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DEAR DAD

On the basis of a careful extrapolation of recent trends,

it's fair to say that, with the beginning of the 80s,

the business volume of multinational corporations will represent about a quarter

of the non-communist world production.

It is therefore clear that these corporations represent an important vehicle of progress

that is altering the social relations,

the system of values and systems of behavior, to such an extent

as to contribute effectively to reduce communication barriers between peoples,

and to offer itself thus as an irreplaceable factor of stabilization of the world order.

How was it? - Terrific! I didn't understand much. - Better! A bit of obscurity...

Thank you so much. Oh, merci. Merci beaucoup.

Listen, was there Pesenti?

There he is! - And Stolz, Von Heimer? - Of course!

There is also Carmine. - Merci, merci beaucoup. Tr�s gentil.

My partner. My associate, Mr Parrella.

Thanks, very kind. - Cheers.

Nice to see you.

Well, shall we go to the buffet? A small example of Italian gastronomy. Please.

Aha! You film even our spaghetti! You want to copy these too?

Excuse me.

Parrella! The appointment with Andrelloni, you've thought about it?

Done, it's set at 5. - Alright, then I take this chance to see Dalmasi. - Bye.

Millozza. Millozza!

Hello Bert�, how are you? Bye.

You want to ruin me and send me bankrupt? - How's that? Why bankrupt?

If you buy also the Martinazzi, I go bankrupt!

Beware, you won't get away with it! I'll go straight to the Minister.

But go... Go see whoever you want!

Let go of me, Christ! Among civilized people!

Civilized person, you?!

Okay, we'll talk tomorrow.

Duilio?

Didn't we put on bulletproof windows? - Sure, sir, bombproof!

Good. So, since they cost, and a lot, let's keep them closed.

Very well, sir.

Hello?

No, Duilio here.

Engineer Millozza?

I'll see if he's here.

Moron!

Hello?

Dad, it's me, Marco.

Hello Marco. What happens?

They phoned from Geneva. Mom...

Mom phoned? - Yes. I mean, not her...

They phoned to say... that she's not well.

Why, what's wrong?

She attempted suicide. But she's not serious.

As usual. At each change of season.

Don't worry, I'll go. - No, we'll go together. Tomorrow morning, though.

Bye. - Bye. - Here.

Good morning sir.

Sometimes bad news bears good chances.

Such as this chance to spend some time together.

How long ago was last time?

A lot! When we went to Florence to watch Italy-Brazil.

That long? Oh, well!

But, how are you? You're... somewhat pale.

Are you OK? You eat?

You talk as if we didn't live together. Yet we meet almost every day.

Almost!

And the University? You enrolled in Political Science, is it? Or am I wrong?

Literature, 4th year.

Literature, Literature, right! Which exams are you preparing?

Semiology.

The science of signs!

Fascinating.

Everything is a sign, in life.

Gestures... Beckoning...

Sometimes just a sign... Wait, look.

Yes?

You see?

A bit of champagne.

Let's have some champagne, huh?

Good morning! - Hello. - Good morning young man.

Luca!

Bonjour Papa!

Hey, don't tell me you forgot Italian!? How are you? - Fine, dad.

You see your brother? - Hi Marco. - Hi Luca. How are you?

How goes it? Where's the lady? - In the lounge.

Luca. Look what I brought you for your collection.

It's the Ferrari of Niki Lauda, right? - Yes.

I preferred a rubber bat. But that's okay.

Aaah! Silly girl!

My silly girl! What are you up to! Huh?

Albino! - Again? But look at that!

Why wasn't I born stronger?

Oh, Marco!

Darling!

You're here at last!

However I find you well, huh? Enough.

Why you always play these tricks on me?

I feel... I feel so alone, useless...

What am I good for?

Who for? - Come on!

Who cares about me? - But we all love you!

I, Marco...

Rudolf too. Our dear old Rudolf!

How are you? - Sehr gut! Except my gout, with weather changes.

But I find you in great shape. - Yes, I can't complain, thanks.

Look what Marco brought me.

You saw how Luca grew?

And he even lost his horrible Roman accent.

Luca is becoming a little man.

Here, Luca. This is for your small expenses.

How goes with the cello? - Fine, dad.

Today he has his essay. I hope you'll come, Albino.

Yes, sure, sure... - Come, Luca.

Ah! Charlotte!

You look good. Still your beautiful boobs, eh?

Good!

Merci monsieur. Come.

Did you know that Charlotte is in love with my husband?

How's Margot?

She's not French, she's Belgian.

You understand German? Since when?

Yes, I've had to learn it. I also know some Japanese.

However, the slut is fine. She's just fine.

Mom, I brought you this Erik Satie disk.

How nice of you, my darling! But I had it already.

You didn't ask me about Costanza.

She's still in that clinic, I think. - No.

No, she's out, she is detoxified.

She phoned me yesterday.

But sure! You've other thoughts in mind! - But why...

Daughter and wife may as well die! - But no, I'll go see her. Where's she now?

In a commune, in the country. Promise me you'll go see her.

Yes, of course!

Oh, what an evil dad! - Poor thing! Look how he was crying!

Poor Marco. What has daddy done to you, huh?

Bravo! Bravo Marco!

Behold, now comes the fateful... event.

Oh, the trickster!

There it is! Nice goal by hand, eh Marco?

Oh! What a bully!

Ah, croquet!

It's no longer played now, is it?

Oh, Marco, you were rather ugly!

We loved each other, eh Marco?

You're much better with a mustache, Albino.

Very well! Nice memories, huh?

Good times!

Are you staying for lunch? - No, dear, no.

You're tired, you need some rest. Marco and I will go out to eat.

You've visited the patient, right? You're at peace with your conscience.

Why not stay for lunch with us?

Kn�del, souffl� and apple strudel. No, thank you Rudolf.

You're always offensive.

What? Offensive? Why?

Rudolf, have I been offensive? - I don't think so.

You're backing him, Rudolf?

Yes, Albino, you were offensive!

Even how you got up was offensive! - Yeah? I got up offensively?

Rudolf, tell the truth.

Did he get up offensively or not? - Say it.

I didn't pay much attention, but it seemed a bit offensive.

