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He always acts like an acrobat.
He puts his hands on the ground.

Turin, Summer 1982

He puts his feet on the wall
then lets go.

When I see him in the hall I say:
"Good morning, Mimmo"

and he gives me his foot!

Balloons!

I'll buy you one.

- What color do you want?
- Blue.

Right, your color.

Good morning,
can we have a blue balloon?

- Are you glad school is over?
- No.

Why not? You're on vacation!

- Want to go to the beach or hills?
- When's Mom coming back?

I don't know, Sara.
You know that I don't know.

Monica says that when dads say this,
it means the mom is dead.

Nonsense! You listen to Monica?

But if Mom's dead,
you have to tell me.

Of course I'd tell you!

Why'd you let it go?

If you told me a lie,
it'll be for Mom.

We apologize for the delay,

The engine will be arriving
shortly from the Turin station...

In Lebanon,
the Israelis have closed in

the Palestinian quarters
of Beirut...

Barbara Melleca.

Roberta De Angelis.

Paola Riviello.

United States of America.

Celia Bobak.

- Who is it?
- Excuse me, it's your neighbor.

- I wanted to ask a favor.
- Hold on.

Sorry, I thought
Mr. and Mrs. Randi were here.

No, they're away for a couple of weeks.
I'm their guest.

- Are you a professor too?
- Yes, I'm here for exams.

I'm from Udine.

My husband forgot to buy milk, and I have
a child. I was wondering if you had any.

Sorry, my fridge is empty.
I haven't had time to...

That's OK. Too bad for that scatterbrain,
he'll go get it now!

At least his legs still work!

- Well, welcome.
- Thanks.

Sara, why are you barefoot?
Get back inside!

She's named Sara too?

Why? Is your daughter
named Sara too?

No, my sister's daughter.

- Is she a pest too?
- No... yes...

No.

"It was the voice of Silver.

"All it took was a dozen words
to make me decide

"that I would not move for
all the gold in the world.

"I stood there, trembling,

"straining my ears..."

She arrived this morning around 7:00.

No one was here,
I'm the first to arrive.

She looked like a ghost.

Who told her I worked here?

Aren't you going to ask anything,
how she was?

I don't want to know anything.

I didn't recognize her at first,
she has dark hair now...

I don't want to talk about her.

She wants to see the child.

Just from a distance,
she won't talk to her.

- Do you have a cigarette?
- You smoke now?

No.

- What did you tell her?
- Nothing, you know how she is...

She came, told me when and where,
then left.

Not even a hand shake,
or "how are you",

"Why are you doing manual labor",
nothing.

- When's the appointment?
- In two days, during the finals.

- What finals?
- The World Cup!

The national match!

They're listening to the game.

Look, hyenas!

The hyena. The laughing hyena.

- Always laughing.
- Why, is he funny?

- No, exposes his teeth.
- An elk!

I saw loads of them in Norway.

Look, a wild boar.

It's not a wild boar, it's a warthog.

"His name was Fritz,
he was very obedient and conductible.

"Fritz lived in Stupinigi
for around 25 years

"and on November 4, 1847
he killed his guardian!"

There's one minute left
of the World Cup.

All kinds of birds, a falcon.

They are hunting birds,

they pick up the prey.

There are hens here too!
Seems like a hen house!

Look, an elk, and that's a giraffe.

- My favorite animal.
- How come?

Because it stretches its neck to eat leaves,
then it lifts its head and looks up to the sky.

I like all animals that look up
to the sky.

What's that?

- A manatee.
- Looks like a seal.

Looks like it,
but it's called a manatee.

- How do you know all this?
- Because I read the signs.

We won.

Yes, we won.

Fall 1983

It's freezing!
They say Rome's always sunny!

Where is it?
I haven't seen it in days!

You don't have a motorcycle?
I don't want a mess in the courtyard.

The kitchen,

and this is the living room.

Nice and bright.

The furniture is brand new.

The bedroom's over there.

Perfect.

The TV is new too,
the owners of the house bought it.

The moving men walked up
four flights of stairs,

I took it upon myself to give them
a 20,000 lira tip.

Here.

Don't worry, we'll deal with it
at the end of the week.

