All language subtitles for Loro - Paolo Sorrentino - 2018.en

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any reference to real people
or events is wholly artistic

and makes no claim
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The authors took inspiration
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"ALL DOCUMENTED.
ALL ARBITRARY."

SARDINIA

APULIA

Aren't you going to eat?

I'm not hungry.

You tense?

How's the Party?

Lots of talk.
We Democrats are always talking,

but we got damn all to say.

How's home?

Peachy! My wife has haemorrhoids.

- There's this really good cream...
- What's it called? Prastoden?

- I can't remember.
- She's using Prastoden.

- I really can't remember right now.
- There's another one.

There! Here they are.

Rocco, you know the business
about the contract

to supply the school lunches...

Play by the rules, Sergio,
like everyone.

If I do that, Rocco,
I'll never get the contract.

That's enough.

Moira, come round this way
and I'll pass you the rope.

Come.

Hi.

Candida, welcome aboard.

Introduce yourself.

Pleased to meet you, I'm Candida.
You are...?

Have a seat here, sit here.

Candida, why don't you take off
your bathing suit?

No...

I meant the bottom.

Show the prof what you can do.

I'm not a professor.

All right, that's enough.

No, why?

Is that 25HP?

Souped up, 75.

Aren't you sick and tired of Taranto?

Show me your tit.

Rocco... everything OK?

About the school meals contract,
I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, Rocco.
You're a treasure.

Keep down.

THEM

You're breaking my balls.
I know you're hungry! Wait.

Watch out, they're hot.

Dad!

We got the contract.

Why the long face?
Aren't you happy?

No, I'm not happy. You paid?

Dad, I didn't pay anyone.

- I never paid a bribe my whole life.
- Me neither.

So how the fuck did you get things
moving in half a day?

I got busy.

You're a pig.

Congratulate him. He did good.

You're both pigs.

Yep. But we love each other lots.

- Show me a tit!
- What?

A tit!

You know who Fabrizio Sala is?

The guy that runs the Margot
on the Costa Smeralda?

That's not all, he writes a gossip column,
he's a talent scout.

He's the one who finds
all those bimbos for TV.

They say
he takes a lot of them to him.

Him him?

Him him.
And today he's looking in Taranto.

What the fuck is he hoping
to find with these losers?

What the fuck are you saying, Tama'?
It's good fishing out here.

They're total sluts here.

They invited me
to audition for Sala, as well.

- Exactly, babe!
- Arsehole!

I'm kidding!
I can't stand this city anymore!

What the fuck are we doing here?

We deserve better.

What do you mean?

I mean I made a decision.

- We're going to Rome.
- Rome?

And when did you decide?

Today. I saw a tattoo and it hit me.
I want to get to him.

Him him?

Him him.

Yeah, I know, I'm a bit late.

Hello. Candida Pascià.

We're here to see Sala.
I'm her manager.

No manager.
Just the girl.

All right. I'll wait out here.

Yeah, we're coming, we're coming.
Who's there?

Sonia, Pat, then...?
Where are you?

At the Timone D'Oro?

All right, 20 minutes.

Sergio needs to finish something
for work first.

Listen, order me a tuna tartare,
but with avocado.

What's your name?

Do you laugh all the time?

Get out of here!

Show us what you've got, dear.

- Do you have a name?
- Candida.

Candida...

And are you "candid"?

Not at all.

What do you do?

I used to do gymnastics.
Then I got hurt and I had to stop.

But can you still show us
a trick or two, dear?

I can try.

You are a joy to fuck!

The Dolce Vita!

A gift!

Take it easy. I hear you're going
to Sardinia and renting Villa Morena?

I sure am. And the parties I'll have
will empty your Margot.

Bravo, Sergio.

You're creating your court of whores
with free cocaine.

You wanna take them to him.
But that's my territory, sweetie!

I'm a free marketeer. I believe
monopolies should be broken up.

Unfortunately, you're lacking two
things, class and his acquaintance.

Two details
that will soon be resolved, Fabrizio!

You're throwing away
your savings, Sergio.

And you'll go back to Taranto
dirt poor.

Well, in that case, have some, relax.

It's so old-fashioned! I haven't
touched coke for a good ten years.

So don't get in the way.
The girls love this old-fashioned stuff.

No, I understand.

What did you hear?

Nothing. You weren't talking.

Bravo...

...Sergio Morra.

You know me?

You do everything you can
to get yourself noticed.

So I've studied you a bit,
from a distance.

Well, I like to keep busy.

So who was the arsehole on the phone?

No one's an arsehole with me,
remember that.

It's important.

Because the man who can resist me
has yet to be born.

Would you...

...resist me?

Well, in effect,
if I think about it,

I couldn't think of any obstacles...

Well, there is one obstacle.

Yeah?

I'm the obstacle.

You'll never be able
to fuck someone like me.

But don't be discouraged, you seem
sharp enough to fuck all the others.

Why...?

Who do you fuck?

Him him?

You don't know
what I'd give to know him.

If you prove to be devoted
and helpful to me,

maybe I'll introduce you to him,
some day.

Fucking Attilio never answers.

This party's really broken my balls,
you know?

- You want some?
- Forget it.

I've got to work tomorrow, unlike you,

spending the days
drying the rocks with a hairdryer.

Be careful with Kira,
she's meaner than Putin.

I imagine. But what class, though.

Class? She fancies herself,
but ten years ago,

when she got off the boat from Albania,
she bedded half of Rome.

- Even you?
- You think I'm an idiot?

Enough, Ricca'!

- And how was it?
- Better than Totti.

But as soon as you bend over
to pull up your underpants...

...she buggers you from behind.

Such is Rome, Serginho,
no different from Albania,

when they were all dirt poor.

Well, well, what a surprise!

Finally, Attilio,
where the fuck have you been?

- In the bathroom.
- We've been ready to go for an hour.

Let's get together sometime, Ricca'!

The less we get together, the better!
Bye, hun!

Silvio's greasepaint
has infected his brain.

We were at the FAQ for the summit
on world hunger, and he says,

"We have to cut short the speeches.

"Our situation might not be tragic,
but we're hungry too."

Whenever he opens his mouth, I always
wonder how it's going to go...

Will I laugh or cry?

Cupa, dear, we're already crying.

Even when he makes us laugh.

In all these years,
he has given us two things

we were unable to produce
by ourselves:

economic energy and enthusiasm.

But they're not enough anymore.

What are you saying, Santino?

Darling, could you look
after the boy a moment?

We're talking seriously here.

Luigino, why don't you drive
around over there?

And why don't you fuck off?

I'm saying that we lost

because over time people keep
a sort of unconscious tally

of all his fucking inanities,
and when they add them all up,

they come to the conclusion
that he has really broken their balls.

Explain this a bit more.

All those trials he has to face, Cupa,

and all those laws to help himself.

You may control
six national TV networks,

but people figure things out sooner
or later, and they take umbrage.

All those broken promises...

People notice.

His collaborator sentenced to nine years
for ties to the Mafia.

People get pissed off.

He goes abroad and says,

"Come die in Italy,
we've abolished inheritance taxes."

- That was a good one, though.
- Yeah...

Does it seems smart to you
to go on TV and say,

"The average Italian has the mental
capacity of a seventh-grader,

"and not even one of the brightest.
That's who I have to talk to"?

Isn't that true?

Of course it's true.
You can think it, but you don't say it.

He's 70 years old, Cupa.

His heart and prostate are wrecked,
though he keeps using them,

and sparking endless gossip,
I don't know!

