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THE BEST OF YOUTH

Rome, Summer 1966

Can you help me bring the TV down?

- I'm studying. - Two minutes! Please...

No. I have an oral exam in a few days.

Ask Nicola. he's in there with Carlo.

Fine, I'll ask Nicola.

Natalino Sapegno. "Abridged History..."

Who's that?

My Italian Literature professor.

- Is he famous? - I'd say!

- Will you take the exam with him? - No, he has loads of assistants.

Do they know who they're dealing with?

What difference does it make?

Your high school essay was published in the papers!

Take the exam with him.

When he realizes you're a genius, maybe he'll give you a scholarship.

- Want me to talk to him? - You, talk to Sapegno?

- I'm not ashamed. - You're not, but I am.

Well, I offered...

- When do you leave for Norway? - After exams.

I know lots of people there.

Maybe they have daughters who are your age.

Talk to them, they're the experts.

- Dad? - Yes, the door.

Thanks.

I've got a very important mission for you two.

Perfect, we were dying to take a break.

I'll leave it open.

- Nicola, got the keys? - Yes.

You never know...

I'll open it.

Put it on top, it'll shift around inside.

- On top? - Yes.

Easy.

To me.

That's it.

- It needs to be tied down. - I'll do it after.

Carlo.

Carlo, let me ask you something. since Nicola never answers...

- You know Matteo. - Of course.

What's his problem?

- What do you mean? - He's always so uptight...

- Let's go study! - I was talking!

You're always talking!

Let me give you this, it's been in my car for a week.

- What is it? - I traded for it.

- What'll I do with it? - You study medicine, it could be handy.

Old buddy, how are you?

Swell, but if the need should arise. if this situation develops...

- Yes... - ...would you lend me the beach house?

Great idea.

- Don't even think about it. - It's perfect!

Last time you caused a ruckus that my mom's still screaming about.

- Still dwelling on that? - Still dwelling on that.

- I spoke to Dad. - Well?

He'll lend us the Alfa Romeo!

Now that is good news.

- You told him about Norway? - An academic trip...

- We leave after exams? - We can't go over 4,000 revolutions.

So?

Are you coming to Carla's? The beach house?

- Me and you? - Yes.

- Alone? - How else, in a group?

It's beautiful, golden shores. salty tamarisks,

Flying dolphins, it's beautiful. I love you...

- You're always joking! - No, I'm serious.

- I swear, I love you. - Let's go dance.

Did you talk to your dad about that job?

Go to the clinic Monday morning.

You know the address, right?

The scientific term is logotherapy.

Essentially that means you take a patient for walks,

chat with her. help her feel normal.

It is not a friendship, it's a rehabilitative activity.

Giorgia hasn't had a crisis in a while,

So you only need to come two, three times a week.

There she is.

It'll be easier than walking a dog.

What's your name?

You shouldn't say hello to strangers!

- What's your name? - Matteo.

- Mad Matteo. mental Matteo... - Watch out!

- Don't touch me! - I won't, but watch out.

First look left then right.

Go ahead.

Like it here?

I come here often.

It relaxes me.

Plus, there are no cars.

There's a beautiful place here.

Want to come?

Want to?

When I don't feel like studying at home, I come here.

I like it.

Plus, no one's here at this hour.

Want to read something?

Yes, trains.

Trains what?

When they leave, when they arrive...

The schedule! They don't have that here.

There's a book of poems I'd like to read you.

Where is it?

American Literature...

"A percentage of life is difficult to cover.

"It deals the cards to catch you weak, not to catch you in full force

"and it gives you 70 years to play.

"If you don't manage in 70 years, you never will.

"Leave the room if you lose.

"Leave when your time is up.

"It's vile to sit down and fondle the cards."

Watch out for the cars!

- Careful, what are you doing! - Don't touch me!

Fuck you!

Want to get run over?

Imbecile, crappy dickhead!

- Do you understand death? - Asshole!

- You're the asshole! - Fuck you!

Are you insane? You're going back to the clinic!

You don't want to come out with me, then you won't go out!

Just say so. Here!

Here!

Yes, I understand. but what should I do?

Nothing, don't react.

If you do nothing, she'll calm down.

- Sorry, Professor, but... - Don't call me Professor.

Perhaps it was my fault.

No, it wasn't your fault.

It's the fault of the illness, but that's why we are here.

Hey!

Is it ready? Is the car washed?

I don't ask them to wash it.

They like to. Just to do something.

You can't put a lien on the house!

This is your children's home, we'll have nothing left.

It's perfectly normal to put a lien on a house.

Know what the problem is? That you're Milanese!

You are extraordinary, full of intelligence, you have vigor...

- But you lack imagination! - Sure, imagination...

Chicca, what are you doing up?

- How long have they been fighting? - Since the film ended.

- How did it end, good? - Yes.

He was a king but didn't know, he found out and married the princess.

- He messed up. - Why?

Because then they'll fight like Mom and Dad.

When you get older, be like me: don't get married.

I want to marry you.

And Nicola.

You can't marry your brothers, especially not both...

We'll put Alice to bed, then make them stop.

Hey...

- Folks! Can we knock it off? - Can we knock it off?

What's this? Darling, you're still awake?

How can she sleep with this yelling?

- You tell me... - Leave Matteo alone.

You and Nicola should defend me from your dad.

From what? Matteo, am I a bad father?

You know what he did?

He put a lien on the house.

- Really? - That's all I had!

Hear that?

If things go badly, we'll end up sleeping under a bridge.

How nice!

Finally, someone who loves adventure!

We'll live under a bridge and beg for money.

Who cares about how the business goes?

- Then you're crazy too! - He's right.

Leave it to me. I'm the head of the family.

- What does that mean? - Trust me!

It's the right time to invest, grow,

Keep up with the competition. and this is how you do it.

- I have a knack for these things. - A knack, huh?

You know what you have a knack for? Castanets!

Too bad divorce doesn't exist in this country!

- See you. - Going out again?

Nicola and the others are waiting.

- Where are you going? - Around.

- Girls? - Maybe.

Where is she?

She must be with a client.

- Should we wait? - Yes, this is her fire.

- A bit embarrassing. - Not at all! She'll be back.

- Is that her? - Yes.

What's going on?

Hi, Cati.

Hi, Matteo.

Who was that?

- Who are they? - My brother and two friends.

Hi.

Hi.

Can we go to your place?

Come in.

Do you mind if I leave the light on?

If the chickens think it's daytime, they'll eat.

Fine.

Aren't you going to get naked? Are you embarrassed?

I see, I'll turn around.

It's better if we don't do anything, I'll still pay you.

Are you sick?

Me? No.

It's that... I don't know, maybe...

Come on!

- You're Matteo's brother? - Yes, why?

You seem so different, you're not like him.

Oh yeah? What's Matteo like?

Odd.

Let's do it quickly, don't waste my time.

No, no kisses on the mouth.

Hi, Giorgia.

Why are the shutters closed?

Want to go out? Everyone's in the garden.

Want to be photographed?

There's good light.

Turn around.

Well?

I'll photograph your hands.

You know, you've got nice hands.

What's that? What did they do to you?

Read here and comment.

It's a poem by Sennuccio Del Bene.

Of course, but what does it bring to mind?

- Nothing, really. - Nothing? Why nothing?

Because it's empty.

Sennuccio Del Bene is empty too.

Then give me an example of a religious poem that struck you.

- Beccaio. - Are you kidding?

Beccaio, a modest imitator of Cecco Angiolieri,

is to be considered a religious versifier?

A man who damns his father and mother is a religious poet?

- I think so. - I don't.

If you'll allow me, I'd know better than you.

What are you doing?

I don't feel like being here anymore.

These are scars from electric shocks.

They give her electroshock therapy. Where did you take these?

- Isn't electroshock illegal? - Unfortunately not.

Who is this girl?

I'll tell you later. Keep studying, you have an exam tomorrow.

