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Exquisite.

No doubt about that.

Yes, yes, indeed. Hm.

- Forgive me. Er, excuse me...
- That's quite unnecessary.

Actually, I'd like to take a look
at the veranda.

- Please do. I'm afraid it's a bit untidy.
- Oh! Don't bother! I can manage.

- Well, Professor?
- It's exquisite, as I've already said.

But...

- I can't buy it.
- The price is not unreasonable?

- Last spring at Sotheby's you'd pay...
- £3,000, not a penny more.

Now, Professor,
I put in a bid myself for 3,500.

I'll show you the bill of sale.

Really, Professor,
that's quite unnecessary.

Though, I am surprised.

Congratulations, in any case.

Still, you must admit that prices

have risen considerably
since last spring.

Only yesterday, we had a request for...

Anybody here?

Is anybody here?

- Ah! May I ask a favour of you?
- Yes, of course.

We'll leave it. You think it over.

I've thought it over.
I'm not bickering about the price.

It's the wrong time of the year, anyway -
taxes, work to be done on the house.

Take it away.
I don't want the responsibility.

It shouldn't be
weighing on you that much.

Don't worry.
You will be doing us a favour.

We have to look at some things
in a villa off the Via Cassia.

Wouldn't want to leave it in the car,
nowadays. We'll send for it later.

If you don't, I'll send it back myself.
I'm not in the market, gentlemen.

I'm still hoping that
you change your mind.

Don't worry, Professor.
We know the way.

I only hope we haven't disturbed you.

- Not at all. Have a good trip.
-Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Monsieur.

- You really should have this one.
- I don't change my mind. Goodbye.

Good bye, Professor.

Have they gone?

Hm?

- Yes, just this moment.
- Good.

Excuse me, er...

Are you the, er...the owner
of this painting?

That? Good God, no!

Are you sure it's worth all that money?

A frightfully oily pair, those two.
They're not fences, are they?

They are the proprietors
of the Blanchard Gallery, Paris.

But...weren't you with them?

Oh, no. I bumped into them
on the landing.

Then, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Your housekeeper and the porter told me
that your upstairs apartment is empty.

- I would like to rent it.
- Rent it?

It's not for rent.
I'm moving part of my library up there.

- I have no more room here.
- Now, Professor, really?

I've looked!
The corridors, the service area.

An enormous amount of shelf space.

And mind you,
if you had simpler shelves in your study,

there'd be no more problem.

Thank you for your advice,
but if you don't mind...

Listen, Professor, my husband,
who has never read a book in his life,

unless I'm very much mistaken,
has a mania for rooms lined with books.

Insanity, if you ask me.

Well, he's had some
other shelves made.

Not metal ones -
I agree, they're ghastly -

but of wood, cherry wood.

You have no idea the amount they hold!

I like the shelves I have
and the apartment is not for rent.

- Now, if you...
- At least let me see it. Hm?

- See what?
- The apartment.

I may not even like it
and that would settle everything.

It will only take a second
and you needn't budge.

Your housekeeper can show it to me.

Erminia, I think she said her name was.
Isn't that it?

Erminia!

She told me she's been with you
for 25 years.

You're a lucky man.

Erminia.

Erminia!

The professor has kindly given his...

Bring me the keys
to the upstairs apartment.

The upstairs, yes.

I don't wish to be rude,
but I must repeat this is a waste of time.

Oh, yes, of course,
but couldn't I have a little peek?

For years, I've been looking
at those windows up there.

I often park in Piazza Campitelli
when I come down town on errands.

Parking has become such a problem.

That's another reason why I'm trying
to get a flat in this neighbourhood.

I live 15 miles out of town.

Well?

- My daughter, Lietta.
- Hi.

By the way, excuse me,
I'm Bianca Brumonti.

Your coat, sir.

What have you been doing here
all this time?

- There's no heat up there.
- That's all right.

Very difficult situation. Sh.

Wait, Lietta.

It's really nice up here.

Remind me to ask Stefano if he knows
the owner of the Blanchard Gallery.

- They look like crooks to me.
- La Galerie Blanchard?

They're famous,
like Christie's or Sotheby's.

But that doesn't mean
they wouldn't rob you blind!

Ha-ha.

I won't open the windows
because they're barred.

- Lietta.
- Besides, I'm in a great hurry.

- Lietta, lend me a hand!
- Really, Signora, I must...

I'll shut it again, don't worry.
It's just to get an idea.

Anyway, it's so musty in here.

It's beautiful! Absolutely perfect!

Bianca, you're a genius!

- It's perfect.
- All right, calm yourself.

- He's not renting to us.
- What do you mean?

It's probably being kept for mice or bats.

- He just wants more money.
- That is not the case.

- Shall we look inside?
- Huh!

Idiot!

Mummy!

Come here, look!

If it's for rent, what's the problem?

From the beginning,
I informed your mother

that this apartment was not for rent.

Your mother insisted upon seeing it.

He's no son of mine,
thank God!

They say he looks like his father,
but it's only a coincidence.

Hey, Bianca.
You'd better get down here real fast!

The joke may be on you!

- What's Konrad doing here?
- Excuse me.

- I can't see him.
- I saw him.

- Why is he staying down there?
- I don't know.

He said he couldn't come with me
because he was meeting you.

- Why meeting me?
- Hm.

Stefano, I heard him tell you
he was coming by to pick you up.

Oh! I must have got it mixed up
or something.

I really don't...remember.

I said I would do that, didn't I?
You'll get yourself all dirty.

Wait. You have to put on the bar.

The police
are towing away your car.

You couldn't stop them?

I've never been permitted
to have the keys of your car, my dear.

It's infuriating!

Aren't you going to show me
my little nest?

Don't be funny.

Lietta, Stefano, if they already hauled it
away, try and catch them in your car.

- All right. Come on.
- Yeah.

Signorina, is Monsieur Blanchard there?

Yes, yes, it's I.

Blanchard, is my concierge still there?

The man who brought back the painting.

Well, that's too bad.

Because now you'll have to take the
trouble of sending someone back here.

I've changed my mind.
I've decided to buy it.

Sold it? I don't believe it. When?

Professor, Signor Micheli.

- Come in, Micheli.
- Am I disturbing you?

No, no. Come in. Sit down.

- Why are you standing there?
- Eh? Oh, yes.

Yesterday morning,
I had a phone call

from the Marchesa Brumonti,
whom you know.

We've met, but I don't know her.

- Nor do I wish to.
- Yes, I understand.

I hope she's not the reason
you've come.

- No...
- Here I come, ready or not.

Were you talking about
somebody's mother?

If you don't say you're pleased,
I'll have a coronary.

We bought it.
Where shall I put it?

Put it over there
on the divan.

- Are these people with you?
- We won him over.

As I was saying, Professor, yesterday,
I received a certain telephone call

- with a proposal of considering...
- Proposal?

Yes. And as your lawyer,
I felt it was my duty

to listen to an advantageous offer
and also to advise you to...

What are you trying to tell me?

We forced him into it.
Listen, Professor, I know how you feel.

I know how Mummy
can be but, I beg you,

please listen to me for a minute.

Just one year. One year?

I swear, if you knew what it meant to us,

you'd probably give us
the apartment free.

I believe, Professor,
that Signora Brumonti

failed to explain to you yesterday

that she wants the apartment
only for one year.

You told me that you don't plan
the renovation before this next spring.

- That's why I took the liberty of...
- No.

No, I'm sorry.

Rome is full of the kind of
fancy apartments that will suit you.