I know where you're headed,

but you have to have the courage
to say it, not wait for me to say it.

Cupa...

...would you support me?

Support you in what?

In becoming the next leader
of the Centre-Right.

You want to be Prime Minister
wearing those shirts?

No. I only wear these shirts
to support "Made in Italy".

You've never been afraid
of speaking your mind, Cupa.

I want an answer from you.

I'm with you.

Go for it!

Fucking hell!

And now, girls, it's up to us.

Youth is fleeting. Let's get busy.

Sergio!

What are you waiting for?

...to steal my husband!

But you didn't love him anymore!

...70% off store prices...

Working now, Sergio!

Kiss him! Now!

You drugged me, you arseholes.

You've covered me with cats.

I can't stand cats.

That's enough.

Enough.

Who are you?

Me?

I'm a talent scout.

To come here, I told Puccio
I was going to see the Pope.

I worked for Lory del Santo,
she's great.

Have you ever seen a falcon?

The arsehole kept sending me
pictures of his dick.

They wanted to plaster my big toe,
I said no!

My friend does good tarot readings.

- Mine says avocado's bad for you.
- I can't swim, but I can dive.

- I pretend to drink...
- I wanted to kill myself.

- I shit, but I can do it just in my house.
- Milan makes you feel alive.

- You know him?
- It's so beautiful, so beautiful...

I've got tachycardia.
Do you think it's the prawns?

Right, girls, summer's in the air tonight,
can you smell it?

We can't smell a thing, Sergio.
Our noses are all blocked.

Right, loves, thank you all
for coming to dinner tonight.

I wanted you to tell you that I've put
a deposit down on Villa Morena,

and, from July 3,
you're all my guests in Sardinia!

We're going to throw
a truly wild party! Cheers!

You did well, really well.

He'll go mad when he sees
all this pussy! They're perfect.

They're nothing special.

For me, you're the perfect pussy.

It doesn't work that way, Sergio.

It never works that way with me.

I saw him at a Forza Italia meeting,
he's not so short.

I'll introduce you when he comes
to the Bagaglino Show, he's thin.

- We haven't met.
- No, I'm a friend of Palmira's.

Ah, the director.

And what do you do?

I'm an extra.
I study literature at the Sapienza.

What do you want to do
when you grow up?

Act.

- Film or TV?
- Is it not the same?

Will you come to my party
in Sardinia?

I don't know.

I'd feel inadequate.

I don't drink or do drugs.

Look, what I can guarantee you

is that a lot of TV drama producers
come to my villa in Sardinia.

- No, stop.
- What's wrong?

I've never cheated on Sergio.

What are you waiting for?
The guy's an idiot.

He's not an idiot,
and you never did shit for him.

Tamara, he's utterly unpresentable!

I'm not going to piss on my career
by promoting an arrogant cocaine addict.

Fuck you, Santino.

Get the fuck off me, now.
I will not cheat on my man.

What the fuck?

What are you, 13?

I've never cheated on Sergio.

You just have, dear!

You're a piece of shit!

And now people
are going to piss on you.

Because I'll tell them everything, Santino,

I'll tell them everything,
you giant piece of shit.

Where are you going...?

Do you have any wishes, Sergio?

Some of my wishes
have already come true.

I wanted to get away from that shithole
of Taranto and my father.

What's wrong with your father?

He's honest and upright.

Life's a struggle for him.
He wanted it to be one for me as well.

I think your father's right.

Why, is your life a struggle?

Absolutely.

Life's really hard when you don't know
how to do anything.

After the games are over,
there'll be the mirror, Sergio,

and you and I
won't even be able to go near it.

Instead your father will be able
to look into it proudly

and say, "I was honest and upright."

God, Kira, you're depressing me!

I'm even depressing myself.

Do you believe in God?

Of course. Only on Mondays.

What does he want?

What do you think?
He's been tormenting me for years.

It would've been better to fuck him
ten years ago, and gotten rid of him.

And you, what do you wish for?

It's better not to wish.

Girls like me are stupid
when they dream.

With all the coke I'm giving the girls,
the villa in Sardinia,

I'm pissing away everything.

Something has to come in,
or I don't know what to do.

This party in Sardinia will be
the best investment of your life.

Villa Morena faces his place,

and he'll notice you
and your parade of whores,

and find a way to show his gratitude.

Let's hope so.

There, see? Speak of the devil...

I get horny when he calls you.

Good to know!

Darling...

I'm fine.

I'm at home with a friend of mine,
whom I want you to meet.

He's really sharp...

His name is Sergio Morra.

So come to the Bagaglino Show...

Yes...

Yes, I know, I know.

I mean, they're totally incompetent!

Where the hell are they going to go
with that pathetic majority?

I think you just need to be patient,
you'll be back in power soon.

Are you bored, love?

Just because your arm is hurting,
you think it's going to fall off!

Shall we do something
after the Bagaglino Show, darling?

Oh, that's a shame,
you have to go back.

Yeah, Geri was delighted.

This Bagaglino Show is such a pain.

The dickhead didn't show again!

Don't speak about him like that, love.

This cost me 300 euros
and it looks like shit.

Most powerful man in Italy,
time is money.

If only all you needed was a top
to make the difference, love!

Did you check me out properly, love?

Let's hope this shit doesn't go on too long.
Oh, God, here we go!

- What is it?
- Santino, it's me.

The check you gave me is no good.

- And ten thousand's not enough...
- No?

Shut up, Santino,
just shut up, you arsehole!

I want 40,000! Otherwise
I'll go straight to your wife.

And another thing,
I've got a pregnancy test tomorrow.

And if I am, get ready,

you'll have to sell that little house
at the Spanish Steps!

Look after yourself!

Couldn't we have got a taxi
to this fucking restaurant?

Stupid fucking idea, a walk through Rome!
Like I don't know it.

Funny how only Confalonieri
is informal with him.

- Galliani as well.
- No, Galliani isn't.

- Who said?
- I just know.

- You shouldn't have done that.
- Done what?

You've ruined everything.
You shouldn't have, Tamara.

It's him.

Him and his escort!

VILLA MORENA, SARDINIA

Methylenedioxymethamphetamine,
commonly known as MDMA,

stimulates the nervous system
and has empathogen properties.

It's perceived as a wave of pleasant
warmth that comes from below,

and this is defined
with the verb "to come up".

I'm coming UP!

- People say, "I'm coming up..."
- I didn't come up.

Unlike cocaine it causes
a state of sweet excitement,

called "smooth".

Smooth!

Sexual desire
isn't predatory and voracious,

but driven
by a sense of universal love

for other people
and inanimate objects.

An increased lack of judgment
is noticed

and an increased sense
of emotional disinhibition.

Which is why it is often called
the "love drug".

One of the most obvious effects
is the so-called "gurning".

Where the fuck are you, Silvio?

We should stay like this forever.

We should all stay like this forever.

I love you, Sergio.

I'm dying! Voila'!

Happy birthday, ma'am.

You're not even slightly funny.

I liked it better

when you wooed me with warm slippers
or a cashmere blanket,

because you'd discovered I was cold.

Later I realised
that women also like diamonds.

And little butterflies.

Aren't you going to take it?

I'm trying,
but it always seems further away.

I'm always moving away from it.

I'm very sorry
about your sister-in-law.

How's it going, sir?

To be honest, this place
is starting to piss me off.

What's in there?

A Communist.

- I'm going to throw him out.
- That's a good one.

My dear Fabrizio, how's it going?

I'd gladly come to the Margot,

but I really should stay at home
and be a good boy.

