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- Is Bianca there, please? - Not right now.

I see. All right. Know when I'll find her?

She's changed residence. Would you like her new number?

No, you needn't bother. Good-bye.

Come in.

- Good morning. - 'Morning.

Excuse me, I just wanted to say, it's a collection for the custodian,

who's retiring. To buy a watch.

Seems to be a custom here. You in agreement?

- Yes. I sign here? - Yes, there.

And I... I bought this cake, it's enormous,

I can't manage to eat it all. Thank you.

And then... at my place incomprehensibly strange things keep happening.

The plants... I water them regularly and they die.

The fruit goes bad, the ceilings are closing in.

Maybe you could come check it out...

- Before the cake goes bad too. - Exactly...

Is tonight all right?

I never asked you if you like cake.

Yes, very much.

- It's a lot. - No.

No! Wait.

It's good.

I'll show you something.

The father always loses. On purpose?

Soon the kids will go to bed.

- You watch often? - Very often.

Ah, what a shame!

A pity... Shall we watch some TV?

You live here now?

Yes. It's my parents' house. I lived here for years.

I'll be going.

Listen...

Quite frankly I don't think this has been

one of those unforgettable evenings.

Why think that?

Admit it, I won't be offended.

On the contrary, it was very pleasant.

Actually, Friday's TV programs aren't bad.

So we could see each other next Friday.

- Yes. - Yes?

Someone's in that car.

Someone who's watching us and I

wanted to tell you something... Some other time.

- Good night. - Good night.

I've had enough! Call the Commissioner on your fancy phone.

What Commissioner? What phone?

I'll report you to the Police. You follow me everywhere, why?

- I know nothing. - Sure you don't.

Are you Professor Apicella?

Well, am I considered a suspect? Have you got your eye on me?

Trying to unnerve me with this persecution?

Because you are persecuting me!

There's always someone spying on me... hidden behind trees, columns,

behind newsstands.

And he insists there's no phone in that car.

It's under the seat! And he keeps you informed.

Why do you spy on one of your colleagues

follow her home, pretend to be a bookseller,

or spy on her in the park with her husband?

He's not her husband and it's my business.

My private life, understand?

And this is my job:

minding other people's business.

- Not mine! - Listen, it's very simple:

anyone could be guilty.

Anyone?

- Who is it? - Bianca.

- Bianca? - Yes, can you open up?

- Hi. - Hi.

I was shopping nearby

and bought the season's last ice cream.

May I?

- Why'd you come? - Shouldn't I?

- What flavors? - Strawberry, lemon, caramel.

- For whom? - For you.

- They don't go well together. - I say they do. Ever tried them?

No.

Then you can't know.

You needn't try everything to know if it's right.

If you use your imagination you avoid mistakes.

- Taste it instead of talking. - No.

No.

Are your students good?

Too good. I don't correct anything.

I make some marks just to show I've read them.

You like mathematics?

I like clarity, logic. A number is negative or positive.

I don't like half measures.

And I...

Here we are.

- Sleep well? - Not really.

Not really...

Hurry or we'll be late.

- What's up? - I slept wonderfully.

- I know. - You know? Then you were watching me.

No, I finally got up

and did some things here.

Aren't you eating?

I'm not hungry.

Yesterday, something new happened to me,

I don't know if I like it.

When you're establishing ties you can't be an observer,

set apart. No.

You have to take risks and besides...

I'm not used to happiness.

You making fun of me? Playing games?

I can't make out if you're being nice or mean.

No, we better not, we'll leave separately.

I've a very nosy neighbor.

I'll wait at the bus stop.

No, I'll take the bus, you go on your own.

We shouldn't arrive together.

Why do you care?

You don't know them. They're vicious,

and then they might... think we go out together.

- Nothing wrong with that. - Yes, there is.

I can't stand people staring at me.

They'll start asking us out together, then some couple will suggest

going to the beach the four of us.

Then four more... No, I don't want to.

- Okay. I'll leave in five minutes. - Yes.

Coming back, I'll go ahead because you don't have the key.

- Then you want me back here? - Oh... yeah...

- Bye. Hi, Michele! - Good morning.

Oh, hello!

Blackberry jam! Come, Edo.

It's Edo's birthday!

Happy birthday!

He's made an exquisite blackberry pie, baked...

In the sun.

In the sun. And naturally he's invited us over.

- You two will come of course. - Two whom?

You and our French teacher, no?

Why "you two" together?

- Because you are... - ...our recent acquisitions!

- Do you love me? - I think so.

- How'd it happen? - I saw you at school...

- And then? - I liked your walk.

You're teasing me.

No, I'm not teasing you.

Do you think... I love you?

I don't know.

Today the Principal, why did he laugh?

No, no, answer me: do I love you?

I can't see why.

No really... why?

- Want to know? - At this point, yes.

First, because you ask odd, obsessive questions

of a lady as if it were absolutely normal.

Who's the lady in question?

- And then because... you're good. - Me?

- Yes, you're a good man. - What!

You're crazy.

Wait, stay here. I don't know how to explain it,

but you won't hurt me.

