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THANK YOU, AUNTIE

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Very good, Miss. At 8:15.

"Clinically, nothing is impeding the boy from walking."

- According to the professor, the only thing left is to try is psychoanalysis. - Ah, psychoanalysis!

Hello? Yes, hold on. Go on, dear.

Anyway, for your trip to Hong Kong...

... the professor advises that he be entrusted into the custody of Dr. Carrari....

... as you suggested.

Good. Transfer 400,000 lire to my sister-in-law's account right away.

Hi, there. Excuse me a moment!

That should be more than enough to pay for Alvise's upkeep.

The usual, my dear. Excuse me. Take a look at the correspondence.

That's right, for Alvise. I have to fight with these professors.

They're more cunning than us, my dear!

They do everything they can do to get more money out of you!

Now they're playing the psychoanalysis card, just to get him to walk!

No, of course it's not about the money! Miss! Excuse me...

Another thing: send those telegrams right away, then telephone Venice...

... and confirm tonight's appointment with the Chinese delegation.

Call the restaurant and book a table for six people.

We even have a psychoanalyst working here at the factory! No...

Because Alvise isn't trying to get better. I have one son and I want him up and about!

Marta, Luisa! My God, what a mess. Where could they have got to now?

- Here I am, Miss... - Put this in the suitcase, too.

- How far is Vietnam from Hong Kong, Mother? - I don't know, darling.

I bet they have more news down there.

Marta, my husband's dinner jacket. Take the white one.

They say it's unbearably hot during the day.

- You could find out the number of deaths for me. - I won't have the time, my darling.

Anyway, behave yourself. I don't want a repeat of last time.

Where did I put it? Ah, here it is. No, too heavy.

I'm sure I had a lighter one...

And try to be nice to Auntie Lea.

Then you'll have to give me that 200,000 lire. You promised, didn't you?

If your father knew...

Marta, Giacomo!

Well, you can always say that you spent it at the shops, or on getting your hair done.

Or on getting a makeover. He never questions you, does he?

That factory is mine. That one isn't.

That one isn't.

That one's mine. That one isn't.

That's mine too, but I don't like it.

If you want, you can have it.

Do you really think I'd just give it to you, old Giovanni?

Of course you can't just have it!

- Stefano, look! Alvise is here. - Yes, your dear nephew.

Don't start, he needs our help.

Alvise! Alvise!

- Welcome back... - Quiet, slaves! The first one who kisses me gets whipped!

Do you want me to whip you? Want me to whip that miserable flesh of yours?

- He's always so funny! - What do you want, you old witch?

- Yeah, funny! Funny! - I'm so happy to see you!

- Alright, take me upstairs. Hurry up. - Right away!

- Slowly, slowly... - You're so heavy! - I said slowly!

- Slowly... - Slowly! - Slowly! - Slowly, slowly...

Alvise, don't you say hello to your Auntie anymore?

Everything is in order. You'll find your room just as you left it.

Not everything is in order. You look older, for example.

Needs our help, does he?

Don't you see that he's just a spoiled kid?

Always with the same arrogant look on his face. Who does he think he is?

Stefano, Alvise isn't as bad as you make him out to be.

- He's really a nice person, deep down... - Deep down? Please!

Deep down at the centre of the earth, is where he should be.

No, you're the only one who puts up with him, and he takes advantage of it.

- Stefano, please! Let's not fight again. - No, no...

Who's been using my bookshelf?

Leave me alone.

- Should I open that parcel? - No, I'll do it.

Good old wheelchair. We'll do great things together, you and I.

I was reading the latest publication by Umberto Eco.

It's a reevaluation of Gozzano.

Uncle Stefano... Uncle Stefano. Uncle Stefano? Uncle Stefano...

Uncle Stefano? No, I don't like it.

But for the good family name, this marriage would be worthwhile.

I didn't know you were so interested.

I'm being serious! Father says so, too.

But you do know that we might see terrible economic consequences because of this, yes?

- And it'll all be your fault. - Oh, I'll be sure to tell Stefano right way.

Seriously though, all joking aside, what else do you need, Auntie?

Your future husband has an excellent job, earns a million a month...

... and also, is fighting a revolution.

- The ideal husband! An armchair hero... - Alvise...

And then, there's the question of age.

- Mother says that if you don't marry now, you never will. - Alvise, that's enough!

By the way, Auntie, how old were you when he seduced you? 18? 16?

Thereabouts.

But why do you have such a problem with Stefano?

And, you know... if I didn't end up like your mother, it's because of him.