I have to win Veronica back.

Grandma says you know the Latin names
of all the plants.

That's true.
I studied with the Salesians.

They place a lot of emphasis
on Greek and Latin.

- What's this one called?
- Caryopteris.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I am.

When you clean the pond,
where do the swans go?

- They commit suicide.
- Really?

No, I was kidding.
They get moved to the other pond.

- Does the volcano work, Grandpa?
- Of course it works.

I'll show you sometime.
Look at that beautiful sea.

- Do you know that Putin...
- Who's Putin?

The head of Russia.

When Putin came to visit me

he was right out there
in the bay with two warships

and the missile cruiser Moskova.
A real spectacle.

- I don't believe it.
- You're sceptical today.

I can tell you've been spending time
with your grandma.

Grandpa, 12 of my classmates
say you're going to go to jail.

- How many are in your class?
- 30.

Well, that's about right.

According to a survey I commissioned,

30% of Italians
think I should be sent to jail.

Why?

Because they accuse me of tax fraud,
cooking the books, corrupting judges,

which everyone else does,
not your grandfather.

So will you go to jail?

No, because I am of sound mind,

while the judges
are all mentally ill,

and they hate us, me and you.

Do they hate Grandma too?

No. Because she's beautiful
and reads very serious books.

I don't think
anybody should go to jail.

You're a wonderful guarantor
of people's rights,

and I agree with you.
I dream of a world without jails.

Grandpa, you just stepped in poop.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did, just now.

Do you know what the great English
scientist Isaac Newton said?

"Appearances only deceive
mediocre minds."

You're not mediocre, so you have
to see that that's not what happened.

Your grandfather has never stepped
in poop his whole life, and never will.

The gardeners tilled the soil
which makes little balls of dirt

come up which have a texture
very similar to that of poop.

Do you understand now?

Yes, Grandpa.
It looks like poop. But it's not.

Bravo. What have you just learned?

- That soil is a lot like poop.
- No.

You have learned that truth
is the result of our tone of voice

and the conviction
with which we speak.

- So maybe it really was poop?
- And maybe Newton never said that.

Does it matter? No.

The only thing that matters
is that you believed me.

Ma'am, why always the same picture?

When my husband likes something,
he wants others just the same.

It's the same with his women too.

NEW JOKES

Who is that man who is always
with your husband, ma'am?

Paolo Spagnolo.

Is he his friend?

I don't think so.

My husband hates being alone.

And he very rarely likes
being a couple.

Paolo Spagnolo makes three.

- We'll broadcast that one.
- OK, sir.

But let me remind you
that in this clip,

you didn't talk about the topic
most dear to you,

- the constitutional referendum.
- It doesn't matter.

In this one, Mrs Ordinary
looks at me and thinks,

"I'd give it to him."

Will I return to power?

I'm 70 years old.

If the Left hangs on,
it will be another five years.

By then I'll be 75.

Age doesn't matter, sir.

My father-in-law has a friend
who's 92 and still does judo.

Not now, love.
I'm with the President.

OK, love, got it.
I'll call you later. I'll call you!

Excuse me, sir. My wife.

She's insisting I go
on Celebrity Survivors.

She says it'll be good for my career.

- I'm your career.
- That's what I tell her.

Can you play "Domenica bestiale"
by Concato?

No, sir, I don't like that song.

But I do.
It's our song, Veronica's and mine.

Beautiful, that. Keep going.

Only you make me feel in my heart

This love I can't forget

Listen, kid, you're taking advantage

Of my love for you
and then you pretend

That you're thinking of someone else
and you don't tell me

That you still love me
and you're happy now

This jealousy is killing me...

Listen, kid, you're taking advantage

Of my love for you
and then you pretend

That you're thinking of someone else
and you don't tell me

This jealousy is killing me...

Jealousy? I killed it years ago.

I could never have afforded
to be jealous, being with you.

- Well, so what's the problem?
- My dignity.

You mustn't touch that.

- And I never have.
- Yes, you have!

Seeing you in a hedge trying to solve
the Violetta Saba problem again

is the umpteenth attack
on my dignity.

And don't invent some crazy lies
and try to pass them off as the truth.

You can bewitch the Italians, but not me,
I've known you for 26 years.

Is that why you're so cold?

Yes.

"Never put aside money,
feelings, or thoughts.

"Because you can't use them later."

Natalia Ginzburg said that.

And it's the only thing a Communist
ever said that I totally agree with.

Veronica, I have to go to Rome
for two days.

For my hair.

It's not true it's over, you're here

Raging like someone
who can't scream any more

How the days change when it's you
who wants to change them

When the cold kills freedom

For you an hour's
always an hour and a bit

When it's night time
and you're awake as well

This war of hearts and minds

How long's it going to last?

I've lost it
but maybe you've already won it...

Papi.

Here you are! Michel Martinez,
the true heir to Maradona.

- Want to take a tour of the villa?
- With pleasure, sir.

- What are you reading, love?
- Saramago.

He insults you.

It's always gratifying to receive
the attentions of a Nobel Prize-winner.

I really loved Saramago's
Blindness.

Me too. A masterpiece.

You like it? Lovely, isn't it?

Come to AC Milan, we'll throw a big party,
with the volcano erupting.

- It really is something.
- I can imagine.

I also had an offer from Juventus.

Turn it down, please, or I'll die.

It's quite tempting,
because I really admired Agnelli.

- The man had class.
- Juve would make you play striker.

At AC Milan, you'd be number ten.

They're the ones who make history,
win the Ballon d'Or...

The others are just football cards.
You're better than Maradona.

No one's realised but me.
I understand football.

I've corrected the coach's formation
so often, and I'm always right!

I'm not sure I want a president
who pokes his nose into the locker room.

You have no idea
how many showgirls and models

you could get your hands on
with AC.

- That's not my priority.
- Are you gay?

I have nothing against gays.
In fact, 25 percent of me is gay.

Only it's lesbian.

No, I'm not gay,
even if I live with my mother.

I'm just not interested in showgirls.

- They're usually frivolous and exhibitionist.
- Bravo, Michel.

And distract us from what matters.

Our mothers, on the other hand...
are extremely important.

- Who is your idol?
- Gullit.

- And yours?
- My father.

I'd have thought Agnelli.

My dear Michel, Agnelli inherited
his fortune. I made mine.

It's up to you to write the amount.

As you see, with AC Milan,
you really can have it all.

Having it all is not enough.

Does it seem right to you
that I am still in opposition?

It doesn't to me.

I'll meet him at the cactuses.

My dear Minister.

President.

- How are you?
- Like a wealthy retiree.

The Communists
snatched the Government from me,

my children, my companies.

All I have left is Veronica,
who views me as the origin of all evil.

How about you?

You're awfully morose.

This isn't politics, this is pussy.

How did you know, Silvio?

I don't know anything, I understand.

An indefatigable lover of my calibre

immediately comprehends
when another man suffers for love.

Well, that's precisely
what I want to talk to you about.

On one condition...
that you don't omit her name.

Otherwise I'll spend all my time
trying to figure out who she is,

I'll end up not listening,
and won't be able to help you!

Tamara Mona. Do you know her'?

By Sight.

A good-looking woman.

Galbiati was keeping her.

I remember because one time Galbiati
used a phrase I found distasteful,

he said, "She's my whore."

She's mine as well.
But now she's blackmailing me.

I'm terrified, Silvio. Terrified!

My sterling reputation
could be destroyed in an instant.

Evidently, this woman's no good.

That's my problem, Silvio.

I only fall in love with sluts.