The Professor's a killer, I can only dream of an A+ like yours!

A+...

Will you come tomorrow? As soon as I fail, we can leave.

No, come get me at the Hole, I'll sleep there tonight.

A girl?

- Hi, Antonio. - Your Excellency, why're you here?

I forgot a book in the room.

- I can't leave my post. - Don't worry, I'll go.

Don't wake them, or you'll have to handle them!

"Esposti Giorgia. Pietracamela."

Giorgia.

Giorgia, wake up.

Wake up!

Don't be afraid, it's me, Matteo.

Listen carefully: get your stuff,

I'm taking you out of here.

You deserved a B+ or an A-.

I gave you an A because I applied the "sympathetic factor".

Not much, but enough to give you an A.

Some may object to this factor of mine.

But I believe that sympathy, in the Greek sense of the word,

sympasin, that is to share the pathos

of other's suffering, is very important for a doctor.

For others, I apply the unsympathetic factor,

that is, I subtract two or three points.

Unsympathetic is the worse thing a doctor could be.

You are worthy. Congratulations.

But don't get cocky, you still have two exams with me

and I could still tear you apart.

Are those your friends? You brought along a claque?

Since we're about to leave, they came...

Are they in my class?

I don't recognize them.

No. Carlo studies Economics and Berto Philosophy.

I don't need details,

just want to make sure such elements go elsewhere and do damage.

Economics, Philosophy... great!

As I said, you're promising, but I'm probably wrong.

I want to give you some advice.

Do you have any ambition?

Then leave. Leave Italy while you still can.

Want to be a surgeon?

I haven't decided yet.

Whatever you decide, go study in London, Paris,

in America if you can,

but leave this country.

Italy is a country to be destroyed.

A beautiful but useless place, destined to die.

You think there'll be an apocalypse soon?

I wish! That way we'd all be forced to rebuild.

Instead things here remain immobile, with dinosaurs in charge.

Leave.

- Then why are you still here? - What!

I'm one of the dinosaurs to be destroyed!

Sorry.

Let's go! We're off!

I got an A!

An A on your first exam - you sicken me!

- Matteo's at the Hole? - Move it!

Move it, 4,000 revolutions, my dad, no way...

Geez, 4,000 revolutions...

4,000 revolutions my ass...

Go!

Giorgia.

Giorgia. Wake up, we have to go.

I made you some coffee.

Sugar?

One, two...

None?

If the Professor was talking about a specialization, I can understand,

but the idea of working abroad...

You think we'll have work in Italy?

Yes, there's a 7% annual growth rate, unemployment is around 3%.

- What does that mean? - That things are good.

Unemployment increases only if it goes below 4%.

So as soon as we graduate, they'll be throwing us jobs.

Throwing them is a bit much.

There are lots of us born after the war who will graduate,

inflation should increase, there will be a selection of sorts.

For every three graduates, one will be jobless.

The biggest jerk of the three.

Why don't you all go to...

If we take the Apennine highway, it'll be better.

We'll take twenty days just to get to Turin!

But we won't see any hitchhikers on the highway.

You are obsessed!

- Where's Matteo? - How should I know?

Go get him.

Here he is.

- Who's that? - I don't know, never seen her.

Wasn't he coming alone?

He didn't mention her. Let me go see.

We said no girlfriends!

Let's see what he says.

Plus, who said she's coming?

That girl is odd, somethings not right with her.

She's the girl from the pictures.

- What's the problem? - It's a delicate situation.

Meaning?

See you in two days at the Brenner Pass.

We were supposed to be there tonight, we'll lose a day!

Relax!

We'll see you in two days at the border.

- It's because of her, right? - Yes.

- Is she a runaway? - Sort of.

Tell us where you're going, we'll drive you.

We'll handle it.

Have a good trip!

Take care!

Don't speed.

When I saw how poorly she was doing, I thought...

You did good.

- This story about electroshock... - You're right, it's horrible.

But we need to take her somewhere now.

Her mom's dead, her dad lives in a town called Pietracamela.

Where is it?

I don't know, in the Apennines I think.

- We'll bring her and then leave. - Yes, let's do that. Giorgia!

- Giorgia! - Giorgia!

Come here.

See how she acts? She's odd.

What does she have?

She's crazy.

No, she's not crazy.

She has intelligent eyes.

You and her... a handsome couple.

Giorgia?

Giorgia!

You remember! Giorgia!

How are you?

The Bishop forgot about me but you still love me!

You're so pretty! You've become so pretty!

Who are they?

- Hello. I'm Nicola. - Hello. I'm Vito.

Nice to meet you. I'm Matteo.

- What do you want? - We're looking for Giorgia's dad.

He moved to Ravenna years ago.

- Ravenna? - Three or four years ago.

- Are you from the Institute? - Yes, from Villa Quieta.

You're so young!

Good! Why have you brought this lovely girl home?

For summer vacation.

She got confirmed like the others, for me they were all equal.

Remember how to say it, Giorgia?

"Lord. I am not worthy to receive you..."

"But only say the word and I shall be healed."

Good girl!

When she was small she could even say the Angel of God.

For her, the Word of God was like a game, a lullaby.

It is for many people.

You're right.

- What's your name? - Matteo.

- And you? - Nicola.

Nicola.

Maybe it's because her mother died when she was young.

It became an obsession.

She cleaned everything, when she was done she'd start again.

She cleaned the rooms, kitchen, barn.

Who knows why.

When's the next bus for Ravenna?

It just left!

You should've asked me!

The next is at 7:00 tomorrow. You'll get to Ravenna in the afternoon.

We have to leave now.

Impossible. Know the word "impossible"!

Now what?

I can put you up, I have a sort of...

A shed.

Better than a kick in the face, no? Right?

Ma'am, we've set up the imperial suite for you.

You can relax on this splendid straw bed.

We also have this lovely divider,

where you'll live separated

from the two heroes, Telemonian Ajax and swift-footed Achilles.

We also have a pretty blanket

kindly given to us by the clergy of Pietracamela.

Put it on if you're cold.

I won't take my clothes off.

I won't take them off.

Fine.

Know what? I won't take mine off either.

Everyone to bed.

Giorgia, tomorrow you'll sleep in a real bed at your dad's house.

I don't have a dad...

Thief!

Give me it, stupid bastard! You're a thief!

- Calm down! - It's mine!

Giorgia!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Thief! Thief! You're a thief!

I didn't know it was yours!

- I found it on the ground. - Enough!

- What happened? - I took a...

Get out of here!

It was a notebook on the ground.

Nicola, I didn't do...

Let me handle this.

Giorgia.

- It's raining. Let's go inside. - Enough!

If we stay out here we'll get wet. Let's go in.

You'd better put something on, I'll give you my clothes.

Like it?

Put this on.

Are you embarrassed?

Go behind there.

Go on.

Next time you want to shower, tell me,

I'll reserve you a room at the Grand Hotel.

Done?

- You're taking so long. - The buttons...

- May I? - Yes.

I'll help you.

Buttons are the most complicated things.

So are shoe laces, but buttons...

...are truly complicated.

If Don Vito walked in! He'd damn us and we'd go to hell.

You're pretty when you laugh.

See, you can do it.

Bedtime.

Nighty-night.

- Can I shut off the light? - No.

Fine, lights on.

Good night.

What happened?

Nothing.

- Good morning, signora. - Good morning.

- Where does signor Saro live? - Here, he's my husband.

Where can we find him?

- What do you want from him? - It's a personal matter.

Aren't you Giorgia? Shouldn't you be in the Institute?

Who are these two?

Lard ball!

Giorgia.

Giorgia.

What are you doing here? What happened?

Nothing. We don't think she's doing well at the Institute.

What does that mean?

They mistreat her.

When she has fits, they give her electroshock.

Electroshock?

- What's that? - They electrocute her.

- Isn't that bad for her? - It's certainly not good.

I pay loads of money to keep her in the clinic.

to cure her.

