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Dear Veronica, this is the
story of a boy called Amos,

whom I've known
intimately all my life.

Amos Bardi.

Why Amos? Because
I like the name.

Five minutes, Mr. Bocelli.

If at my birth they'd have
let me choose for myself,

I'd have chosen that one.

Why Bardi?

Because it's a good Tuscan name.

You see! Runs like a Ferrari,
and with the new diesel engine,

it will cost half
the price in fuel.

You will be begging me for one!

Half the price to run and
it costs double to buy?

So?

Sandro, I can't
afford this price.

Signor Sandro!

They called! It's a boy!
It's a boy!

A boy? A boy?

-I've got to go, I got a son! -Sandro!
What about the tractor?

It's yours!

A boy!

- Thank you, God!
- A boy!

It's a boy.

He's beautiful.

Careful, with those
big hands of yours.

Sandro...

Shh!

What are you going to call him?

Amos, please don't cry.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

This crying is not normal. I
want him to see a doctor.

Edi, babies cry, it's
their way of talking.

It's five months now.

Fine, if it's their way of
talking, he's telling us he's ill.

A mother knows these things.

I can't bear to hear
him crying like this.

Congenital, bilateral glaucoma.

There is a strong likelihood
that they have been damaged.

I fear it will need surgery.

- He'll need an eye operation?
- Yes.

But doctor, can he sees us?
He seems to see me.

Mrs. Bardi, a baby sees father
even with its eyes closed.

We don't know how
much he can see.

There is a department at
the main hospital in Turin

where apparently they
perform miracles.

You're saying my son
needs a miracle?

Nurse, please, how much longer?

It's three hours he's
been in there now.

I'm sorry, we can't say.

Stop it.

Stop it! You mustn't
take it off.

Touch it. Teddy likes his.

My love, I know. It annoys you.
You must be patient.

What are you doing?

Come, come.

Thank you.

My son, when he heard the music,

suddenly was calm
for the first time.

He had an operation.

Ah, music, beautiful.

Make happy life.

Here.

Go.

Acid in eyes. Work factory.

Many operations.

Without music, I'm mad.

You, how long stay?

I hope not long.

Amos!

Thank you.

The old barn was a
land of wonder for me.

Everything in it fascinated me.

I touched everything,
played with everything.

I was happy in there.

Amos!

Amos, lunch is ready!

Why don't you answer when I call you?
Where were you?

In my room.

Look me in the face
when you talk to me.

Liar!

I told you a thousand times
not to go into the barn.

It's dangerous!

Your son has been
in the barn again.

Say something to him, Sandro!

Amos, don't go in the barn.

And if you're good I'll take
you out on the tractor, OK?

He's also been telling fibs.

Oh, that's serious.

You must always tell
the truth, hmm?

Even when it's hard.

Alright, I'll tell the truth.

I don't want to eat this soup.
I don't like it.

Amos!

Signor Bardi!

I have to go. Work.

I've been cooking this specialty all
morning and you've eaten two spoonfuls.

Three. And it was delicious.

But unfortunately there are no
fixed hours in my line of work.

You eat.

My line of work has no
fixed hours either.

Amos! Amos! Oriana...

Amos! Amos!

You are the only one
who likes my food?

Good, good. Bravo.

Babbo, when will you let
me ride on the tractor?

Babbo!

Amos? Amos?

Babbo!

Oriana, what happened?

Nothing, nothing.
He spilt some soup!

Amos, are you crazy?

Never ever go out on the window ledge.
It's dangerous!

But I was being careful.

Promise me you'll
never do it again.

If you promise me, we'll
go and see Uncle Giovanni.

And eat the soup there and I'll
make it alright with mama. OK?

Come in.

Well, here you are again.

Excuse me, Signor Giovanni,
it's only that...

when he's here, he's so
calm and eats properly.

Of course, because he knows
if he doesn't behave himself,

he will never be
promoted to sergeant.

Corporal, eat your soup!
That's an order!

I want to show you something.

Know what this is?

Beniamino Gigli.

A genius! He sung all
around the world.

Songs, romances, operas...

Operas? Like operations?
I don't like them.

Lyric opera, they're
stories, which are sung.

For example, this is a story
of one girl called Manon,

who is not, let's
say, a good girl.

Is she bad?

No, no, no. She's not
bad, she's a prosti...