- How do you know? - I know.

Well, I don't know.

Ignazio and Maria.

You were right, we couldn't manage without each other.

And then Francesco and Luisa understand...

They understand, of course. What do they understand?

Don't start up.

We can't just pretend nothing has happened.

I guess not.

They can't be left out like that.

- They? - Francesco and Luisa.

Maria means that they're involved in this too.

You can't just say "Thanks, good-bye". - No?

- No, you can't - What a pity!

These are experiences that should be developed.

You can't flee them. We can't.

Nor do we want to.

Meaning?

No one belongs exclusively to another.

That's not true.

We're back together again, but we'll go on seeing...

...Francesco and Luisa.

What's his name?

- Who? - The guy before Pioggia.

Alessandro.

- How long since you saw him? - 9 years, no, 8.

- I don't believe it. - It's true.

- Swear! - I swear.

When did you first kiss?

Don't remember.

- Where? - His place, I think.

- Where? - At his place.

- He had his own place? - Yes.

- When did you two... - I don't care anymore?

I do. And that other man you were seeing?

I didn't see him.

- Already forgotten? - I didn't like him.

"Didn't like him": how brutal.

That expression contains its opposite.

You don't say it

unless you've first thought "Did I like him?"! "Did I?"

So, why were you seeing him?

I didn't see him, he saw me. He followed me.

- Did he love you? - Yes but you also know...

I know you avoided him, but that's even worse!

He still thinks of you, of meeting you!

There's a man who is still thinking of you.

Tracing the tangent T to the curve at R,

it meets the X axis at the point "omega".

At a point called "omega".

May I sit down?

Meets the X axis at point omega.

Have you no pity?

No gym class?

The teacher hasn't shown up. We're leaving early.

Boys with me to the playing field.

The bars!

Class 4B too!

Line up. Over here!

Down, one, two, three, back, four...

Down, one, two, three four.

Down, one, two, three four.

Down.

Hey, shithead! Lay off.

I'll kill you!

Stop it!

Come here...

You sent 5 students to the infirmary.

I was there too.

Because you followed them there to hit them again.

You're a bully, not a teacher.

I would have sworn by you.

Now listen to me. You listening?

- Yes. - Watch you step!

Watch you step!

I'm the only one standing by you.

You don't participate in school activities and now this!

We can't go on like this.

I may be imperfect, but I'm consistent.

- We must separate. - Why?

Happiness is a serious thing. When it happens, it should be absolute.

Meaning?

Without blemish, without pain. It's always difficult.

For me it's impossible, I'm not used to it.

Things change, people too. Situations...

Why this decision, when nothing has happened?

Sooner or later you'll leave me.

I can't bear the thought that one day, maybe on a terrace,

you living at my place, you'll say:

"I must talk to you".

"It's all been so lovely, but love is over, finished."

- You can't know. - I know.

Not to suffer later, you break off now without a reason.

Yes.

You make judgments, you accuse, you condemn.

I judge myself, why can't I judge the others.

People aren't mathematical theorems. You're crazy.

And those who accept everything?

At least I say: "This is healthy, this is sick, this is lovely"

"or ugly. That's good or that's bad".

You really are crazy.

Yes. Does such suffering seem right to you? Not to me.

I must protect myself.

We've been wandering all night

looking for a restaurant, for crying out loud!

There they are.

Who is it you're looking for?

The foursome: Ignazio, Maria, Francesco and Luisa.

You're the expert, who's coupled with whom?

I've had it! It's past eleven, I'm starving

and you talk in riddles?

The girl on the left wearing white who is she with?

With whomever she wants. Who cares?

- I'm going. You coming? - No..

- Should I say hello for you? - No.

Should I say hello for you? Where are you going? Bye.

Hi, kids. I was passing by with a friend of mine.

Eight and five make thirteen. It's lucky.

I'm Siro Siri, good evening.

May I seat?

Long live the bride and the groom!

Good-day.

- We're celebrating. - What?

Martina and I are getting married on Sunday.

Good for you. When did you decide that?

We've been thinking about it for some time now.

- Professor, may I speak with you? - Yes.

- What's up? - Police.

I can see that. Two of my students are getting married, we're having a party.

Yes, but you're wanted at the Police headquarters.

Why?

I don't know. The commissioner expects you.

Tell him I'll be there at two o'clock.

It's best right away.

Then it's something serious. Just a minute.

Let's go.

- Horrible, isn't it? - Yes.

- How long did you know them? - Since school.

- Who would kill them? - I don't know.

Why were they killed?

And how?

You should tell me.

Do you realize that one murder was in your building?

And two others were people you knew very well?

That you are the only person

who knew all three of the victims?

But I was fond of Ignazio, Maria and Aurora.

I should ask questions since you're accusing...

I'm not accusing, but I know certain...

- You know nothing. - And you?

That you are at loss, but you insist

on finding a single maniac.

You add up your facts like a child,

you want someone to lock up.

There is someone,

the person who did this, but he's not just "someone".

He doesn't rape, doesn't steel, doesn't leave any traces.