Why don't you keep her with you instead?

How can I?

- With my other kids? - Exactly, with her siblings.

They're not her siblings. They're Rosa's kids.

Rosa loves you. They love you too.

But you don't get along with them.

I sent you to the clinic so you'd be okay,

so you'd get better.

Giorgia.

Now we'll take you back to the clinic.

Why not try keeping her here?

We'll take you back there so you'll get better.

Giorgia doesn't need a doctor, but a father.

I am a father!

Giorgia.

I love you, you know that.

Show her, let her stay with you.

How can I? Life is expensive nowadays.

with all the money I spend to keep her in the clinic!

But she needs affection, a family!

- We gave it to her, but... - She's not well!

Why am I talking about personal things with two strangers?

- Some father you are! - How dare you!

- She's your daughter! - Mind your own fucking business!

What?

What are you saying?

Calm down!

- Stop! Calm down! - Bastard.

- Now where will we go? - I don't know.

You should have thought about it before hitting her father.

- She can come with us. - Where?

To meet up with Carlo and Berto.

How will she get past the border? Where's her passport?

You should think before you act!

What do you want to eat?

Nothing.

You don't eat or drink, do you live on air? Knock it off!

Leave her alone!

She cut herself.

Well, do something!

- What if she cut a vein? - Oh please!

- Let's take her to the ER. - Get a tissue!

The Cheyenne method: "Salivating Bull".

- What happened here? - Nothing, a glass broke.

Korea scored.

- Who gives a shit. - We don't.

Not one bit!

Actually, I'm rooting for Korea.

K-o-r-e-a! K-o-r-e-a!

K-o-r-e-a! K-o-r-e-a!

K-o-r-e-a! K-o-r-e-a! K-o-r-e-a!

This is Marghera.

This is Marghera.

Connection in ten minutes to Mestre, Ponzano Veneto...

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Connection in ten minutes.

- Wait here for me. - What'll you tell Giovanna?

That a problem came up.

How will you justify Carlo and Berto's absence?

- Trust me, I'm a specialist. - It's my sister I don't trust.

She'd throw us all in the slammer.

- In fact, we all won't go. - What'll we do here?

A little creativity! There's a snack bar, have something.

I'll leave the bags. See you.

Ciao.

Want something to drink?

I see, you're giving me the silent treatment.

Give me a sign.

Yes or no.

Is that yes?

- Good morning. - Good morning. What can I get you?

What do you want to drink?

Hey, Giorgia.

Want to hear something?

What do you like?

Elvis? Sandie Shaw?

What's "Whocan"?

"Who Can", by Fausto Leali!

Let's see if they have it. Ah, here it is.

B-3.

B-3.

Who can

I smile at,

if not you?

Who,

if you're no longer here?

It's over by now

It's over

between us...

Your friend Berto did a serious thing.

She's under the custody of her father. He decides.

It's the law.

He was afraid they'd kill her if he left her there.

He could have reported them.

He took possession of a person, not an ornament.

- Do you ever deal with these things? - No, I deal with that.

It doesn't seem like it, but lots of people work there.

Lots of problems then.

Labor cases, dismissals, illnesses, accidents...

Nothing's missing, the plant never stops.

They work day and night, summer and winter.

That's why the sea and sky have changed color.

The managers say there's nothing to worry about, but last week they distributed this.

- Is it toothpaste? - Yes.

To be used before eating, not after, understand?

Not really.

The dust that deposits on teeth and mucus membranes is toxic.

It can cause cancer in the long run.

This situation happened to you, right?

- Better yet, to Matteo. - No, he has nothing to do with it.

Contact the Psychiatric Hospital of Gorizia, they're great.

But it's still an asylum.

At least they don't hit or electroshock patients.

- If we bring her here? - I'll have to report it.

They'll come get her and take her back to her father.

When is the train coming?

In half an hour. Go buy three ice creams.

- Me? - Yes, you.

No, not me.

Why not? It's simple, you have legs.

- I'll go. - No, wait.

She'll go.

Three ice creams.

No, I... I can't.

Sure, it's simple.

- Good evening, what would you like? - Three ice creams.

Three ice creams.

You think we should take her to Gorizia?

I think so.

Giovanna said it's a great hospital,

if we don't like the doctors, we'll go on vacation.

In Sicily.

Thank you.

Your change.

Signorina, your change!

- Good evening. - Two coffees.

You forgot your change, take it.

He said take your change.

- Do you know her? - No, she just came in.

- Is something wrong? - I don't know, she left her change.

I called her, but...

- Are you with anyone? - No, I'm not, I'm alone.

Can we see your ID?

She won't answer. Let's take her in.

What'll we do with this?

I don't know.

What do you think will happen to her?

Maybe they'll take her back to the Institute.

Is there really nothing we can do?

We'll take the train tomorrow.

- We'll continue our trip, right? - Yes.

Let's rest now.

Arriving on track one, train for Padua, Bologna, Florence, Rome.

Arriving on track one. train for Padua, Bologna, Florence, Rome.

Matteo, what are you doing?

- The trip's over for me. - What do you mean?

- I'm going back to Rome. - Why?

What's wrong? Are you nuts?

You know that exam I took?

So?

- I flunked. - Flunked?

So what does that have to do with our trip?

- Nothing. - Then get out!

It's leaving, get out! You'd leave me here alone like an ass?

- Come on! - Bye.

What the fuck does "bye" mean?

Nicola.

Nicola.

Recruitment?

What can I do to join the Army right away?

What can you do?

Get your head checked at the asylum right away.

"Dear Matteo. I'm sending this letter home

"hoping that Dad and Mom will pass it along to you.

"Where are you? Have you heard from Carlo and Berto?

"I never met up with them. I took the trip alone.

"Anyway, here I am.

"Norway's a magnificent place,

"but I'm especially struck by the people.

"Martin is an American, and a defector.

"He ran away because he didn't want to go to Vietnam.

So I have to escape from there to come to Europe 'cause I can't stay there.

- How long will you stay in Europe? - I don't know, man. As long as I can.

But those guys are after me, so I'm just looking for peace.

That's why I have my T-shirt, stopping the bombing and all this.

Stop the bombing, man.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy.

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy.

The world is holy.

The soul is holy.

The tongue.

The cock.

And hand.

And asshole.

Are holy.

- Who wrote this? - A genius.

- What's his name? - Allen Ginsberg.

- What are they doing? - I don't know. They are savages.

"I've left my travel partners and I'm heading north alone.

"I'm writing to you in front of a small wood church

"near a stone saying: 'Here passes the Arctic Circle.'

"Right now, my classmates are entering the lecture room

"to take that old dinosaur's class.

"I don't feel guilty or like I'm wasting time.

"Dear beast, here's some important news:

"I'm not going to cut my beard or hair anymore.

"Here's a picture so you can see what I look like.

"Handsome, no?"

What the fuck are you doing?

Stay back! Stay back or I'll snap his arm!

I'm not joking.

Don't screw with me!

He was joking...

Don't fuck with me!

- He's nuts. - He's crazy.

- Are you okay? - He hurt me.

"I'm out of money. I think I'll stop and work in a local sawmill.

"They pay well and can always use help."

"The girls are pretty, easy-going,

"not like our girls who get snotty when you compliment them."

Quick, move it!

Keep your ass low, do you want to get killed?

You're a herd of sissies!

Faster, bastards!

I'll make you do it all day!

Move it, animals! I'll bust your asses!

Nicola Carati.

- 200? - Yes.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Are you sad? - No.

- You miss Italy? - No.

- Where do you live? - In the camping up there.

Maybe after work, I can show you my house.

I live over there.

Yes, thank you.

- Sorry? - Loose the rope.

Yes.

And this is my room.

And there is some extra bed,

so if you want to stay here tonight, you can.

- Yes? - Yes.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Unshaven. - No comments!

When you're outside, not only do you represent yourself,

but you represent the Army. Is that clear?

