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- Welcome back, sir. - Thank you, Marco.

You've been gone quite a lot this time, sir.

- You're right. What's new in Trieste? - O same old things...

Strikes all the time.

They've closed down another shipyard, but you know this, don't you?

Yes, yes... what about the rest?

Better not talk about it!

You know, not many people came this summer; of course, the marina is not big...

But not even one foreign boat showed up!

Nobody's coming here anymore.

They all go to Yugoslavia, then cross in Greece...

Business is bad for everyone. Take De Luisa...

He had to sell his palace!

He's selling at auction everything there was inside.

Yes, yes, I know it. It's one of the reasons I've come.

I know he has some interesting stuff.

Poor Mr. De Luisa...

You won't recognize him if you meet him.

- It's from today? - Yes.

- But this is Lorenzo Waldner. - Yes, the consul's son.

He's back from college.

I wasn't aware he was fencing.

How come?! Read, read.

It's him that won the youth championship.

The construction workers' trade unions...

THE STATE OF SIEGE

- Good morning, consul! - Good morning, Oscar.

- The car is ready. - Thank you.

Oscar, I'd rather walk.

Come pick me up before one from the Tergesteo, as usual.

- Very well, sir. - Thank you, Oscar. See you later.

Lorenzo, is that you? Come, come, my darling.

I'm also done. Just have to dry myself up.

Where could that cream be?... O, here it is.

Have you seen you're in all of the papers?

You know, I'm beginning to be proud of having a son like you...

Still, I wouldn't want you to tire yourself too much.

Come, Lorenzo!

Lorenzo! Well, what's the matter? Come here, darling.

Can you hand me my bathrobe, please?

It's on the bed.

Madam... don't move.

What're you doing?!

First of all, I'm doing the asking here.

There's been someone in here... d'you deny it?

You can't. I saw the imprint of a big body on your bed...

And on your face I can see the signs of a nightlong ecstasy...

- Alright, I confess it. - Who was it?!

- Your father, unfortunately. - Ah... so gross!

I fought him, but he wouldn't sleep in the lounge.

I believe you, but swear you won't lie with again.

- I swear, I swear. - And you'll cut his throat when asleep!

- Definitely tonight, I swear! - Alright!

I love you... but now help me with my clothes or I'll freeze to death.

You've sweat so much...

What a rough hand.

Is it because of fencing?

You won't tire yourself too much, right?

Since you've come back from college that's all you think about.

Please, bring me the handcream on the dressing table.

You see it'll do you good.

- This one? - Yes.

So...

Tell me what the problem is.

- I can't stand the consul. - Sorry, what've you said?

- I can't stand your husband. - He also is your father, Lorenzo.

- Are you forgetting that? - He's your husband, before anything else.

- But, darling... you're not fair with him. - I don't think so.

Maybe it's because, yes... because you haven't seen much of each other till now.

But now you can be around him.

He'll understand you, he's stayed young at heart.

We talk different languages.

No, I assure you... you'll get along just fine.

He's so modern, so unconventional

Hi Lorenzo, what happened to you?

Vallauri!

The day before yesterday we went to a party at Sandro's...

And tried to get to you on the phone, but couldn't find you.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Are you in a hurry? - Yes, but I can stay for a minute.

You don't look too well...

How come you're not at the shipyard?

Because there's no work.

If you count on others for getting work...

I'm running from one shipowner to another one looking for a contract...

To give work to our employees.

We've got to the point where we have to beg for work.

While others have so many orders queuing...

They are forced to refuse them!

What about you?

Well, you know, I'm out of the game by now...

- I barely go to the consulate anymore. - Right.

You take it too much to your heart, Vallauri.

You should do as I do.

As you do?

With my responsibilities, that's not easy.

Me, I'm very much in the game, and I'll go all the way.

- You're proud. - That's not the point.

What is then?

My dear consul, you should know it better than me.

The fight for survival is no longer a singular fact...

It's a collective fact...

It's got to the political level.

And if you don't play the game you risk being thrown out. You understand...

- I'm off, the minute's gone. - No, wait... listen.

Vallauri!

- We'll see. - Yes, and I'll wait for you.

- Will you come? Come on... - I don't know, I'll call you.

Lorenzo, I'm counting on you!

Hey! Come here!

I'll show you, all foreign stuff, French stuff, look, look.

- No, no, thanks, I'm not interested. - Wait, where're you going?!