The plants! The owners love them.

You have to water them every day,
except when it rains.

- I can do it, if it's a bother.
- No, don't worry. I'll do it.

If you need anything, call me
or my husband. In the porter's lodge.

OK.

Good day, I'll leave the keys here.

Goodbye.

Everything's just fine and dandy.

We have a more active sexuality.

Of course.
We're Mediterranean, warm...

At this point,
there's only one problem...

The new Secret Service
will be effective...

Come in.

This way.

We have the night shift,
as of tomorrow.

We do it for two weeks,
then we get three days off.

Then we get the day shift.

This is the boss's office.

Beware.

And that's yours.

The coffee machine.

This is your desk.

These are the friends
we're looking for.

More or less all of them,
Reds and Blacks.

We think they're all in the city.

Let's say I run into her...

- What do I do?
- Depends on what she does.

If she puts her hands
in her pockets, shoot.

Actually, I'd shoot anyway.

Just to be sure.

Dad, it's all sticky!

Add more flour and roll it out.

...her daughter, Maria Cristina,

and some co-workers
who live in the building.

The District Attorney
may have been breathing,

but he died on the way
to the hospital...

It has bubbles!

A reader called the newspaper,
La Stampa,

saying the Red Brigades ordered him
to inform the newspaper.

A statement claiming responsibility
was sent to the Corriere today.

The Attorney handled
many investigations on terrorism,

drug traffic, Mafia,
mob, and racket...

Can I check this out?

Good morning.

Yes.

You're Nicola!

- The girl from Stromboli!
- The girl from Stromboli has a name.

Yes, of course...

Don't tell me.

While you're thinking, give me
your ID so I can give you a card.

I left it at home. Marcella.

No, Mirella.

Right, sorry.

I'll put it on my card.
You have to return it in 15 days.

- What if I steal it?
- I'll come get you.

Where am I? What's my last name?

I already managed to find you once.
I could easily do it again.

You came here because
I suggested it to you?

It was good advice,
it's a wonderful place.

Lunchtime, want to split
an apple and sandwich?

I remember that day perfectly.

I even dreamt of you lots of times.

Then I told my boyfriend
and he got jealous.

Who knows why,
I didn't even know if you were real!

- Men are such fools!
- True.

And now?

If you tell him we met,
he'd probably kill you.

That's his style.

That's why I left him.

Apple?

Still taking pictures?

Sometimes.

Remember what you told me,

about looking for the mystery?

I really liked it.

I even tried it.

I wasn't able to.

I can't photograph
the inside of people.

What you talked about.

That's what I said?
I don't remember.

- "I don't remember"?
- No.

Insane! I stressed out over it
and you don't even remember!

Apple.

I forgive you.

Only because you're cute.

Don't forget the book, in 15 days.

- Giovanna, hi!
- Hi.

Come in.

That way, because here...

- How did you know I was here?
- I saw the list of the new escort guards.

When you left Sicily you didn't even
leave an address.

- I didn't know you were in Rome.
- I moved here recently.

I'm with Mom, so she's not alone.

You know, there's
plenty of room there.

- How is she?
- How do you think?

Want a drink?

It's not exactly normal
to arrive and not call.

- I'll make you a coffee.
- I'm talking.

No, you're saying the usual
big-sister things!

You've always acted like a sub-mom,
one's enough for me.

- You act like she doesn't exist.
- What do you know?

You judge, pass sentences...
We're not in court!

What did we do to you
to deserve this behavior?

Giovanna, wait.

Giovanna.

Listen.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's your name?

- Matteo.
- Matteo.

Nice name!

- What's your name?
- Lolita.

- Where are you from?
- Venezuela.

What's wrong? Are you sad?

What are you looking at?

- Your necklace.
- My necklace?

- Like it?
- Yes.

Here, for your gal.

I don't feel up to it.

Maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe I...

My comrades are different,
they are more determined,

I'm afraid.

Maybe I'm not prepared enough,

I don't know, I should...

You don't have to be afraid.

You can do it.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Francesca?

Listen,
I need to see you right away.

At the Roman Forum gardens
in two hours.

Yes.

- Understand?
- Yes.