While we're at it, let's get something straight.

No jokes or pranks here!

No hazing! Is that clear?

- Tie! - Step forward!

- Dirty shoes! - Step forward!

- You call that a backpack? - Sorry.

- Back in line! - Step forward!

No, you can't do this, I have to leave.

I have to call my mom, she's alone and my dad's ill.

I was the only one who brought home money...

Attention!

- What are you doing? - I decided not to go out.

Very well.

I decided you won't go out tomorrow or the day after.

Those confined to barracks, stay.

All the rest, leave!

Are you sleeping?

No, I can't.

It's too light.

It will stay light until midnight.

I see.

- Hello. - Hello.

"Every now and then, I think of Giorgia.

"How we lost her and weren't able to protect her.

"When I return, maybe I'll specialize in psychiatry,

"because people like her should be helped.

"She shouldn't be left with people who use electroshock."

You're cool, Matteo.

You sure did make an ass of the lieutenant.

But you're odd, you got yourself confined for three days.

You should've used a better excuse.

Sick father, unemployed sister...

It's all true!

I have no job, but if I sign on, I'm set.

You said you're the only one who brings home money!

That was the only lie.

Know what? You should sign on too.

- You're nuts! - They'd make you a general!

Hey, Nicola?

Nicola?

Nicola, you have to wake up. You have to wake up.

They are saying that there has been a terrible flood in Florence.

They also say that there is a lot of young people

who will come down as volunteers and help.

You want to go down there, don't you?

Nicola!

Five minute break, then we'll begin.

At ease!

Nicola! Nicola!

Matteo.

Ciao.

- You're disguised as a soldier? - I am a soldier!

- What about university? - I quit.

Luigi, come here.

This is my brother Nicola, from the postcard.

- Is this my brother? - How should I know?

You look nothing alike.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Watch out.

Thank you.

Professor, is there valuable stuff?

- I think so, I'm checking. - I'll send for someone.

Easy, don't move the water.

Easy, careful.

Easy, they're precious books.

There's no rush.

- Carati, where are you? - Yes, sir!

Second Lieutenant, I'm here.

- Can you handle it alone? - Yes, no problem.

- Then Pezzuco comes with me. - Yes.

What's this expressive, quasi vernacular gesture?

That gesture? You obviously haven't been in the Army.

- Nor do I want to be. - You want to be a bum?

This bum saved up plenty of money.

You can't imagine how much you make as a lumberjack there.

- I'm not going back to Rome. - University?

I'll go somewhere else.

After all I saw, the idea of going back to Mom and Dad depresses me.

- When do you get out? - Never.

What do you mean?

I'm going to sign on.

- Sign on? - Yes, with the police force.

- You're kidding? - Not at all.

You're going to be a cop?

What are you saying?

You fell for it!

- You were joking? - Nico.

Look.

I wonder what it was?

- Illuminated manuscript, in Latin. - I'll get the flashlight.

"In the year 1126 AD, the light..."

- No, it's "the first light." - Oh, yes."The first light..."

"Of dawn came..."

"Came and rested on the head of the Holy."

What's going on? Why has the line stopped?

Come on, move your ass!

Heard that?

Imagine a jerk like that for the rest of your life!

He's right though. We're wasting time.

Carlo!

- When did you arrive? - Three days ago.

You're a bum!

You are hideous!

Le bon savage.

Very wildebeest.

Let's clear this up. You made us wait two days in Bolzano.

I came, you weren't there so I went on.

Fibber. He called your mother.

I called and she said you were in Hamburg!

So...

You made me take two exams alone.

You made me get flunked three times alone.

- Why did they flunk him? - A quick letter? D'you injure your hand?

- There were no stamps... - Oh, all right.

Girls?

No.

- Where are you putting it? - Here.

No, over there.

Careful, because there's a slope here. Otherwise, the bottles will... Very good.

Here are our soldier boys who came to help us.

- Give them some bread... - Who is that?

- How sweet! - That's enough.

What are they giving out? Wine, bread...

What coats!

Lorenzo the Magnificent's granddaughters!

He's unbelievable.

What a character, very Chekhovian.

Seems like Firs from "The Cherry Orchard".

It's him! The old guy who walks hunched over.

The mud angels came from everywhere to help us.

Give them bread too, good girls.

Let's go to these youngsters.

Good morning, signorine.

- Are you mocking us? - No, I was playing around.

Give them a bottle of wine and bread.

That's it, just one.

- Who are these lovely signorine? - The Riccobaldis.

We were fortunate,

because the house is high up so it wasn't damaged.

The Marquis wanted, by means of his daughters,

to show...

...his appreciation.

Signor Marquis is so good and kind!

What about me, I'm pushing the wheelbarrow?

Just kidding, naturally.

I began playing the piano when I was ten.

Now I'm majoring in Math in Turin.

What does Math have to do with the piano?

My mother chose the piano, I chose Math.

But why Math?

Because I want to solve the math problem about jealous husbands.

What's that?

You don't know it?

It hasn't reached Rome.

There are three married couples.

Married?

- Do they have to be married? - How boring!

They have to cross a river.

One boat

that can't carry more than two people at a time.

But the jealous husbands don't want their wives

to remain with the other husbands.

- So whats the puzzle? - How will they cross the river?

Very simple.

First, two wives cross over to the other side.

One of them goes back,

gets her husband and takes him to the other side...

Then she leaves him there and goes back,

- and... - No.

No, she goes back... No, not right.

First, two husbands cross over to the other side...

No, it's the same.

I give up.

It's not hard. I'll tell you.

- Some other time. - Some other time.

When you graduate, will you be a Math professor

or a pianist?

Not a professor.

Pianist... I don't think so.

That's what I call "clear ideas."

You should be a pianist and a mathematician.

Why don't we all go study in Turin?

Why Turin?

Turin.

- He's crazy! - Essentially, yes.

- Berto, let's go to Turin. - I won't even graduate in Rome!

My dad wants me to work in the factory.

- Not a laughing matter. - And you, Carlo?

- Do you like Turin? - Turin?

- Agnelli, Fiat... - Turin chocolates.

I don't know.

Are you cold?

- What are you doing? - Take this.

- No, come on. - Go on.

- Berto. - Yes.

- It's time to hit the sack. - No, I'm not tired.

- Good night. - Let's go.

- Good night! - Good night.

Ciao.

Good night.

- It's not like you made them leave. - No, "good night."

If I come to Turin,

can you put me up?

You are really insane. I don't even know you!

Turin, February 1968

Nicola.

No, you have to pull it.

No, to the right.

No, no, no, no, no.

Watch him...

No, no.

Nicola. Nicola.

I love you.

I love you to death.

Careful, the riot police!

Hey ho, police must go!

Ciao, Paolo.

You bring your bike inside?

With all these Southern hicks, they might steal it...

- Shut up, make me some grub. - Right away, dear!

- With holy hands. - Very holy.

- Where's Carlo? - Here.

Take this. Here, the Master's voice.

Vitale, we need to be informed.

Someone should be informed on what they want.

Forget the papers. I can tell you what they want.

They want to stick it up our you-know-what!

A very British gesture.

Oxford.

Enough with calling me a Southern hick.

because I'm actually from Turin.

Really?

Look at the state he's in. You can't even laugh!

When the Police deal with gentlemen like you...

Knock it off!

If they set foot in our factory

we'll make them run, the Riot Police Third Battalion!

Oh, spare us!

The Union told you to behave and be silent.

Watch the way you talk about the Union!

Funny guys! Are these your friends who write this bullshit?

Did you read this?

They handed it out at the gates.

"Overthrow school. don't change it."

- It means something else. - I don't care.

I don't want to overthrow school.

I want the right to go to school!

For myself since I couldn't go and for my kids who will go.

What kids? You don't have none!

Learn how to speak.

- Well, you don't have kids. - I'm still young.