Well, I mean, a girl who
does those kinds of...

OK, anyway, Beniamino
Gigli was a genius.

Listen.

Real men don't need hats!

Good morning.

Forgive me, doctor.

Be frank with us, what are
the prospects for my son?

We have saved what we can.

Although one eye is lost,

the other has at least
some limited function.

But I would suggest it would be useful
for him to begin to learn Braille.

You mean reading for the blind?

- Good morning.
- Morning.

This is Amos Bardi.

Welcome, Amos!

Children, say hello.

Hello, Amos!

Thank them and say hello.

I'm not saying hello
because I'm not staying.

Boys, it's time for your break.

Nice to meet you, Amos.

Come here.

Amos is not like them.
He can see.

Amos.

Please, Mommy, don't
leave me here alone!

- You have to go. You have to go.
- Please.

Please, please. You have to go.

Mama! Mama!

Sandro.

Delicious soup! Yummy!

It's the most disgusting
thing I have ever seen.

Signora Etmea, I don't
want this soup.

I think you will eat it, and
I know you will like it.

It's a very good soup, Amos.

Amos...

Don't worry, I'll eat it.
Can you see a bit?

- Yes.
- Is she looking?

- No.
- Give me your soup.

Amos? You awake?

Yes.

Don't worry. Only another
three years to go.

What do you want to
be when you grow up?

Me? A singer, an opera
singer, like Franco Corelli.

- Can you sing?
- I don't know. What about you?

I'd like to be a lawyer, putting
the bad guys in prison.

Wow!

It's a letter from Amos.

How are you going to read it?

It's not written in Braille.

How is it that he goes to a
special school to learn Braille

and he doesn't know any?

It's difficult, you can't
learn it in four months.

-Somebody must have
written it down

for him. -Come on,
what does it say?

"Dear all, I am well and
I hope you are too.

It's really cold and I miss you.

The food is rotten here and
the beds are really hard."

-Oh, poor thing. -Just as
well, he says he's well.

Imagine if he had written, "I'm not
well," what he'd have written!

He's strong, he'll
get through it.

"But sometimes we have fun."

You see? My son doesn't let a
little discomfort get to him.

There is something at the
bottom here, in Braille.

It's his name.

Let me feel it.

Strange. I feel him so close.

Amos, come here a moment.

Did I do something
wrong, signora?

No. No, no. You did
nothing wrong.

Let me listen to
your voice a moment.

Sing me the next
verse by yourself.

I don't think in my life I've
heard anything like that.

Ladies and gentlemen:
Amos Bardi.

That's it. All the way
across the pitch.

Shoot!

- Yeah!
- Bravissimo!

The score is still one all.

Amos Bardi stands.

Now he leaves the penalty area,
and rushes to intercept Pardini

who now heads straight
for the goal and shoots!

Oh, my God.

Amos?

Amos!

It's dark in here.

It's your dark glasses.

-Babbo, can I go out on Amos' horse?
-No, Babbo gave it to me.

But I would be happy if you
let your brother have a go.

Only when I say so.

Amos, the milk.

Is something wrong?

No, stop worrying, Mama.
It's OK.

Is the sun not up yet?

Amos, are you stupid or what?

Can't you see the sun?

- Yes, I see it.
- Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Help me, Mommy! Please, help me!

The sun has gone!
Where has it gone?

I had never seen my mother cry.

She was so lost she didn't
seem herself any more.

Amos, tell me, what do you see?
Is it all dark?

No, it's not all dark, Mama.

What I see isn't darkness,
I can't really explain.

What I see is
everything and nothing.

I don't understand.

I see what I want to see:

I see the room, the
cupboards, the beds.

I see you as well, Mama.

I see you because I
know you are here.

Over and over I repeated
silently to myself

that nothing had changed,

that I would do
exactly as before

and that I needed
no one else's help.

Now, all together,
let's sing a song.

Amos, you lead.

- I'm not in the mood.
- Come on!

-That Neapolitan one, "O Sole Mio".
-No!

Amos, start singing, or
I'll swear to God...

Is there a God, uncle?

- What do you mean, Amos?
- Nothing, just a question.

Amos, no one in our family has
ever those kind of doubts.

Well, someone's got to start!

You shouldn't even
think those things!

Too late, I've already
thought them.

Who's coming in?

- Don't be crazy, Amos!
- Let's do it.

Amos! Daddy said no!