Sara's grown. I wanted to bring
a photo but I left in a hurry,

I was so nervous...

Nicola said he took her
to see The Party a few days ago.

All of a sudden, Sara asked him out loud in
the movie theater what menstruation was.

He explained it to her
in front of everyone.

Nicola sees no difference,

young and old, crazy and sane,
they're all alike for him.

Listen.

Tell Carlo to request a transfer,
he must leave Rome.

Actually, leave Italy,
as soon as possible.

And go where?

Wherever you want.

He's in danger, understand?

We have small children,

our home, his job...

You know him well too,
he won't leave.

- I have to leave.
- No, wait!

Now you listen.

I'll try to talk to Carlo,

to convince him,

but he'll say no.

He's your friend,
apart from being the father of my kids.

You must tell them not to!

- Let me go.
- No, I won't!

Make something up. Pretend he has
an odd schedule, that he's never alone.

Tell them he's a risky target.

You must save him!

Promise me.

You trust me?

I do.

Fine.

I'll try to.

Nicola's coming to Rome
for the holidays, right?

I think so, for New Year's,
for a few days.

I want to see Sara, even just once.

- How can I...
- Take her to the Colosseum.

I'll call and tell you when.

Don't tell anyone.

Fine.

What do you do for work?

I'm an engineer.

An engineer son,
every mother's dream!

Maybe that's why I did it.

So you build dams,
bridges, buildings...

Yes, I often work abroad.

- I have to travel a lot.
- Don't you like to?

No.

What would you rather do?

I don't know.

Maybe what you do,
being surrounded by books.

Then drop everything
and come with me!

- Do you like chestnuts?
- Very much.

Can I have a bag?

- How much?
- 3,000.

- A ripoff.
- Go pick them yourself!

Rome!

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Want to come with me?
- Where?

Put your fingers in first
then the thumb in back.

Lift the palm of your hand upwards
and do what she does -

a swoop, and end up
with the left foot forward.

- Looks easy enough.
- Not really...

- My turn now, isn't it?
- Yes.

Put your fingers in the holes!

I'll do it my way.

But it won't go straight.

Just wait.

Wait and see.

Too weak!

Quiet.

Goal!

- You don't say goal, you say strike.
- Strike!

Go ahead.

- Sorry, you got all wet.
- Don't worry.

- I have to make a call, be right back.
- OK.

You're soaked.

Unfortunately,
I have a flight first thing tomorrow.

There are problems
at the construction site.

- How long will you be gone?
- Not long, be back on the 7th.

What are you doing on the 7th?

I'll come get you.

What time?

When the library closes. All right?

Mm-hm.

I found this under the seat.

Oh, right. I got it the other day,
then couldn't find it...

Wonder how it got under there?

Is it for your girlfriend?

It's for you.

Then put it on me.

All set, I'll take your shift.

- Afternoon and night?
- Yes.

Afternoon and night.

You're a pal.

Luckily you didn't take the highway -
this car won't make it.

Hey!

- How about a new car?
- A new one?

- Why? It's fine.
- It sucks.

No way, it's beautiful and it works.

Why don't you get a modern one?

I got stuck
with a consumeristic daughter!

- Why? Are we poor?
- Don't you have it all?

Too bad we didn't go for Christmas -
gifts aren't given on New Year's.

Who says? We'll do it.

Who's coming tomorrow night?

- Grandma, Aunt Giovanna.
- Francesca?

Aunt Francesca, Carlo, the kids...

- They had another baby.
- What's his name?

Asdrubales Theofrastus Callimachus.

- Callimachus?
- No, Nabuccodonosor.

- Stop pulling my leg!
- His name's Michele.

- Michele?
- Mm-hm.

"The trip began under a lucky star.

"The Espanola was a fine ship.

"It behaved well,
even in the middle of the ocean.

"The crew consisted of able sailors.

"The Captain knew his job to a tee,

"and everything seemed
to proceed for the best.

"Until one night,

"While walking towards his cabin..."

- I think they won't sleep tonight.
- Who cares. They're having fun.

- His big cousin from Turin's here.
- You're right.

- Lucky you.
- Why?

- You've got a girl.
- So?

- We're much better than you.
- Oh please!