You see? You see? - Very well, so I was offensive.

Charlotte, prepare me a glass of Pfl�mli... Swiss firewater.

Oui, monsieur!

You want one too, Rudolf? Let's go for a drink.

She's a difficult woman, Rudolf.

However I had warned you, huh? - Ja, ja.

Bellinzona.

In a meadow near the station of Coire, was found the cow that last week

had escaped his young guardian, in a pasture in the lower Engadine.

I'm happy for that poor shepherd boy!

News from Italy.

Several attacks have occurred during the night

in the Communist Party headquarters, at Padua and Rovigo.

Bombs exploded in the offices of the Christian Democrats

in Rome, Palermo and Trapani.

In Genoa, a manager of Italsider has been seriously wounded in the legs.

The attack has not been claimed yet.

Teheran.

What a horrible country, Italy!

I did well to get away!

"Until each and every one will fall, as drawn in a lottery."

Shakespeare.

Marco, have you told anyone you would come to Geneva?

No, why?

A certain Hans phoned, asking for you.

Do you know him? - No.

How strange!

Engineer! - Hey!

What're you doing there?

Crazy! They're crazy!

Come! I'll take you to the best restaurant in Geneva.

Crazy! All mad, the Swiss women!

It seems that Mom has attempted suicide because the cook quit.

Yes, don't smile! Charlotte told me so.

Boredom! Boredom makes you do anything!

Boredom is the doom of the rich.

Why, you're not rich? You call yourself out?

No, I was saying... - Yes, I know you were joking.

Yet you gave your little jab, huh?

You often have this attitude.

As if you were different, from another family.

Why, then?

I've always worked honestly. And you know it.

It seems to have become a sin, to have made some money!

However, also...

for you too it wasn't so bad, right?

You've gotten the scooter, the car,

you went to Capri... Didn't you?

Yes, yes, thank you.

It's not... I'm not asking you to thank me.

I'd understand your attitude if I were, I don't know, a cynic, a careerist.

But I've a clean past.

I also fought to make a better Italy.

Yes!

If then it didn't come off so well, it's not my fault.

Here is a table for you. - Oui!

Thanks.

Millozza!

Good to see you! Join the tables!

Certainly!

I thought you were in Argentina. - No, in Lebanon!

But I left at the right time. Spaghetti old Neapolitan fashion!

Two. There's also my lady. - Well, well, sit down. - Thank you.

So, how are you, old pirate? - Well, getting by.

Who did you hurt as of late, huh?

Who's he? The heir? - Yes.

The... future ace of finance? - Yes, he's my son Marco. He's alright.

Dear boy, your father and I are old pals from the Resistance times.

When Americans parachuted us in Emilia.

But who knows how often he's told you, eh? - Come on, what you want to tell!

Don't listen to him, Marco. Let's talk about you instead.

Who's your dupe in Switzerland?

My lawyer forbade me to enter Italy before a government change.

They pinned on me also the 7 billion of that sonofabitch! You know who?

They wanna frame me, but I've proof!

If I start talking I send to jail even the Pope!

Meanwhile, I remarried. Look, here she is!

My wife Anna Blum, married Ferretti. - Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

My son... Please.

I've ordered "spaketti".

Hey!

What's on your head? What's that pot?

??? Levatela, come on!

No, it's very pretty! - Aw, throw it away!

Bonjour. - Good morning. Hans?

Oui, c'est moi. - I'm from Rome. I'm a friend of Corrado. - Ah, good.

Auf Wiedersehen. - Auf Wiedersehen.

Ah! I'm late? - No. It's me who's early.

What's under your arm, books? - Yup.

By? - Ziegler, the last by Fromm... - Good, you'll lend it to me.

Let's walk by the lake, for a chat. - OK, dad.

What's wrong? Are you worried? - No, why? - No?

Want to make a gift to your girlfriend? Take some money. - No.

No, thanks! - There's nothing wrong with accepting money from one's father!

I sure don't want to bribe you! - Why do you insist? I said I don't want it!

It seems that to you the only issue is money. - Well, money is important, my boy.

If for example I asked you if you need affection, maybe you told me to fuck off. Or not? Huh?

You know, during the war, a group of Italians interned here caught a swan and roasted it.

Really?

They fared with a fine for "hunting off season."

Sure, to kill a swan takes some nerve. But I assure you, it was delicious.

I did manage to make you laugh! It took a while!

We're fine together you and I, right?

Oh! Speaking of hunting!

Remember that time in Sardinia, at that Count's home, whatshisname?

When we went hunting for mouflons.

No. - How not? There was also Minister Patitucci!

He shit himself, the dogs left the mouflons and went after him. Don't you remember?

No, dad, I don't recall. - How! - I've never been in Sardinia.

Oh, Yeah! Yes, it's true. Maybe it was your sister Costanza.

Oh well!

Four o'clock! We have to hurry! Luca's concert! Your mother will kill me.

What is it, "The Dying Swan"?

Poor swan!

Look, we're going. The plane!

But, didn't you come with yours? - Sure, but we have to be in Rome before seven.

Hug Luca for me. He's very good!

Perhaps the cello is not for him.

And you, please, no more foolishness! You got it?

Bye. - Bye. Don't you give me a kiss? - Yes, bye. Let's go.

Remember, go see Costanza. - Yes, OK. - Bye Mom.

Bye Rudolf.

Bye Luca. - Bye!

Hi dear. - Hello!

You had a good trip? - Yes. But where's Duilio?

I told him I'd come pick you up.

I wanted to surprise you. - Kind thought. - Dad, I'm going.

Where to? Don't you come with us? - No, some friends came for me.

Bye, Dad, bye Margot. - Bye Marco. - Bye.

How is Giulia?

Fine, as always.

Suicide is good for her. A suicide occasionally lengthens her life.

No, no, be patient, really not this.

Your husband? How's he?

He's seen a specialist.

There's nothing to do, he lives as if he were seized. He sleeps under a tent.

Under a tent !?

He put up a tent in his room and lives under it. He's writing his memoirs.

Look, can't we speed up a bit?

You're in a hurry? - Yes, I'm late. Why don't you install a phone in the car?

Because I don't need it. - Okay, but I do.