Do you know why, Santino?

Because you're a slut as well!

But I'll give you a hand,
nevertheless.

Thank you, Silvio.

Now, recite a poem in my honour.

Yes...

Fresh insights, legendary generosity,
compelling smile.

Conceited fool, wicked Judas,
ridiculous little creature.

See? I'm a poet too.
Those verses are for you.

I'm sorry, Silvio,
I don't understand.

You need to understand three things.

One...

I am young.

Two...

you are old.

Three...

If you want to take my place,
you have to come and talk with me,

not go plotting behind my back.

- Who told you that?
- Cupa.

She's two-faced, Silvio.

She urged me
to stand as your successor

and then tells you I have ambitions.
She set a trap for me.

Listen carefully, Santino.

Whoever is not with me is against me.

They'll be kicked out the party
and beheaded politically.

You basked in the sun,
but now you'll step into the shadows,

eventually ending up in a dark room.

TV journalists
won't seek you out anymore,

my allies will discredit you,
and I will liquidate you with a joke.

I don't deserve such a fate, Silvio.
I'm a self-made man.

Like hell you are, Santino!

Here in Italy,
the only self-made man is me.

You, on the other hand, are merely
a vulgar political parasite.

And you've broken my balls.

Silvio, I beg you! I beg you!

You left your phone at home, sir.

Another of Veronica's bright ideas.
"No mobile phone day".

Binoculars.

What is that ghastly thing?

I made it.

Actually, I don't dislike it.

You know, you're becoming pretty good
at sculpting, love.

- Where's Mariano?
- At the villa, sir.

He suffers from seasickness.

Feeling lonely?

No, love. It's just that the sound
of the sea annoys me.

I could use
some of Mariano's music now.

Agnelli, on his boat,
had the portrait Bacon did of him.

We have Apicella.

We also have
your wonderful sculpture.

Why, with all those TV channels,
did you never do any cultural shows?

I did. We've got Mike.

Mike Bongiorno?
Those were quiz shows.

About general culture.

So why did you fire him
without even a phone call?

Daniela, his wife, called me.
She says that he was really hurt.

It wasn't my decision.

Mike gave you your head start,
he gave you his all for 30 years.

All he wants is for you to call him.

I would, if only I had my phone.

- Antonellina, do you have your phone?
- Yes, sir.

- Do you have Mike Bongiorno's number?
- No, sir.

There!

What is it?

A mystery. I've never understood
anything about engines.

Now what do we do?

Now do you understand
what mobile phones are for?

Let's wait and enjoy the sea.

You're not afraid of the void?

No, because I look at it from afar.

When I was eight, I decided I didn't
want to make my first communion.

So I didn't.

A woman of character.

Which is why I wanted you so much.

You wanted me so much
because I was 24 and beautiful.

No, Veronica, not exactly.

You weren't beautiful.

You were of an astounding beauty!

I was useful.

But now I'm 50. And no longer feel needed,
by myself, or anyone else.

I can understand that. The dreadful
suspicion of being superfluous.

This idea is killing me.

Michel Martinez prefers to go to Juventus
even though he'd earn less,

and I can't get back to government.
I'm a man of action.

I can't live without projects.

So why can't I manage even a single one
anymore, Veronica? Why?

Every now and then, I'm so desperate
I think I'll buy another huge house.

We already have 20, Silvio.

We have it all.

Having it all isn't enough.

- Who said that?
- I did.

If you really want to win me back,
why don't we go to Cambodia,

and do a walking tour
of the temples at Anghor?

Love, do you want me to get you
an appointment with Maltese?

He's a terrific neurologist.

Do you remember how,
two years before we got together,

you courted me all evening
at a party?

You've told me that before, but I swear,
I simply do not remember.

Well, do you at least remember
the song we were listening to

when we had our first kiss?

No. I swear I don't remember.

You remember the servants' names
at each of your villas,

but you don't remember our song?

Love is all about these tiny details.

Was this the song, by any chance?

Oi, stop breaking my balls!

Silvio, I have a net worth
of 1.7 billion dollars,

I'm number 882 on Forbes' list
of the world's richest men,

the 19th richest in Italy.

Two factors allowed me
to become so rich:

one, we've been partners for years.

Two, I have never renounced
my principles.

On the contrary,
I have adhered to them.

Now...

...after years of profits,

our clients suddenly lost big
because I made a bad call.

My fault. My fault.

My most grievous enormous fault.

So this is what I propose, I know
it may sound crazy, but this is it.

Let's reimburse them, Silvio.

Let's reimburse them.

No finance company
would ever do such a thing.

Which is why we have to do it.

Let's reimburse them,
and they'll be grateful.

It will cost us 160 million euros,
and we'll have to cut the dividend,

but I'm sure that this gesture
will bring in new investments.

Let's do it, Silvio.

Let's do it.
It pays to be good, I always say.

And altruism
is the best way to be selfish.

This is another of my principles.

- OK, Ennio, let's do it.
- You're a genius!

- But it was your idea!
- Exactly why you're a genius.

Only a genius would give away
160 million euros like that,

for someone else's idea.

Now tell me what's making you sad.

25,000 people.

- So few?
- Yes. So few.

Do you realise I lost the election
by a mere 25,000 votes?

Which, put a different way,
is a mere six senators of difference.

Precisely.

Losing heart for so little?
That's not the Silvio I know.

- So what should I do?
- Simple.

Convince six senators
to come over to your side.

At the first vote of confidence
they lose, the Government falls.

An election is called.

You win, and you form
the next Government.

Convince six senators?

What have we clone all our lives,
Silvio?

We've sold things.

Salesmen, that's what we are.
The best there are.

What is a salesman, Silvio?

Two things.
The salesman is a lonely man.

But we're not interested in that
because it would only depress us.

So put that aside,
but don't forget it,

the salesman is the loneliest man
in the world,

because he talks constantly
and never listens.

We're interested in the other thing.

A salesman is a persuader.

We convince other people.

Basically, people don't want to buy.
They're afraid.

And then we come along.

And we convince them.

And what is it we convince them of?

Of the virtue of our dreams.

And we don't leave
the negotiating table

until our dreams
have become theirs as well.

That's when they buy.

And we are happy.

You taught me all this, dear Silvio.

Because you're the greatest salesman
I've ever known.

Ennio, that was another life for me.

I don't remember
how to do it anymore.

People don't change, Silvio.

No one can escape his own skin.

You remember perfectly well.

Many years ago,
when you were a builder,

you constructed an entire city,
in the midst of a building crisis,

when nothing was moving,
you sold every single unit there.

You're the man who managed to have
the routes of the planes altered,

because the Milano 2 houses
were depreciating sharply in value.

Starting
with one local cable TV station,

you built the largest
private television empire in Europe,

which you sold to the entire country.
Can I stop here?

So...

...you're saying I should convince
six senators to come over to my side?

Yes. That's what I'm saying.

Send for them, convince them,
sell them your dream of the future.

Throw your whole self into it, Silvio.

Altruism is the best way
to be selfish.

Ennio, the smartest move I ever made
was teaming up with you.

Mine too, Silvio.

Mine too.

Hello?

Good evening, Elide.

Who is this?

Augusto Pallotta, head of sales
at Pallotta Real Estate Ltd.

And does this seem to you the time
to call people to sell an apartment?

Yes, ma'am,

because this is when decent people
like ourselves cultivate our dreams.

Listen, I don't have time to waste.

Neither do I, ma'am.
If I'm calling you now,

it's because I can assure you
not only are we not wasting time,

but rather improving it.