- Amos!
- Amos!

Amos!

Amos!

- Are you sure they went in?
- Yes.

Amos!

Look!

Don't you realize what
could have happened?

It could have
happened to anyone.

Yes, to anyone stupid enough to
go swimming is such a rough sea.

But apparently the only
idiot here is you.

And what about the others? I
didn't force them to go in.

I don't care about the
others, you are my son.

And you should be smarter
than the others.

Dad, you don't understand.

If the others jump over an obstacle,
I have to jump over a mountain.

If they ride a horse, I
have to ride a tiger.

Amos...

If I want to be
like other people,

I have to do better than them.

And you know who taught me that?

You!

Mind if I take the
young buck with me?

Sure.

Can't you tell me
where we're going?

I don't want to see
anyone or do anything.

- Want an ice cream?
- No, I want to go home.

OK.

Maestro?

- Anyone else?
- Amos Bardi.

- What?
- Just shut your mouth

and open it only when
you start singing, OK?

- Let me go, uncle!
- Please, Amos.

So, Amos, what are you
going to give us?

- Amos, let him hear "Reginella".
- But uncle!

- Do you know "Reginella"?
- Yes, yes, of course.

Amos, go on. Go for it.

Ready?

Maestro?

Amos...

What just happened?

You got into the finals
of the Coppa Margherita.

The biggest prize in Tuscany.
Feel better?

You stand no chance.

Thank you, thank you.

A lot of support for
our young friend.

Take care, Gabriello
Congratulations, thank you.

He's good.

Not as good as you.

And now, please, for
the bold young man

who'll sing a Neapolitan
song: Amos Bardi.

You'll be fine, don't worry.

"O Sole Mio." I dedicate this
song to my Uncle Giovanni.

Bravo! Bravo!

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Thank you. Thank you so much.

And now, Maestro Meraviglia,

president of the jury,
will give us his choice.

Maestro.

And the winner is...

Amos Bardi.

Bravo!

Next stop: Sanremo!

Sanremo! Sanremo! Sanremo!

He's right, I saw it in my crystal
ball, one day you'll win Sanremo!

I am so proud.

I couldn't work out whether
the woman's face was covered

with tears or with sweat.

But I remembered Oriana

and the moment I decided
to become a singer.

Amos! Fantastic Amos! This
is my friend Adriano.

I'm from Lajatico.
I'm a musician, too.

-It would be great to get

to know each other. -Great!

My boy, I'm promoting
you to corporal.

Uncle, I was already a
sergeant two years ago.

Well, you can't expect me
to remember everything.

Uh... alright, I'm making you
field marshal right away

so that we're up to date, OK?

But in return, you have
to do something for me.

In a few weeks an
old friend of mine,

a military colonel,
is getting married.

I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Didn't I tell you?

You couldn't have given
them a better gift.

Go, Giovanni. Go!

Amos, what's wrong?

Come on.

I let everyone down.

Is Uncle Giovanni still going
to make you field marshal

now that you're tone deaf?

I'm not tone deaf, you idiot!

Hey, stop it you two.
Amos, sit up.

I told you, it's
normal at your age.

Boys' voices change.

Will I still be able to sing?

Nobody knows, but you
have learn to be patient.

How can I? It was the most
important thing in my life.

In your life. You don't
even know what life is yet.

In the meantime maybe you
can study an instrument.

- The piano, for example?
- No, not an instrument.

Every blind person plays an
instrument or gives massages.

Where did you get
that nonsense from?

Antonio. He wants
to be a lawyer.

Great! A lawyer!

My father wouldn't
hear of anything else.

In order not to disappoint him, I
enrolled in the Liceo Classico,

convincing myself that eventually
my destiny was to study law.

Boys and girls, I
want you to be aware

that you are the future
elite of our country.

We do not tolerate hotheads,
nor revolutionary ideas.

No strikes, no demonstrations.

Here, in the Liceo Classico,
we study, and that's it.

You may sit down.

We shall begin immediately.

Page ten, first exercise.

Let's see... Bardi. Bardi?

I don't have a book, ma'am.

Alright...

No, actually, it's
not alright at all.

This time, and only this time,

you can borrow one
from someone else.

I'll read it for you.

You! Keep quiet.

Bardi, start reading.

Bardi...

Right,

now I would like you or your
parents to explain to me

how on earth you have been
registered for this school?