You can't treat him this way, it's not very becoming of you.

You do know that at your age he was already fighting in the resistance, yes?

He's a polished man, a politically committed one.

- He always has been and still is. - Still is?

You know how I'd describe Stefano?

Political opportunism...

Petty bourgeois intellectualism...

Maudlin populism.

Alvise, you're becoming ridiculous!

You know what I think? Don't marry him. I'll marry you!

I don't understand some people. They go on holiday and just leave their son with you.

Why must we always discuss the same old things?

Alvise is my nephew, my sister's son, that should be enough of an explanation.

Oh, then you're doing it on purpose? Sorry, what else did I want to say?

We've been together for 15 years, and so as not to interfere in your work...

... I've never demanded that you be by my side all the time.

- Me in Rome, you here... - Are you sure that's the only reason?

Don't talk such nonsense...

We've always wanted our relationship to be as rational as it can be.

Each of us needed to keep our professional life, didn't we?

I can never find things in this place.

If I've been asking to see you here a lot more often lately...

... it's only because we were thinking of moving your work to Rome.

I know.

I know. And I asked that you give me some time to think about it.

Anyway, you know what I think.

I'm convinced that my work out here is much more important.

And anyway, isn't it a bit ridiculous? It feels like a teenage escapade to me.

What do you mean, ridiculous? For me it's just like 15 years ago!

There. Cigarette...

Stefano, please!

Come on, your mother might catch us! It's not the right time...

No, no one will catch us. Come here.

Do you remember? This is where we did it the first time.

"American bombers, taking off from the Enterprise..."

"... have conducted air raids on Hai Phong, a port in the North of Vietnam."

"A dense blanket of clouds and darkness have prevented the pilots..."

"... from making a precise evaluation of the objectives destroyed."

"The B-52s have also struck..."

"... a concentration of Communist troops in Quang Tri, on the central coast."

"700 have been declared dead, and thousands more wounded."

"154 Vietcong prisoners have been captured so far."

"19 North American pilots have fallen into enemy hands..."

"... another 8 are presumed lost."

"This has been Breaking News..."

"Indochina and its black sky, where crows and ravens fly..."

"Farmer who grows the rice, To the sky he turns his face..."

"Farmer who grows the rice..."

"When the hawk flies low, the farmer finds a rock to throw..."

"This happened at Dien Bien Phu, and down came the hawk, all askew..."

"And down came the hawk, all askew..."

"Indochina and its black sky, where crows and ravens fly..."

"Farmer who works on the land, Eyes to the sky, a rock in his hand..."

"Farmer who works on the land..."

"Farmer who fights in the war, Eats on his feet, sleeps on the floor..."

"The twenty-year-olds in the Orient, for whom the war will never relent..."

"The twenty-year-olds in the Orient..."

"The hawk, who comes from afar, a sweet face and grenade in his claw..."

"Fly as fast as you can, fly back to your own land..."

- Still alive, are you? - "Fly as fast as you can..."

Don't you want to drink Coca Cola?

Don't you want to own a Ford?

Don't want to watch television? Ah, not answering, you dirty bastard?!

We'll teach you a lesson, you horrible oppressor!

Dirty, yellow little Chinese communist! Take that!

Take that!

"Farmer who fights in the war, Eats on his feet, sleeps on the floor..."

"Farmer who works on the land, Eyes to the sky, a rock in his hand..."

"Farmer who fights in the war..."

Shit! My mother....

Come on, get up! Don't just sit there.

- You're not angry, are you? - No.

Too funny!

Pass me my tie.

Doesn't this seem a little ridiculous, at our age?

What were we supposed to do, go to your house?

- Come on, don't be like that? - Be like what?

Lea.

Lea...

Lea...

Lea.

Lea...

Lea.

Alvise! There's a letter from your father!

When he comes back from his trip, he wants to find you cured.

He wants to see you at the factory, like the brilliant industrialist you are!

I'll never become a brilliant thief like him.

See, Alvise, the most important thing right now is that you get better.

"You have to get better!" You're just like all the others.

What, do you think I wouldn't like to get better?

Do you think it's fun not being able to walk?

And yet, it all depends on you.

To change things in the world today, we need bright young men like you.

- You have to convince yourself that you're not sick... - I am, and I'll never get better!

That sounds like Tavi. Tavi!

I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick! I'll never get better!

Just through there.

- Poor thing. Poor thing! - I knew it.

Just like my poor husband.

He got run over by a car as well, they had to amputate his leg.