I don't need an apartment.

Yes, ma'am,
everyone dreams of owning a home.

Or, if they already own one, they dream
of another, larger, comfier, prettier.

Or maybe one for a child
who's getting married.

- Do you have children?
- Yes, a daughter.

But, listen...

Wouldn't you like to see
the same joy in her eyes

as when she was eight
in the school play,

and you were there to watch her?

Wouldn't you like to give her
a special gift

to make her forget that day
when you were crying on the couch,

and she came up behind you
and said in that sad voice,

"I'm here, Mum, and I love you"?

Who are you, again?

I'm Augusto Pallotta, ma'am,

and I've sold
more than 15,000 apartments.

You can check if you like.

And do you know
why I've sold so many?

Because I don't only sell apartments,
I sell dreams.

It's late for dreams.

Says who?

I haven't told you anything yet.

I haven't told you about
our zero-interest mortgages.

I haven't told you my dream,
and you haven't told me yours.

Look, let me go.

Tomorrow's Another Day is on Canale 5.
I want to see how it ends.

I'll tell you how it ends.

It ends happily, ma'am.

Loretta and Flavio get back together
and have a second child.

Wouldn't you like your life to be
like the show you were watching?

I can make that happen,
I can make that happen!

Listen to me, ma'am,
I don't have time to waste either,

or I'd have hung up already

if we weren't building
right near your home, in Borgo Roma,

and my men have been collecting names
and they gave me your file.

But I don't want to sell
to the first person who walks by.

I want to sell to people like you,

decent, good people,
people who have suffered.

In your voice I can hear a pain
coming from far away.

And I know that not only do you need
to leave that pain behind,

but you deserve to!

Do you understand what I'm saying?
You deserve to bury that pain, ma'am!

Because it's not your fault.

Of course it's not my fault if that arsehole
ran off with a 24 year-old beautician.

Listen to me, ma'am, I am a man,

so it would be easy and natural
for me to justify your husband.

But I'm respected in my work
because I tell the truth.

And the truth is
men are limited beings.

They are slaves
to infantile temptations.

They do not see the future,
which they later regret.

I know that your husband has already
tried to come back home to you,

because he couldn't keep up
with a 24-year-old,

and that you quite rightly
told him to go to hell.

At his first blunder,
the girl got fed up.

He tried to come back home, making
all sorts of excuses and promises.

But all those excuses and promises
sounded stale to you.

Whereas all you want now is novelty.

And I am an angel of the night,
come to offer you novelty.

How do you know all this about me?

I know the script of life!

You don't become the most successful
salesman in all of Italy

without knowing
the hopes and pains of your clients.

And tonight
I chose only one client...

...you.

Look, you are really intrusive.
I don't trust you.

It sounds to me like a scam.
I think you're a swindler.

Did you hear me?

Are you offended?

OK, I'm sorry I called you a swindler,
but I don't know you.

OK, then, goodbye.

1,300 square feet,
southern exposure,

half a mile from your current address,
Via Manzoni 21, ultramodern.

The living room?

I'm 5 foot 6, so imagine me lying
on the floor and multiply by seven,

and you'll have the length
of the room.

Balconies 12 feet deep,
which run along the entire facade.

Air-conditioning in all rooms,
electric shutters.

We provide the refrigerator, which can
be controlled from your mobile phone.

We also provide the phone.

A technician will explain
how it works.

The apartment is beautiful,
but the complex is stunning.

Golf carts right outside your door,

for visiting new friends
in the neighboring buildings.

A little lake with swans.

Two swimming pools,
one indoors, heated.

Sauna, a condominium massage room,

armchairs in the lobby
with a 24-hour doorman,

a large play area
for the grandchildren you will have.

A citrus grove, a community centre
with an art gallery,

a small amphitheatre for plays,
because culture is fundamental,

and a proper volcano, with fireworks
for your loved ones' birthdays.

Because parties are fundamental, too.

Tennis, football, gym, ice-cream shop,

pizzeria, two restaurants,
one fish, one meat.

Finally, an antique carousel
in the centre of the square.

Now tell me,
have I not thought of everything?

Well, I must say, you really have
thought of everything.

But is it really only half a mile away?
I haven't seen anything.

Because it's all still on paper!

Work begins in a month, keys in six.

But...

...there's a little problem.

What is that?

The price is a little higher
than current market prices.

That might not be such a problem.

I still have to sell
my mother's shop downtown.

Did you hear me?

Are you still there, sir?

I will always be here for you.

You asked me earlier
if I was offended.

I'm never offended!

If you did to someone

What you did to me

This man would have killed you

You wanna know why?

Because on this earth

Women like you

Shouldn't have to be

For an honest man like me

Woman

You're a bad low-down woman

You made these eyes cry

Tears and misfortune

Woman

You're worse than a viper

You've poisoned my soul

I can't live this way any longer

Woman

You're sweet as sugar

But your angel face

You use for deceiving

Woman

You're the most beautiful woman

I love you and I hate you

I can never forget you

Fantastic!

You're great!

Veronica...

Silvio...
I've fallen in love with you.

Disinfection.

Silvio, thank you for forgiving me.

Listen...

...I spoke with my uncle.

That's why I forgave you.
What did he say?

He says your idea of convincing
six senators is beautiful and poetic,

but pointless, Silvio.

What's needed instead
is something more concrete,

more material,
that's what he says.

I understand.

My dear Senator, did you get a drink?

I did.
I asked for an Arnone lemonade,

and they had it!
Usually I can never find it.

We have everything.

- Would you like a tour of the villa?
- Gladly, thank you.

- How was the flight?
- Perfect.

Thanks to the private plane
you kindly provided.

How's your son? Michele, isn't it?

Fine, fine. He's just graduated
and is looking for a job.

Tell him he's found one.

I'm sure there'll be a place
in one of my companies.

Didn't you divest them
over the conflict of interest?

Well, Senator, now I would like
to talk to you about a dream.

Please, sir, for once,
would you listen to me while I speak?

Right, you would like me
to come over to your side,

that I help you,
along with five other senators

to topple the Centre-Left majority,
of which I'm a member.

You are asking me to betray.

In love we betray,
but in politics, we change our mind.

Sacrosanct.

But I doubt I will change my mind.
Do you know why?

Not because you label Italian
magistrates a bunch of subversives,

or because you hired a Mafioso
as a stable manager.

The self-serving laws you had passed
to further your economic interests

or to avoid ending up in jail,
they're not a problem either.

Not because
the wealthiest man in Italy,

who owns three national TV networks,

could simultaneously be
the head of government.

And not because your politics are
nothing more than populist propaganda

at the expense of our poor people...

So if all these inferences
of yours are not the reason,

then, excuse me for asking,
why did you come all the way here

to tell me
that you won't switch sides?

Because I wanted to switch sides.
That's exactly the point!

The problem is that, while I waited for you,
I remembered something.

What?

What the writer Javier Marias
said about you.

Oh, God, another one!
What did this one have to say?

He said that when you attend
international summits,

you play the master of the house,
with all yourjokes and antics,

merely because you suffer
an enormous inferiority complex.

This is the reason
I cannot side with you.

Because your inferiority complex
embarrasses me.

And, believe me, at my age,

embarrassment is something
I can no longer allow myself.

Dear Senator,

do you know what happens
when someone uses psychology on me?

No, what?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing happens.

And do you know what happens
when I use psychology on other people?

No, what?

The engine starts revving.

I start making money.

How's your cultural foundation doing,
Rizzo?

In the red, two million euros,
because“.