It's not my fucking business.

but don't you have an Economics Dept. cell meeting?

Can I get some coffee?

Aren't you supposed to go to the factory cell meeting?

Are you afraid they'll punch me?

No, so long as you leave.

- What's the rush? - I need to concentrate.

- I have an Anatomy exam. - What are you studying?

Anatomy!

Ah! Anatomy

Love me forever

Good morning, signor Piero.

Don't be a smart alec, Naples!

- Hi, Giulia. - Hi.

There's his Anatomy exam!

Anatomy

- My lip hurts. - Sorry, I forgot.

- Are you frozen? - I ran here. I'm hot.

It's so cold out.

Because you're not moving.

You need to move.

Move?

Turin, Spring 1974

Go! Go!

Open up!

I'm pregnant! Open up!

Please, open up!

Come on.

With all that chaos outside,

It's paradise in here.

Nice, huh?

Would you live here?

Yes. You wouldn't?

You go around with rocks in your pockets?

Did you see how they beat people?

What's that mean?

You'd throw rocks?

No.

But if they attack me, I know how to defend myself.

How strange.

They opened the door, but it seems no one's here.

Great excuse!

"Help! Open up, I'm pregnant..."

Slow down, keep on them!

Stop at the next intersection.

Hey!

First and second, right!

Third and fourth, left!

Come on, Riot Police!

Come on!

Slowly!

Slow down, something's up.

I have a bad feeling.

Come on!

Go back! Go back!

Come on! Come on!

Get down!

Let's regroup. Come here.

Everyone here?

Luigi.

Luigi!

Bastards!

Luigi.

Luigi.

Luigi.

Gigi.

How are you?

Some way to meet again!

Weren't you stationed in Treviso?

Yes, they needed backup for the protest.

What an idea!

It was self-defense, right?

If they hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him.

- Will you be tried now? - I don't know.

But they're transferring me.

- Where? - Bologna. I leave tomorrow.

I heard the guy you injured will be fine.

I couldn't care less.

Are you going to keep this up?

Fine, let's start over.

Hi, Matteo, how are you?

Come over, I'll show you my house.

We'll relax together.

Are you allowed to leave?

What's the procedure?

Get 70 permits from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

Lick the ground the commissioner walks on?

Pray to the Patron Saint of Police?

I have to sign out with the commander of guard.

Then let's do it!

This is the courtyard.

- Good morning, tota Bianco. - Good morning.

It means "signorina" in Piemontese.

I'll go buy a cake. We're celebrating.

- What? - I'll explain later.

Yes?

Light of my life!

- You never have your keys, huh? - Sorry.

This is Matteo.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Come in.

Thanks.

Luigi will be paralyzed for life.

You met him during the flood in Florence, remember?

Of course.

We're all the same in uniform.

- Is he your friend? - Everyone in the unit's a friend.

Bad!

Why?

Because you're on the wrong side.

- You're sure about that? - Yes.

What's the right side, the poor people's?

Yes.

Luigi knows what it means to be poor more than you do.

He is poor. The guy who hit him isn't.

- Are you poor? - I don't pelt people.

Yes, but while we're eating cake, he'll remain paralyzed.

- Do we have to listen to this crap? - Giulia, please!

Fuck you.

- Nice gal. - You hit it off well.

I want to celebrate because we're having a baby in September.

A baby?

- Did you pick a name? - Sara.

- How do you know it's a girl? - Giulia said so. I trust her.

Lovely name,

biblical.

Is that her?

Mm-hm.

- She doesn't seem mean on the piano. - She isn't.

- She's the "I'm always right" type. - Like you!

Sleep.

Nicola.

Does she have to sleep with us?

Shh.

It's not good for her.

Hush!

Sara, will you go to the other room?

Daddy wants to do something with Mommy.

Go...

He could've picked us up after a nine-hour trip!

Try to be nice.

Avoid saying it's crazy to have kids if you don't have a job,

because Nicola does have one.

At the asylum, with a contract expiring in 6 months!

- She works too. - In a knick-knack shop?

We'll see when they have to buy clothes, shoes, mini-skirts...

Mini-skirts already?

Avoid mentioning they had a child out of wedlock.

No one gets married anymore!

You wouldn't marry me anymore?

Is it not proper enough?

Oh, please!

Stairway A.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

- How are you? - Well.

Can you open it?

An English baby carriage, I special-ordered it.

- Thank you! It's beautiful. - Here's the rest.

Put them here.

Ciao.

Nice home.

We were lucky to find it.

- Was it already painted like this? - No, I did it.

Good job!

Is she sleeping?

Ciao. Ciao.

She's so pretty!

I'm Grandma

and he's Grandpa.

- What a dear face! - And those eyes!

Her chin resembles...

She looks nothing like you!

She's still growing, you never know.

She grew so much since last time!

You become a grandfather overnight.

Are you pleased with your young grandpa?

- She's looking at me! - You won her over already.

- Where's Nicola? - In court.

What did he do?

A psychiatrist from the asylum is on trial. He committed lots of foul acts.

Is he testifying?

Not him, the patients were accepted as witnesses.

Let's hope the judge listens. It'd be the first time in Italy.

Actually, in the world.

Marino, when they say: "Do you swear to tell the truth..."

Girolamo, listen up, they'll ask you too.

You must say: "I swear".

- Marino, say it. - I swear.

Well done. If not, they won't listen to you.

How old were you when you came to the asylum?

- I don't know, four, nine... - No, no.

You must be exact, you have to say "eight".

Yes, eight. I remember.

I liked dressing up like a girl.

They shouldn't have locked you up.

When I see the electrician, I'll break his face...

- No, no, no... - I'll break...

Be good because you are good, Aldo.

Nicola.

Sit next to me and stay calm.

Aldo. Aldo.

- Aldo, look me in the eyes. - Nicola.

Are you calm?

Nicola. Nicola.

What, Mario?

Looks like my cousin Ignazio.

A bit.

- What's this stuff? - I found it behind the statue.

Don't pick things up. Never pick things off the ground.

Who brought these flyers?

Swear to tell the truth...

They made us all go in and lie down next to each other.

- Excuse me... - First you have to say "I swear".

I swear. Eight years, locked up ten times...

I object. The witness is reciting, as if he was fed these words.

Counselor, the witness needs to find peace.

Your Honor.

- Signor Levi, just say, "I swear". - I swear.

Continue.

When the electric doctor came in, I closed my eyes.

I heard the ones before me screaming.

Four nurses held me down - hands, feet.

One hand shoved a rubber bit in my mouth,

then the first shock.

I run away from the asylum once,

but they catch me.

They beat me up

and tie me to the bed.

Then the electrician comes

with his little machine.

While...

he electrocuted me,

he yelled:

"Tell me who helped you run away,

tell me their names!"

Since I didn't want to tell him,

I clenched my jaws

so hard that I broke all my top teeth.

Giovanbattista, are you listening?

I have your report from the preliminary investigations.

It's important you repeat what you know.

Look at him.

Is that the man you spoke of?

Can you speak?

I'll read your words.

"The doctor gave me electro-massages because I drank."

Is that so?

"In five days, five treatments,

one a day."

Is that so?

It's normal for alcoholism. There are studies...

You're through killing people!

Calm down!

If that happens again, I'll clear the courtroom.

Your Honor, I apologize for Aldo and the others.

They're upset. It's hard for them to speak about it calmly.

Giovanbattista can't even speak.

Silence is not evidence,

but he has nothing else to offer.

I hope they give him seven, eight life sentences.

I'd settle for one day.

It's the principle that counts.

Why did Dad come to Turin?

Looking for funding for one of his projects.

Now he's convinced that from typewriters we can progress to word processors.

Listen,

I need to tell you something.

He doesn't know I found them. He never said anything.

But he seemed worried.

It's the first time I went through his drawers.

You're a doctor. Can you do something?

No,

but there are cures that slow down its course

and maybe years will pass before...