Please tell me how am I
supposed, in your condition,

to expect you to
undertake a translation

as I would a normal child?

If someone could read to
me, I could translate it.

No, Bardi, it doesn't
work that way.

No one may read it to you.

The future elite do not
rely on the help of others.

We will discuss this
next time again.

The next lesson is physical
education so please go to the gym.

You too, Bardi.

I'll take you.

- Thank you.
- Let me take your stuff.

I'm Adriano, by the way.

You don't know me, but I was
at the Caffè Margherita

- when you won the prize.
- Oh, yes.

You're a great singer.

-I used to be. -I play some
guitar, too, you know?

I have never forgotten
that generous strong hand,

it was the beginning
of a deep friendship.

A study all of your own?
Lucky you.

It's a gift from my father.

It was the old tractor shed

where they kept all
the farm implements.

It was my favorite place
when I was little.

On the other hand, the piano
was a gift from my uncle.

Why don't you sing something?

One of those beautiful
things you sing?

I don't sing anymore. I fiddle
around on the piano a bit,

I listen to a lot of music, but
when I hear myself I want to vomit.

Well, sing without listening.
Like I do, at least I have fun.

Not for me. Singing
was my dream.

There are other ways of
having fun, you know?

Watch on the left. A big curve,
it's a big curve on the left.

On the left! Right here.

Yeah, that's it! That's it!
Go for it!

Woo-hoo!

Slow down, slow down a bit.

What's your name?

Amos.

Come with me.

Do you know the story
of André Chenier?

- No.
- Ah, so, André Chenier

is a revolutionary poet,
in love with Maddalena...

Sit.

I love it when you talk, but I
love it more when you don't.

That's him.

Sorry... sorry.

Thank God.

It's five in the morning.

I've had enough of this.
Every night.

He does nothing but waste
time with his layabout.

Now his schoolwork is
a complete disaster!

I think I found
the right person.

Your mother is convinced
that I am a genius,

but I'm going to tell you
right away, I'm not.

I am a retired bank manager

and my hobby is
collecting mushrooms.

Where is the study book
for tomorrow's lesson?

And, by the way, I have an
elementary school diploma,

my parents didn't have the money

to send me to middle and
upper school like you.

I see you like music.

Have you ever applied
yourself seriously to it?

I'm not interested in
jobs blind people do.

Masseurs, telephone
operators, musicians.

Amos, it's not
important what you do,

it's important how you do it.

Sit at the table.

Ah! Ah!

"After the Second World War, Italy
underwent a grave economic crisis,

but at the same time, the Marshall Plan
was feeding an industrial revolution."

"Petrarca, like Dante, was obliged
to flee from his native city

along with the other followers
of the white party.

He was unjustly accused of having
officially used a false deed

and was condemned..."

"and these, although they fail
to satisfy the requirements

of a modern thinker, may
therefore be regarded..."

Ettore successfully got me through
my high school graduation.

Even Adriano graduated.

Thanks to Ettore I could have had a place
at university studying jurisprudence,

that was what was
expected of me,

but, somehow, it turned
out differently.

Yeah!

- What's the name of the group?
- Adriamos.

Adriamos?

I abandoned my dream
to be an opera singer

and took Adriano's advice to sing
without listening to myself.

At least I could play music,
and maybe even earn a living.

Yes... not bad.

Problem is, it's neither
one thing nor another.

The voice is pleasant, though.

The question is: is it original?

And what in your
opinion is original?

Something new,
something different.

Different from what? What is your criterion
apart from your own personal taste?

Listen here, young man.

Let me tell you, give up your
music, go and find another job.

Out there, there
are plenty of jobs

that will satisfy your
undeniable talent.

You mean like masseur, telephone
operator, piano tuner?

Or a Mister-know-it-all,
like you?

Asshole, just get out!

And let me put
your mind at ease:

you will never, ever be a singer.
Ever!

Umberto, your heart.

Thanks for bringing him along.

Yes, and good-looking, too.

Which doesn't hurt.

Gives him personality, and
he's so good-looking.

Yes, you just said that already.

What about your
voice, do you sing?

- A little.
- Show me.

Sing "Il Diavolo e l'Angelo",
it's a song we wrote ourselves.

If only I were 20 years younger.

Rosa, take away twenty years
and you're still ugly.

He may think me beautiful,
because I'm beautiful inside.