It's interesting stuff... look, look, Holy Mother!

- I said no, thanks. - You don't like women anymore?

"Unpleasant circumstances, concerning your person,

Have come out.

Therefore, Mr. Waldner, it is with deep regrets...

That I have to inform you the Foreign Secretary's decision...

To revoke you from the position of consul...

Of the Dominican Republic."

- Have you decided? Staying in Trieste? - I don't know...

Before deciding, I'm waiting for the house to be in order.

I've only just returned, so I'd like to consider this with calm.

And there're so many things I have to get used again, I don't know if it'll be easy.

What does your mysterious Milan fiance think about it?

Oh, it doesn't matter, of course...

If I'll decide to marry him, I'll have to move to Milan.

- Good evening. - Umberto!

Has anything happened?! You went out with Lorenzo, what're you doing here?

I've come to pick him up, that's what we said we'd do.

- Oscar! - Yes, ma'am.

- Is the young master in his room? - Yes, ma'am, he's just got home.

You look tired... too many girls?

Girls are never too many, especially when they're nice.

I had two difficult exams.

Have a drink... you don't mind getting it yourself, right?

No, no, I always prefer it this way.

He's serving himself! The young generation is committed... to austerity.

We, the parents, for them we are the dirty bourgeois, who enriched themselves...

The slave drivers, the exploiters...

That even make others wait on them.

Roberta, do you know the young Calligarich?

The famous builder's son. The father builds, he demolishes.

Oh, come on, don't tease him, William!

After all, demolishing is tiring.

Your wit is tiring too, madam...

- And misplaced. - Why?

Explaining would be too long and now I don't have too much time.

We could explain it to her tonight, Umberto, if she goes out with us.

It's a proposition for real, what d'you say? Would you like it, Roberta?

No, no, thanks, speeches of protest tire me.

Lorenzo, what's with these manners?! Coming home and not saying hello?!

Sorry, mother.

What have you done done today?

Well... lots of things.

But not one you wouldn't like.

- Cigarette? - Thanks.

Dad, why do yo go on card reading?

Want them to tell you: "Yes, you should cheat"?

Notwithstanding what you might think, I've never cheated.

And you, Roberta... have you ever cheated?

Well, maybe I did, a couple of times. But, for a woman, that's less serious, right?

O, yes, of course... especially... if she isn't twenty anymore.

Well, Lorenzo, what're you saying?!

You really are insolent!

Why are you astonished, Anita? They even contest good upbringing.

Still here?!

Yes, they made me stay for dinner. Do you mind it?

No...

Are you waiting for someone?

No I'm just leaving the car here and taking a walk home.

Do you want me to bring you the car tomorrow morning?

No, thanks, there's no need to, I'll send the driver.

- Then... goodbye. - Goodnight.

What are you doing?! Hiding?

Why are you telling me lies?

- Meaning? - You were waiting for me.

- You've guessed right. - Come, get in.

I wanted to take a little walk.

I thought the walk... was just an excuse.

O, of course... of course, naturally...

Because you think that a woman, no longer in her twenties...

Becomes some kind of a paralytic.

I'm sorry not being able to offer you a Rolls' amenities.

Oh, I'm a modern woman... I've adapted to our times.

Idiot!

Let him go, Lorenzo...!

Lorenzo... Lorenzo, I beg you, please slow down!

I'm sorry...

Shall we have a drink to drown the defeat?

Two lucanica and half a liter.

Let's see...

Would you like... a Grand Marnier '55...

Or an Irish whisky, moderately old?

I haven't yet decided...

Let's see'... it'd tempt me drinking an Irish whisky...

But what if we'd go for a simple tequila?

No, no, no, better a bourbon, an old bourbon...

Or, even... vodka... an honest Polish vodka?

Great!

But no, no, one moment... let's not rush into it.

We could also go for a Spanish sherry, a Tio Pepe...

Or even a Xeres.

No, a Porto! It's the perfect time for a...

For a graspa, there's nothing else here, wine or graspa... take it or leave it.

Pino! Hit the squeezebox, and us mules, let's sing!

One morning I got up...

Hi, beauty, hi, beauty, hi beauty, hi,

One morning I got up...

And I found the invader

You know... it's a long story.

First, I went to Egypt...

I wanted to live in a warm place, in winter too.

And that's why I remained in Alexandria for almost two years.

Then, I traveled around the world... Mexico, Tunis, South America...