I know. I read everything I could get my hands on.

They say what you said,

that nothing can be done.

- What are you writing? - A report for the association, for the trial.

You still type with two fingers!

- Move over! - Let me do it.

Come on!

I'll help you.

"The counselor sustains

that the treatments did not have a punitive objective

and specified

that homosexuality is an illness

that requires specific cures."

- Why, it isn't? - No, Dad, it's not an illness.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

If you say so.

What a fossil. Change the carriage at least!

It works for me.

- Never mind. - It's outdated, time for change.

I have a little idea. I need some funding though.

If you don't mind, I'll stay in Turin for a bit to find funding.

- They understand machines here. - I'm glad you keep busy.

I thought you'd say I was crazy!

You're not crazy, Dad. Your head is already in the future.

This world is too small for you.

- Will Mom stay too? - No.

It's a miracle she left Francesca alone for four days.

I'd like to go to Milan to see Giovanna.

- I'll take a train. - I'll bring you.

- No... - I'll stop by Carlo's too.

- Remember him? - Of course!

- Doesn't he teach in England? - He's visiting.

- It's an excuse to see him. - I could tell him about my project.

In England there are business banks.

Maybe he knows someone.

Dictate.

- Folding? - Uh-huh.

What's this?

- Two six of clubs, you can't! - Sorry.

- But it is forty, right? - No, count them.

- Eighteen, twenty... - It's not forty.

I take them back.

Adriana,

regarding the fact that no one wants to get married nowadays...

I'd marry you again.

My honeybun!

- Have you found a house yet? - No.

We have dorms here at Headquarters, but no one likes them.

It's okay. I don't like houses.

Why did you ask to be transferred from Bologna to Sicily?

They decided. They said you needed people.

- You could've said no. - I never say no to an order.

Well, put it down.

- What's in there? - Books.

- Books? - Yes.

You're odd, you know.

I've been going over your records

and what do I see?

Nothing, beside for some ruckus.

Bad temper, uncontrollable hands.

What were you looking for in the police force?

Rules.

- To do what with? - Apply them.

- Really? - Yes.

I do as I'm told and I mind my own business.

Then we're all set.

Sicily is the land of people who mind their own business.

They shot him in the head.

- What? - He has a hole in his brain.

- Do you live here? - Commissioner, we're done.

Hold on.

- You found the body? - Yes.

- Early this morning? - Yes.

- What were you doing here so early? - Grazing my mule.

- Ah, grazing your mule. - Yes.

Did you or the mule find the body?

- Me. - Did you touch it?

- No. - Good!

- Is he from around here? - Yes.

So you know him?

- Yes or no? - No.

You said he was from around here.

Tell me the truth, you recognized him?

- You know him? - Yes.

Good!

- Was he a good person? - Yes.

If you didn't know that, you didn't know him.

How come you say he's good

but others say he was bad?

Huh?

Dunno, I don't know anything!

You don't know anything, no one knows anything.

- The rats will eat that poor guy. - Really?

- May he rest in peace! - Got it?

I'd like to remind you to respect the courtroom.

Whatever the sentence may be, I won't tolerate comments.

This court, based on articles 483 and 488

of the Penal Code,

declares the defendant guilty

and condemns him to five years' imprisonment.

In addition, he'll be responsible for trial expenses.

Silence! Silence!

Silence!

Once you get used to them, these colors aren't that bad.

These designs are cute.

Good job.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

That piano,

why don't you ever play it?

Because...

I'm not good enough,

and since one can't be semi-good,

I gave it up.

I didn't ask why you don't play in public,

I meant at home, for yourself.

For me?

- What's wrong? - I won't play anymore.

- Why? - I made lots of errors.

- I didn't hear them. - But I did.

You're playing for me, it doesn't matter. More Ravel!

I like Ravel.

Do you ever ask her to play?

No.

- Why not? - I know she doesn't want to.

That's not true. She did the other day.

She did it to please you.

- It was a special event. - You don't understand a thing!

You're intelligent, but you just don't get certain things.

You need to tell women they are good, beautiful,

the most important thing.

You should say: "Giulia, play for me."

"Play for us two."

- Like I did with your mom. - But you were always fighting!

Fighting is good. It keeps you sharp.

The 26 principles and the 109 UN guidelines,

approved two years ago in Stockholm,

are constantly violated in Italy,

especially by people like the ones we are trying today

and for whom I request the highest sentence.

I also request he pay trial and reconstruction expenses

for having consciously dumped industrial wastes into running water,

causing damage to the environment and the health of residents.

In the past 10 years 1,870 billion dollars a year have been spent

on military expenses.

50% went to kickbacks, in Italy too.

- You've got to arrest them! - I need names.

- Tell her about state companies. - Are you his prompter?

Their names are in all the papers.

You have to read the papers.

- Dad! - What?

Watch.

- The ancient chopstick. - Dad.

- "Utensir". - It's the crab technique.

Never mind, Carlo, I'll use a fork!

Will we make it to the airport in your jalopy?

How dare you! Take a taxi.

Why go to Cambridge? There's plenty to do here!

I'll be back.

I'll finish my Masters,

then next year I'll take the entrance exam for the Bank of Italy.

He wants to be the governor and sign banknotes!

To the governor!

- To the governor! - To the governor!

Long live the governor!

Even if it seems absurd...

If you want him to believe he can get better,

then you have to believe it too.

- He doesn't know we know. - It doesn't matter!

Your father senses it.

He senses people who are close to him...

I'm a doctor. I can't believe in miracles.

- Pretend you aren't. - I see, you want to help me.

Thanks, but enough.

- Sorry. - Thanks.

Last call for Alitalia flight AZ 594 for London Heathrow,

boarding now, gate 11.

I think that's mine.

Sorry about before.

No, I'm sorry, I was talking bullshit.

Don't become too much of a jerk in England.

Same for you, here in Italy.

Have a good trip.

I didn't tell anyone,

not even Nicola.

He would've started in with psychology,

how you have to want to live

and all that nonsense.

I'm telling you,

just because.

Don't tell anyone. I don't want to be pitied.

But you have to promise you'll do everything possible,

to get cured...

Everything...

Be patient with Matteo.

That boy...

I never understood him.

Everything causes him pain.

Then there's Francesca, Mom.

And Nicola.

Nicola's strong.

He seems it,

but he's like the others.

The most important thing: you have to think of yourself.

You have to laugh, be happy,

have fun.

- Is your husband away on business? - I haven't seen him recently.

It's not working.

- Another woman? - Not at all!

It's just not working.

We're going to get separated.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

It's better this way.

We'll find you another guy.

Are you looking for mystery?

You talking to me?

You have to find the soul.

How?

You have to look for it, inside.

Palermo, Summer 1977

You know how to look inside?

I do.

See that boy? Look at his hand. It's confident, it demands.

He's got a cockade. He's the best of the class.

Could be.

See that elderly woman?

Two wedding bands. She's a widow and she's lonely.

You're not Sicilian.

Are you mocking me?

Did you see "Stromboli" with Bergman?

Yes.

I live there, but not for long.

I took a librarian exam in Palermo.

I want to leave the island.

That?

It's a professional camera.

- You're an expert? - I'm an expert on libraries too.

- Really? - Yes.

- If I pass the exam, where should I go? - In Palermo, I don't know.

In Rome, at Villa Celimontana,

there's one that's beautiful.

- Can I look for mystery? - No!

I have to go.

- Now? - Yes.

- What's your name? - Nicola.

- Mirella. - It's a pleasure.

Ciao, Nicola.

- What is it? - They snuffed a guy.

- You gotta take pictures. - I don't have my camera.

- I brought it. - You brought it. You think of everything.

Where'd you find it?

Watch me.

That's too easy. Watch how Daddy does it.

Watch Daddy. Watch Daddy. Watch Daddy. Watch...

Ow.

I hurt myself! Ow...

I've told you a million times Sara should be in bed by now.