But Mummy will invent
a thousand excuses not to look at them.

From what the Marchesa told me,

it seems that the young lady
is engaged to the...

That's silly. We're only trying it out.

Mummy's agreed that I can leave home

and live here in Konrad's house
with Stefano.

Who's Konrad?

Come on, Professor,
you met him yesterday.

The apartment's his.
I mean, it's for him.

You're an extraordinarily
frank young lady.

I will answer you with equal frankness.

I'm in no hurry
to move my library upstairs.

And I'm an old man -
neurotic, slightly hysterical.

Often disturbed by strange noises
and strange people

and having to put up with
any sort of formalities.

Now you see why
I cannot rent you the apartment.

Oh, you're not old
and you're not hysterical.

You're a fascinating person
and you know it.

You're a tiny bit mad, granted,
but so is anyone who's at all interesting.

You're a bit mad about this, too,
aren't you?

Now, don't tell me
you don't like it any more.

Didn't he call Blanchard
while we were there?

That's right. I forgot!
Mummy was right. Blanchard's a crook.

He sold us the painting
for much less than he was asking you.

- You shouldn't have told him!
- Why not?

The professor should know
how unethical they are.

They knew he collected
this kind of paintings.

They were trying to take advantage.
We're even, Professor.

That is for three months' rent,
paid in advance.

Now then, Professor,

shall we make
these young people happy?

A one-year contract!

Oh, my God!

Stop! What are you doing?

Stop! Help!

God!

Are you crazy? You're breaking
the ceiling! What are you doing?

Good God! Domenico!
Domenico! Answer me!

Oh, Professor, at last!

- Good evening, Erminia.
- Good evening.

- What's happened here?
- Did you see?

You wouldn't believe
what's been happening.

Oh, my God! And this is nothing!

You should see the kitchen.
They broke the ceiling in, Professor.

It's a good thing you were out.
I couldn't have prepared your supper.

- It's all wet.
- It's not as bad as some other walls.

I've never seen such madness.
As if there was a war on.

It seemed as if the house
was being blown to bits.

I went to complain and they refused
to hear what I had to say.

They slammed the door on me as well.
I wanted to call the police.

Domenico said wait for you
because you would handle the matter.

Stop chattering.

Bring me the keys
to the upstairs apartment.

- And get the flashlight.
- Yes, yes.

My God!
What have they done?

Call Micheli.

Who is there?
Is that you, Mauro?

My house is filled with rubble.

Water is seeping in everywhere.

Now that I've seen all this,
I'm amazed the building is still standing.

This is madness, infuriating.

So is your presence here.
You come in like a thief!

You might have been shot.

I'm glad I'm still alive, if only to hear
an explanation of all this destruction.

I do what I want with my place.

They told me
you had allowed work to begin,

even though the contract
hasn't been finalised.

One bathroom. The improvement
of one bathroom is all the lease allows.

Which lease, under the circumstances,
I have no intention of signing.

Whereas I have every intention
of signing a claim for damages.

Excuse me! I was also told
that a lease is only a piece of paper

to be shown to certain people
if necessary.

But the contract is to be put in my name.

Your name?

The large advance you were given
is evidence enough

that the house has been sold.

It's a simple one-year lease,
not renewable. Don't you understand?

- Can I make a phone call?
- Phone call?

Would you mind if I ask you to clear up
this matter with Madame Brumonti

- in my presence?
- By all means.

There is no possibility that Madame
Brumonti can assert the contrary.

- Have we heard from Signor Micheli?
- I telephoned but he wasn't in yet.

I left the word to call back immediately,
as soon as he gets in.

I see.

Could I have a glass of whisky?
Straight, please.

- There's no liquor in the house.
- Not even...?

Charles, Madame Brumonti
est rentrée?

How stupid of me. Sorry, Tony.
It's my mistake.

Yeah. Soon. Bye.

I do it all the time! I called
their house in London instead of Paris.

You can add these calls to the damages.

Don't you really have any whisky
or don't you want to give me any?

- There's wine, if you like.
- Well, I'm glad you're not a teetotaller.

- A glass of red wine, please.
- Yes, sir.

- 'AIIo?'
- A-ha! It's you!

- 'Konrad?'
- You're a lying cunt!

Explain this latest bullshit and don't fuck
with me. You'll only make it worse!

- 'What bullshit?'
- The apartment bullshit, sweetheart!

The apartment bullshit!

'Would you stop shouting
and clarify that?'

I'II clarify it, or rather,
I'll have someone else clarify it.

'Don't play games with me, Konrad.

'Konrad, you ungrateful son-of—a-bitch!
Answer me, Goddamn you!'

- Signora, this is the professor.
- 'Will you please get off the line?'

- Let me speak a moment, please.
- 'Let me talk to that son-of—a-bitch !'

- Hello? Signora, please?
- 'Will you get off the phone?'

- 'l'm tired of all these lies!'
- I do not say things that are not true.

- Is that clear?
- 'Fine, fine.'

- You may speak with my attorney.
- 'For heaven's sake, Professor!

'Listen to me now! I'll come straight back
to Rome and explain everything.

'There's nothing to worry about.
There's been a misunderstanding...'

Shame I won't hear the explanation.

You thought I would be good
for another year.

Well, you thought wrong!

As of now, it's all over!

Madame la Marquise de merde!

Cunt!

- Is it all right?
- Horrible! Thanks.

Good night, Erminia.

Well, that's done.

I don't like to interfere in things
that don't concern me.

Besides, I don't quite understand...

You understand.
The richer they are, the lousier.

Cheap - cheap inside,
you know what I mean?

Good God!
What the hell has happened here?

This is nothing.

You should see
the rest of the apartment.

Stick it to them good.
Make them pay millions.

Millions!

- When did this recording come out?
- That's a new Mozart edition.

Sent to me from New York.

Bernstein will be here this summer,
conducting the complete series for Rai.

l have a different recording.
Do you mind?

I somehow never go to concerts myself.
I prefer records.

That's better.

I love that aria!

I have to make a phone call. Sorry.

I was expecting
a friend upstairs and, er...

It's Konrad. Who is there?

Si, Mauro? No, tell him not to come.
I may drop by later.

OK.

I'll just be a minute.

Jane?

Who the hell do you think it is?
Listen, is St Moritz still on for tomorrow?

Right. Make up your mind.
If you're going, I'm going.

Hell, no! Just me!

Arthur Devis!

Not you, silly bitch.
Listen, I'll call you back later.

OK? Bye.

That's by Devis, isn't it?
Arthur Devis.

Surely by an English painter
of the 18th century.

Some friends of mine have a painting
in their house by Arthur Devis.

A portrait with a landscape.
I looked at it carefully.

That's interesting.

What art.

In their painting, in the centre,
not to one side like this,

they have the exact same pavilion.

This painting dates from about...1750.

If you like, I'll bring you the photograph.

- Are you interested in paintings?
- No, not really.

But I've had the chance to study
that one carefully.

And thanks, need a phone.

Who is there, Marcello?

Any of my people there?

Who else?

If he's close.

What's up?

Oh, no. I've been screwed enough
for one night.

I'll tell you tomorrow. Bye.

Strange house.

I don't like it, but it fascinates me.

Please, don't get up. I know the way.

It's a shame things end like this.

I would have liked to have come down
and have a chat now and then.

- Good night, Professor.
- Good night.

If you want some peace, it would be
a good idea to unplug the phone.

Madame Brumonti will call again
when she's sure I've left.

And she'll break your balls!

I don't want to talk with your lawyer!
Those matters don't interest me.