He enters your house as your friend, but he isn't.

Fine. That's all for now.

- I will miss you. - I will miss you too.

- You love me? - Yes.

- Think about me. - Of course I do.

- I'll phone you as soon as I arrive. - Yes, don't forget.

- You wanted to take a train? - No.

- For where? - Nowhere.

What were you doing?

Just strolling.

Watching the good-byers, the embraces. I like that.

Know her?

Why's she here?

- Is she your girl? - No.

- But do you see her? - We're colleagues.

And colleagues sleep together?

Commissioner, it's none...

All right, you're a gentleman.

I really thought that this time... My apologies.

The young lady declared she was with you the night...

The night of the crime.

Our mistake. A few hours in jail. It can happen.

And Siro?

He told the lady you were here.

You're friends, no?

Yes. You tell him about Ignazio end Maria?

It's in all the papers. He knew them?

He ran into them at a restaurant. He talked to them.

You don't say! Siro Siri...

You can go now.. Send in your friend.

Just a moment.

Hi.

- How are you? - Yes...

- I'm sorry, Professor... - Well...

- Good night. - Good night.

Come...

Valentina!

Dario!

Valentina, let's go to school, it's late!

Call the Police, I'm going to shoot myself.

During the summer of 1972 girls started

wearing Dutch clogs, the white ones.

Had they been to Holland? I don't know.

A few years later, you could only find imitations.

with higher heels, awful metal studs.

The plain black worn out ones were nice,

worn by girls with long loose blonde hair,

straight blue slacks and red socks.

Now I see them only when I go by nursery schools.

- You ever go there? - No.

Then go. There's this aura...

all those wonderful Italian mothers waiting for their children,

sacrificing for them. When their children are older,

they'll ask the teachers: "How's my Federica doing?"

They come to me.

In an hour you haven't told me anything.

You talk of mothers, nursery, schools, shoes, summer of 1972.

Next comes the story of your generation.

Don't worry, I know nothing of my generation.

Only know there was Ignazio, Maria, and me too,

still living at home with our parents.

One year it snowed, another there was talk of a coup d'état

Then one summer we decided to go to Portugal, I can't remember why.

To see a colonel, a certain Otelo de Carvalho. Who was he?

I'm losing my patience, I still won't believe that...

I'm hoping that you're playing a joke on to the Police.

Why's that curtain always closed?

Too many people passing by. It annoys me.

I enjoy watching people, for example window-shoppers.

I ride department store escalators.

All those people trying to keep up with the times:

secretaries, bank clerks, housewives, all normal people,

looked down on because their lives are dull.

My students say:

"I'd rather die than work in a bank".

Why do they hate people who punch a time clock?

Despise the people who go to local beaches...

Professor, stop for a moment, just tell me...

You'd like to know what happened?

I want to know everything.

Come in!

Excuse me. For the Professor...

- What is it? - A cake.

A profiterole.

The pastry shop downstairs is the best in Rome.

You went out and bought it? What is it?

The Professor offered us one. You too.

- Beat it! - It's here.

Don't you dare! How did it happen?

It's not simple. There's a lot to explain. You have to start with shoes.

Start with the shoes, start wherever you like.

You know those shoes, "espadrilles"? Without laces.

Now they're common, but some years ago

girls wore them down at the heels, as if they were slippers.

This annoyed me, it seemed dirty, insolent,

but at the same time excited me.

- Can I open? - Go ahead you'll only see...

There... every shoe has its own walk

which represent a different vision of the world.

Want comfort at home?

Wear anything you like, but not slippers.

Women can wear those Chinese canvas shoes.

I've never liked them much:

those violent colors: red-red, blue-blue, black-black;

then they are low-cut. You almost see the toes.

Exciting me with your toes? Then show me an ankle!

I'm not sick, no...

Those are the sandals I wore as a child,

when we went to the sea... What's the mother like?

I understood you through your shoes.

You've suffered... Just one pair of shoes

which slowly wear out, get scuffed, fade.

When I saw your shoes, I wanted to tell you.

What?

I was the one. I did it.

Why? You were friends. What did they do?

They disappointed me. Friends can do that, normal people can't.

Couples should be happy.

I help them, set them straight, give advise,

but not when they make such stupid mistakes.

They start telling each other lies, they separate,

get together again, but it's too late,

they're hurt, become mean. I've finished with them.

Once it was easy to judge, like shoes.

Just a few models,

those shoes and that was it.

Now things are confused, styles are undistinguishable,

nothing's clear-cut.

We were talking of your friends.

Friends can't carry on like that,

I don't become a friend of just anybody.

I decide and when I do it's forever.

I'm sorry to have let you down,

My ideal, what is it? The Sacred Heart?

Girls from the Sacred Heart schools,

plain black moccasins, blue pleated skirts,

and white blouses.

We'll be meeting... for you declaration.

You'll come to see me sometimes?

Just to chat together, to talk a bit,

You're too lonely. Will you come?

Good luck.

Thank you.

- You have any children? - Yes - Two.

Two? It's sad to die without children.

Subtitles STUDIO ASCI - Crema