It's true! If you'd had a boy.
you'd be more wild.

She has disciplined you,
she's raising you well.

- You have white hairs.
- No, just two!

- The charm of a 40-year-old.
- Easy.

37 not 40.

Plus ladies like mature men.

Lend me a finger.

How do you manage with three kids?

- I only have one and...
- In fact, I'm exhausted.

But I like it.

Carlo has escort guards?

- How come?
- In these times...

Nicola.

Yes?

Nothing, Michele woke up.

Will you let Carlo in?

What's with the escorts?

"Now is the winter
of our discontent..."

The scrivener ascended the stairs.

Where awaited him, like a sentry...

Was the doctor of the mad!

- How are you?
- Fine, and you?

My dream is a place
like Denmark, Sweden, Holland.

Countries that seem like glass boxes.

Residents pass by and look through.

My dream is to have
transparent banks,

transparent stock markets,

so that politics, economy,
everything becomes transparent.

I think he's out, huh? Look.

Almost.

There he is.

- What's wrong tonight?
- He notices new presences.

With me, Sara.
he heard different voices.

- Give me him, I'm an expert.
- No, he's sleeping.

Sleeping?

- Give me him.
- Gently.

- Francesca?
- She's sleeping.

She's tired,
these vacation days are tough.

You were saying?
Transparent things?

It's nice, but do you think
it's possible?

Sure. Others do it - why can't we?

No, I mean do Italians...

like transparent things?

I think you're fooling yourself.

Crib time?

Now he's ready...

If we talk quietly
he won't sleep at all.

Babies like to fall asleep with noise.
Silence scares them.

He's out.

Don't kid yourself,
he'll be up in a half hour.

Beautiful. You're Daddy's joy.

You're so beautiful.

Bravo.
You still know how to handle kids.

- With women too?
- Sure.

Is there someone?

- Not someone steady.
- You've got lots of dolls?

Is this an interrogation?
Are you jealous?

I'm going to have to tell you
once and for all.

I married your sister because
I couldn't bear being away from you.

I'll tell you once and for all,

you've got all the characteristics
of a pure queer.

- And you don't?
- Naturally!

Who are you bonking,
you lurid debauchee?

You have a network of nurses,
anesthesiologists?

What do you care?

- Where do you see them?
- Outside.

- What does Sara say?
- She doesn't know.

In all this round and round,
you've never fallen for one...

I've fallen.

But after falling, I fall out,

and the end.

You didn't answer me before.

Why do you have escorts?

Did you talk to Francesca about it?

No, why?

Want some whiskey?

Well?

Seems I'm a target,
that's why they gave me escorts.

Why you?

Nowadays, not only judges,
politicians, and cops are targets.

The other day they shot
a university colleague of mine.

They say: "Strike one
to educate one hundred."

They want to reeducate us.

They only want to terrorize us.

And you get stuck with guards
that follow you to the bathroom?

- Are there other options?
- Ask for a transfer - abroad, for example.

The governor asked me
to go to New York.

Well?

Drink the whiskey.
Do you like the subtle peat flavor?

Why didn't you take the offer?

That would mean they won.

How'd you know you were a target?

Giulia met with Francesca
some time ago.

Giulia contacted her.

She said she wants to see Sara too.

December 31, 1983

- There's a spot.
- I'll let out Francesca then follow you.

We'll go park.

He's only been working for a week,
I can't remember his name.

Six months ago, in your club,
another guy was arrested,

with a bag of coke on him too.

He was a client,
he brought stuff from home.

As long as they wear a jacket,
I don't care.

No sloppy clients,
it makes the club look grimy.

He was already arrested
three times for dealing.

I didn't ask him for his record!

I respect my worker's dignity.

What do you have to say?

Azim Mohammad?

Nothing.

It's late now, I'd like to be home for dinner,
it's New Year's.

I couldn't care less!

Yes?

- There's someone here for you.
- Who?

A Mirella.

- Why did you say you were Nicola?
- Why did you come?

To talk and I want you to answer.

Why didn't you tell me
you're named Matteo?

How did you find out?

From the kid who checks IDs
at the bowling alley.

He says you're there a lot.

He also told me
you work for the police.

Investigating should be my job,

but everyone investigates me.