You're right, and that's that.

You don't think I came rushing
down here from Paris on a night flight,

crowded with Arabs, to tell you
they did wrong to knock down a wall?

A wall? You call this a wall?

My dear Professor,
you behaved unspeakably!

If I had my own personal reasons

for giving someone
MY version of our contract,

you had no right to interfere.

But since you have done so,

I have every reason to believe
you had some purpose in mind.

Perhaps you want to protect the
interests of Herr Huebel instead of mine!

You don't know what you're saying.
I'm not protecting anyone's interest.

Certainly not those of a Herr Huebel
I don't even know!

You don't, huh?
Well, then, I'll tell you.

He's my kept boy,
paid lover - all right?

You also want to know
how much money I spend on him?

How awful to come to this!

Mummy! When did you get here?
What's going on?

- Hi.
- You bundling little idiot!

Now you will have to put
everything back the way it was.

- Look, I only did what you told me.
- Everything as it was! That's that!

Lietta.

- You're the man I want to talk to.
- I don't understand what's happened.

- Relax, Mummy, for Christ's sake!
- Oh, shut up!

- Where's Konrad?
- I haven't seen him.

Last night we dropped in at the 74,
but it was late.

Mauro told me that Konrad
was thinking of going to St Moritz

for a few days while you were in Paris.

Didn't you tell him
you were coming back?

No.

I took the night flight. Simply horrible!
They all looked like hijackers!

- Why the hurry?
- Don't you know?

The old idiot told him
I hadn't bought the apartment.

Now I'll actually have to buy it.

He's no idiot cos he'll never sell it
to you. Isn't that right, Professor?

What advice can I possibly give you?

Your mother's hysterics
don't concern me.

I'm not interested in people
who lose control of their own destiny.

I won't express an opinion.

That would be as futile as the dramas
you wish to involve me in.

I am simply not interested
and that is that!

If, as you say...

..our lawyers have signed
this wretched lease,

and if you promise to
put back everything just as it was,

at your own expense...

..you may keep the apartment.

If you don't want it any more, just tell me
and I'll reimburse you for the painting.

Right now. You can choose for yourself
and leave me in peace.

Oh, I know we made a mistake.
You seem so understanding...

You're mistaken!

I promise I won't bother you again
about our family problems.

If you can just explain to Stefano
what has to be done upstairs.

Oh, remember, we've already agreed
on one bathroom

and I want it twice as big as the one
up there now.

What's so funny?

It's just as though we spoke
two different languages.

There's no possibility
of our understanding each other.

- And that's funny?
- Tragic, obviously.

I guess I'm the one that's lost contact,
as they say.

Let me show you. I've got the new plans
for the apartment, Professor.

The walls I would like to strike out
are marked in yellow here.

Which is the bathroom wall?

- Can I use the telephone?
- Yes, in there.

- Take this...
- That was part of the old one.

Is it out of order?

- Did you know it was unplugged?
- What?

- The phone!
- Oh, yes. I forgot. Last night.

You see? And then you complain
of not having any contact.

- I wasn't complaining in the least.
- Still, it surprises you.

Hello, Jane. How are you?

Thought I heard
you were going to St Moritz.

Who wanted a ride?

Jane, where have you been?

The population of western Europe
knows he's a born whore.

Stefano, Konrad didn't make it.

- I hate him, I swear, I really hate him.
- Hate who?

Darling! Whose boudoir
did you fall out of?

We looked all over for you.
Where did you end up last night?

Here. We were listening to some music.

Here?
Why didn't you tell me?

Did you know Mother's back?
You had a fight, didn't you?

No fight. Just told her we're through.

She's just hysterical.
She caught the night flight.

I picked this up last night from those
friends of mine. See if I'm not right.

Interesting.

We'll talk about this later.

Very interesting.

It's hard to tell from a photograph.

It's not just the landscape.
It's more the technique.

The trees aren't like the trees...
I'm sorry.

..of other painters of the period.

It's a very sharp observation.

Did you study art history?

- Only a little. I liked it.
- Why did you stop?

Those were the times - '68.

I threw myself into the student
movement, deeper than most.

Got in trouble and had to run. God knows
how I ended up in the world I'm in now.

Well, there's no doubt about it.

Congratulations.

You know why I didn't think of it?
Because, of all my paintings,

that one has the most
complete documentation. Come.

Konrad's here! I was right.
I mean, you didn't have a fight.

- 'What fight?'
- I'm telling you he didn't mention it.

'Why should he mention
anything to you?'

Mummy, get some more rest.

I told Mummy you weren't mad
so then she got mad.

Please, call her,
go see her or do something!

- I'm through with it.
- You just said there was no fight.

I'm leaving her anyway.

You mean you've decided
to blackmail her.

- It's tempting, but I don't need it.
- You bastard!

Be nice to her, for my sake.
I can't stand it when she's like this.

- Professor?
- Huh?

- Professor, you tell him.
- No, no, no.

- Please.
- I can't blame him.

- Why should he get involved?
- Oh, shut up!

I need air -fresh air.

If that means you're going to latch on
to Jane, forget it. She told Lietta...

Mind your own business!
Where are you going?

To Fiumicino, to see Gigi's boat.

Oh, great. Me too. Maybe we can go
for a sail. It's such a beautiful day.

A friend of ours ordered
this fantastic boat!

It doesn't have your terrace upstairs,
but at least he'll not get kicked out.

Oh, Konrad, you're a genius.

Let's go right now.
You're staying, then?

What for?

To see about the house,
if Mummy needs anything.

Trouble with the foreman?

Come off it! Just give her a ring.

It's better if the professor
talks to the foreman.

There's no chance
that we'll screw things up.

Come if you want, but now.

Keep the photograph. If you want to see
the original, let me know.

Just one quick call!
No, I'll phone from the bar downstairs.

- I've got to eat a sandwich. I'm starving.
- I'm late and I'm not waiting.

But I've got cramps!

Professor,
could you offer me something?

- Lietta, hurry up.
- It'll only take a second!

Erminia! Erminia.

Come.

Lietta.

For Christ's sake.
I haven't got all...

Shit!

- What would you like?
- Stefano, Konrad! Come here!

The professor's been holding out on us!

Stefano, take your car
so you can be on your own.

- I might sleep out there tonight.
- You're really leaving Bianca?

I've got to get away.
I'm working on something.

- You're working?
- Fuck off!

- Mm, what a fantastic smell.
- It's beef stew.

- Stefano, you want some cheese?
- Thanks.

- Bring me some glasses, please.
- Excuse my fingers.

- It's quite all right. Thanks.
- I think you'll like this.

May I have a little piece of cheese?

- Boom!
- Ha ha.

- Want me to answer?
- Erminia, the door.

No, I'll go.

Professor, do me a favour
and throw them all out!

Who is that?

Mm, that smells good.

Just a taste, hm?

- No, it's not ready yet.
- Calm down, Stefano.

Erminia's not used to having
so much confusion around.

Too many cooks
spoil the food, they say.

The soup.

You bastard!

He didn't want to rent the apartment,
but I persuaded him just the same.

Because of you!

He didn't want alterations,
yet we're making alterations!

In the end, he probably would have
sold it to us, too!

But you had to spoil everything!

You're suspicious, petty, mean!

You've made me ashamed
of everything I've done for you!

You made me ashamed of myself!

I'll never forgive you for that. Never!

-Just a minute...
- Let me alone!

Let go of me. It's finished. Let go!

I don't give a shit about the apartment,

but you're absurd pretending
to give me presents!

You're hurting me.
Are you out of your mind?

