?

I'm leaving the account in two days.

What will it be called?

If it's a girl, I'd like to call her by her name.

Parthenope.

No.

Nothing is known about your private life, Professor.

- There's not much to know. - We still want to know.

Can we ask you some indiscreet questions?

Yes, certainly.

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

Instead, she stayed here for forty years, until she retired.

Why?

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

[they laugh]

Why didn't she get married?

Because no one has ever seriously asked me.

The children?

Excuse me.

[sighs]

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…

[applause]

[man] Good!

[voice inaudible]

[stadium trumpets]

[man] Parthe'!

[stadium trumpets]

[indistinct voices]

[voices inaudible]

What are you thinking?

[plays "It was all foreseen" by Riccardo Cocciante]

[sound of seagulls]

[cicadas' sound]

[Raimondo] What are you thinking?

[Parthenope adult] Surrender to the perfect summer,

we were beautiful and unhappy.

Maybe it was wonderful to be kids.

It didn't last long.

I have been sad and frivolous, determined and lazy,

like Naples,

where there is always room for everything.

I was alive and alone.

What was I thinking?

Love to try to survive…

Love to try to survive

it was a failure.

Or maybe it's not like that.

[stadium trumpets]

[in chorus] ♪ Come on! Train! Train! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go! Go! Go! ♪

♪ One day, suddenly I fell in love with you ♪

♪ My heart was beating ♪

♪ Don't ask me why ♪

♪ A lot of time has passed ♪

♪ But I'm still here ♪

♪ And today as then ♪

♪ I defend the city ♪

[sighs]

[sea swaying]

[sound of seagulls]

[Darling] And anyway, God doesn't love the sea.

Remember, God does not love the sea.

Until we meet again.

[plays "What's There" by Gino Paoli]

[swaying of the sea and the sound of seagulls]