Wherever I had friends.

I've always felt the urge to know new places.

Imagine that, in Brazil, I stayed in an emerald mine for six months.

You know, a friend of mine had married a geologist...

Why were you always on the road?

Because... traveling helps me not to think.

It's the classic way... of trying to run away from oneself.

- And now, why have you returned? - Trieste is my town, after all.

And I hope to find...

To find some serenity.

Before leaving, I resembled you in a way...

Even if... more experienced.

- And how am I? - How you are?

Well. try and imagine you weren't born yet...

Forgive me, Roberta...

Giorgio!

How long...

Good morning, Roberta.

- Excuse me, I have to go. - No way, let's drink something!

No, forgive me, they're waiting for me... I'm sorry, bye.

- Have you really decided to sell it? - Yes.

A pity... it has a wonderful garden.

Yes, William says so too... but what use is it?

That's true too.

Who used to live here?

My grandparents... I mean, my great-grandparents, or something like that.

Here the Germans have handed over to the Americans...

But the real finishing blow it's the refugees who struck it.

- They did? - Yes...

When they'll leave, we'll clean it a bit...

But it's been twenty years it's abandoned.

It's always made me feel cold, when returning.

I can believe that...

How come your car remained at our place yesterday?

O, I wanted to take a walk...

Then I met Lorenzo and we hanged out late.

- You did? - He's driving like a madman.

I'm always telling him to be more carefully. He doesn't listen to me

Roberta...

Shall we eat together?

I'm sorry, I have something else scheduled.

- Too bad. - Why? Are you on your own?

Yes, William will have lunch at the club.

Who knows what he sees there... and the service is awful!

And it's full with boring old people.

I'd have loved eating with you.

I thought we could spend some time together, like in the old times.

At least for some gossip!

Lorenzo, too, is beginning to leave me alone...

He had promised he'd come with me this morning.

I had told him you'd be coming too, we'd have had a nice time together.

He remembered in the last moment he had a training at the gym...

And said no.

In fact, the prospect of selling it saddens me.

- Don't sell it, then. - Why not?! Then... what good is it?

- He has changed a lot, of course. - Who has?

Lorenzo... who else were we talking about?

When you left Trieste, he was still a child.

What did you think about him yesterday?

Well... I don't know.

He was so tense, so strange.

He's got something against his father. It seems he hates him.

But I'm boring you, with all these stories...

And you don't even care about them.

No, Anita, why... We're friends, aren't we?

- And I love Lorenzo as much as you do. - You're very kind, Roberta.

You see, Lorenzo seems a man, and, still, in certain moments...

I see him still as a child.

At times, he disappears from home for days...

Other times he buries himself in his room...

He used to tell me everything, but now...

I feel he's slipping away from me, as if he wants to hide something.

If you ask me, Anita, it's your love that inhibits him.

You think so?

But... maybe he told you something?

No, nothing special... hints, like this, while talking...

Shall we go?

Poor De Luisa, food for these buzzards.

Their turn will come too...

They'll last less than you imagine.

And, in the end, all of this will end up in museums, as, maybe, it's only fair it did.

- Now and then. - Sold to the lady.

And now a picture particularly interesting...

It portrays Italo Svevo with his cousin Ortensia. By Umberto Veruda.

Let's see who is the first one to bid!

500.000!

The lady says 500.000, half a million from the lady for this painting.

Who bids more?

- 750.000. - 900.000!

You're hunting me like a sleuth, Trevisan.

It's for that business with your villa, consul.

- A million and a half! - A million and a half...

Nobody bids more? A million and a half once, and two, and three.

Sold to the gentleman!

My company is willing to pay you quite a high price...

For an old villa like that one.

I can't understand you, Trevisan. You know it better than me....

That it is a listed building.

- You won't be able to demolish it. - That's not a problem for me.

Ah, you've thought it all! Still, the villa isn't mine.

It's my wife's.

- William! - Marina!

Forgive me... bear with me.

I finally get to talk to you, I need a favour.

Tell me, how can I help you?

- I need an extension of my passport. - I've resigned from the consulate!

- Hi! - Hi, Lorenzo, what do you want?

I must talk to you, are you busy?

I'm meeting your mother, I'm sorry.

Hang it on a not too well lit wall, with a little light on it's left.

You'll notice that Ortensia's dress will light up an entire room.

You'd be capable of tearing down a'1700s palace...

To build a supermarket!