Biting me? Let me go!

- Go on, scream!
- Yes!

Professor, listen. Here it is.

Plan A, you're coming down
with us to the boat.

Plan B, this evening,
we come back here, eat dinner,

devouring that stew,
and decide about the work upstairs.

- Good.
- Mummy!

Sounds fine to me.
I'm sure Erminia's a marvellous cook.

- Exceptional. I had a sample.
- Stew and what else?

- Hm? Oh, stew and artichoke mousse.
- Ah, perfect.

- Can we get started, please?
- Where to, darling?

Konrad's taking us down
to see Gigi's boat at Fiumicino.

The professor's coming, too.
There's a west wind.

- The sea will be lovely.
- The sea's always lovely.

The colours of the sea,
the voices of the sea, its moods.

I never understand how the Greek gods

could concentrate on
creating so many wonders

when they had before their eyes
always that haunting spectacle.

Fascinating, spell-binding.

I only have to think of the sea
and it fills my imagination.

Then you'll go with us?

- I wouldn't think of it.
- Oh, why not?

Because the professor
doesn't care for such distractions.

He wants to be alone, remember?

Everybody says they want to be alone,
but it's not true.

- Yet, he lives alone, all the same.
- Hm. Professor, the truth?

You're such a mysterious man.

You must have been terribly handsome.

You still are. I find you fascinating.

But why?

Why do you lead this sort of life?

You live among people, you...

..you're forced to think about people,
instead of their works,

to suffer for them, to become involved.

And besides, someone said,
"Crows fly in flocks.

"The eagle soars alone."

We asked for it!
Come on, crows. Get flying!

- Bye, Professor. See you for dinner.
- Goodbye, Lietta.

- Bye.
- Signora.

But the Bible says,

"Woe to him that is alone
when he falleth,

"for he hath not another to help him up."

Konrad! The Bible?

- Good bye, sir.
- Goodbye.

Erminia, clean up the table.

Yes, Professor.

No one has called.
They probably had trouble with the car.

The traffic.

Such refined people would call,
I think, if they had the chance.

They are not refined people,
as you call them.

They are rude, stupid, useless people.

I will have my dinner now.

- I'll not wait for them another moment.
- Very well, Professor.

- Good morning, Professor.
- Good morning.

- I want you to see this.
- These are the samples, huh?

Well, I haven't seen or heard
from these people in over two weeks!

I'm wasting my time with these things.

What do you care, Professor?
Do what you like. The house is yours.

When it came to the walls,
I could decide.

- But these?
- You must decide, Professor.

- I must decide now, huh?
- Yes.

Well, all right.

Let me see, for the kitchen...

- Ah, I like this colour.
- Yes, that's a nice strong colour.

Very strong. For the walls.

Professor!

Come out on the balcony a minute!

We've got something for you.

Professor? Come on out!

We got a surprise for you.
Can you open your door?

We won't come in.
We'll hand it to you.

Don't listen to them.
See you tomorrow, Professor.

- Good night.
- Oh, please!

I'll open the door.

Hi, Professor. We're dead tired
but we had to bring you something.

- Looks great upstairs.
- It really is great.

We'll get a better look tomorrow
in the daylight.

Sure wish we had another bed.

Professor, you still have my blanket?

Your blanket? Er... Yes.
It's just where you left it.

I'll get it.

Thank you, old man.
Thank you, old man.

- His name is Simon.
- Thank you, old man.

I'm warning you, that's all he can say,
and he never stops.

That's why we brought him.

Say hello to your new master.

I've never kept an animal in the house.

Animals should be set free
to live in their natural environment.

Thank you, old man.
Thank you, old man.

If he breaks your balls,
send him up to me

and I'll break his neck.

He drove Konrad crazy on the boat.
We put the bird in his cabin.

You made a big mistake
not to come with us, Professor.

You gotta be kidding.
You did a good thing.

Lucky, huh?

Professor, if you can just keep the bird
for tonight, tomorrow morning...

Listen, young man,
I want a word with you.

I wouldn't like to repeat
the experience of the last time.

You were supposed
to come back that evening

and go over some plans with me.

- More than a month has gone by.
- Hey, come here!

I found the skeletons. He's Bluebeard!

What is it?

- Hey, not bad.
- Not bad? It's brilliant.

- Was it here or did you have it made?
- It was here.

It was very useful to many people
during the war.

There's nothing of interest
for you to see. It's just a room.

- Stefano, let's go.
- Yeah, yeah.

My mother, who was Italian,
lived here during the war.

She had this secret apartment built
to hide political refugees.

Partisans, Jews.

I know very little
about her life at that time.

She died before the war ended.

I was in America and I came back
to Italy with the army.

I've been here ever since.

Professor, we're going.
I can't keep my eyes open.

- You coming, Konrad?
- All right. I'd better get my blanket.

I'm very disappointed.
I was sure you'd fall in love with Simon.

Perhaps I will.

Thank you, old man.
Thank you, old man.

Well, I'm all set.

Once more, I have the honour
of sleeping above your head.

- But no one is to know, understand?
- No.

- Ciao! Good night, Professor.
- Good night.

Bianca thinks he's on his way to Vienna.

A well-earned vacation after being stuck
with her in the same cabin for a month.

Oh, shut up, Stefano!
Ciao, Professor. Good night.

Good night, Lietta. Come.

Ciao, Konrad.
See you tomorrow!

- Good night.
- Ciao, Lietta.

Good night.

Who's that? Stop!

Oh, my God! What happened?

- I'd better call the police.
- Don't call anybody.

Mind your own business.

If you want to help me,
get me out of here.

All right, all right.

I'll take you downstairs.

Easy.

Agh!

Don't move.

It's all right.

- Where am I?
- In my apartment.

You fainted twice.
I practically had to carry you downstairs.

I'll be right back.

Lousy bastards!

You'd better lie down.

Did you know the men
who attacked you?

No. Why?

I didn't see them.
They came from behind.

I got a good look at one of them.

I'm sure I could recognise him,
but you told me...

What?

With great insistence,
you told me not to call the police.

I assumed they were people you knew,
someone you'd had an argument with.

- I thought I'd make sure before calling.
- For Christ's sake, don't!

It's my duty to help, to call the police.

You don't have any duty. I don't want
to have anything to do with the police.

They won't find the bastards,
they won't even look for them.

They're occupied by the several
other festivities of city life -

murders, rapes, robberies,
strikes, demonstrations.

The police don't give a damn
about a common split lip.

If they get my name on their files,
then the shit starts to fly.

No, the police don't give a damn.

There might be some
smart-arse reporter

who recognises the name
of the young man.

"The frequent dancing partner..."

That's the expression they like to use.

"..with Madame Brumonti,
wife of the well-known fascist."

Now do you begin to understand?

Good.

- Blood!
- Blood?

- There must be blood all over upstairs.
- Yes, but they'll clean that up tomorrow.

I told you, for Christ's sake.
I told you I don't want anybody to know.

Let me go!
The workmen are here tomorrow.

All right. I'll go.
I'll clean them up. You stay here.

Stay here, but take my advice -
let me calla doctor.

Oh, shit!

All you can think of is calling people!

All right. All right.

Professor?

You mind if I stay here tonight?

The idea of going
back upstairs scares me.

Sure, sure. You stay here and rest.

I will be back soon.

It's humiliating getting beaten up.

At least if they kill you, you save face!

This way, people just... just laugh.

"Did you hear?
They kicked his arse in good!"

Let me get you a tranquilliser.

No, I never take them.