FIRST

SECOND

THIRD

FOURTH

There, 20 seconds,

that's how long it takes my companies
to bring in two million euros.

How would you feel about voting with us,
maybe even in the next round?

FIFTH

Can you arrange for Barletta
to play the German Chancellor?

Actually, the director wanted
a German actress of about 60.

Barletta's not for me.

BERLUSCONI - HEAD OF DRAMA AT RAI

But she's close to a senator
I'm trying to convince to come over.

I'll see what we can do.
Barletta will do just fine.

Thank you, you're a sweetie.

Could you give me a hand with Gardin?

Right, Silvio, as regards Gardin,

they thought for Marietta she was
a little too modern, let's say.

You think? The more I think about it
Gardin was doing fine.

Let's be honest, though.

The problem, though, is that they all
want to be Joan of Arc or Mata Hari

or Rita Levi Montalcini
when she receives the Nobel.

You think I don't know they're all
bimbos who have no idea how to act?

PHONE TAPS

Listen, how's it going
with the senators?

Pretty good, I'd say.

SIXTH

- Silvio, did you read them?
- Read what'?

The papers published your wiretapped
conversations with Martino.

I get mentioned as well. The papers
are calling me. What should I do?

To begin with, don't call me,
because your phone is tapped for sure.

I need to go now. Bye.

Wait, what about us?

Us what?

Excuse me,
why are you acting so cold?

I'm not cold, I'm being wiretapped.

What about my role
in St. Teresa of Avila?

- I studied so hard for that.
- What about my political role?

And my international reputation?

And the reaction of my children
when they read about this?

And my wife's wounded dignity?

Don't call me again, Manuela!

Where are you going?

To Cambodia, to see the temples,
a walking holiday.

- Are you mad at me?
- No.

At myself.

Are you leaving the Centre-Right?

Yes. And with great regret.

I will be joining
the centrist grouping.

The contents of these phone taps
are unacceptable.

I'm very sorry about my links
with President Berlusconi,

but I honestly knew nothing
about this dark side of his.

I feel he has hurt me
as a member of his party,

but, above all, as a woman.

Gaia, do "Mille lire al mese"
for Mr President.

Silvio, you hear how good she is?

I studied whistling technique
in Dubai.

And she's not just good,
she's beautiful.

And I brought her here
because she's dying to meet you.

Bravo, Fabrizio, but now you can take
her back. You go as well, Fabrizio.

Dear Veronica,

I read as well.

Come, dear.

I have a favourite writer as well.

Dino Buzzati.

I memorised a passage of his.

"While you're at a cocktail party,

"brushing against
young women's backs,

"or dancing, feeling your chest
pressed against tender breasts,

"at that precise moment,
in a small, smoke-filled room

"is a young man working

"and who, cursing perhaps,
does what you should be doing.

"There, the young man
in that room was me."

But I am him no longer.

Happy birthday to you

All the best!

30 years are fucking nothing!

They're absolutely nothing!

Oh, life, oh, my life

Oh, heart of my heart

You were my first love

And first and last you will be for me

How many nights I haven't seen you

I haven't held you in my arms

You can't come in.

You're joking?
I'm the manager of the club.

You still can't come in.

Furthermore, just a little warning...

I never joke.

You make me cry for you

Oh, life, oh, my life

Oh, heart of my heart

You were my first love

And first and last
you will be for me

Silvio, do you know Sergio Morra?

I've heard talk of him.

Good things, I hope, President.

Did you receive the sweaters
I sent you?

Yes, dear boy, I think so.

Kira told me you threw a big party,
with lots of girls.

Yeah, we had fun.

Come by the house, tomorrow,
away from all this chaos.

With great pleasure, President.

May I introduce my partner,
Tamara, President?

Very pleased to meet you.

Would you like to dance, President?

Why not?

Well, was that OK?

Oh, God, thank you, President.

Where are you from, Tamara?

Rome, President,

then I met Sergio
and followed him to Taranto.

By the way,
Santino is still in love with you.

I'm a bit tired...

I'm going to go soon.

Hello.

Good morning, Mr President.

Tamara made this to thank you
for the necklace you gave her last night.

Did you rent that villa and fill it
with beautiful girls to catch my eye?

Well, it worked.

Congratulations.

For what?

For bringing down the Government.

A brilliant move,
convincing six senators.

Now, after the election,
you can return to power.

I'm thinking about
my first cabinet meeting.

I want to hold it in Naples,
a city I love, suffocated by trash.

I'll bring growth to the South,
I'm going to create new jobs,

liberalisation, lower taxes
and stimulate growth.

And build the bridge to Sicily.

While that Cupa Caiafa...

Has made the greatest fuck-up
of her life.

She didn't think I was capable
of bringing down the Government.

First mistake.

Then she tried to muddy the waters
by going over to the centrists.

Second mistake.

Now she's formed her little party
on the right

and is trying to extort a few seats
from me. Third mistake.

She will end up with nothing.
What would you like?

My dream is to become a Euro MP.

Or to get into the area of public
works if I could win some contracts.

- I like to keep busy.
- I'll introduce you to someone.

But, Sergio, I want to throw
a big party here, with the girls.

- How many do you have?
- 28.

- Not enough.
- I can find lots more.

Good,
but they have to be trustworthy.

I allow mobile phones, but I don't want
any videos being snuck out of here.

Remember, this villa
is an official government residence.

Of course.

Have them come in simple attire,
light makeup, no heels.

We're not very tall.

And no girls for hire. I've never
needed to pay, I love to seduce.

Why would we need girls like that?
They all love you!

You have no idea
how many insist on meeting you.

Ever since Playboy did
that sexy politician poll

and I finished first,
I've been besieged.

The other day a girl asked me,

"President, what must I do
to sleep with you?"

I told her to talk to my secretary.

As for food,
I was thinking pizza and champagne.

That could work, right?

And Michele will make homemade
ice cream for everyone.

No drugs.
That's something I will not tolerate.

Absolutely. I've also prepared
a surprise for you, a little dance...

Oh, and the girls can sleep over
if they want.

All right, sir.

Come,
and bring along a few girlfriends.

Beautiful friends,
though, no whores...

You graduated, right?

Then get yourself some eyeglasses

and show up with a couple
of newspapers. He likes that sort.

Don't disappoint me, Livia.

So you'll come?

Listen, you're going to see all sorts
of things, just don't give a fuck.

Girls, have breakfast and we'll go
over the dance once more.

What a pain!

- Well, why did you want to see me?
- I have an opportunity for you.

- You for me?
- Me for you.

The "Olgettine" girls, yours,
I need them.

They're all on holiday,
who knows where?

I don't give a shit. Round them up.
You're drowning in debt, Fabrizio.

Bring him the girls
and I'll convince him to help you.

You'll help me?

You'll end up
being treated like shit.

Flushed down the toilet.

Hey, babe, we're on again.

There's a great dream

Living in us

We're the freedom people

President, we're with you

Just as well Silvio's here

Long live Italy

The Italy that chose
to keep believing in this dream

President, we're with you

Just as well Silvio's here

Long live Italy

The Italy that chose
to keep believing in this dream

President, we're with you

Just as well Silvio's here

President, this is for you

Just as well Silvio's here!

Have you seen how many books
people have written, attacking me?

The Left can't figure me out.

They think that everything
is always complicated.

And instead it's all so simple.

You have the charisma of a brook.

You bring freshness and wellbeing
to the valleys,

and you satisfy people's thirst.

That's all.

Listen now, girls!

I have the charisma of a brook.

He has the hands of a king,
he should be wearing a ring.