You, sir, you always like joking!

Who'll open the bidding?

- I'm sorry for being late, Anita. - Roberta! Hi.

450.000 to the gentleman... no other bid?

- 600.000! - 600.000!

A higher bid? 600.000 once, 600.000 twice...

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Young Waldner!

I heard you became a champion.

Give us some breathing space, a little time to make our minds up.

Rest assured, rest assured. I'm giving you my word.

You really are great...

You've even managed to drag Lorenzo to a social event.

But, Anita, I didn't drag him...

We've met. He made up his mind when he found out you'd be coming.

We'll soon continue our auction...

On sale is the precious furniture from the palace...

Please, sir.

- Put it on my account. - Right away.

Please.

Roberta, excuse me, they want you on the phone.

Me? Thanks. Sorry.

Come on, after all, this auction is not going bad at all.

We said we'd go to the excavation, when shall we go?

- Soon, my dear consul, very soon. - I'm counting on you.

Hello?

Ah, Lorenzo!

Where're you?!

You call me, you hang up...

You wait for me, you stop me on the street, you take ma here and then you say nothing!

But, after all, why am I complaining...

I wanted it.

I was wrong, it was a moment of weakness.

Yesterday evening, in bed, he asked for my forgiveness...

And for what?

It was I the cause of his humiliation, of his failure.

I had attacked him, overwhelmed him.

It is who should have apologized.

I had illusioned myself of finding in him my youth, and instead...

I forced his, without having the right to.

And even now, even now my behaviour...

All it does is to hurt his pride.

He'll reproach me I consider him a child...

But he is a child, still clinging to his mother's apron strings...

Who, all said and none, is the only one to know him.

If only he told her everything.

Yes, go with your friends, with your girls!

It's not your fault.

The thing is one should also stick with people one's own age.

Can you realize how many things... change in seven years?

It might be that you find it easy, you return, find the town changed...

Without having seen it change.

But how many persons, do you think, understand what's happening here?

Forgive me...

We meet after seven years and I'm talking about problems with the workers, shipyards

You see, the thing is that, unfortunately...

I've changed too, not only Trieste has.

Once it was different.

I was very far away from the reality of work.

The others were demanding from me to be an engineer ready to do anything.

Of course... for my career, for my future.

Instead I wanted to fulfill myself.

And I was dreaming that, one day, you could have helped me.

But you only thought about your husband.

And it was the right thing to do... in the circumstances.

And when he wasn't around...

I deluded myself for a short while.

I thought there would not be any more obstacles...

But you cut off with everyone.

You went away, and now, after all this time...

I can't see you the way I did back then.

When, the other day, you appeared all of a sudden...

I almost thought I was seeing a ghost.

I couldn't believe it was you.

You see, Roberta... I went on living.

And, slowly, inside of me,

another love was born.

Look at it, it's the harbour, the shipyards, this town...

The respect for man's dignity...

That I discovered I had always had instead of me...

And that, today, compels me to beg for work.

In order to give, in a way... life to these shipyards...

To the shipyard, to the workers.

Not to let it die. Do you understand, Roberta?

Because, if these other passion would fade out too...

If I'd lose these love too...

Like once, unfortunately, I lost yours, I feel I...

It'd be the end.

I couldn't take it.

It won't take me long, will you come along?

Notice the innocence, Lorenzo.

The only corruption it suffers...

Is that of time.

They say art has no function any longer...

Yes, yes, it could be so...

But the only humanity I manage to identify, and love...

The only one for which I can do something, is...

Is this one.

The one in the past.

You've asked me earlier what sense saving a fresco had...

What's the use of saving a man's imprint when...

When... man himself can't be saved any longer.

Besides, who painted them... ordinary men.

Yes, of course, ordinary...

But this is only a testimony of their faith.

They didn't want any aesthetic sophistication in their creation.

You see, Lorenzo... when I was your age...

I was asking myself the same questions...

I also had your doubts, your anxieties...

And I also, like almost all young people,

I was repudiating the past and was trying...

Desperately...

With all my strength, to give, how should I put it,

Yes, a meaning to my life.

To my present.

But the present is often disappointing...

Wasted by mothers' suffocating attentions...

By women, who ask, but do not give.

And there's only one refuge from the disillusions...

From the bitterness the present has in store for us.

The past. And above all: being able to live it again, to enjoy it...

With someone you respect.

Someone who can make you appreciate...

All of life's countless marvels...