Do you like it? What?

Hey!

Can you play something that doesn't
sound like we're at a funeral, please?

- Like?
- Rock and Roll, asshole.

-What's wrong? -Anything that
doesn't put me to sleep.

Can't, I'm afraid, house rules.

- What's up?
- The usual loser-musician.

Up his own ass!

I'm so sorry, I'll take
care of this right away.

- Wait. He's fantastic!
- He's right.

Alice! Alice, you have to go.

Please, sing for me,
it's my birthday.

- Come on! Alice!
- Alice!

Yes. Yes, let's do it.

Bravi!

Please, come, join us, please.

Giorgia, would you let them sit?

- Auguri!
- Auguri!

Auguri!

Hi, my name is Elena.

Thank you for your
present, it was wonderful.

I didn't give you a present.

Yes, you did. You sang for me.

-You made me cry. -I made
you cry on your birthday?

Yes... Don't worry.
I... I loved it.

What do you do when you're
not at the Boccaccio?

Oh, well, I'm still at school.

It's like being in
prison, you know?

I can't wait to be free.

Yes, freedom is...

beautiful.

I mean, it is much better
than being in prison.

- Yeah.
- Sorry, I'm...

talking nonsense.

No, you're funny.

- Really?
- Yes.

Listen, if you want,
we could meet again

and maybe you could
hear more nonsense.

Give me your hand.

Here's my present.

- What's with you today?
- I need a break.

A break? Another break? It's
like our third break today.

Listen, just call her, will you?
And stop messing about.

And give me your hand.

Don't smudge it, I haven't
washed my hand in days.

I know.

-What do you think I should say to her?
-I don't know.

Didn't you tell her you'd call
her to talk some more nonsense?

Just say the first thing
that comes into your head.

It's bound to be nonsense.
Here you go.

-Do you want me to leave you alone?
-No.

- Workshop!
- Workshop?

Yes, may I help you?

She gave me the wrong number.

Yeah, girls do that, usually when
they don't want to see you again.

I'm giving up on women.

Amos?

Elena.

- I'm so happy to see you again.
- Me too.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

Why did you give me the
wrong number when we met?

I gave the right number,
but you never called!

I did call you, but it turned
out to be some kind of shop.

Well, I'm not going to give
you my home number, am I?

I gave you the number of
my sister's workplace.

-They didn't tell me you'd called.
-I didn't leave a message.

Why your sister?

She makes jewelry,

and when I leave school I'm
going to work with her.

I'll probably never
get to university,

so meanwhile, I'm going
to learn a trade.

When someone says "meanwhile" it
usually means they do a thing

while waiting for something
else to come along.

Goodness, you're so precise!

You give such meaning
to every word you hear.

OK, perhaps you're right.

I am waiting for something,

even if I don't know
yet what it is.

I thought you'd never looked
for me, but you did call me.

Of course, but then I thought,

"What a fool I am, I thought
she liked me, and instead..."

Instead... I liked you a lot.

And I liked you more than a lot.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Amos... this is Signor Vanini,

a famous opera critic, who writes on music
for the most prestigious magazines.

Huh? I told him how
popular you were

and I asked him if he would
come here and listen to you

to give us his opinion.

I am honored, Signor Vanini.

What can I say Mister Bardi?
Congratulations.

I beg you to tell me the truth.

I must tell you what I think?

I'm not sure if I can.

Please.

Well...

I do not believe

that you have even the
smallest amount of talent

for singing opera, even in the
lowest category of the repertoire.

Your voice lacks
extension, power, color

and just about everything else.

Thank you for your frankness.

Sadly, you are telling
me what I already know.

Excuse me, but I have
to go back to work.

Well, if we are being
frank with one another,

let me ask you a question:

how can this young
man with his problem

expect to appear on stage?

He cannot see the orchestra,

the scenery, or the conductor.

-Do you know what I think,
Signor Vanini? -What?

You don't know anything
about singing.

You're envious and ignorant.

My nephew has a great voice.

You seem sad today.

No.

You're not really happy.

I can feel it,
you're pretending.

- Sometimes I think I bore you.
- You never bore me.

In fact, what I like about you
is you never say useless things.

I like that you've
never asked me

how I know if you're beautiful
or how I imagine you.

I like being a
little mysterious.

You don't really
know how I look like

and that makes me feel
more sure of myself.