Pardon! Engineer "nerves" is back!

It's your son that puts you in a bad mood? - No, no.

I don't know, though. It's...

He's weird.

Sometimes, with him, I feel uncomfortable.

There's something I don't get in that boy.

Listen, tonight at the cinema there's the last Altman film. I'd like to go.

No, no. I've this meeting, I don't know when we finish. You go, if you want.

No, I don't want to go alone.

Pity. I had a plan to end the evening.

An orgy?

Cut it out!

Oh, come on! One can't even joke!

Here it is! We lacked the roadblock.

Overtake it. - No, we can't! - Pass, pass, I told you to overtake it. Go, go!

Well, what do we do?

Sorry, marshal, I'm in a hurry. - Ah, it's you, sir! Excuse me.

What's up? - Nothing. With the amnesty they took them all out.

Now we take them back. Routine work. - Well done! I notice signs of recovery.

Congratulations. - Good evening sir! - Go, it's late. Goodbye.

It's engineer Millozza. - Ah!

Look at that!

Oh, Christ! Albino! You could've told me you were leaving for Geneva, right?

Well, you've heard about Giulia? How's it going here?

The Minister is in your office.

He wants to talk before the meeting. - The French? The Americans?

In my office, I'm keeping them warm. - Watch out for Bernard, he's a bad fish.

Well, Mr. Minister, I will report.

Good evening, engineer. - Ah! Dear Honorable!

Excuse my delay, I come from Geneva. As you might know, my wife has been ill.

Yes, I've heard. - So... - My wife too, sometimes.

It's the evil of our times. - Gianna, you may go. Please don't pass me any call.

Excuse me. - Go, go!

So then! - Dear Millozza, the operation is compromised, you know?

Compromised? What do you mean? - Someone talked, and it's leaked out.

The Communists are upon us. And the Radicals are preparing a dossier.

OK, something leaked, but not the substance.

It takes little to inflate and make tragedies!

At the House they already talk of industrial transfers abroad and so on!

My Party has backed down, and I, dear you, I won't risk, that's that! - Ah, no!

The operation is too big, and of too much interest for all, right?, for all,

to be postponed.

They want to inflate things? So, we resize them.

They want 51% of the shares? All right, but officially we have 48, not more.

That's what must be restated to Chamber, Communists and Press.

Understood? There's no risk, and I'll show you. First,

the final operation doesn't take place in Italy, but in Canada. Second...

Goodnight, Duilio. Tomorrow morning at 8. - Goodnight, engineer.

Each time it fools me, this fucking alarm!

Welcome back, engineer! - Hello, Debebe. Any phone calls? - Yes. Mr. Parrella...

Minister Morrotti, RaiTV, Commendatore Bert�. - Then?

Still Commendatore Bert�. Five times.

Already eaten? - No not yet. And you? - We've finished just now.

Marco? - He's gone out. - He's never at home, that boy.

OK, fix me something in the kitchen. I don't want to eat alone.

Okay, sir. - Hey!

Where did you get those shoes?

You said I could take them!

Take, yes, but the used ones.

Lift your foot, let me see the sole. Up, up!

Lokk at that. New!

Shoes ordered in London, 200,000 lire, never worn. Hey, Debebe!

But I thought... - You thought what? Back home you walk barefoot!

I'll make you go back to Somalia.

Used shoes, for chrissake, not these!

What're you doing?

Not here, later!

And the book that was here? You swiped that too?

I don't read books.

A book with a red cover, "Capitalism and Freedom". Where is it?

I don't know, sir.

Marco must've taken it, of course.

What're you doing? Go, go!

Holy patience! I have to ask for a raise.

"Arid clay flavor..."

"In the heart of dried seaweed, stonelike."

Nice crap, I used to write.

"Enough with slogans, enough with theory."

The moment of action has arrived.

"Geneva. Albino concludes business."

"Any pretext is good, even a suicide."

I see Hans, Alain, Carlos and Y.

The little Luca is cute.

At the concert, when we left, he had sad eyes.

The bankrupt Ferretti is in Geneva. Who expected it?

I hate exclamation points.

"Tomorrow meeting at 7."

I predict it will be voted the hard line. There will be all,

also C and M, just back from S.

Sir, it's ready.

Yes.

You've eaten well, engineer? - Yes. The stew with banana was not bad.

But you put bananas everywhere? - Yes. For us banana is like parsley for you.

Have a glass of wine, Debebe. - Thanks, engineer.

You know that tonight we saw you on TV? - Ah! The interview. How I was?

We switched channel.

There was a quiz show!

You did well.

Tell me something.

Marco, what does he do? You see him?

The young Mr Marco? How, "we see him"?

Yes. I'm always out of home, you are here. You see him?

He brings home any friends?

He brings, for example, any girls?

You mean, for "fick-fick"?

What "fick-fick"! Girls, boys, just so, to talk.

Yes, girls too. Every so often.

They close themselves in the room, maybe talk... maybe "fick-fick".

And how are these guys?

Kind.

And at night, Marco goes out? He stays out late at night?

We don't know. At 11 we go to sleep.

Of course! Union's schedule. Great!

OK, I'm going.

If Marco returns, let something prepared for him.

Fine, sir. - Possibly without bananas.

This time you hit the shoulder. Good!

Albino!

Hello. - Attention please!

The ladies enrolled in the rifle course...

Good morning. Hello beautiful.

How come you're here, what's up? - I wanted to see you. Are you done here?

No, no.

Good. Then I'll take you to the sea. We'll eat there. - At the sea? With this cold?

Why, the sea is only for summer?

No, but I want to finish the lesson. You know I hit the shoulder?

And then I wanted to tidy up my hair a bit in order to be prettier for you.

Why, you have plans tonight?

No, nothing special. With you, no? - Oh, yeah!

I'll take you to a terrific place. It seems to be in New York.

Good. Then see you tonight.

Bye. Hey!

Give no truce to the enemy. Hit him in the heart.

Mine... you already hit it!

Bye!

Liar!

Marco's girlfriend, Laura. Former girlfriend.

Ah, yes. It's right her.

You are laura? - Yes. And you're Albino Millozza?

The great Millozza!

You're alone?

You're alone? - I can't hear anything!