Seriously, sincerely.

To refuse the vulgarity and the incertitude of the present...

A refusal that wouldn't be a defeat, but...

A choice.

And you are in the best situation for making this choice...

Because you are not alone.

You very well know you can count on my...

True and disinterested friendship.

Lorenzo! Crusich! Where're you?

Come! We must leave!

You see these... hippopotamus teeth.

It seems incredible.

Look, Crusich!

But... how did it get here?

Ah, that's still a mystery...

- Maybe, maybe a Deluge... - Look. Look at this wonder.

A cataclysm of cosmic proportions.

The earth was ripped apart...

Water has revolutionized Earth's geography...

Hurling itself from one pole to the other...

Lorenzo, where were you? What were you doing alone all of this time?

Thousands and thousands of kilometers.

Thank you, Crusich... very interesting.

Here, professor.

Thank you, thank you for everything.

Really extraordinary, isn't it?

From those small pieces of rock...

They can now tell how we were living when we resembled apes...

More than humans.

Chilling...

More chilling is that in 2, 3 thousand years the same thing will happen with us.

What will be left of us?

Decide, once and for alli! You're staying, you're going!

Tidy up this shed, leave it as it is, but do something!

You are right... but I don't know what to decide!

Why did you make me come here then?

I don't know, like this... I thought you could have helped me!

That's exactly what I'm trying to do!

But I can't even begin to understand you.

Since you've returned to this town, you've changed your mind a thousand times.

I'm staying, I'm not staying, we'll get married, we won't get married...

In the end, you decide to marry me, I come to pick you up...

And you've already changed your mind, once again!

And you come up with this idea of restoring the house!

You should know me by now, that's how I am.

Alright, alright, but...

Whoever will come here will want want to transform the house as he sees fit.

So your effort will be useless! I'd turn it into a disorderly house!

- Well thought... - No, I'm serious!

- Did you understand anything? - No, it's been an hour I've been waiting!

One hour?! There must be at least two!

Commendatore Ambrosi...

Commendatore Ambrosi, what does he want?

He makes us come here, it's been an hour we've been here, but...!

He never makes up his mind! And we're freezing here.

What would you want, going back?

Waiting for this one to unload, unload... what does he want?!

I'm cold!

Who was it?

- Alright, do with it what you want. - Yes, but... I need time.

Don't worry! Take all the time you need.

Do your best.

The way you enjoy it most.

Restore the house then come over to Milan.

You're right, that's the best thing to do.

Now it's the right thing to do, is it? Like I want...

I shouldn't worry!

Can you tell me what kind of a man are you?!

How can you change your mind from one moment to the other?

Like it was nothing, everything comes easy to you!

Well, for me it never comes everything so easy.

I'm also undecided...

I need to hold on on something...

Can't you understand I don't want to make any more mistakes?

I need to do something, something that makes me feel alive.

While with you everything would be so easy...

Everything... too easy.

Roberta? Roberta?

Roberta!

And you who were saying it never rained in Yugoslavia!

Come inside, you'll get soaked!

- Wait, take your raincoat off. - I should.

- Here it is... - Thanks.

And now? How will we get to the abbey?

O, we'll make it somehow. What a cold shower...

- Is this the hotel? - Yes.

- Thanks! - It's nothing.

- Come in, come in, please! - Come in, please!

- Please, you are our guest! - Of course.

Good morning, would like to rest?

No, we'd like to dine right away, we're starving.

- Like wolves! - Dinner?! But it's six in the morning!

Come on, come on, we'll have a snack!

Thank you... if I may...

Allow me...

Lorenzo, look what a horrible mirror.

It really annoys me...

Why don't you break it then?

Come on!

Breaking a mirror brings bad luck.

That one brings bad luck...

If it stays in one piece.

You don't think I'd have the courage to break it, do you?

Of course I do.

Come on, break it. Show me.

Alright... if you challenge me.

I'll show you.

I'm now getting up and smashing that mirror to pieces.

- Hide! - What now, Lorenzo?!

I'll take care of it!

What happened?!

What happened?

What a disaster... how did this happen?

I'm sorry, I stumbled on the rug and... and fell into it.

It was a Svitlovski. We'll surely get into trouble!

- What a tragedy! - Well, I'll pay for it...

- Rest assured. - What will you pay?!

It was a masterpiece, an unique creation!

- How lucky... how really lucky. - What is?