You, my sister...

Everyone wants to know my business.

- What do you want?
- Just to see you.

- We seemed to hit it off well.
- So?

So nothing.

- It's just that...
- What?

What?

- I'm busy.
- Why are you doing this?

I'm on duty. I haven't got time.

I don't understand
and that drives me nuts.

Why did you bullshit me
right from the start, even in Sicily?

What's your name, "Nicola?"
Why?

If you want, we can talk
but not here and not now.

Don't worry.

- I'll leave, I won't bother you.
- Good.

You like books because you can
close them whenever you want.

Life is different,
it's not you who decides.

You're wrong.

I've always decided.

Even to not see you anymore.

- It's not a choice.
- Good, you understand.

I'm a shit, I suck.

OK?

Will you leave now?

- I don't think you're like that.
- What the fuck do you want? Tell me.

- Nicola...
- Matteo! My name is Matteo!

Leave.

Ladies and gentlemen,
The Merchant in the Market!

Yes, great!

We're playing
The Merchant in the Market!

- Who'll be the merchant?
- You, someone who won't cheat.

- Who better than a judge?
- No, we need a man, the voice...

No, I don't meddle
with merchants, Carlo does!

Come on, Carlo!

Only because
I'm the most entertaining.

Reread it and sign if it's accurate.

Wait here, I'll call my colleague
to come get you.

Wait.

We're not done.

Sit down.

Sit!

How much will he give you for
your silence and two years in jail?

- Hey, what are you saying?
- Well? Tell me.

- That's a serious accusation.
- Shut up, shithead.

No, I want a lawyer!
You can't treat me this way.

Does he give you the stuff?
Right?

You're poor, where do you get money
for all that stuff?

He gave it to you?
Tell me! Right?

Right?!

What the fuck? I don't know you!

You'd better not fuck around with me.

You'd better not either.
Call my lawyer now.

You won't forget this night
so long as you live!

Lawyer my foot!

No way.

I'll raise hell...

I know a senator,
I'll have you transferred to Nuoro!

I don't care how many senators
you know, I'll bust your teeth!

Calm down!

Where do you get off!

What the fuck are you doing?
Get out!

I'm not getting into trouble
because of you!

Understand?

He's got nothing to do with it.

Place your bets, 500 lire...

Come on, it's almost midnight!

A substantial pack of cards...

for the modest sum of 1,500 lire.

- 1,600!
- 1,600 one says Dr...

2,000!

2,000, Adriana.

- 2,500.
- 2,500, young Sara.

2,800.

2,800 says Orlandino.
Who's giving you money? Me?

Mommy does.

With this wind and rain,
who's knocking on my brain?

Who could it be?

Happy New Year, Mom.

I knew you'd come.

Come in.

Merry Christmas!

Greetings!

Don't be mistaken,
we're not gambling.

Little sister!

- The other two?
- They're sleeping.

Take off your jacket.

- Sara!
- Hi.

- Hi. Remember me?
- You're the one who drove fast.

For the man who drove fast,
a small stake.

Give the man a small stake.
Give the man two cards.

I'm here with this
substantial pack of cards...

I saw a finger go up,
perhaps Orlandino said...

6,500!

- 6,500. Orlandino, please!
- 7,000.

Don't bet too high,
or Sara won't have money.

I'll finance Sara.
I can lend you one million.

No slipping money under the table.

- Did someone say financing?
- 10,000!

No, that's side trading!

- 8,300!
- Orlandino, please!

I heard a Scrooge McDuck-esque sum!

10,000 clears the table
of any doubts.

10,000 one. 10,000 two. 10,000 three!

It's... "the grape."

Who has "the grape"?

- Fast asleep.
- The others?

- Sleeping peacefully.
- Sara, want to go to bed too?

No, I'm big and I want to win.

Right.

We picked "the grape."

Like every Christmas,
we respect "the suckling."

That was the last.

I have to call work
to see if everything is OK.

Go in my room.

- How many left?
- Nine.

Nine cards. Attention, please.

It's an animal.

Carlo.

But it begins with the first syllable.

- Ca. Camel.
- No, it jumps.

Chameleon.

- Everything OK?
- Yes.