You're alone?

And Marco? What's Marco doing?

I was about to ask you. What's Marco doing?

I haven't seen him since long.

Last time it was two months ago, at the "Tucano".

And you're always with Margot?

I am loyal!

To lovers.

Predictable. - What?

The joke. A bit predictable. - Let's go dancing.

There!

Shall we go there? It looks pretty quiet. We can have a chat ...

Sir, you need me? - No thanks, I'm just taking some air.

I think that here we can talk, right?

Let's go away! - Come to my place, I live nearby.

This is my custom-built. - Cute, comfortable.

Too bad it'll be hard for you to park it. - Predictable this too, everyone says it.

See, at a certain age everyone finds himself a hobby: fishing, painting, safari...

But I want to devote myself to the rediscovery of my children.

Curious how the youth change every year.

We adults, we don't change. At most, we go gaga.

But them, one year, football, then the year after,

Brecht, Kafka, then they want to be directors...

they want to free the cinema...

And eventually they get married...

or get arrested.

You? Your relations with your father? - Excellent! He's dead.

Cute. - It's all here.

It's mom who pays?

Even choosing a painter like Klimt, instead of the usual Che Guevara posters,

well, it means something, good. - Yes, tease me!

No, who's teasing, why? I look like one who makes fun?

Yes, you look like one who says things just to speak.

Perhaps it's my shyness. It's a way as any to defend myself.

Predictable this too? - Yes.

Want some music? - No, no music, good heavens!

You're older than Marco. How old are you?

27. I'm a former 'sixtyeighter'!

Why you say it laughing? - Because it's not to be proud of. Look at the results!

We hoped to do great things, but we didn't accomplish anything.

It all remained nice phrases.

"Under the tarmac there's the beach", "Occupy Heaven"...

And the other, of the sea, how was that?

"Why settle for the blue if you can have the sea?" It was a folk phenomenon.

When did you meet Marco?

Two years ago, in a pizzeria.

You liked him?

Too young for me.

And he?

He loved you?

Marco, he doesn't love anyone.

Here. - Thank you.

You're cute.

You too... you're not too bad.

Tonight, while we danced, I felt something that really impressed me.

You have a gun, right?

Take it off. I don't like guns. - Sorry.

Done.

It's Peter, an old friend. He's English, and is a transvestite in Paris. He's here on vacation.

Ah! A transvestite with a beard! Well, they come up with anything!

He's crazy about TV.

Well, then... we can proceed.

What's this? A congress?

Is here the engineer?

Excuse me sir, but I was getting worried. Is all right?

So? You want to come in too?

As you wish, sir. - Go, go, I'll be right. Go!

Aw, alright!

Never mind! I'm sorry, dear, not the right evening.

Bye!

That's it!

I'm pleased to have found the President in such an excellent disposition.

And you, dear Giusti, dine with me one of these evenings.

I will show you my De Chiricos. Authentic.

With great pleasure! Goodbye, engineer!

Goodbye, Mr. Parrella. - Goodbye, and thank you very much!

Bye, Parrella. See you tomorrow in the office.

I may be late, I'm with you-know-who. - You-know-who? Who's that, a Japanese?

The usual snack at the Grand Hotel, sir?

No. Take me home. - Fine, engineer.

Good evening, sir.

What's with the magnolia?

It has green bugs.

No, leave it on.

I like some music. - No, enough! I've listened for two hours.

Wait, Marco! What the hell!

For once, stay a while with me.

You too want a drink?

You know who I saw last night? Laura.

Remember her? - Ah, yes, Laura. How is she?

Very well. Always pretty, likable.

I think she's still a bit in love with you.

Where did you meet her?

At the "Elephant". That nice hangout for deaf.

Ah... I heard about it.

But once you didn't like those spots. Why this change?

So. Curiosity.

And then ideas are made to be changed. Consistent is he who contradicts himself.

For instance, as a kid, if you were twiddling like that, I'd give you a slap.

Now I let you do, and I feel consistent.

No? Don't you agree?

OK, dad, I'm going.

No, no! Marco, wait.

You remember that in Geneva I promised your mother that I'd go see Costanza?

Well, I found where she is.

She's in a working farm.

"Gardens of Peace"

A kind of rehabilitation center for former addicts.

Why don't you come too? She'd like that.

No, I'm not coming. I can't stand addicts.

How many things you can't stand, my boy!

Mind that intolerance generates old age, and acidity!

A man, when is young,..

seems to be full of... lit bulbs.

Yes! Many fantasies, ideas, desires, enthusiasm. Then...

Tac! A bulb goes off...

and a joy goes away. A light disappears, then another...

and the total darkness takes over.

But this takes place in a cycle of years.

Instead you youngsters give me the impression of a darkness that comes all of a sudden.

Yes.

You youngsters become old all at once.

You turn off all the bulbs together.

Hey! Marco!

The news of the operation "Jackal", as Hans calls it,

is certain. We are waiting for the arrival of K.

The Milanese are for the invalidity, Z is against. The trial will begin tomorrow.

On the times and places of the action there is still uncertainty. - Sir.

Ah, Debebe!

Well? Put on your shoes, make some noise! You come as a spy!

What is it? - There's Mrs. Margot in the phone.

How's the tone of voice? - Very badass!

All right. Pass it in my room.

Hello? Yes, hello Margot.

Yes, okay, you're right. Yes, I'm a boor.

However you didn't seem so alone when I left you. You had your eyes closed

in the arms of that John Travolta! - You won't be jealous of that kid?

And then nothing happened, if you must know. - Nothing happened? Well, wrong!

Look, I was hot, my head was bursting, you were in good company...

Alright, yes, I'm a boor. I'm a boor! Bye!

Albino! Dear Albino! There you are, finally!

How nice that you came! - Thank you. - Are you OK? - Thanks. - You all right?

Good, good! I saw you on the front page of the newspaper!

What are you preparing for this poor Italy? - You're Don Lillo? - Yes, but call me Lillo.

Here we all use first names, we're all brothers. Big family!

And Costanza? - She's fine. Come, I'll take you to her. - Alright.

Poor thing, she had a very hard time, but now she's better.

But you said she was fine. - What did you understand? I said "better."