Well... that I didn't hurt myself.

I'm also an unique creation.

Oh... a black cloth, quickly!

A Svitlovski masterpiece!

What a tragedy!

An unique creation, what a disaster! An unique creation!

A black cloth, quickly!

- Get undressed. - What?

Can't you do a strip-tease?

- But... you must be joking. - No, I'm not joking at all!

I saved from lynching, a little while ago.

And you won't do anything for a poor child like me?

Come on, undress!

The dress... come on...

Well done, that's it...

Easy! Easy.

The shoes.

Come on.

Come on, courage.

A little femininity...

You aren't undressing for sleeping!

One'd say some kind of a teenager.

Courage.

Come, off, off, off, go for it.

Everything off.

Everything!

Come forward.

Come... forward.

Kneel.

Roberta...

No...

Roberta...

What're you doing, leaving?

Alright, as you wish.

Roberta.

Roberta? Is that you?

Who ordered this?

Lady is gone, please, allow me to offer you this champagne.

Had not your gracious girlfriend done it...

I'd have destroyed that horrible mirror, sooner or later!

- Thank you, leave it here. - Very well, sir.

She had courage, that lady.

Please, do thank her from my part when you see her again.?

There used to be such women...

The announced trip for the first of the following month...

Has been postponed for one week.

Trieste. The National Centers CISL, CGIL and FIOM,

after three days of negotiation with the general management of the CIPE plan,

not having reached an agreement, have declared a national strike.

As for the workers, they have announced for this afternoon...

a new demonstration in the Piazza Unità.

Three young students have lost their lives in a serious car accident.

Inhabitants of Trieste,

everyone in Piazza Unità to show your solidarity...

with the shipyards workers fighting the CIPE plan.

Inhabitants of Trieste,

everyone in Piazza Unità to show your solidarity...

with the shipyards workers fighting the CIPE plan.

Hi, madman!

You remember tomorrow's the goodbye party?

Please remember I really want you to come.

You're left all alone.

- It's cold in here! - Nothing works anymore.

Not even the heating installation.

How else, your workers are down in the square, throwing rocks at the police.

It's useless, we've already lost.

What's this?

The firing list.

I have to sign it.

How long did the occupation last?

Three days.

You wanted it... everyone should take one's own side.

And what would my side be?

This way, the problem reappears every time,

but can not have any other solution but this one.

Is this the full report from the last assembly of the del Movimento Studentesco?

Yes.

Can I see it?

Listen, Umberto...

Do you see me as a friend?

Not in any case, Lorenzo.

Why, am I not like you?

No, Lorenzo, you're like your father, like your mother.

You see, even if you don't want it...

You behave according to their... situation.

That is of a besieged, bankrupt society.

Besieged, of course...

But, if you were my friend, you'd help me escape from it.

After all... why couldn't I become like one of you?

Come on, try to explain it better, if you can.

I can't now, I'm late.

And, don't you think... you could get over... this situation?

That you could relieve this siege?

Why not, try it.

Courage.

What should I do?

For instance, you could question your privileged position.

And how does one question a privilege?

By making a revolution.

The truth is I can't be on neither side.

My salary is paid by the owners, after all.

I am specialist, paid to run a company...

With all the responsibilities, those for the workers included.

And I do fight for them, but against whom?!

Where are the owners, can you tell me that?

They're invisible, I can't find out where they are, I can't contact them.

Because the owners are a group of overpaid white collars supported...

by the falsely progressive bourgeois state.

Why should they be interested in that they are managing?

The workers, at least, they're tangible, and that's why I'm on their side.

However, even with them my solidarity is only a general, human one.

Because, in reality, they belong to a class...

.. and I belong to another class.

I've decided to be on their side, alright... but it's useless.

My entire desire to fight can be annulled...

.. by a phone: "Fire them!" And I'll have to fire them.

No, consul, no... there must be a solution, there must be!

There isn't any Vallauri, there isn't.

The only, the unique thing to do is to get out of this head high.

To die standing like the old guard's dragoons.

Accepting reality. Accepting it...

Like I'm doing.

You see, once it was different. This town was ours.

There was an empire back there.

But now...

Look... it's becoming a desert.

Like two centuries ago.

Ah, Vallauri... listen.

For tomorrow's party, the caviar, you want it read, or black?

Revolution is not a breakfast invite.

Nor is it writing an essay.

You should know that, Lorenzo. The revolution can't be...