Doctor's orders?

Daddy's the doctor. He decides!

- What's wrong? - I'm tired.

I argued with Stefania, told her I'm quitting, I'm sick of always discussing.

- You used to like it. - Used to.

All the better.

- You can play the piano again. - I sold it. They'll pick it up tomorrow.

- Have you gone mad? - Maybe.

Where have you been?

You're checking up on me?

A collective meeting.

- Got a problem with that? - Great crowd!

What's that mean?

There's not one decent thing in this country,

and we just sit and watch.

Did you hear about the boy they killed in Bologna?

Yes.

When will we make them shed tears?

Make them shed tears?

Take that off. You're ridiculous!

- Listen... - Let me go.

- You can't stand me either? - No!

I can't stand you either.

All you think about is your hospital. I have to do everything.

I don't think so.

I hate couples that fight!

People!

People.

If you make all this racket,

Bobby can't sleep.

You're right. We'll keep quiet now.

"Dear Carlo. I'm glad about your success in Cambridge.

"Nothing new here.

"It's tough working in an institution trying to change it bit by bit.

"Things with Giulia aren't okay.

"She's become aggressive, hostile,

"unsatisfied with something I can't figure out.

"We've slept like brother and sister for over six months."

I'll show you their room.

I'd like to know who organizes these inspections.

The Ministry of Health.

Who are you, a lawyer, a judge?

Open.

- A psychiatrist. - Good. This is the room.

As you can see, it's all clean,

perfectly in order.

- Where are the patients? - On a field trip to a shrine.

I care about them.

I want them to be well, to enjoy themselves,

to be normal, like everyone.

Where are you going? That's just the basement.

- What's in here? - Nothing.

- Open this door! - No!

- Marshal, you do it. - I want a search warrant.

I want to speak to my lawyer.

See?

There's nothing here.

Just trash.

Where are you going?

You can't, you can't, you can't.

- There's nothing here. - Marshal, deal with her!

- I protest! - Get out!

Take her to the car and if she resists, handcuff her.

- The door. - You'll pay for this!

You can't treat people this way!

I protest!

Call an ambulance.

Untie them, cover them up.

Inform headquarters straight away.

Giorgia!

Giorgia.

Let's put on a sweater.

Be a good girl.

You'll put it on alone, okay?

Here.

Let's do this,

I'll put it here and we'll turn around.

Giorgia.

I'll handle her.

Thanks.

How are you?

Did you eat today?

Want some?

Remember that trip we took together?

Father Vito's town?

That time we slept in the barn?

Remember the Italy game?

Italy lost and we kept laughing...

Remember Matteo?

The orange.

It must drink, or it'll die.

You're right. I always forget.

Sorry, I won't touch you.

But I'd like you to come here every day,

to give the plant a drink.

- Did you call the judge? - Yes.

- When? - Two hours ago.

He's not here yet?

Smoking, in a slaughterhouse!

- Put it out. - Toss it!

- We have to leave. - Can we remove him?

Only after the judge arrives.

- The same old questions! - Our shift is over.

You talk about shifts when there's a corpse here!

- Enzo, keep them quiet. - They won't.

Make them!

Move these people out.

A kid? Are you out of your mind? Out!

You're the dad? Get him out of here.

- He's not bothering anyone. - Get him out!

Who do you think you are?

- How dare you? - You think this is a show?

There's a corpse. It's not a movie.

- Where were you when he got shot? - I don't know, I wasn't here.

Doesn't know a thing - hear no evil, see no evil.

He died by himself!

Let the kids learn this too!

- Don't touch my kid! - What are you teaching him?

Don't touch my kid. Who do you think you are?

Here's your temporary leave.

I don't want to see you for at least 15 days.

Go on vacation, home,

just disappear!

I have enough ordeals already. I don't need you too!

Want to be the chastiser, the redeemer?

Get lost!

- Well? - Everything's fine.

- Are you being transferred? - Special leave.

- Is that how it goes? - You lucked out.

Here, it arrived this morning.

"Dear Matteo,

"I'm writing to give you good news.

"I found Giorgia.

"I think she suffered greatly over the last years.

"Oddly, for her, it's as if time hasn't passed.

"I was moved to see her again.

"It reminded me of that summer, many years ago,

"when my life changed, along with yours and many other people's.

"Why don't you leave the 'Police Farce' for a few days

"and come visit us?"

"The Days of April aren't an uncontrolled explosion of riots,

"but are born after 50 days of struggle at FIAT,

"involving many workers, stopping the production

"and marking the height of politically organized autonomy

"of the working class."

No good. It's too bureaucratic.

We have to distinguish desires from needs. Needs are a serious thing.

They push you to risk everything, even to die and fight if necessary.

The need for Communism...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Excuse me.

You got out early.

Yes, I got out early.

- Ciao, Sara. - Ciao.

- Are you drawing? - Yes.

- Let's go take a walk. - Yippee!

Closed-in spaces aren't good for little girls

or for people's brains.

"The need for Communism..."

I need to drink, to eat.

Sara, when you hear this bullshit...

- You can't use swear words! - Sure you can.

When someone at school tells you lies, what do you say?

- Jerky liar! - Good girl!

Now let's go take a walk,

come on!

- Say bye! - Bye!

It's cold. It's cold.

Let's get your coat.

Let's go. We'll get some fresh air!

- Listen... - It's something I'll take care of.

Good morning.

- Luigi Pezzuco? - Check in the room.

Thank you.

I found fortune in misfortune.

Two more millimeters and my arms would've been useless too.

But everything works.

Almost everything.

I even have a woman. Her name's Patrizia.

Let me show you.

I have a Polaroid

taken at a party.

It's here...

Got it!

She's beautiful.

- Congratulations. - Of course she's pretty!

We're getting married in September

and we want to have tons of kids too.

You want to know how we...

Slowly, with patience.

It's great all the same.

- That's what she says. - Sure!

You see me doing okay, with Patrizia too.

But I wouldn't be without your mother's help.

My mother?

Matteo.

Know how many notebooks like this I have?

Without your mom, I wouldn't have recovered use of this hand.

She came to see you all these years?

An afternoon a week. She always came.

- You didn't know? - Of course I did.

I didn't just recover use of my hand,

but of my brain too.

I'd never read a poem before.

Listen:

"Hector, the honor of tears you shall have,

"there where blood shed for your homeland became holy, tearful..."

What did I write here?

"Till the sun will shine upon human calamities."

Doctor Carati?

Wow!

What a surprise!

- How are you? - Well.

- Your beard? - Sara says it scratches her.

- It scratches her? - Yes. So I shaved it.

Speaking of Sara, it's for her.

- Thank you. What is it? - A doll, so you can play with it too.

How nice!

- Did you drive through Rome? - Yes, but I didn't stop at home.

- These paintings? - My patients make them.

- We're organizing a show. - Really?

Yes.

Did you know that all these years Mom helped Luigi,

my co-worker who was paralyzed?

Yes.

- Who's this? - My teacher, Franco Basaglia.

The one who wants to free all the crazy people.

He has a strange belief that they aren't prisoners, but people,

that mental illness isn't a fault to atone for.

Bizarre, isn't it?

How's Dad?

You should go see him.

I will!

I will.

I'd already decided I would, after.

- Let's go see Giorgia. - Yes.

- How is she? - Better. You'll see.

If she improves, we can discharge her.

We try to discharge them as soon as possible.

We find accommodations for them.

What do they have?

Doctors used to diagnose them all as schizophrenics,

but that means nothing.

- Means they are split in two. - But who isn't?

Are you a whole cop, am I a whole doctor?

The truth is we don't understand a thing.

All we know is that they have asylum sickness.

- How do you cure them? - By opening up the wards.

I'll be in my office.

You're leaving me...

- What do I say? - Maybe she wants to talk.

Hi, Giorgia.

It's nice to see you.

Are you okay?

What a stupid question!

It means nothing.

Nicola said you can go out.