Look here, this is a paradise, a true paradise! This is... is the Eden!

And look at these guys how they're cheerful. Here we have animals, plants, fresh milk!

We also have apples, that we can eat without fearing...

the tempting serpent!

And also without fear of a stomach ache!

Want to taste it? - No thanks. But where's Costanza?

At the cowshed. Come, I'll take you.

Today we collect vegetables from the garden. We have milk, cheese, butter, meat.

Y'know, we've a small restaurant. They come from all over Italy to eat here.

It costs little and you eat well!

There she is!

Costanza! There's daddy!

Albino! Come eat with us later, I made baby lamb chops!

Hello Costanza.

How are you? Already... Already a lot better, it seems.

Well, of course, here you're among many friends, people who love you.

Your mother says hi. She too wanted to come to see you, but then...

Oh well, you'll see her in Geneva next time.

Marco too, y'know, said "When will Costanza return home?"

But you?

Come on, I want to hear you talk. How are you?

Are you glad I came to visit you?

Well...

I think that in... in a few months, soon, anyway,

you can also think of returning home.

We'll take, I don't know, a governess... a nurse.

Costanza needs no nurses. There's me and that's it.

Well, you have your own family, right? I don't think you want to move to our house.

Why not?

Because not.

Children!

Girls!

At the table!

"Class struggle won't backtrack."

And class struggle today means armed struggle.

Call Myrta.

"K is back. Meeting at R's place."

In the gunsight...

there are F, T, P, M, and C.

It's among these names that we have to choose the target.

3 - 6...

3 - 6 - 4 - 8 - 1 - 3.

Hello? Is Marco there?

Marco who? - Marco Millozza. - No, I don't know him.

But... who am I speaking to? - This is the ice factory.

Yes? - You called me?

Who's speaking?

Will you come for dinner tonight?

Huh? No... I don't think so, no.

We wanted to prepare chicken with banana. Specialty of Kismayo.

You've been in Kismayo, engineer? - No.

Most beautiful Somali women, in Kismayo. Most beautiful in whole Africa!

Your wife is from Kismayo? - Ha, ha, no!

Go, go.

Hello?

Hello dad, I'm Marco. Someone called for me?

No. I mean, yes, a girl, but did not say who she was.

It doesn't matter. - Where are you? You went out early this morning.

At the university. I have an exam.

Fool! Fool! Fool!

Look, Marco, I want to tell you something.

You have many friends, right? College fellows, girlfriends...

Well, I'd like to meet them. Why don't you bring them home?

Sunday there's the inauguration of the indoor pool. I organized a little party.

Invite who you want. - All right.

My father invites you Sunday to a party at his house. - What?

We at home Millozza? Are we crazy? - Instead we go! Why not?

Guys, Sunday everyone at Millozza's, washed and ironed!

Hello Pacini!

Hey, good to see you!

Hey! Cheer them up, these friends of yours!

I don't want to see sad faces. Come on, guys!

Dear Samini! What a pleasure to have you with us, despite your inconvenience.

How are you? - Very well. In fact, the doctor told me that I must walk.

Yes? - I recover sooner. - So it's all good.

Here it is. My son Marco...

You know everyone, right? The poet Galastri, Marinella...

Professor De Michelis...

That was a close call, Carletto.

Ah, my Nietta, you know what? When I was there,

with the body full of bullets and no one helping me, I confess that I,

laical radical, I prayed to God.

Professor! Could you give me the psychoanalytic version of terrorism?

Well. Easy enough, I would say.

Well, the typical terrorist is an oral temperament.

The pure "oral types" have had

a conflict situation with their parents in early childhood.

They hate any kind of authority. They're anti-establishment.

You psychoanalysts,

you have the bad habit to always bring into play the parents and the mother's womb.

But here it's a genuine subversive plan. Anything but pee in bed or oral temperament!

You know my husband?

Poor thing! Since he sleeps in a tent he's better. He's reaccustoming himself.

He listens to every smallest noise.

And so I'm completely broke.

I almost don't have money to buy cigarettes.

Finished! Kaput.

And who knows when he'll come out! - Why, he wasn't released on bail?

No, not for the moment.

Ah, I swear, Albino, I'm to the point that I'd do anything to find

those 80... 100 million...

Even 60, 50, maybe...

To fix everything... and get by.

You would do... anything?

Anything.

Well... 50 million is a lot.

For you it's not that much.

I feel so ashamed, y'know.

I swear I never betrayed my husband. - Oh, I believe you!

When shall we meet?

Why? You thought I was serious?

And then, I say, your husband must pay for the scam he did to me with the Arabs.

Right? Look, in case, do try...

try with Mr Bigazzi, the one with a cigar.

He's full of dough, and you're just his type. Go, go!

Go on my Behalf. Go!

Go!

Hey, guys, you're not eating?

How come you don't dance? Yet it's your stuff, rock music.

There you go, I've danced!

Cute, the little beard!

I too wore a beard in the mountains.

At a ski resort.

No. Partisan.

Where did you meet Marco?

Me, at the University.

You study?

Not me. I'm a thief.

Anyway, guys, the pool is heated, we have suits for all sizes...

For you I've even soap.

Here, Carla. Who wants any?

I do. - Your friends are nice.

Beautiful faces, cheerful. Especially him.

Nice samples, your son's friends. - Ah, let it go!

I invited them for a matter of... family policy.

Why, you don't care to know who hangs out with your daughter?

Not only I don't care to know who hangs out with that bitch,

but actually I don't care about my daughter!

You know she's pregnant and doesn't even know by whom? - Mario! Must everyone know?

Shut up, you! - But, Mario!

They are miserable, murderers!

They should be slammed to the wall and shot in the ass!

But, are you crazy? You act the Nazi now?

Nazi? Me a Nazi? Ah, so I'm the Nazi now!

And they, then, the Stalinists, aren't they worse than Nazis?

They put on trial, condemn to death and execute! Haha, they want to change the world!

Let them start by changing their shirts! Let's be serious, Christ!

But, who loves life, here? It's me, it's you, it's us!

We believe in something! - What, Debebe? - Miss Costanza is here. - Excuse me.

Stay calm, stay calm!