Open up!

What did you do, lock me in?

Erminia comes in early
to clean up the study.

I'm sorry. My nerves are all shot.

No, leave it open!
I can't stand being trapped.

Seeing me like this,
you probably think I'm a coward,

along with whatever else
you think of me.

Professor, have you ever been afraid?

Yes.

Yes, I've been afraid.

I was in the war and I was afraid,

but there are many kinds of fear,

I was even more afraid
when I gave up my profession.

Afraid of not knowing
how to begin life all over again.

- Your profession?
- I was a doctor of science at the time.

Funny. I thought you were a science
professor when I first met you.

- Once.
- Once?

The price of progress is destruction.

I began to realise that modern science
can't be neutral.

In fact, it has to serve practical ends.

I saw it turning technology's power
to liberate into a kind of a slavery.

As far as reality is concerned...

Thank you, old man!
Thank you, old man!

They're killing me!

Already here, are you?

The young people are
with the professor, then?

- I don't know.
- Didn't they come last night?

- Thank you, old man!
- Keep quiet. Ghastly, isn't it?

- May I use the phone?
- I'll bring it to you.

I'm so sorry,
but we'll soon have our own.

Professor?

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here.

The lady from upstairs
wants to use the phone.

- You slept here all night?
- What?

-You slept...?
- No, no. I...

No, no. I woke up early.

I came in here to do some work.
I suppose I fell asleep.

- I'll get your breakfast, then.
- Yes, but bring it in here.

- The telephone is in the drawing room.
- Thank you.

- Thank you, old man!
- Poor thing. He must be famished.

Would you bring me a coffee, please?

Someone's at the door, Erminia.

Yes, madam, I know.

Good morning, Erminia.
ls Madame Brumonti here?

- Is that my chauffeur, Richey?
- Yes, madam.

I'm in here.

Master Stefano
asked me to tell you

that he's downstairs waiting for you.

All right, Richey.
Tell him I'll be right down.

In the meantime, tell him to go
and buy some food for Simon.

- I beg your pardon?
- Thank you, old man.

What is that, a parrot?

I don't know what it is. Take it away.

I wasn't laughing at you...

Hello? Hello?

Here they are! Daniele!

Daniele, Daniele, come quick!

- I'm so happy to see you!
- You haven't changed at all.

Let me take that suitcase.

- Is all the luggage here?
- Yes!

I'm so happy to be back.

- Oh, give me that, miss.
- Thank you.

I mean, madam.

So, that's our little American boy?

- He looks like you now.
- Hm.

- Can you come and help us?
- Yes, certainly.

Say something. Say hello to Louisa.

- He's shy.
- Don't you like my house?

- Hm?
- Of course you do.

- Would you like a candy?
- Ooh, well!

How sweet he's so shy!

Put it there, on the table.

Madame Brumonti asked
for some coffee. I gave it to her.

All right.

I was asleep for 16 hours!

- Why didn't you wake me up?
- It did you good.

Besides, you'd have had difficulty
slipping out unobserved.

When I woke up this morning,
Madame Brumonti was in the house.

- Was she looking for me?
- No. She came in to use the telephone.

Then she took Erminia upstairs
to lend a hand with something or other.

- A lot of coming and going all day.
- Does Erminia know I'm here?

No.

Ssh.

She didn't notice a thing.

I put that awful bird
on the back terrace

and covered its cage with a cloth.

Leave it in the kitchen.
Those creatures must be kept warm.

Why don't you give it
to Domenico? He loves it so.

I'll return it to the person
who gave it to me.

- Is there anything more you wish?
- No, thank you. That's all for now.

- Good night, Erminia.
- Good night, Professor.

Look, I want to tell you something.

I lied to you last night.

I know who beat me up
and I know why.

I never doubted that.

You have every right
to ask me questions.

There's no need to explain.
I'm not curious.

Your lip seems to be doing fairly well.

It'll be all right.

You can't wait for me to leave, can you?

In a way.

OK.

It was kind of you to help me.

I can understand you not wanting
to be involved any further.

That has nothing to do with it.
I'm accustomed to being alone.

The sense of another presence
in the house disturbs me,

prevents me from working.

Give me time to make a couple
of phone calls, see if I can leave tonight.

As you wish.

The things I told you about myself...
Remember?

Well, they're true.

While trying to pull myself out
of smaller messes,

I've really gotten into a big one.

I wasn't always like this.

Once, I...

Oh, shit! I've become so fucking cynical
about everything!

Everything I ever cared about.

I didn't really sleep all day.

I kept waking up,
heard you moving about.

I imagined...

I imagined I was telling you about myself.

- Asking your advice.
- I'm afraid I have no advice.

A young man of your age, your
intelligence, should know what to do.

Make a clean break?

Sure. It's that simple

If Erminia's gone to bed,
I'll get you something to eat.

Then I'm going to bed myself.

Make all the phone calls you want.

When you leave,
shut that door carefully.

I'll straighten things up tomorrow.

I want to tell you everything.

I have to tell you everything
that's happening to me.

I need you near me, helping me.

Oh, we woke him up.

"If you see a fair form, chase it.
And, if possible, embrace it.

"Be it a girl or a boy.

"Don't be bashful: be brash, be fresh.

"Life is short, so enjoy whatever contact
your flesh might at the moment crave.

"There is no sex life in the grave."

- What are you saying?
- You taught it to me.

Don't you remember?

He says it's Auden's last poem.
You know everything.

Did you know that?

Your wounded warrior, Professor,

asked us to bring him
a suitcase and a car. Ha!

Looks like he and Bianca
are breaking up, after all.

There's no such thing
as a clean break.

- What does that mean?
- The professor knows.

Oh, he knows everything.
How about telling me?

The professor said
that I should change my life.

Is that all
You don't know what you're asking.

Why, what do you know?

Stefano's major disaster in life is envy.

One day, you must tell me, darling,
what that Kraut's got that I should envy.

Yeah, well, one day I will.

Poor Professor, you're still half asleep.

Don't worry. We'll be going now.

You see? It's only like a game we play.

There's nothing terrible in it. I mean...

When you were young,
weren't you the same?

No.

Absolutely not.

You missed out on a lot,
but you must have had some kind of fun.

You're wealthy and handsome,
what did you do?

- What did I do?
- Right.

I studied, I travelled, I was in the war.

I married.

That didn't work.

And then, when I found time
to look around,

I discovered I was in the midst of people
with whom I had nothing in common.

Come off it, Professor.
We're not THAT far apart.

- No, he's right.
- How?

Let's remember, society is what it is.

-The fault is...
- Oh, Konrad. Not now with all that crap!

I want to hear more about the professor,
his private life, his past, present...

Present? Presently, I'm an old man.

Oh, Professor, stop it.
You know you're not old.

You keep forgetting
you're a very attractive man.

At least, I think so.

What would you do
if I wanted to kiss you?

I wouldn't envy you.

Because if I put myself in your place,
I would see approaching me

the face of a man
who hasn't been young for along time.

- Cut it out.
- But I'm serious!

I mean it, he really turns me on.
I'd marry him if he asked me.

I won't ask you.

Do you think of me as one of those
characters in a comic opera?

The old man
who's mocked and betrayed?

The only love story that would suit
a man at my age is King Lear's.

- A father's love for his children.
- Huh.

You avoided that one rather nicely.
No children, no fuss.

Ah, but the professor
would be a super father!

You know what?

The first time one of those two creeps
gets careless and knocks me up,

the hell with abortion, I'm going to have
the baby and give it to you.