Want to go get an ice cream downtown?

We'll look for a juke-box, play some music?

You used to like music.

He also told me you read,

that you like books.

What do you read?

What words fill your head?

You don't feel.

Sound, air,

attention, nothing,

nothing gets through.

Reply to the question: "Absent".

Absent.

I should've known.

Remember that summer, when we were young?

How were you?

How was I?

Mad... mad...

Matteo.

Giorgia.

- Do you think she'll be okay? - Yes, you'll see.

It reminded me of when we were at the train station, remember?

Yes, what about?

We were listening to the juke-box

and she turned and looked at me.

I think you were in love with her.

- You were. - We both were.

- What song was it? - "Who Can", Fausto Leali.

Who can

Nicola.

Your father...

Slow down, please.

Slow down, no one's chasing us.

Do you want to drive?

- All I said was... - This is how I drive.

Fuck you, I said slow down!

- Please! - I'm afraid, Sara's here.

Understand?

Understand?

Why don't you answer her?

Why?

I drive like this, if you don't like it...

No, stop the car!

Stop it!

Stop the car!

Pull over or I'll break your face!

Relax, I'll stop as soon as I can.

What the fuck? Turn around!

Turn around!

Turn around!

Matteo!

Thanks for coming.

Ciao.

Thanks.

How's your mother?

A mess.

- Hi. - Hi, I'm Francesca.

Lately, the police are very busy.

- He said he'd come. - Don't worry, he'll come if he can.

Why don't you come to Milan with me?

Francesca will be fine alone.

I'm staying for my job, not her.

I know that the school falls apart without you,

but think about yourself.

I am thinking about myself. I need to work.

- Giulia. Want some coffee? - I'll make it.

I'll do it.

- Want some coffee? - Yes, thanks.

I wanted to make some coffee. Where's the coffeepot?

In the cabinet.

The other one, on the right.

Nicola says you'll be Minister of the Treasury, is that true?

He said that?

Actually, I've been working at the Bank of Italy for only a year.

A minister's career is a different one.

How so?

The Minister of the Treasury is a political position.

We're mere technicians.

So modest. Nicola says you're smarter than him

and that's impressive, considering he's so conceited.

- Nicola's crazier than his patients. - True.

You're a klutz!

What do you do?

I finished high school, now I'll go to college.

I want to study Archaeology.

Mm-hm.

- I want to travel the world. - Great.

Yes.

I ran as a middle-distance runner on the track team,

I'm a great cook, and I'm learning to play the violin.

- That's all? - I get bored doing one thing.

So you're getting bored just making coffee.

No, I'm making coffee, making dessert with Sara,

and chatting with the Bank of Italy's office.

Ah.

Not bad, right?

- Auntie! - Coming.

- Look how many I made. - So many. Good girl!

- Signorine. - Do you want more dough?

- Can I have a cookie? - Scram!

Good, kick him out.

Francesca's great with kids.

I'm not.

I'm not capable.

There's no set way to be a mom. Each woman is different.

For example, I wasn't a good mother to Matteo,

not the mother he wanted.

You were a great mother, I can tell by Nicola.

Excuse me.

- I'll go get some milk. - We have some.

Yes, but there won't be enough for us all tomorrow.

- I'll go get milk. - I already got it.

Can't I go out?

Sorry.

Sorry, honey,

I'm sorry.

- You're late. - Sorry. I had some problems.

Never be late for appointments. It's dangerous.

Nowadays a person waiting with a briefcase is a suspect.

- Do you have the keys? - They're in there.

With the money, documents, and gun.

- Know how to use it? - No.

You'll learn.

Let me by...

Let me by. Let me by.

Nicola, let me by.

Let me by.

- Let me by. - What about your daughter?

Let me by.

- Let me by. - Just one question: why?

Let me by.

Let me by.

"DIGOS" authorities have released the identikits of five people,

three men and two women,

regulars at the Red Brigade cove discovered 10 days ago in Turin.

Only one has refused to respond to the public prosecutors.

The arrest warrant accuses the defendants

of attempting to overthrow the social system,

and destroy the democratic state and its institutions.

Give me another piece.

Give me another piece...

of gazelle!

Yes, little lion,

daddy hunter will give you some.

..acts of violence, kidnapping...

I don't want to go anymore.

- I don't want to go to fencing. - What?

You wanted to, so we're going!

- Where's Mom? - I told you, she's away.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Please, don't.

Let's make peace.

Point in line, salute!

One, two, three, four,

fve, six, down.

On guard!

Step forward, step back...

lunge!

On guard!

One step forward,

one step back...

You're messy today.

Let's start again.

Point in line!

Look here.

First position, salute, go!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, down.

On guard!

Spring 1980

Do you, Tommaso...

Tommaso...

Carlo.

- C... C... - Carlo.

Carlo Tommasi, not Tommasi Carlo.

Sorry.

Do you Carlo Carati...

Carlo Tommasi, Francesca Carati.

- There's a male Carati too. - That's me.

I'm a male, Nicola Carati, brother of the bride.

You are... Sorry.

You're the brother.

Congratulations.

You should be seated where that girl with the spikes is.

No, because...

But I'm the groom's best man. Carlo Tommasi's my friend.

- You're the groom's best man, but... - Sister...

Sister... Brother...

A minor coincidence.

It's not illegal. OK.

Let's start over.

Do you, Carlo Tommasi,

take as your wife,

Francesca...

Carati?

I do.

We're halfway there.

Do you, Francesca Carati, take as your lawful husband,

Carlo Tommasi?

I do.

Good.

Time to exchange rings...

- Careful. - Sorry, it's my first wedding.

Mine too.

Come meet my friends.

- Come on! - I'll steal him for five minutes.

Excuse me.

No one believes that you have blue eyes.

- Not that again! - Yes.

My brother, Matteo.

- Carlotta. - Ciao.

Teresa.

Like me this way?

Sara!

My niece, Sara.

Give Uncle a kiss.

Nice wedding, huh?

- When will you get married? - Who'd marry me?

You're a great catch.

Special section of bodywork, aristocratic working class!

- I was a great catch. - What does that mean?

I got this.

- They fired you? - Laid-off with minimum pay.

They sent out 23,000.

- Can't anything be done? - Our strikes were useless.

You said you were spared!

I didn't want to be a wet blanket at the wedding.

Read it.

What do you think?

Do you handle these things at the Bank of Italy?

More or less.

What's the deal?

FIAT has a 7,000 billion debt.

Many small and medium-sized companies are worse off.

They can't produce as much as they should.

They're not competitive in the international market.

- So? - The workers couldn't win.

That's just his opinion. He's not the oracle.

- It's not just my opinion. - Ignore him.

- There are unions. - With broken bones.

- People are afraid nowadays. - Say something!

They fire him like they did in the 19th century!

Want fairy tales from me too?

They're reorganizing the industrial system,

they want to update themselves,

so they cut costs in order to be competitive.

- Who gives a shit! - I know...

We have to pay the price for their incompetence?

- Who cares if the system flops! - Please!

If it flops, it has to be replaced with something else.

- Any proposals? - Me? You geniuses should know.

Stop fighting.

Come on!

It's a special day.

Knock it off.

We factory workers are singing the swan's song.

No one will remember us in a few years.

Don't worry.

They won't screw me.

I won't sit home crying!

Vitale will find another job,

or he'll invent one!

I'll repair faucets, TV sets, heaters...

Our homes are full of machines, right?

They're gonna break, someone needs to fix them,

- so I'll do it. - Sounds good.

At worst I'll retire at his place, put on a Napoleon hat

and tango away!

I'm dying to dance.

- Let's go! - OK.

Come on, slugs!

Let's go.

- Do you know "Anatomy"? - What's that?

This one. Anatomy...

- "Amado mio"! - That one!

Signora Tommasi, may I have this dance?

Easy with my mom.

THE BEST OF YOUTH END OF ACT ONE