Ah, Costanza! How are you?

Hare Krishna. - Are you OK? - Fine, dad.

I found peace.

As Siddhartha says, I have found because I haven't sought.

I came to say goodbye because tomorrow I leave for India.

And... Father Lillo, does he know you went away?

Sure. He entrusted me to him. - Ah, I understand.

Good evening. - Hare Krishna. I am the guru of Costanza.

The guide spirit.

The girl is fine now. She regained her Karma.

You are... a Buddhist, a Buddhist monk.

No, not at all, we went beyond Buddha.

We boast 90 churches in Italy.

You know, there's a certain rapprochement to the faith.

And you, Costanza, are you okay? I mean...

You're quiet?

Shall we go in there? There's a party. Want a bite?

No, no, Dad.

I stay here. I feel there is Zen here. There's fall of Prana.

There is no Zen there.

She's at her first stage. Let's leave her here.

And you, what stage... You want to come in?

Gladly.

You know... we follow... a... a macrobiotic diet...

but sometimes, an exception... - ...can be made, huh?

But what's this appetizing smell? - Come in.

That's it! Be my guest and serve yourself, master.

That's what the convent gives.

No, I read only those who won the Nobel Prize! - Ah, good, good!

It's not the case to whip up a tabloid campaign.

It is a normal financial transaction. Nothing more.

Actually it doesn't seem to me so normal, even if you try to minimize it.

However, my newspaper will have its say. - Say what you want.

Anyway, the truth is only one, and it'll be known someday. - Oh, sure!

Fortunately, in this country we still have freedom of information.

The roast pig must be here! Come.

What's that? A bribe attempt?

You know any of those guys? - I think that someone is on record.

Don't know, I might be wrong.

If you come at the headquarters, I'll be more precise.

On record, how? - By the Anti-terrorism, I think.

Some face is not new to me. Come see me, we'll talk.

You're surprised to see them here, no? - Indeed the ambience is a bit mixed.

Well, that's the beauty of our times! We all live side by side.

Rich and poor, old and young, victims and victimizers.

All together, happily, towards the final explosion.

Well, let's hope to have at least a good death!

As on the Titanic. The ship sinks and the orchestra plays.

But not this rock, it broke our balls for 30 years. - You're right!

If we must die, we'll die to the rhythm of our songs, the old beautiful ones!

Play "Girl in love", come on. Give me a microphone, come on!

# Little girl in love

# Last night I dreamed of you

# Asleep on my heart

# And you were smiling

Great voice, that asshole of your father.

# Little girl in love

# I kissed your mouth

# That kiss awakened you

# Don't ever forget

Let's go. # - You said "I love you"

# So, this is love

# I said "I love you" - Bye, comrade Debebe! - What do you want?

# With all my heart...

Did you like me? I got away with it?

Goodbye. - Bye Millozza! Good night!

Thank you! - Good night to all. Bye.

Good night, see you tomorrow. - Good night.

Bye. - Bye!

Bye darling, see you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow. Bye, beauty.

What are you doing? Come!

Hear, hear that dog over there.

It must be a boxer.

Yes, yes, it's a boxer!

Sure! A boxer.

Go, get in the car. - Good night, Albino. And thank you for the wonderful evening.

Nice!

It reminds me of the war, the first incursions.

Good times!

Bye dear. Good night!

No, no, go on singing.

Trial concluded...

quickly. P...

was sentenced.

Unanimity minus one.

No mitigating circumstance despite my defense.

Execution set for the 12th.

"P"!

This is the identikit of a robber belonging to a subversive gang.

It resembles a guy who last night was at your home.

I don't recall him.

And that one too I think I've glimpsed at the party.

She has the quirk of throwing Molotov cocktails.

These identikits seem all alike. Who makes them?

Me! I did the academy.

Ah, good! Congratulations.

Quadrotta, switch to the film clips.

Come, let's sit there.

But that's Marco!

I almost didn't recognize him.

You've arrested him? - No. We can't arrest everyone. - You've filed him?

You know you too are a good actor? Now you'll see.

You'll see a slapstick comical scene.

Buffoons! Buffoons! Buffoons!

Isn't it true that you're a good actor? You're better than Charlot!

Yes? Evening, madam.

Don't know. I'll check now.

It's Mrs. Margot.

They say the engineer is out to dinner tonight.

Yes. Good evening.

Marco, I need to talk to you. Come for a moment. - Now? Not now, dad.

Why not? - I'm going to the theater. - You're not going anywhere!

Because I said that I want to talk. Come.

Hey! I'm not 8 anymore! - Come!

Sit down.

Sit down!

Marco, it's high time we speak clearly, once and for all.

You know I respect your life.

You go out, you hang out with whoever you want... It's normal.

However today, remember, we live in an absurd era. Today madness dominates.

And it's easy to get overwhelmed by this general madness.

So?

So?

So, I've met your friends, and if you ask me, I don't like them at all.

The bad companions!

I know, these bad companions like to joke.

But sometimes jokes become dangerous.

Especially those by people who've gone off their brain.

I don't know what you're talking about. Which jokes, who's joking?

And if they're not jokes, it's yet more serious! So, Marco, I tell you clearly.

From now on, I want to control your life much more closely.

I won't allow you to be overwhelmed by the madness around us.

I'm healthy in body and mind. - Yes, I know that. At least I hope.

Then I can go? - No! I'm not finished yet.

You'll go when I'm done.

I can't stand anymore that you treat me this way!

I go whenever I want! And if I want to, I'm not coming back! Got it?

This house is hateful!

I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't do it on purpose.

You are a child!

You are 23, but you are a hysterical child. I'm ashamed of you. - I am ashamed of you!

You made a fool of yourself. Didn't you see how ridiculous you were, singing? - Enough!

Christ! At least allow your father to do something foolish, no !?

Or are you already to the point that whatever I do bothers you?

Up to 18 years you kept me in a school of Irish priests.

Swimming, tennis, far from reality.

I had assholes as mates. I lived as an asshole among assholes!

You even made me take dance lessons. - Sure! I gave you what I've not had!

What do you think? At your age I was in the mountains, shooting at the Germans.

You've broken our balls with partisans and Resistance! - Stop it.