I don't have that much time left.
I'd need an older child.

Someone to whom I could tell
the few things I know.

Konrad! Adopt Konrad!

He's intelligent and handsome.

Distinguished looking.

And if he'd only stop those schemes
to make money, he'd be perfect. Konrad!

You've just been adopted.

He'll be a bit expensive, though,
at least in the beginning -

you ought to be warned.

Tonight, he might even ask you
for five million lira.

Poor Konrad,
a gambling debt in a low dive.

That's the only reason
they bashed his face in.

I thought we were going
to pay his debt off

with the money your mother
gave us to fix up the apartment.

Whether she knows it or not,

Bianca's always the one
who pays his bills.

A gambling debt.

That wouldn't be so bad.
Shame it isn't exactly true.

Where's my jacket?

I have got to go now if I want to be
in Munich tomorrow evening.

There it is on the chair.

We'll walk you to the car, OK?

You've got to persuade him
to adopt you.

I'll do my best, if it makes you happy.

Professor, tell your son
he shouldn't drive like a mad man!

You'll risk losing him
before you've even adopted him.

And I'll risk losing my car!

Would you come to my funeral,
Professor?

He'd probably be the only respectable
person in the whole procession.

Every whore in Rome
dressed in black will be there!

Like a parade of snivelling widows.

Followed by all the junkies,
conmen and dykes.

And a delegation of faggots!

- Ah, Professor, excuse me.
- Yes? What is it, Domenico?

These two gentlemen
would like a word with you.

I don't have an appointment with anyone.

They are from the police.

- Police?
- Yes.

May I have a word with you, Professor?

I'm Sergeant Bernai,
from the Campitelli precinct.

We need a bit of information,
if it isn't too much trouble.

- I'm on my way out.
- It'll only take a minute.

Er... Herr Konrad Huebel.

- Is this gentleman living here with you?
- Absolutely not.

- So you don't know this Huebel?
- You asked if he lived with me.

- I told you he did not.
- But you do know him.

Yes, we've met.

He's the guest of tenants who've rented
an apartment belonging to me.

We would be very grateful
if you could stop by the police station,

at your convenience, naturally.

- I tell you, there's nothing...
- The inspector can explain it all better.

The fact is that this Huebel
insists he was at your house

the night of February 2nd
and all day February 3rd.

I'II accompany you to the police station.

Simply ghastly!

- Mummy, come on!
- It looks awful.

But we could use
a touch of colour over the sofa.

That's a lot of money
for a little touch of colour.

- It wasn't expensive.
- $15,000, it's practically a gift!

I think an oil painting
would be perfect there.

I'll go down to the professor and ask him.

- What?
- He can lend us one of his.

Yeah, some loose Rembrandt
he's got hanging around

Professor, how nice!

Have you come looking
for your Erminia? I'm so sorry!

I've taken shameless advantage
these last few days.

Erminia, if you've finished
your work here,

there are things
for you to do downstairs.

Yes, sir.

Are you revolted?
You'll get used to it.

I let the children decide, since
they're the ones who'll be living here.

Tell me I'm right. I think an oil painting
would look perfect...

Do you know that Konrad Huebel
was stopped at the border?

Stopped?

- By the police.
- But when? Where? He's in Munich.

The children brought him to the airport
the night we came back from our cruise!

He left here last night by car,
but that's not important.

- It IS important, because it's not true!
- What's not true?

What is it, Mummy?

The professor says
that Konrad left by car.

Yeah.

We didn't tell you because
you get so worried when he drives.

What happened?
Has he had an accident?

He just told you he's been arrested.

Oh, no. I didn't say that.

The police stopped him
because they had some suspicions.

Explaining things, he used my name.

He mentioned that he had passed
the last few days at my house.

All very annoying!

- Is it true that he left last night?
- Yes. We were with him.

He stayed longer because he said
he had some things to do, business.

What I don't understand
is all this mystery!

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Really, Mummy...

It's all a part of that stupid mania
of yours to join together against me!

Now, Professor,
you're in it with them, hm?

I'm not in anything. I merely allowed him
to stay at my apartment, as he asked.

Ah, that's very sweet, Professor

Has Konrad turned
his boyish charm on you, too?

- What do you mean?
- Exactly what I said!

Mamma, stop it!

Just because Konrad
stayed a day or two

and you didn't know,
there's no reason...

Keep still, will you?

She turns smart only when
she has to think up an excuse

for spending the night away from home!

Didn't you hear?
They arrested him! Why?

What did he do while he was here?
Can't you understand how worried I am?

That's not true.
You're just jealous!

You have to know where he is
every second of every hour.

Let him breathe!
Everybody has a day off.

- Stop this!
- Professor.

Could you explain to me
why Konrad asked you to put him up?

It's not my place to tell you.
I didn't even tell the police.

Believe me, it cost me some effort.

It is not my habit to keep silent
about such things.

In any case,
they would probably search my house.

Up here, too, looking for drugs.

What I didn't know is that the police
have, shall we say, a long record

concerning Konrad Huebel.

We knew all about that.
Tell him, Mummy.

Konrad belonged to a radical group
in Berlin. That's why he has a record.

- Don't talk nonsense!
- You're being unfair.

You know he was arrested then.
He was one of the most active.

How true!
He was active, all right.

Running around the barricade
with a fanatic little bitch who,

by pure coincidence, was the daughter
of one of the richest men in Berlin. Huh!

You can be sure of one thing.

To reach his goal, Konrad will exploit
anything - even a protest movement!

You love putting him down!

Huh! I may be infatuated with Konrad,

but that doesn't mean I don't know
what sort of person I'm dealing with!

Have you any idea why Konrad
couldn't get off the boat in Cannes?

Because if he sets foot in France,
they'll put him in jail, as quick as a wink!

Ah! I'm appalled, horrified!
What sort of people ARE you?

You entrust your daughter, a minor,

to someone for whom
you have absolutely no respect!

I certainly do not entrust her to him.

They live together in this house.

Mummy's making him sound terrible.
He's not that bad.

I'm not judging anyone.

Konrad might be a saint,
for all I know - unjustly accused.

The important thing is that your mother
considers him a wastrel, immoral,

a person Of no consequence,

and still she leaves
her young daughter in his charge?

She forces him
upon her acquaintances.

My acquaintances are all vaccinated.

Don't worry about that, Professor.
And Lietta isn't in the slightest danger!

In my house, I saw proof to the contrary,
but we won't go into that.

- It is my duty to warn you, in case you...
- In case I had any illusions?

No, I have no illusions!

For me,
that is your only possible excuse.

We have nothing further
to say to each other.

Professor, Madame Brumonti asked me
if I could give her a hand once in a while.

I didn't know what to do.

If you wish to help them,
you're free to do so.

- I prefer not to see them anymore.
- Yes, sir. All right.

You weren't at all nice
to your grandfather.

He's so happy to have us here.
He's alone so much.

It's terrible to be left alone
when you're old and ill.

Alone?

He's not alone.

He has a cook and a maid.
He's even got a cat.

I don't have a cat.

Erminia, go upstairs at once. Tell those
people to stop making so much noise!

Yes, sir.

- Hello?
- 'ls that you, Professor?'

- Yes, this is he.
- 'I hope we're not disturbing you.'

As a matter of fact,
you ARE disturbing me.

I'd appreciate it
if you turned down that music.

- 'Yes, sir. I'll do it right away.I
- Thank you.

- 'Oh, Professor?'
- Yes?

'Did you know
we had our own telephone?'

It's quite evident that you have
your own telephone now.