-I know exactly what you look like.
-No, no, you don't!

How can you?

I feel the air rushing into your
lungs when you are excited,

the flutter of your eyelids
when you are amazed.

And when you bite your lip...

Just here...

on one side only.

Nobody has ever seen
these things in me.

These are not things you
see with your eyes.

You realized I was sad.

What were you thinking about?

I want to change my life

to become a serious person, to
graduate as soon as possible.

A serious person maybe doesn't sing in a
piano bar all night surrounded by girls.

As soon as I become a lawyer,
I will quit being a pianist.

But I can't at the moment, I don't
want to have to rely on my parents.

But you won't have to worry.

You know something?

I think I've found the thing that
I've been waiting for all my life.

Step.

I wanted to fix it up

for when you'd settled down
with a proper job and a wife.

It'll be fine, Dad.

Why do you always have to do
things your own way, son?

I won't let you down. I'll do it my
own way, but I won't let you down.

So... You want me to go?

Amos!

It's been a while.

Ettore, thank you for coming.

So...

How many exams have you missed?

All of them.

We have a mountain
in front of us,

so let's start climbing.

"defines the relationship of
different entities within a state.

Namely, the executive,
the legislature..."

But this girl, no.

Do you get to wear
one of those togas?

Of course. It's the only
reason I wanted to graduate.

Congrats, my son.

I've finished tuning the piano.

- Finished?
- Yeah.

Sorry, I was asleep.

Between being in court all day

and half the evenings
playing in this joint

I don't get much sleep.

You want to try it?

Yeah.

Permit me, but I've
heard you sing.

I just wanted to tell you that you
have a talent, a rare talent.

I saw you a couple of
years ago with my wife.

Thank you.

Why are you still
singing in this dump?

You should be singing opera.

I lost my voice a few years ago,
and it never really came back.

And now it is such a strain to
find the notes it kills me.

I tell you, your
voice is beautiful

but it needs taking care of.
You're ruining it.

Really?

If you don't believe me,

I know a great singing maestro.

He works with all the great singers,
Franco Corelli, for instance.

Franco Corelli? I've tuned
his piano for years.

His name is Maestro
Suarez Infiesta.

He's Spanish, but
he lives near here.

I'll give you an
introduction, if you want.

Are you ready to make music...
your only reason to live?

Only if you are prepared
to make great sacrifices,

will I consent to
give you lessons,

and will you become
a great tenor.

Yes, but what should I do?

What sort of life do
you lead, my boy?

What do you mean, maestro?

What time do you get
up in the morning?

Well, it depends on
what time I go to bed.

No, no, no.

Bed 10:00pm sharp.

Up 7:00am precisely.

But I have to work.

Do you work in the evenings?

I play in a piano bar.

This very evening will be
your last in that bar.

- Do you drink?
- My father makes great wine.

Good, you will bring me a bottle.
Yeah.

-Please, don't tell me that you smoke.
-No, no!

Good, good, at least you
are doing something right.

How many hours a day do you
dedicate to exercising your voice?

At the moment, almost none.

But from tomorrow onwards
I'll dedicate a lot of hours.

No, wrong, wrong, no. Until you have
learned to use your voice properly,

do not sing, do not even practice.
Nothing. Zero!

How much do you talk?

To ask the time, for instance,
how many words do you use?

I say... what time is...

Too many words!

Silence. Do not speak.

Noon, two o'clock, who cares
what time it is! Silence!

Silence.

Silence is the most important

and the most difficult
discipline.

Oh, do you have a girlfriend?

Yes.

That's a good thing if
she's happy to accept

the boring and extremely
irritating person

you will become
after my lessons.

Ready?

Hold on, hold on. Stop,
stop, stop, stop.

Your voice is concealed.

Here.

If I do this...

I'm throwing a lot of air,

nothing is happening,
nothing is vibrating.

But look at this.

Lean into it, lean!

Hold it, hold it! Stop, stop.

You didn't give it
support from your body.

Take a deep breath.

No, I can't feel it.
Can't feel it.

My hand must expand outwards.

Outwards and inwards,

every time you take a breath.

Scales!

Here!

All right.

Things have gone well.

Very well I might say.

Your voice has yet
to fully mature,

but so far...

the results have been...

excellent.

My husband has been waiting a
long time for this moment.

And because we wanted
it, it happened.