- He should have died right away. - What happened?

- He lasted two years, a lifetime for me... - And then?

The Lord found some compassion and came to take him away.

No. No, there's nothing that can be done.

If you like, I'll take care of it myself.

No, I'd prefer not.

I'm tired, I want to go home!

Just a moment, I'll be right with you.

"I'll be right with you!"

Help, get them for me!

I'm coming! How impatient you are!

There you go.

No, I told you I don't want it!

Don't be such a child, Alvise. At least look at it, it's very handsome!

I won't put it on!

"Breaking news: The 17-year-old son of an industrialist..."

"... strangles an entire family with his fashionable tie, newly purchased."

"Dismay among the general public at the sheer robustness of the tie."

- Here. - Oh, you really shouldn't have...

- The young lady is so kind, she deserves it... - Yes... - You make such a lovely couple...

- Listen, be sure to to hide it well, it has to be a surprise... - Don't worry...

- I'll take care of it... - But don't hide it too well, she has to find it!

And remember, don't do as you did last time: The cake comes before the fruit.

- Don't worry, Miss... - I hope I won't have to!

Enjoy your meal everyone! Oh, and what might this be?

From someone who loves you, perhaps?

A present from Father Christmas?

A surprise!

It's very beautiful, but a bit lonely.

Anyway, thank you.

See, Barbara? The person who loves me, only loves me by half.

Maybe it's a gift in installments.

A lady must always save the situation.

The treasure hunt is later, okay?

- Are we going to eat or not?! - Always the wise one, our Alvise!

- How long are you in Padova, Nicoletta? - Oh, only a few days.

I'm singing on a new programme that starts soon, just me alone!

"Interval with Teddy Rebel". Isn't that right, Nin�?

Ah, yes! It seems like a great gig.

It must be fascinating to work in TV, with all those famous celebrities.

Fascinating? If you only knew what a waste of time it is for me!

When I go to pick her up, they always make me wait for hours!

And then, hundreds of people just standing around with nothing to do.

If my factory worked like that, it would have failed years ago!

I find it incredible that they put so little emphasis on time and money!

Now we hear the real Nin�! No...

You industrialists have still not understood that to capitalise means...

To produce more, maintaining the high quality of the product. - Yes, right...

But only because you make qualitative products like that, by pure chance!

Because there is competition and because he who is cleverest wins!

Not because you see these objects as vehicles for a civilisation!

Yes, just a box to consume...

- The product originates from... - Remember?

I wouldn't get on my father's bad side if I were you.

What do you give him in exchange for the help he gives you?

... of the individual, which are subordinates to the rhythm of production.

I'd say that the product that consumes most of all... is the woman.

No, the evolutionary process has something else in mind!

The very realisation of man, is not to accentuate his neurosis.

Yourselves, the so-called "Fathers of Steam"...

... you are slaves to your own products!

Because you have no creativity!

Nin�, by now you must already know... there is no half-way house!

You must centralise production. Stabilise it.

In short, make it communal...

Who did it? Who did it?!

Who was it? Who put the earring in my soup?!

- Stop that, stupid girl! Don't laugh! - Alvise!

- This is intolerable, make him stop! - Alvise, calm down!

You're right, they're all idiots. Calm down...

Calm down.

And this is the secret of success, to be alive, confident...

... sure of yourself, make the public notice you, and be impulsive!

And Nicoletta has all of these qualities.

That is the main characteristic of the young people of today.

They are a product of the times we live in, and have become somehow...

... senile, compulsively dishonest...

It is a generation that longs for some kind of liberation...

... and is destined to break down the family unit, to tear it apart.

Already, we are showing the symptoms.

The youth of today has become autonomous, wholly dependent on ritual.

The record industry, for example, is only aimed at young people.

This boosts the economy...

... yet has also attained the kind of power that was previously unheard of.

The youth of today has a quality that many people don't even notice...

... something that I like to call "rhythm".

Rhythm that is confident, rebellious...

That's enough! All of you, be quiet for a moment.

Don't you want to hear my last record?

I assure you that it has a lot of rhythm.

"I died, I was a child, I died, together with hundreds..."

"I slipped up through a chimney, And now here I am in the wind..."

"Auschwitz was full of snow..."

"And the smoke rose so slowly, The smoke rose so slowly..."

"In the camps, so many people, That are all now here in the wind..."

"In the wind..."

"So many people..."

Alvise, this anger you show towards everyone isn't helping.

All you're doing is hurting yourself.

It's not that I don't understand why, but you can't have it in for everyone.