'The number is 6-7-6-0-1-3.'

- 'Did you get that?'
- 6-7-6-0-1-3.

'If you need anything, just call us.
Have you written it down?'

Yes, I've written it down.

Hello?

'Professor,
I know I'm bothering you again,

'but you didn't answer my letter.'

- Letter?
- 'Yes.'

- I've received no letter.
- 'Oh, you didn't see it?

'I slipped it under your door
this evening.'

- Oh. Oh, I see.
- 'l'd like an answer.'

Something told me you wouldn't answer,
so I decided to come down.

You haven't read it yet?

Herr Konrad came back.

So we decided to have
a sort of housewarming.

But then at the last minute,
we didn't feel like it.

A couple of friends came by, anyway.

We were listening to some music,
dancing, talking.

Would you like to come up?

- Thank you, but I...
- Did the police tell you?

Konrad had nothing to do with that mess
they bothered you about.

- Yes, they did.
- You said some terrible things to us.

- We were quite upset.
- I allowed myself to be carried away.

- I shouldn't have.
- You made a lot of sense, though.

But all those things Mummy said.

She doesn't really know everything
about Konrad. None of us do.

Poor Konrad. He would do just about
anything to make money.

He gambles, gets in trouble.
Well, you saw!

And the only time he won big,
he spent it all on a present for Mummy.

He's so proud to know a man like you.

Maybe he once had ambitions
we know nothing about.

Anyway, would you please
come upstairs?

You'd make everybody happy.

- Just for a little while?
- No.

It will never happen again.

Try to forget - I'm the one who mustn't.

We'll start all over from the beginning.
Will you come?

No, I'm... I'm working.

If you wish, you may all come here
to dinner tomorrow night.

- Really?
- Half past eight.

Oh!

- Is this wine from your country estate?
- Mm-hm.

- Where is it, exactly?
- Toscana, near Arezzo.

Good.

Hang on, Professor.

Dinner's almost over.
You'll be rid of us in a minute.

You're
so
gloom
y!

You didn't want to
have us here, did you?

- Lietta forced you into it!
- No, I did not!

No, it was my own idea.

Then why don't you
say something to us?

Oh, don't listen to him.

We're all sort of down.

Not our fault. There's a new tragedy here
every five minutes.

It's the same everywhere.

I hadn't been home for lunch
in along while, so I went today.

Big mistake! My father's workers
have been on strike for a week.

He and my brother are still not talking.

And Dad just sat there, silent,
at the head of the table.

Like you, Professor.

But you don't have any workers striking,

or a son...posing as a Marxist.

With the figures in your paintings,

you're surrounded by calm,
serene people,

without any problems.

- Do you like them all?
- Oh, I have my preferences.

And my infidelities.

For along while,
I favoured the Sitwell family.

I went so far as to bring them
into my bedroom,

but that relationship proved
to be incompatible.

I found myself quarrelling with the oldest
daughter, the tall one over there.

And who are you going to
quarrel with in this new family?

- What family? This one?
- Hm.

Soon, I'll be quarrelling with all of you.
In fact, I already have.

Uh-uh.
That's all over, because here we are.

Old people are strange animals,
my dear, didn't you know that?

Cross, intolerant,

with sudden fear of the solitude
they've made for themselves.

Which they then defend
as soon as they see threatened.

It was during
one such brief attack that I...

..that I invited you all
to come here this evening.

Huh. I would say that now
you've come back to your senses.

It's not right, though.

I think it's time for a change.

Uh-oh.

Look, Professor, your solitude is over.

We like it too much here, and we're
going to be around this table a lot!

She's already
formed a family, Professor!

Yes, I've already formed a family
and Mummy sits at the head...

- At least I'm part of the family!
- Mummy!

- No, don't get up, please.
- Of course you're part of it.

- Thank you, darling.
- We've just decided to form it!

Father, Mother, children!

- You look sensational.
- A slightly incestuous family!

- If I may say so.
- Silly boy!

- Again, my apologies, Professor.
- Oh, it's nothing. Erminia...

I've already had my dinner, but I'll taste
a piece of that wonderful cake.

Yes, madam.

May I say, madam,
that we are delighted you could join us.

You were wise to take on a spare father.

- Since your real one's gone.
- Daddy?

Mm. I just drove him to the airport.

Airports, nowadays,
have become cemeteries.

What made you go
all the way out there?

I'm still wondering myself.

A nightmare evening!

I think your daddy
has gone just slightly mad.

He says the same about you.

My husband had invited a couple,
friends of his,

some people named Gasparri, to dinner.

Since he first had to talk with somebody
about an urgent matter,

he asked me to stay
and entertain his guests

while he dealt with his business.

I was just saying hello to them,
when my husband came in

and, like a wild man,
he said he had to go away at once.

What's more, I had to accompany him to
the airport because he had to talk to me.

Dad had to talk to YOU?
What about the Gasparris?

Simply aghast!

For a moment,
I even thought of sending them here.

Lovely idea!

- But where is Daddy, where'd he go?
- To Madrid.

He told the Gasparris that
the political situation is very serious

and that he had to go off, I don't know,
on some confidential business.

With Villaverde himself.
They seemed to believe him.

If you ask me,
your father only just realised

that the shooting season opens
at the Villaverdes tomorrow.

- He was there last year, too.
- Who did he speak to before dinner?

I don't know, dear.
A man I'd never seen before.

He said he was a man that...

that was from the...press office
of the senate.

Shall we have our coffee in the library?

But that's not the end of this crazy story.

Excuse me. Was the man
who spoke to your husband

Umberto Ghisberti, by any chance?

I don't know, I already told you.

Thank you. I'll serve.

Who would like some coffee?

Mummy never takes coffee
in the evening.

But tonight I will, just a little,
with a drop of cream.

- May I serve?
- Please.

- Mummy.
- That's good.

- Professor?
- Yes. Just black.

- Konrad?
- I'll help myself.

- Stefano?
- No, thanks.

Now that we are en famille,
I'll tell you the rest of my evening.

I'd listen carefully,
because it concerns you in particular.

After walking out on the Gasparris,
we dashed right off to the airport

and do you know
what my husband had to say to me?

He demands... That was the word.

He demands that I get rid of you at once
and never see you again.

Daddy said that?
When was Daddy...?

Precisely! Never!

And yet he seemed so upset that
at first, I didn't want to contradict him.

I've never seen him in such a state.

- Old flames never die. He's jealous.
- For heaven's sake!

He made it clear that he had
no objection to a replacement,

but Konrad, no.

You should have heard
the ridiculous things he said!

That if I don't get rid of you, he will.

Then I lost my temper and I said,

"If this is how things are,
I prefer to divorce."

- And that's what we'll do.
- To marry Konrad?

No!

For that matter,
Konrad's never proposed to me.

Isn't that so, darling?

- I am now.
- And I thank you.

But the answer is no.

People marry to form a family.

They divorce to dissolve it
and to be free.

- Free to marry again?
- No, free. Just free.

- That's not what you really mean.
- Of course it is.

- What's the matter with him?
- Tell them why you won't marry me.

- Cut it, you're a bore!
- Konrad!

- Shall I tell them?
- Don't bother, I can do it myself.

I'm not marrying you because
you're 12 years younger than I am.

And because you're not
the sort one marries.

"Not the sort"? Why not?

You're not the least amusing, you know.

I'm not trying to be. Answer me.

He's drunk. He drank all through dinner.

I'm not drunk, and I'm not trying
to persuade this woman to marry me.

It would be absurd!

I am what I am,
and I also know what you people are!