My son will study him at school.
He's incredible.

Just in servants
he must employ 10,000 people.

Do you think he cries?

His wife's mad.

He's not as short as they say.

With those new eyes
he has a Middle Eastern charm.

I want to live in his head.

He drives me wild
when he dresses as an admiral.

- Tell me this is true.
- It's true.

We have so many beautiful ladies
here this evening.

My Cicerenella,
you're good and beautiful

My Cicerenella,
you're good and beautiful!

Bravo!

Thank you, thank you.

I'll tell you a joke now.

Do you know the difference
between Christianity and Communism?

- No.
- No.

The first preaches poverty,

the second creates it.

Good one!

Now, if you want,
you can go and dance.

Michele has homemade ice cream
for everyone.

Or a ride on the carousel.

Whatever you like, girls, have fun.

Have fun!

President,

EXCUSE me...

About that dream of mine
of becoming a Euro MP,

I wanted to tell you
my thoughts on Georgia...

Please, why do you want
to spoil everything?

Stella...

...why don't you come sit on my lap?

Maybe in a bit.

I have to go to the bathroom a sec.

Excuse me a moment, Kira.

What the fuck do you want?
Bugger off out of here!

Girls, I mean...

Do you know why this is happening?

Because, for him,
I'm just another accessible thing.

Only Stella is ten years younger
than me.

Do you feel old?

I feel stupid.

Why do you do it?

It doesn't cost me anything.

And men like it so much.

No. You love him.

Perhaps.

President, what are you doing here?

I wanted to show you something.

Isn't that hysterical?

You have...

...such beautiful skin.

Aren't you coming through?

There are some important old men
through there.

Men who determine the fate
of TV actors.

You want to be an actress, I'm told.

I'm not so sure.

Maybe you're interested
in politics, then?

I need some young women like you,
smart and pretty,

for the upcoming European elections.

I want to rejuvenate
the whole parliamentary spectrum.

Except for yourself.

You really do have beautiful skin.

And an even more beautiful mouth.

Don't you like my party?

May I speak freely?

You're in the house of freedom!

No, I don't like it.

Why not? What's not to like?

There's music, merriment,
and good food.

And then what?

That is something...

...only you can decide.

Are you mad at me?

Do you think
I have shown you disrespect?

If so, I apologise.

No, no disrespect.

In your own way,
you are kind and gentlemanly.

So what's wrong?

Your breath
smells like my grandfather's.

Which is neither sweet
nor bad smelling.

What is it, then?

It's merely the breath of an old man.

Sorry, I didn't want to offend you.

I never take of fence.

It's just that I feel uncomfortable.

I'm sorry. But why?

Because I'm 20 and you're 70.

Because I'm pathetic for being here,

and you're pathetic when you pay me
compliments and offer me apologies.

It's pathetic that you took off your shoes
and are sitting cross-legged

to make yourself seem young.

It's all so pathetic, President.

And sad.

And you can't build anything
on sadness.

Not even a fuck.

At your age,
happiness should be a civic duty.

At my age, happiness is only a wish.

What are you doing?

I think it's best if I go now.

Summer's over for me.

Come on, stay. Maybe later we'll set off
the volcano. It's a real sight.

Where did we go wrong, Sergio?

When we thought
we were smarter than them.

Are you pregnant?

I was.

Jump, jump!

I swear to be loyal to the Republic,

to observe faithfully
the Constitution and the laws,

and to exercise my duties
in the exclusive interest of the nation.

What happened, ma'am?

I lost my dentures
while I was fleeing.

I'll get you a new set.

Thank you.

I'm 5 foot 6.

Imagine me lying on the ground

and multiply that by four,
that's the size of your living room.

You will all have new houses,
anti-seismic, built in record time.

L'Aquila will have a new town.

Because I always keep my promises.

Jesus Christ!
We want Jesus Christ back!

Call Mike.

He's miserable.

There are lots of rumours that
I'm not interested in governing,

that all I care about are girls,
and that...

Unfortunately, the rumours
will become even more insistent

if you don't go to address
the UN next week.

I have a backache.

The UN will let you speak
even with a backache.

Send Santino.

They want you, not him.

I can understand that.

There's another thing,
delicate and annoying.

It seems that a sort of handbook
has been drawn up,

agreed by various foreign ministers,

regarding how you should behave
at international summits.

No kisses, no hugs,
no pats on the back,

no jokes, no pranks,
no gestures, no peek-a-boo.

I do as I please.

My electors like the way I behave
with other heads of state.

At least your jokes, Silvio.
Could you at least avoid telling jokes?

What do they have against jokes?

What about Churchill, then?

He was famous for his jokes.

Silvio, Churchill
had to exorcise a world war.

Prime Minister,
ready for your massage.

Paolo, don't you think there
should be a museum dedicated to me?

Not yet, sir.

New York?

No, Naples.

Welcome back, love.

Do you like the temple?
I had it built for you.

Would you like to go to our house
in Portofino for a weekend?

Silvio, don't you understand
why I came back?

Because it's first night at the opera

and, after a while,
Cambodia on foot is a real drag.

I came back to divorce you.

You don't actually believe all
that nonsense in the leftist papers?

Don't you see
that it's all a plot to destroy me?

The Left has done nothing but let you off.
That's its greatest fault.

Now, try to be a man,
and not a clown.

You're not on TV,
it's just you and me here.

A husband and wife at the most
painful moment of their relationship.

The moment of failure.

I came back merely to tell you

that I am bringing the curtain down
on my married life with you.

- Why?
- You're a sick man.

- What are you saying?
- And you need psychiatric help.

That's enough. Please.
You're being melodramatic.

I'll try to be less melodramatic.

Good. Wasn't there a shell here?

A man, a father,
who goes with minors, what is he?

A head of state who fills his home
with scumbags and whores

who blackmail him, what is he?

A leader who nominates bimbos
for the European election, what is he?

He's a crazy, sick man.
That's what he is.

Was that less melodramatic?

Remember what Borboni said
when she saw you in the theatre?

"You were good, dear, just a shame
I couldn't hear anything!"

That doesn't offend me.
I know I was never a good actress.

Not only were you no actress,
but you were a bimbo, too,

though they weren't called that then.

Fine, but remember that this bimbo

became the mother
of your three children.

Look what you became!

Maybe that's why I felt the need
for companionship.

So what are you going to do?
Embrace your hired lackeys' theory?

The wife doesn't look after the husband
so he sees minors and prostitutes?

What minors! Noemi is the daughter
of a Socialist I've known forever.

Elio Letizia.

Well, who is he?

He was Craxi's driver.

Craxi's children say that
his driver was called Nicola.

Nobody knows your Letizia.

He's someone I discussed
the Neapolitan candidates with.

He has a perfume shop, Silvio.

Why would the leader of a party

discuss something of such importance
with a perfume seller?

Veronica... don't be ridiculous.

I'm not, in fact. You're the one
who's ridiculous, Silvio.

And pathetic.

You're a sick man, Silvio,
not because you like women,

but because you had much better
things to do, but you didn't.

You had an extraordinary opportunity
to help the Italians, but you didn't.

Because you've never been interested
in the Italians, but only yourself.

That's why you are sick, Silvio.

If there is a God somewhere,

he will never forgive you
for what you've done. Never!

You wanted to be a statesman,

you even aspired
to become President of the Republic,

but you're still nothing
but a salesman.

When you were young, you sold things.

But when you became Prime Minister,
you simply sold out.

You sold out on Italian culture,
people's hopes, and women's dignity!