Did figure out that that I took the earring myself?

- Don't change the subject, I want you to realise that... - Did you know, or not?

Yes, I knew.

Then why did you defend me? Why didn't you tell everyone?

Well, for... for your own good.

Because I want you to realise that you're not all alone.

So as not to upset you... and because I love you.

Oh, such a lovely gesture! You know, perhaps they'll make you a saint.

Alvise, you need to listen to me, okay?

"Need, need, need..." Don't you know any other words?

I only say it because I love you, because...

Because I want you to get better, just like your father does.

You act like you think my father really cares about me.

Alvise, you shouldn't shut everyone out, you should let people help you.

You must promise to abandon this act of yours, it's really nothing...

... it's really quite infantile.

Lea!

Lea! What are you doing?

- I don't want to you leave. - I don't see why... - I'm sick and you're leaving me!

Alvise, be reasonable. I already told you, it's only for a couple of days.

- I'll be back on Monday, don't act... - Alright, alright!

You know, I really don't know what's happening to me these days, Stefano.

I feel so anxious, restless...

My work used to give me balance, these days it just irritates me.

You'll have moments like this. It happens to everyone.

It'll do you good to be away from your clinic, away from home.

And away from that nephew of yours. Such an annoyance!

- When are they coming to fetch him? - Alvise is sick!

- Sick... - Yes, sick!

If he's sick, who's going to cure him? We can't allow him to behave like that.

"Flooded Farmer": Take one. Okay? You can say anything you like.

- Yes, and they'll edit it in Rome. - Start shooting! - Enough words...

The facts are here for all to see. 10 years of work and this is the result!

- Every year it's the same story... - Just a moment. Come around to this side!

- Just continue speaking naturally, please. - Do you want me to speak now? - Closer! Yes...

- The walls won't hold... - Come on. - We don't have enough time to... - Okay.

Does this look like the kind of place you want children to play? You tell me!

Every night there's the risk that it could just fall down.

The harvest was lost, some of the animals have drowned...

We couldn't even save the dog from drowning!

Where did the water come up to?

It was about 2 in the morning when we were woken up by this horrible sound...

- See... - Look into the camera, please. - Ah, yes...

It came down from that direction, swept away the trees and vineyard.

- How high was the water? - Very high, it destroyed everything!

Is that not worse than in Florence? Look, you tell me!

The Government has forgotten us. Yes there's Florence, but we're Italians too.

- Tell me about the landslide. - It was more than a landslide!

The Government won't do a thing, the radio, the television...

Don't you think they'll help?

We've just been abandoned here.

Dear viewers, we already know that the Government has allocated 5 billion...

... to fight those people that cause imbalance in this country of ours...

.. and that this has been carried out on a huge scale...

- Goodbye. Take care of that material... - Don't worry, we'll see you in Rome!

That's that done.

I was thinking: since we're here, why don't we drop by and see Mario?

Where did I put my keys? Ah, here they are.

My God, is this a funeral? Come on! You'll see, it'll be fun.

Alright, if you like.

Hey, wait for me! I'll be right down!

Massimo! Remember that it's a horse, not a donkey!

Come and see! Massimo's been drinking again!

- What is it? - It's a chicken!

- And what's this supposed to be? - Let him do it... - Is it a chicken again?

- No! - Let him do it!

This is too difficult, we'll never guess!

- What's he doing now? - Quiet, let's see what he does!

Good, isn't he?

It must be Alvise, of course it is!

What's he doing now?

TO MY AUNTIE

TO MY FATHER

TO UNCLE STEFANO

TO MY MOTHER

FOR THE MAIDS

- Food's ready! - Ah, here it is... - Careful, it's hot! - That's it.

- Guys, we were forgetting this! - Ah, good man! Yes, put it on now.

- This white one? All of it? - Yes, and a bit of salt.

- What are you waiting for? - I'll give it a go, shall I?

- See how incapable she is? She even has a degree! - Yes, but... only in medicine.

Want some?

- You should do that imitation of Saragat in Florence. - Yeah, on television!

Right! That way they'll arrest you and that's that.

Poor Massimo, in prison!

Lea, telephone!

- They're calling you. - Please excuse me. - No, you can say everything. - Are you sure?

It's the kind of thing that seems so inoffensive and yet...

- Hello? - ... it always causes a big stir!

- Of course, we shouldn't exaggerate... - Sorry, what?

- We should... - I can't understand you.

Speak louder, I can't understand a thing! Alvise?!