And I don't allow anyone to laugh at me.

No one is laughing at you.

I beg your pardon,
I'm not referring to you.

Now, darling, tell me why - according
to the rules of your respected society -

I am not the sort one marries.

Oh, enough of this bullshit!

What's wrong with you?
Has something happened?

Where I come from doesn't count.

It's where I've been that matters, right?

Kept boy, illegal dealings.

- That's what counts.
- Yes, darling. That counts.

It only counts against me
because I wasn't successful,

because I'm still the lapdog

that an important lady boldly took
into places where dogs aren't allowed!

And the others had to put up with
the lapdog when it stole from the kitchen,

wet the floor or bit people.

I can't listen to you say these things.
You know very well it's not true.

For God's sake,
you're encouraging him!

Haven't we heard enough of his lectures
on the corrupt capitalist society?

Is that where we are again?
That society doesn't even exist.

And if it did, be grateful.
You are one of the last to benefit from it.

But it does exist.

It does exist -
even more dangerously today than ever.

- Because it's camouflaged.
- Oh, no! Not you, Professor?

I'm no reactionary.
I thought you understood that.

No, I hadn't.
That's been camouflaged, too,

though I've yet to meet an intellectual
who doesn't say he's left-wing.

Luckily, apart from rare exceptions,
it never shows up in their lives or work.

The intellectuals of my generation

tried to find a balance
between politics and morality.

- They searched for the impossible.
- The search sure keeps them busy!

They're very lucky, but his soul isn't
tortured politically, let alone morally,

so how can he justify
his hatred for a society

that lets him live like a gentleman,

even if he came in
through the service entrance?

Right, with a frayed shirt and
a corduroy jacket which I couldn't button

because I'd outgrown it.

The first time I went into
one of those marvellous houses,

and in the bed of the lady of the house...

..she wasn't beautiful like you,
but she seemed stupendous to me.

I had a lump in my throat
and tears in my eyes.

I was really in love when I held her.

It was what I wanted

and I did everything I could to stay there.

My methods,
which you are so ashamed of,

I learned there.

They are the same methods
your world uses.

Just the names are different
because the stakes are so much higher.

They're beautiful names
which you pronounce with great respect,

instead of puking them out.

You think you move among gentlemen,
not knowing that they're murderers!

If I told you that your husband has run off

because they discovered that members
of his crew were about to assassinate

a dozen top communists
and other members of the government,

enough to take it over,
you would be amazed!

I wouldn't be amazed.

I'd say you're raving mad!

My husband is an industrialist,
right-wing, naturally -

but where are the left-wing industrialists?

Some of them may SAY they are.

My husband is to the right
and says so openly. Good for him.

But from that,
to say he deals in organised crime!

In fact, he does!

Ask Stefano.
He knows something about it.

- You're crazy!
- The lady's little lapdog

has a sharp scent.

Oh, I see. You also do that, huh?

Protection for what you call
your small-time activities?

When they pound on the door,

everybody's running to flush
the coke down the can.

But not you. You're cool.

They stopped you at the border but
the next day they let you go. Protection!

- For being an informer and a slanderer!
- Enough!

No, it's not slander. I HAVE informed
on them and I'm glad I did it.

Professor, will you permit that
in your own house?

You fucking son-of—a...

- Get the hell out.
- Don't!

Stop! I will not permit this!
Not you and not you!

Not even the damned in hell
accuse each other the way you two do.

Just a minute. Konrad has volunteered
his side of the story.

Allow me to fill out the picture.

As a matter of fact, Professor,

you have had every opportunity
to see the world he lives in,

all those small-time operators who
for a bit of stuff split his lip upstairs.

Those are his people.
That's what he knows.

- That's the world he should talk about!
- Answer him!

- Who are you?
- Bastard!

Stop, both of you.

You tear at each other like wild animals.
I thought you loved each other.

That you are friends,
real friends, inseparable.

Love each other? Friends?

Oh ho! Sure.

We're together all the time. We eat,
we talk, we laugh and fuck together.

But when the fun is over,
where are your friends then?

- Each one goes his own way.
- Yes.

Each one goes his own way.

People like you
always land on their feet.

Fine.

Seeing that you all agree, I'll clear out.
That should make you happy.

That's what you want, Professor, isn't it?

You said some very offensive things.

Which I won't take back,
nor apologise for.

Thanks for the dinner, Professor,
but take my advice,

keep out of the mess,
as you always have,

and stick to your charming dead friends

who can't be hurt by the violence
of those fascist clowns.

- I hope you'll suffer.
- I hope I'll get over it quickly.

You always land on your feet, too.

It's hard at my age, darling,
but I'll do my best.

Where are you going?
I'll go with you.

No.

I always thought I was helping him.

Nice clothes, travelling -
that's part of life too, isn't it?

And even if I did it wrong,

I was still doing something for him.

Because I love him.

- What...?
- Leave me alone!

You offended him. All right, OK.

And you fired him as if he were
a servant, someone you caught stealing!

Even that was to be expected.

But you, Professor?

You had no right
to turn your back on him.

No. No right.

No, not you.

Not you, not you.

Oh, come on!
Let's not have any unnecessary guilt.

If you want to,
I'll go look for him right now

and invoke his forgiveness.

I hope Konrad will not forgive anybody.

Me, least of all.

The day a certain Madame Brumonti
came to see me

to ask about renting
the apartment upstairs, I refused.

Because I was afraid of having people
around me that I didn't know.

People who might disturb me.

Everything has turned out
far worse than I'd ever imagined.

If ever a landlord had difficult tenants,

I believe I had.

And yet, I found myself thinking,
as Lietta once said...

.."They could really
have been MY family."

A family that turned out well or badly,

absolutely different from me,

and since I love this wretched family,

I want to do what I can for it,

as it, unawares,
has done something for me.

There's a writer whose books
I keep on a table by my bed

and read from time to time.

He tells about a tenant who moves
stealthily into the apartment above him.

The writer hears the tenant
moving about, stirring,

walking.

Then, suddenly, he seems to vanish
and for a long time he isn't heard again.

But he comes back.

Gradually, his absence
becomes more rare,

his presence more constant.

He is Death.

The awareness that he has reached
the end of his life,

announced to him

in one of Death's
many deceitful disguises.

Your presence above me

has meant just the opposite to me.

And I don't believe I've been deceived.

You've awakened me from a sleep...

..as profound,

as insensitive

and as deaf

as Death itself.

Professor, they just brought this letter.

- Erminia.
- What's the matter?

Run upstairs and see
if Mr Huebel is there. Go, go, go!

Yes.

"Dear Professor,

"I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think
we'll ever see each other again.

"Your son, Konrad."

- Oh! Oh, God!
- Best to not touch him.

Wait for the police.

Oh.

Try to breathe normally.

That's better.

I'll be finished in a few minutes.

Professor.

Professor.

You have visitors.

I've given the keys to Erminia.

My lawyer will be talking with yours

to see if you can recover some
of the expense you went to upstairs.

And they'll handle everything
for the police investigation. I wish...

I really wish
I could also have some doubts.

Unfortunately...

..Konrad killing himself was his way
of having the last word.

It was his cruel, senseless way
of punishing us for ever.

But there is one thing Konrad
didn't have time to learn.

That we'll forget him.

We will forget.

He was too young to have learned
this final, nasty fact.

Grief is as precarious
as everything else.

Good bye, Professor.

But don't believe her.

He did not kill himself.

They murdered him.

You were the only one
to have a little faith in him.

Don't deny him that, now that he's dead.