.. a subtle, gentle thing.

Polite, gentle... respectful.

Temperate and magnanimous.

The revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence

through which a class topples another class.

Young master! Young master!

Tea is ready!

Is master Lorenzo staying too?

D'you want a cup?

Waiting for the revolution, one can have a cup of tea.

Oh no... no...!

O my God!... Please, God, no! No...!

No...!

No, no!

Lorenzo! What happened to you, Lorenzo!

O my God... you're not feeling well, you're pale!

I've run over someone.

Where?! How did it happen?! Speak!

I was... was hurrying here.

I wanted to see you.

I needed to talk to you.

I think I've killed him, Roberta.

No, no... try to calm down.

He could... he could be alive.

He might only be hurt.

I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a mess... I was just going to bed.

Let's see whom we could call... we need someone influential.

Best thing would be calling your father right away.

Definitely, it's the only thing to do.

- Where're you going? - Don't worry, I'll sort this out.

No, no, wait, I'll...

I'll put something on and I'll come with you. Wait for me!

Don't trouble yourself, Roberta. Thanks for your help!

Lorenzo!

Come on, stay calm... let's first see what happened.

Maybe you are not the only one to blame.

Maybe he's only hurt, or has fainted.

No, no, I ran right into him, I saw he was dead.

I told you to stay calm! It's no use fretting like this.

See? They've taken him away.

It doesn't mean anything, we'll go to the police now and tell them everything.

But this is an act of piracy, my dear sir. Not an accident.

- But the boy has given himself up, right? - That doesn't absolve him.

The crime is failure to assist a person in danger.

But that man is not dead, he's only injured.

It doesn't mean anything. It changes nothing.

The problem is that some people drive their cars...

.. as if they are running the Mille Miglia.

That's the point!

You are saying the kid was driving?

I'm not saying it, that's the reality.

The kid was alone.

Bring it here.

- Bring me coffee. - Yes, sir.

Mr. Waldner, you said you were on your way home.

Yes.

Then, you are obviously responsible for another accident, not for this one.

Because, as it results from our measurements on the road,

this accident was caused by a car...

that was going in the opposite direction to that leading to your house.

So, you either were not the one driving, or you were not heading home.

Who was driving, then? Who ran into De Giulianis Sandro?

I did, I was the one driving.

- Were you alone? - Yes.

- Where were you heading? - Home, I've told you.

And weren't you aware you were going in the direction...

opposite to that you should have gone in?

- I wanted to take a walk first. - A walk?!

Are you taking walks at 120/h?! On a road like that one?!

Mr. Federico Crusich...

Yes.

There's something here that concerns you.

There is?

You should be perfectly aware what I'm talking about.

An incident from... I'll tell you right away.

From about three years ago. You... you remember it, right?

Well, I'm sure you could tell me...

something more precise about this night's incident.

I remind you that that story has been totally clarified.

I do remember, and quite well.

I want to make a phone call, right away.

Here, professor, you must ask, not demand.

As you wish, I want to make a phone call right away, please.

If I may, whom do you want to call?

I don't have to tell you that, superintendent.

Alright, but only after the kid has signed the declaration.

- Well? - Alright... alright.

I've gone to the hospital and the settled the whole thing.

I got a prognosis under the forty days, unless complications.

But, look, I can't expose myself more than this.

Don't get into such problems anymore.

- You've already got precedents. - Yes, I know, I know, don't worry.

Is that one the little Waldner?

- Shall we go? - Wait... I'll go first, it's better.

- Farewell. - Bye.

It's over.

What're you doing? Got bewitched?

- Thank you... - Forget it.

Lorenzo! What're you saying?

But Crusich is... d'you know what this friendship could mean to you?

Do you realize it?!

You can't go on selecting my friends.

At twenty I think I have the right of being weaned.

You have your life, your friends...

And I have mine. You can't judge that man!

With your bourgeois and bigoted morals!

I choose the friendships I want, accept it or not!

I can't stand your sermons and your crying anymore!

Your attentions! I've had enough with you playing mother.

It's a game that doesn't let me breath.

Enough...

Let me be free!

If you can't...

I'll go away.

- Good evening, professor. - Good evening.

- Hi, Lorenzo. - Thank you for having come.

I had promised you, hadn't I?

Have you seen the guys?

They look like a flock of mummies... they are grotesque.

They don't even have the elephants' dignity when about to die...

Those hide away. Asking these ones here the same thing is too much.