You're worse than the Garibaldians!

A rhetoric that sucks. - Stop now!

I don't allow you to insult my past!

Your present sucks even more than your past!

And now I did it on purpose!

You're a hysterical fool!

You need a psychoanalyst! Tomorrow you'll go see an analyst!

I take no more orders from you, understand?

Come here! Come...

Come here, come on. Let's talk calmly.

I'm leaving. - Marco, come here.

I'm going, I'm going.

Where to?

Don't worry, dad. I'll be back. I'll be back.

Oh, go to..!

What's one supposed to do?

They want to kill someone whose name starts with "P".

It could be Pertini, or the Pope. Or me. Why not me? My name's Parrella, right?

Say rather. Did you see how that bastard of Samini attacked us?

Yes, I saw it, I've already read.

"Big maneuver of multinational corporations"

And you said he was your friend!

Hey! Did you read the news? - What? - Look.

Bert�.

Suicide. He hasn't held up to bankruptcy. - I'm sorry.

Well, look, let's do this: send a check to the widow, 30 million.

Already done, I sent 15.

You did well. 30 were too many.

So, sir, everything is settled. - Good.

Our Bank in Montreal has been warned yesterday.

Our president returns on purpose from Bahamas. - Well, thank you.

Thanks to you. - Don't bother. - Not at all!

Please.

Again! - Down! Get on the floor, come on!

This is a robbery. Don't move!

It's the second time in a month. Be patient, in two minutes it'll be over.

You've set a date with Mr. Gordon? - Yes, Tuesday 13 at 10. - There!

Were it not for this robbery I'd never have noticed this ceiling.

It's an imitation of a Renaissance ceiling.

There's one identical in Florence. - Beautiful, our Italy!

Come on, guys, let's go!

Don't move!

Keep still! Stay where you are!

Go, go!

That's it! Dear director, again. - Again.

Let's go. Who do we see now? - Fornari and Cimbri.

Look, I was here first.

Marco's gone.

He's left. He left me a note saying

I leave for a short trip. I take your leather bag.

You know how the youth of today are. Nomads!

Or maybe you're sorry for the leather bag?

No, it's not that. It's that...

It's that I can't take off my mind certain phrases of that diary.

Some cold phrases, full of menace.

But you know that's all nonsense!

If you knew what I used to write in my diary: lies!

I once wrote that I had eaten my cat.

Another, that my uncle had given me sweets to go to bed with me.

And if you knew what I wrote about you!

I also remember some terrible quarrels with my wife.

Especially at the table. And Marco and Costanza witnessed.

It's also why Marco hates me.

But no, he doesn't hate you at all! You're wrong.

As if Marco, with that pretty face, could hate someone.

Or get involved with those political fools.

But you know, I'm afraid too.

Afraid of the world, of what is happening, of all this hate.

But the important thing is to love each other. Huh?

Who is it? - Albino. - Come in!

Hi Dad. - What the fuck do you want?

What are you doing? Seeds?

I'm seeding.

How did it go this year? - Not bad. I made two barrels of wine.

And the sun-dried tomatoes? Can I try them? - Of course! But they're not so tasty.

Of course! With this pale sun...

I wanted to talk to you, dad.

I am somewhat concerned about... Marco.

He left... Good, these tomatoes! Really good.

He left home. I fear he's making some big idiocy.

They all go away from this house.

What do you advise me, dad?

What should I advise? You do everything your own way!

You remember this?

And how, I remember it!

It's with this that you've become a man! - No.

With Marco the stick is not needed.

How about this wine?

Marco is different.

You know what my dad used to say?

"Every beast wants his stick."

Your father used to clobber, huh? - He tried once.

I broke him three teeth. I broke...

Well, so long dad.

Tomorrow I'm going to America. - Then go see my friend Salvatore Lomusso, in Brooklyn,

St. Joseph St., on the corner.

He's the only one who makes Tuscan cigars as they used to make them. - Dad...

Bring me some dozens. - Dad, I'm not going to New York, I go to Canada.

Then why the fuck you let me talk? Go Go! - Yes, bye.

Yeah, go. Get the fuck outta here!

He didn't even tell me if he liked my wine.

So, we should continue to pretend that it's a day like any other?

Today's the 12th. - So what?

It's the date written on Marco's diary. The execution of P.

Oh, cut it out!

Why brooding over it?

I'm worried about you!

You're too rash with young people. You attack them whenever you can.

They hear, they remember. They notice everything, y'know.

And then... you're a industrialist quite compromised with the Americans, right?

As to that, you too are compromised with the Americans. Proof is this trip of yours.

Okay, we're in the same boat!

I want no problems of conscience just now.

However, as soon as I arrive I'll call you. Just to be quiet

If you care.

Excuse me, engineer,

but there's a car that is following us. Since we left from Rome.

No, nothing.

It's Mario, my bodyguard. I told him to follow us.

Well, now go home quickly and keep your eyes open. I'll call you when I arrive.

Call rather when they've signed.

Okay?

What time is it? - There's time. I'll call you at midnight.

Parrella! You're shitting yourself, eh? - Here's to you!

Come on Mario. - Careful crossing the street! - Yes.

Sir, your boarding pass. I'll take you. - Ah, yes. Thanks so much.

Here is the passport.

Carmelina, what're you doing? Come forward. Come! - No, no! I'm scared. I'm not coming!

I'm scared! - Scared? Scared of what?

There is the electricity! - What electricity? Walk. Come forward.

Come here. The electricity! The electricity ...

What's this? - For my kid.

Stefano!

You may go.

Here's your seat.

Give it to me.

Pesenti, Pertini, Pirelli, Piaggio, Piccoli, Parrella...

Piazza, Ponti, Pastorino...

What time is it? - 10PM, Italian time.

How long before arrival? - About 2 hours. - Thanks.

What the hell!

Tell me. Yes. Yes.

Engineer? It's Rome. - Sorry. Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, hello! Who's speaking?

Hello? Rosalia, is there Mr Parrella? - No, he's not in.

Where is he, you know? - In the clinic.

In the clinic!? - Who's you?

I'm Millozza. But tell me, what happened? - Ah, it's you!

Well, his daughter... - Who cares about her! Tell me about him. How's he?