Oh, Auntie! You're back already?

Would someone mind telling me why I was summoned back here so urgently?

- Miss, he was making such a fuss! - Alvise seems perfectly fine!

When we called you he was furious!

It was a miracle we managed to calm him down in the end.

- We were so afraid... - Even the glass in the windows was shaking!

He asked us for a trout in chocolate.

A trout in chocolate? What on earth is going on in this house?!

And since the wolf was very good, he didn't want the grandmother...

... the most famous whore in all the enchanted forest...

... to encourage Little Red Riding Hood to take this road of sin.

But the grandmother knew it and so ate the wolf up in one bite!

Did you know that your nephew is really funny? He has a unique personality.

I've even forgiven him for being so rude to me the other night!

- How was your weekend, Auntie? - Fine. Wonderful, thank you.

Would you mind telling me what's so funny?

So this is why we're back so early? The little prince wanted some attention.

- Will you be quiet, please?! - Fine, we'll talk when you've calmed down.

- What were you and Nicoletta laughing about tonight? - I can't tell you.

It's a secret between us two.

Anyway, I'm happy that you've made peace with her, you know?

You should spend more time together.

She's talented, nice, modern, funny...

And you know, you're the same age.

And also, she has a future. Or at least, she has a present.

Yes, she has a good personality.

She's from a good family, has the backing of my father...

... in a few years she'll make a good wife, a wonderful bride, all in white...

... in the beautiful white cathedral, with the blessing of the vicar, amen.

Alvise, look! Aren't they just perfect?

I wouldn't say so.

Why don't you try a more effective manure?

You could even bury that beloved dead dog of yours underneath them.

And if Diabolik had been more willing, he'd have buried me already!

I'd like it if you stopped talking about what happened, too.

Because Diabolik wasn't able to hit the mark!

And you need to take things more seriously.

Why? When Diabolik is in town, everything is serious!

Don't make those who love you suffer. You should have faith in me, Alvise.

- Lea, the boss is looking for you. - Oh, let him look! - Are you okay?

Sorry. I'm not in the best of moods today, please excuse me.

Sorry if I made you wait.

But this, believe me...

... has been a stressful morning.

Since we came back, I must have tried to call you at least 15 times.

But that half-wit nephew of yours always answers, saying crazy things.

- Well, now I'm here. What did you want to tell me? - No, sorry...

It's you who should be telling me something. I haven't heard from you in two weeks!

Lea, if something isn't right, just tell me.

I've always tried to advise you in the best way possible.

We've always decided on things together.

That's true.

And don't you think it's time that I started making them on my own?

After all, I'm an adult now.

- Don't you think so? - Sorry, I'm tired. - Wait, we have to talk about this.

We'll talk about it another time.

- Did you want something? - No...

Just to look at you.

- Those earrings are terrible. - What do you mean? They're pretty!

- Sorry, but why don't you like them? - They're awkward, vulgar, obscene!

You should throw them away!

Alvise, are you messing around?

No, I'm being serious. Throw them away.

Throw them away!

Is that what you really want?

- Yes. - Okay.

Satisfied?

Do you know how much those cost? What will I tell Stefano?

Nobody touches me! Got that?! Nobody touches me! Nobody...

Alvise, what's wrong?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Sorry.

That's enough.

Doesn't it seem strange to you? You're my mother's sister, after all.

I want to go to bed!

I don't recognise her anymore. She was so organised, so methodical, but now...

What do you want?

What do I want? That's what you're asking me?

I want you to pack your bags, right now!

This famous decision that you wanted to make alone, I've made it for you.

- I'm taking you to Rome. - To Rome?

Lea, what is happening to you?

Perhaps I've disappointed you in some way. Tell me, because I just don't understand.

Why don't we really look at what's happening to you, together?

But there's nothing to understand, Stefano. Everything you say is right.

It's always right.

What do you mean, "always right"?

Lea, I say it for your own good, whatever is happening in this house...

... I, I don't know, it seems absurd.

- And I feel it's my duty... - "Duty"? - Yes, "duty" to take you away from here.

What are you saying? You come here and talk about order, duty, I don't understand.

Ah, you don't understand? Don't you realise how ridiculous you're becoming?

Everyone in Padova is talking about you. Even I feel ridiculous!

What is keeping you here? I'd really like to know.

- Alvise! - Lea, please...

Stefano says that he feels ridiculous.

- I think, because of us. - It took him long enough. Well, better late than never.

I feel like going for a stroll. Shall we?

Right.

Straight on.