Isn't this forbidden?

Today we drink together
to your future.

- Thank you, Maestro.
- No, no, no, no.

Thank you.

And in return I have a
little gift for you.

A friend of mine has a
recording studio in Modena.

I have asked him as a favor
to record your voice for you

as a souvenir of
our work together.

We will go... we will go
there together, if you want.

- Thank you again, Maestro.
- Good, good.

And then there is one more thing
I would like to say to you.

Listen, son,

singers, before a performance,

must remain in a condition of
the most absolute silence.

It's a difficult
thing to achieve.

But when you have learned
how not to need words,

you will sense the sound
of your own breath,

of the movement of your muscles,

and even the movement of a single hair
on your head, ruffled by the wind.

You... you have a
great advantage,

you're already
familiar with sounds,

they guide your
steps through life.

But the music of silence

will be your guide through
the interior of yourself.

And that, which you discover,

you will express through the
beautiful perfection of song.

Samuel Trani.

That's quite a voice, Mr. Bardi.

Maestro, I'm sorry, I must go.

Maestro, can I hug you?

Of course you can hug me.

I have a surprise for you.

I told my mother that I was
staying at Alice's place,

and Alice told her mother she
was staying at my place.

But she's actually spending
the night with her boyfriend.

What does that mean?

What happens if they
call each other?

They won't, they're too scared
of finding out we lied.

Your mother.

No, it can't possibly be.

Amos Bardi.

Yes, yes, we met at the studio.

Samuel Trani? Yes, I remember.

Zucchero Fornaciari?

Really?

Yes! Thank you.

What is it?

Zucchero wants to sing with me,
his agent was in the studio.

Zucchero? The rock star?

But why? I mean, you're
an opera singer.

It's an experiment, a rock star
singing with an opera singer.

He also mentioned Pavarotti, who is
singing with him in America now,

but is thinking of
replacing him with me.

You're replacing Pavarotti?

I'm not sure. Maybe he wants
me to sing with both of them?

I was so excited I
wasn't really listening.

- That's fantastic.
- Yes. Yes, fantastic.

What's the matter?

The Maestro he's a purist, if
I go and sing rock music...

Pavarotti does it.

Pavarotti is Pavarotti.

He doesn't have to prove
anything to anyone.

Zucchero? Pavarotti?

Maestro, if I was to think for
one minute that you disapproved,

- I'd give it up...
- Amos, Amos! Go.

Just go.

You still here?

-So, Maestro, you approve of me

singing with Zucchero?
-Of course.

Zucchero is a very good singer.

And good music is good
music whatever it is.

Pavarotti is a great singer.

And that Samuel Trani, with
whom you spoke on the phone,

is a crafty so-and-so, but
he's a very clever agent.

Forgive me, Maestro, but how
did you know Trani called me?

- You said it.
- No, no, I didn't.

No?

Perhaps I imagined it.

Amos... just go.

Yes, he's in his office.

Please, make yourself
comfortable.

- I'll let him know you're here.
- Thank you.

You see, we were right
to come here in person,

these people have
busy schedules,

you have to force
them into the corner.

Thanks, Dad, thanks
for all your help.

Amos.

My profound apologies for
keeping you so long.

Pleasure to see you, boy.
Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Pleasure to meet you, too, to
meet you in person, my son...

I'm on my way now.

We're in the middle of
releasing a major record

and we just don't have time
for anyone else right now,

but don't worry, Pavarotti
was really enthusiastic

and I'll do everything I can
to put you on the tour.

Unfortunately, I have a plane waiting.
I must go.

Thank you.

It's OK.

Samuel called, he
spoke to Pavarotti!

Really?

When he told him I was
an unknown singer

from a piano bar, he
wouldn't believe it!

He said, "You don't think I know a
proper tenor from a bar singer?"

What did he say then?

He said, "With this kid,
you don't need me!"

Oh, my God!

But I've got to keep myself
free from any other contracts.

Because I'll be taking Pavarotti's
place on Zucchero's tour.

I'm going to call Papà
and Uncle Giovanni.

You know? You're not a simple unknown
bar singer like Samuel says.

And when I see Pavarotti,
I'm going to tell him.

I suppose now we can start thinking
about possible dates for...

getting married?

The 27th of June.

Unfortunately, after
all the enthusiasm,

there followed a
deafening silence,

a silence not of
music, but of torture.