Sir, let me finish! He's fine, it's the daughter who's ill.

Since she aborted, he took her to... - Ah, OK! Give her my best wishes.

Bye Rosalia, bye.

Here I am.

Sir, the car is out here with your luggage. - Good. Many thanks. Goodbye.

Welcome, sir. - Thank you.

Tomorrow morning here at 9. - Very well.

Hey, porter!

Marco called!? What did he say?

He said he'll call back. Not to leave the hotel before his call.

Call him, please. - He said he will call. He's not home.

Okay. I'm in my room. - Well, sir.

Monsieur? - Do you have a room for me? - Yes, sir.

Hello?

Thomas - Yes, sir? - Nothing for me? - Still nothing.

Engineer! What're you doing there, bitch? Go call someone, quick!

You are Mrs. Millozza? I'll take you. - Thank you.

Thank you Miss.

Hello Margot.

You come always first.

How is he? - What do you expect!

You can never rest easy! Never, never, never!

Never good news, never a joy! In this family no one is able to give me a joy.

What have I done? What have I done to deserve this?

You know what time I left? 4 hours late! Even in Geneva you can't live anymore!

I already know, I'll have to start the sleep therapy again.

That's the doctor?

Doctor, then?

He's out of danger.

The bullets were all extracted.

But one has damaged the spine.

I fear that your husband will remain paralyzed.

But there is a fact for me inexplicable.

Your husband doesn't speak.

Yet there are no side lesions, at encephalus level.

I think it's a psychic block... a shock.

Albino.

Albino!

You hear me?

I'm Giulia.

Your Giulia!

You'd say he doesn't speak purposely!

My God, what a mess!

I don't think of me!

I think of the kids, I own nothing, he'd take care of everything.

Everything is made out to who knows who, for his shell companies.

But Giulia, is this the time to talk about these things?

My dear, certain things are important.

You realize? The house in Switzerland and all the rest, with what it costs!

How do we do if... if he doesn't heal really soon?

Albino! Honey, can you hear me?

Parrella may dispose in your name or not?

Give me a sign.

Well, it doesn't matter. I'll handle it alone.

It's sad having to deal with material things. But then again, what should I do?

And then, it's not just about me. I know that for you too it's a hard time.

Yes, the ransom for my husband. Luckily Albino stepped in with 200 million.

But, excuse me...

a gift or a loan? - A loan of course!

At bank rate?

A little less than 8%, to be repaid in 18 months.

Generous!

You see that it's hard for me too?

Sure, I have three flats in my name, but selling is almost impossible these days.

Tell me about it! We couldn't sell the villa on the Appian even at half price!

But, he did give you something tangible, right?

Yes, fortunately I still have this. Albino told me that he paid 150 million.

Come on, Margot! Can't you see that... it's a Brazilian emerald?

It's barely worth 8 million.

You say? - Of course!

You can't fool him, right Albino?

He's too clever, huh? My Albino!

Darling!

Oh, what a terrible story!

What a sad story!

But now my Albino must only think of healing.

And then you know where we'll go?

We'll go for a nice convalescence in Mauritius!

Where we'll rent a cottage by the sea.

Albino and I have been to Mauritius.

He can't stand the islands.

I know where he wants to go, my Albino!

To St. Moritz. At the Palace Hotel, where he has so many friends.

True, Albino, that we'll go there, you and I?

And of course Giulia, if she wants to.

We'll see...

Albino, Christ! What a terrible story!

But in a week, you'll see, you'll change!

Mr Parrella, I'll get the bags. - Yes, I'll care for my friend. I know the way.

Oh, Christ, God! What a terrible world!

What can you do, Albino! We're at war!

Albino! Albino, you hear me?

Well then, I didn't say anything to the police.

They called me often. Even the FBI from Canada, but I didn't talk.

When I think that I put behind you a qualified Japanese bodyguard!

But he won't get a Yen, that asshole!

Here they're investigating, but... they don't sort out anything.

They grope in the dark, as always.

Hey, I didn't mention your suspicions. Nor Marco's diary.

Did you hear me? I did well?

You know that Andreotti phoned?

And Agnelli, and even Berlinguer. And Sindona sent flowers from New York.

Sir... - Here, this is of the engineer.

Here they come!

The attack can be linked to the financial operation you were finalizing in Canada?

Let us through!

What was your first thought when you realized you were being shot at?

Leave him alone!

Did you read the press statements?

Go fuck off! - What do you think of the latest anti-terrorist measures?

Get out of the way!

Don't you think they shot your partner to hinder the multinational corporations?

Corporations my ass! Don't bust my balls! Let us go!

Debebe, go get the bags in the other car.

Duilio, easy, please.

There you go...

The plaid.

Holy shit, how they ruined this poor boy!

If I'd been there, sir, this thing wouldn't happen.

Welcome back, sir.

Darling!

Did you have a good trip?

Ah... It's Rosemarie, registered nurse.

She'll take care of you during the day.

For a while she'll sleep here, then we'll see.

However I will always be near you. Closer than I've ever been.

You'll see.

I called Geneva, I spoke with Giulia. She said she will call.

My dear Margot, the best thing for Albino is rest. He needs some quiet.

And maybe he wants to be alone. True, Albino?

I've the car, if you want I'll drive you. - Yes, I'll go with you.

I'll get my coat, I'll do some errands before the shops close. - Alright.

Albino, I'm going to the Ministry, I must talk to Ferrante and Minervini.

It's a pain in the ass, but... Hey, you know the rate of the Swiss franc?

Rosemarie, be careful.

Bye love. See you later.

Bye Albino. Cheer up, eh?

Good thing there was me, here. I ran everything, all by myself!

You've no idea what a mess it was.

Maybe you'll want to rest. After such a long trip...

Excuse me.

Hello, yes?

Yes? Ah, good morning ma'am!

Yes, he's just arrived.

He's fine, yes.

My name is Rosemarie.

Graduated in Zurich.

How important is the age?

Yes, ma'am.

It was your wife, from Geneva.

She will begin the sleep therapy.

She said that soon as it's over, she'll come to Rome.

However she will call tomorrow morning.

Leave it.

Subtitles by edam17@KG April 2016