- Are you hungry? - No. Straight on.

Stefano has gone.

- Yes. Am I going left? - No, right.

Hello?

No, the doctor won't be coming back to the clinic. No, never again!

No, she's not sick! The doctor wants to live, not to work.

No, I'm not a relative. I'm Diabolik!

Everyone is looking for you...

... but they don't understand that Diabolik will never give in.

Look.

So the King goes to Alvise and he tells him:

"Do you wish to become an impeccable Knight that holds no fear?"

"No, my Sire", replies Alvise.

"And if I offered you nobility, and castles?"

"Still no, My Lord. I want..."

"I want..."

No! Not like that, it hurts.

Enough. If you play with me, this time we'll make love. I promise.

- What do you want to play? - Any kind of game. Here...

I'll hide this and you have to find it.

When I'm ready, I'll call you!

Alvise?

Alvise!

Alvise!

Let me out!

Open up!

- Let me out of here! - It's nothing, just an experiment.

Don't just stand there, take me upstairs!

- Bianca, Maria! Let me out! - Get out of here!

- I want to come out! Let me out! - Go on, get! Get out of here!

Alvise, open up! Alvise!

- Doctor, did you call me? What's wrong? - Open the door, that's enough now.

Open up, Alvise!

- Hey, didn't we have a deal? - Stop it. Let me out now, come on.

- Didn't you say that you wanted to play? - Alright, I'll play, but open the door.

- Are you telling the truth? Swear you'll play? - Yes, whatever you want...

Do you swear on your grandmother?

Alright, I swear on my grandmother.

- And on your grandfather? - Alvise, open up! Open the door or I'll call for help! Open it!

Alright, persistent woman. I'll open the door.

Cold. Cold!

Cold. Still cold!

If you carry on like this, we'll both freeze to death!

Cold.

Cold.

- Cold! - Did you lose it? Tell me the truth!

- Still cold! - Enough!

I'm tired.

Come on, you can do it! Have some faith! You don't want to give up now, do you?

Come on, it's over there!

Warmer, warmer... Come on, you're really close!

Warmer...

There it is!

- I'm over here, come on! Quick! - Alvise! - Come on, that's it!

- Move it! - Alvise, help me! - That's it, little one! - Help!

That's it, keep going! Show me what you're made of! Come on, walk!

- That's it, little one! Come on! - Where are you? - Come on!

- That's it, straight ahead! - Alvise? - No, to the right!

- Am I doing alright? - Come on!

Forward! Quick! That's it, come on!

Come on, don't stop! Quick, come on!

You can get me, I'm sure you can! That's it!

- Come on, I'm over here! - I'll get you!

This way!

- Where are you taking me? Ouch! - Straight ahead! - Where are you?

I can't hear you!

Where... where are you?

Do you still not get that I'll never make love to you?

Today we'll play out a revenge story.

You're Eva Kan and you betrayed me. And I, Diabolik, will have my revenge.

It's useless to run!

Here I come, little one!

I'll show you what a party is!

You've had your last cocktail!

No, Alvise, don't hurt me!

No one escapes from Diabolik!

"Who's afraid, afraid of the bomb? Who's afraid, afraid of the bomb?"

"I'm not afraid, afraid of the bomb!"

Hey, little one! Are you still there?

I'm home, little girl! Here I am!

No. No. No, Alvise...

No! No, Alvise!

No, not like this! You're hurting me! No!

No! Stop! Please, no!

Please, have mercy! Darling, have mercy! Darling...

Trying to corrupt me, eh? Alright, you asked for it!

Stop, you're hurting me! Alvise, let me go! That hurts!

Would you prefer some tea or some nylon?

Justice will be served!

- Then you'll learn to obey Diabolik! - Stop!

Tomorrow we'll get up early.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow we have to play the euthanasia game.

- Tomorrow I have to sort the house out. - Later!

- Remember, you promised. - This house is a disaster.

I have to clean everything before your parents get back. Everything.

Lea, I'm sad.

You should really open those letters before your father gets back.

- I said I'm sad. - Shall we go out?

- When you went away with Stefano, did you really have fun? - No.

Were you really afraid when they called and told you about me?

Not particularly.

- Then why did you come back right away? - We just did.

And if I'd really died, what would you have done?

- Want a drink? - Would you have cried?

Lea.

Lea, wake up.

- I'm tired. Please, let me sleep. - Sleep later.

Right now we have to play. You promised, remember?

I've prepared everything.

Want me to put a tie on?

Do you want to?

How do I look?

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