After that first phone call,
Samuel disappeared for months.

Hey, Amos, when are
you going to Sanremo?

Signor Samuel Trani?

They told me he'd be back
from America 15 days ago.

He's out of the office?

No, he hasn't called me back.

Yes, he's got my number.

OK, with the De Bartolomei and their
three children, that makes 150.

Is that too many for you?

Too many? No, whatever you
want is fine with me.

But what do you want?

I don't have time
to want anything!

I have to go out and get a job.

I had one at the piano bar,

and I left it to go
back to studying.

We've taken some very big
decisions, you and I.

Pavarotti, Samuel,
have all vanished,

and I'm back being supported by my father.
Do you understand?

Don't you want to
marry me anymore?

Everything is ready, and you
don't want to marry me anymore?

Don't.

Hey...

Don't.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Should we call him?

- I don't know.
- Yeah, I'll call him.

Hey!

Couldn't you confess yesterday?
Why now? Everyone's waiting.

- I committed a sin last night.
- What?

I dreamt that I slept
with Kim Basinger.

With Kim Basinger?
That's not a sin.

- Anyway, how are you feeling?
- Good.

Only sometimes I
feel someone else

is getting married in my place.

Elena, receive this ring

as a sign of my
love and fidelity.

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

Amos, receive this ring as a
sign of my love and fidelity.

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

You may now kiss the bride.

Hello, I would like to
speak to Samuel Trani.

I'm afraid he's not here, Mr.
Bardi.

What are you saying?

I should stop calling?

Mr. Trani said that
if you called,

to tell you we'll get in touch with
you directly when we have some news.

And the tour?

Didn't they tell you? I'm sorry.

Mr. Pavarotti is now
available to do the tour,

so we will not need
a replacement.

Have a nice day, my love.

I'll be back a bit late this evening,
I'm taking Alice to the doctor.

Did you know she was pregnant?

Did you hear me?
Alice is pregnant.

Don't you have anything to say?

Not the silence again.

You don't have any shows
to do, nor auditions.

You don't have to sing,
so what's the point?

I'm sorry.

Anyway, Alice is
expecting a baby.

Hello, Amos.

Are you alright?

Maestro, I came to thank you.

The discipline of silence
is good for my voice,

and even better for my spirit.

I really need it at the moment.

Often, when we talk,
we say stupid things

and important things get lost.

But maybe this is not
the time for silence.

Tell me, what's the matter?

We're going to have to stop
our lessons for a bit.

I don't have an income

and I can't keep on being
a burden for my family.

My wife... she wants a child.

She doesn't say it directly,

but she does everything she can
to get the message across.

We had our share of hard
times when we were young.

But the sun always comes
out after the storm.

Have faith, Amos.
Just have faith.

I know you're there.

What can I do to make you happy?

- Hello?
- Is Mr. Bardi there please?

It's very important.

- Amos, it's for you.
- I can't now.

Amos.

Hello, Amos, it's Zucchero
Fornaciari, listen,

I'm doing a concert
in one week's time.

I want you to sing with me.

Elena...

We did it.

We did it!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the concert will begin...

Amos.

Amos, I remember I used
to get so angry with you,

so many times I
called you an idiot,

and... look where you are now.

I'm very proud of you, my son,

and I'd like to ask
you to forgive me.

It was just my way.

And maybe I haven't been
a good father to you.

But don't... don't answer
that, you'll ruin your voice.

- Enchanté.
- Ah, good evening!

Good evening.

Time to go, Amos!

Don't worry being compared with
Pavarotti, the audience won't.

Let's go.

Amos Bardi!

That was great! That was wonderful!
I'm so proud of you!

You did it! You did it!

Amazing!

Come in!

Please, an autograph!

Where are you going?

To look at the moon.

Excuse me, does this
train stop at Sanremo?

- Yes.
- OK.

Mr. Bardi, can I have
an autograph, please?

Thank you.

Prego.

Elena! Are you asleep?

No.

What's the matter?

We're not far from home.

I was thinking, let's
do something crazy.

Let's just get off, you and I.

Let's just give it all up.

What do we care about the
festival, about success, huh?

Let's just go back home and make
our lives one day at a time.

Are you seriously trying to say
that you want to throw away

the greatest chance
of your life?

I mean, there isn't
an Italian singer

who wouldn't want to
be in your place.

Are you sure about this?