- And you sold out on me.
- I sold out on you?

I put you at the centre of the world

when that world
was about to forget you

even before it could begin
to remember your name.

What gives you the right
to say such mean things to me?

What have you ever done in life

to make you think
you can make such awful accusations?

Just because you've raised three children,
you think you have the right?

Well, now that you've established
who I am, let me tell you who you are.

You're devoid of all vitality.
You're cold and formal.

You've built a world
of intolerable rules.

Before you laugh, you ask yourself
if it's right to laugh.

What kind of life is that?

I may not have rules, but at least
I'm alive, and full of vigour.

In the end, I'll be able to say
I took the opportunities life offers!

But you have always thought

that life was a long, painful
assumption of responsibilities.

That's sad.
Much sadder than my behaviour.

You don't have any real stimuli.

All those things, weird philosophies,
temples, sculpture,

they're all fluff. Fluff!

The illusions of one who refuses
to face life for what it really is.

And it was my money that allowed you
to avoid facing the fact

that life is full
of shit and humiliations.

But I went and dirtied my hands
for you and our children,

and I did it better than anyone else
in this whole country.

I built a financial
and political empire.

Fine, Silvio, fine.

You've spent a lifetime telling us
and yourself how brilliant you are!

We've had enough of it.
And you want to know something else?

It's not true.

It's not true you're as skilful
as you say you are.

Your skill as a businessman consists
in having cheated your whole life.

You are so naive!

What do you think
every other businessman,

here and around the world, does?

Do you think they're all blessed
with righteousness except for me?

Let me tell you a truth

that's never penetrated
into your little bell jar of a life.

They're all like me.

They're all prepared either to go
around obstacles or knock them down.

But I did it better than the rest of them,
because I am the best.

You're just a child
who's afraid of dying.

But I have a duty
to be completely honest with you.

You're not good.

You survived thanks to Craxi

and criminals
who did the dirty work for you

and ended up in jail as a result.

And your beloved TV stations?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Silvio,
but you didn't invent a thing.

You merely bloated the schedules

with advertising,
promotional messages, soap operas,

racy variety shows, B-movies,
and idiotic quiz shows.

You're always bragging, but you're worth
much less than you think.

So, all these years, you've been
thinking I had no qualities?

So why did you stay with me
all this time, then?

The only motivation
you and your idiot cronies had

in governing this country
was your sex drive, your vanity,

and protecting your hoard.

So now we're getting divorced,
you're not interested in my hoard?

You're going to walk away?

I have my children to think about.

The great alibi all women produce
when it comes to a separation.

Answer my question.

I Pity you!

You and your friends.

It's like you stepped out
of some Totò and Peppino film.

You came from the countryside
with your money in your mattress,

your dandy voices,

and your tongues hanging out
at the idea of meeting the pin-up girls.

That's what you are,

the same old comic characters,
pretending to be modern.

You haven't answered, dear.

Why did you stay with me
all this time

if you never thought
I had any qualities?

Tell me, please.

No, you answer, for once.

The question everyone always asks.

Where did your fortune come from?

My father lent me
30 million lire to get started.

That's not true.

It was 113 billion lire,

and no one has ever figured out
where it came from. So tell me.

I avail myself
of the right to remain silent.

I'm not a judge.

To me, it's as if you've answered.

But you haven't answered.

You never reveal yourself.

Not even to me.

You are one long,
uninterrupted performance, Silvio.

And what about you?

Isn't yours
a long performance as well?

I fell in love with a sweet girl
from Emilia.

You had a beautiful Bolognese accent.

What's left of that healthy,
clever, happy girl,

with a head full of dreams?

You put on airs I can't understand.

You're eternally standoffish,
prickly, and formal.

It's true, I never reveal myself,
Veronica, but you...

...I don't recognise you anymore.

Do you want to know
what's left of that girl?

Nothing.

Nothing's left.

I've grown old.

And I've grown old badly.

- And it's my fault.
- I didn't say that.

Please answer me.

Why did you stay with me
all this time

if you never thought
I had any qualities?

Because I was in love.

That was your quality.

You made me fall in love.

Call Mike.

You hurt him.

Sir, I'm going.

Where?

What do you mean, where'?
Celebrity Survivors.

With two suitcases?

You're not even allowed
a toothbrush there.

- I'll try and hide them.
- And what have you got in them?

Mozzarella, provola,
my espresso maker.

Come back soon.

If I come back later,
it's because I won.

Then you'll be back soon.

Why won't they let me govern?

Why won't they let me run this
country the way I did my companies?

Instead the leftist judges
torment me with trials,

my political opponents
attack me every day,

and everyone snoops around
in my private life?

I don't understand it.

What did you expect?

That you could be the richest man
in the country,

be Prime Minister,
and everyone would be crazy for you?

Yes, that's exactly what I expected.

Well, you never got off that cruise ship
where we played as kids.

Or maybe I never got on it.

You know something?

A few days ago, in some magazine,

there were photos
of all your supposed girlfriends.

And I noticed...

...they all look like Veronica.

Why don't you try again, Silvio?

One day there was a girl here.

Stella she was called.

I approached her and she said to me...

..."You have my grandfather's breath...

"...which is neither sweet
nor bad smelling.

"It's just the breath of an old man."

I didn't have the courage
to tell her the truth.

That evidently...

...her grandfather and I use...

...the same brand of denture cleaner.

It's too late to win back Veronica,
Fedele, it's too late.

I had big dreams.

They've become nightmares.

Daniela was really worried about me
when I was fired.

She thought I was upset.

But what made me feel upset
was that you didn't fire me yourself.

Daniela would say,
"Why hasn't Silvio called?

"You've worked together
your whole lives."

And I'd tell her, "He'll call, you'll see,
as soon as he has a moment."

I was right.

You're sad, Silvio.

This is the first time
I've ever seen you sad.

The only time I really had fun
was when I was selling houses.

As I let slip with Enzo Biagi,
I went into politics to avoid jail,

to salvage what I could,
and to control the TV regulations.

But I really wanted to do something
for my country.

I truly love Italy,
as I said when I entered politics.

But no one believed me, Mike.

No one.

They say I haven't ever kept
a single promise.

They say that,
after all these scandals,

my political career is coming to an end.
Is that true, do you think?

I don't know, Silvio.

I don't follow politics much.

Once, back when I was still skiing,
I was in a mountain hut,

and this lady asked me,
"Mr Bongiorno, who are you, really?"

I was dumbfounded.

Because I didn't know.

Do you know what the difference is
between you and me, Mike?

Inside here, you only have memories.
I have plans.

What a strange job you had, Mike.

Hosting quiz shows your whole life.

It's a bit silly,
if you think about it.

- What?
- If you want, you can sleep here.

Thanks, Silvio, but Daniela would be
happier if I get back to Milan tonight.

Fine.

The next time you come,
we'll light the volcano.

WELCOME
FROM YOUR PRIME MINISTER

Millions of quality mattresses...

And then the Doria family left...

Giorgia, 32...

You hang out with them...

It's new with even more features...

A few thousand euros...

LIVE FROM L'AQUILA

Up... up...

That's it, slowly.

Keep going. Slowly.

It's coming out.

Up like that.

Up.

A little more rope.

Keep going.

There it is.

That's it coming out.

Start lowering the rope.

Down.

Down...

Down like that.

Perfect.

They'll get it.

Down.

Down...

Down slowly...

Slow...

Slow...

Down.

Down...

Slowly... about to touch...

About to touch...

Touching. Perfect.

FOR PATRIZIO

THEM