Even Fidel Castro's adventure proved a failure.

Then, flying meant challenging death, now it's a stroll!

When those two Austrian biplanes where coming towards me...

I remember perfectly, Baracca, was two hundred meters below me!

I didn't hesitate one second...

I slid to earth and, with machine-gun fire...

- That's not possible! - Riddled!

Excuse me, madam... I must speak to you, Lorenzo.

Just a second.

- Roberta... - Tell me.

Roberta, listen...

Forget...

Forget all the nonsense I told you the other day.

You are... the only thing that matters for me.

And it's only now that I've understood it.

I'm sorry, Giorgio, but it's late.

One can't get away from one's destiny.

Destiny...!

- Destiny...! - One can't live on bread only.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Ah, the Légion d'honneur sequin...

Sooner or later, I'm sure I'll have it too.

I know I deserve it.

- Rita, would you go to bed with me? - Why not?

- But, Giorgio, you had promised me! - Ah, è vero...

I drank so much I forgot...

As a punishment you must choose.

Cheers!

Excuse me, it's time to make a toast.

Gentlemen, the toast!

Dear Dad, the Foreign Secretary informs you that,

in dependence on your past ambiguous activity...

in the Dominican Republic...

unpleasant circumstances have been established...

involving your person...

in crimes prosecutable according our country's law.

I am therefore delighted...

that I notify you the provision disposed by the Foreign Secretary...

concerning the revocation of your position as consul of the Dominican Republic...

and the awarding, at your son's orders,

of the title of Grand Knight of the order...

of Buffoons of this false, disgusting society.

And with the hope in a better humanity.

A toast, my dear friends, to the glorious Dominican Republic!

Go to the consul.

Give him this and tell him: "From one of the guests."

Very well, young master.

No, you're wrong, my friend...

I realized it very late.

If there's a thing to take care of that is the friends' wives.

And like a fool, occupying shipyards factories, blowing the sirens...

Anita...

- I love you, Anita. - Giorgio...!

And I'm not saying this because you're the wife of one of my ex best friends.

- You're a wonderful woman. - Please...

I declare the hunting season open.

- Please, Giorgio, stop it! - What are you doing tonight?

You're totally drunk.

- Roberta... - What's the matter, Anita?

- I'm very worried... - Why?

- About my son. - What's he done?

He always is with Crusich, like he's stuck to him.

He doesn't listen to me anymore... why don't you try to talk to him?

Of course, I'll talk to him. Calm down now.

If you knew how many I launched, in the good old times!

Even the protocol was the same...

Uncorking the champagne bottle, all dressed up...

- Right! - Only the godmother was missing...!

The godmother...

And when I was meeting them, after a couple of years...

they already needed a trip to the dry dock!

They were training ships!

Everyone out, come on, everyone out!

The San Domingo hymn!

No, this is not the San Domingo hymn!

It's the Marines' hymn! Pretty much the same thing...

The Americans are everywhere and we must bow down...

And thank them!

Go away, leave me alone! Let me be!

- Take your hands off! - Come on, Vallauri, that's enough!

- I said hands off! - Raise the flag, let's raise the flag!

Come on, let's raise the flag and drop our pants!

Let's party, let's close the shipyards, everyone in retirement...

Long live Trieste!

The Italian homeland has become a foreign land for the Italians!

No! No, no, I'll raise the flag!

You take care of dropping your pants!

Ready? Here we are!

Honour to the banner of freedom!

Ready for applause?! One, two, and three!

Applause! Well done...!

Leave him alone, leave him alone! Can't you see the state he's in?!

Silence! Silence!

I have a speech! Because it also is my goodbye party!

You told your mother you wanted to go away...

But running it's useless.

The only hope would be...

running from ourselves.

Listen... when I and my husband came back from Brazil...

he was very ill.

He was stuck in a wheelchair for years.

We... were watching each other...

He was watching me live...

and I was watching him die.

One day I stopped... watching him.

And he died.

End of story.

I wanted my revenge on life...

And, so, I ran away.

But it was useless.

Done thing! The party's over.

Go home, sheep, go back into the sheepfold!

A-tten-tion! Long live the Marines!

Freedom never pays you back for what you suffered winning it.

Running away was a mistake.

Loneliness...

will be my ruin.

Even Vallauri has left...

- He killed himself. - No!

He did, this morning. In the abandoned shipyard.

The State of Siege