You still have my report cards
hanging up?

A, A, A, A...

- You were so good.
- I was so good.

- What'll I do with this?
- I'll put it in my nightstand.

No way! There are kids here...

I'll handle it.

I'll let you telephone.

Mom...

I'm not sure if I can stay
for the toast, the office...

Doesn't matter.
You gave me a huge gift by coming.

- Should I close it?
- Yes, thanks.

We've got an animal here.

I'm really sorry.

Adriana just got here,
but she has to give me "the zebra."

I'm not home,
but you can leave a message...

- I'm kind of hungry.
- Who'll you leave your cards to?

Don't go that way,
you'll wake the kids.

Now then...

We have an animal
that goes in water...

In lakes...

A swan.

- Hold tough, Sara.
- Eh, Sara. A swan. A swan.

Relax, you're holding out...

You're leaving?

- Yes, it's an emergency.
- Of course... Want some nougat candy?

- Go on.
- I said no.

- Say bye to Mom at least!
- No, I have to run.

It'll take a minute.

- Are you in Rome?
- Yes, for a few days.

- See you.
- Will you call me?

Promise?

- Yes.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

What?

...the winner is "the cat!"

- What do we say when you win?
- "Long live the market!"

Long live the market!
Long live the market, Sara!

I'm not home,
but you can leave a message...

Matteo!

Good evening,
Rome Police Headquarters, please.

Let's see
what's happening elsewhere...

We'll get ready to toast.

There are three pretty girls.

Are you ready with your glasses?

Here we go.

Happy New Year!

All the best!

Happy New Year, everyone.

Happy New Year.

All the best.

All the best!

This morning, in the chaos
of the ambulance, the police,

a lovely girl arrived,
with dark hair, and eyes...

- I don't remember her eyes.
- It doesn't matter.

I never saw girls here before,
he never brought any home.

I told him,

"A handsome boy like you
without a girlfriend?"

Continue, please.

This girl arrived
and asked for your brother.

As I was telling her what happened,

she didn't shout or cry,
she ran away.

- Maybe you know her.
- No.

So good,

so kind, so gentlemanly!

- Thank you.
- I'm sorry.

Listen,

You're going to think I'm crazy
but I have to tell you,

I don't think your brother jumped,
I think he was pushed...

That's nonsense!

- Take her downstairs please.
- Take the lady downstairs.

Will your brother come
to identify the body?

No. I'll go.

- Are you sure?
- I'll go.

- You stay with Mom.
- All right.

Please, stay with Mom.

Mom, it's time to go.

All these books...

Get some bags,

we'll take the books out of here.

We can't take them with us now.

Tomorrow.

I'll handle it.

Only a few.

Yes.

Mom!

Stop.

Stop...

I should've been
the one to understand,

but I didn't understand a thing.

Maybe that's not true,
maybe I understood, but...

Like with Giulia.

I could have stopped her.

In front of that same door.

He turned around, looked at me.

And I...

closed the door
and erased everything.

Now there's nothing left.

The stairs to his house,
sawdust on the ground, nothing,

books on the ground, the porter...

I should have stopped them.

I loved them both,

but I wasn't capable

of imprisoning them with this love.

It was my idea of freedom.

I thought everyone had a right
to live as they pleased.

But what freedom is death?

Did it happen?

Did it really happen?

I don't believe it.

I understand it happened

when I look at Mom.

Luckily, you're with her.

Not for long. I asked to be transferred
to Sicily. I leave in a month.

- Sicily?
- They need people.

No one wants to go.

I still have a postcard you sent me
from the North Cape in '66.

It was written in Norwegian.

The translation underneath said:

"Everything that exists
is beautiful."

With three exclamation points.

Do you still believe that?

I don't believe in
exclamation points anymore.

Listen, Giovanna.

Giulia's in Rome.
I'm meeting her tomorrow morning.

She wants to see Sara,
she's expecting Francesca to bring her.

- But I decided to go instead.
- I won't listen.

Then I'll repeat it.
Giulia wants to see Sara.

- Shut up!
- Not this time!

The appointment is at 10:00
at the Colosseum.

What do you expect me to do?

You think it's easy for me

to ask you to capture her
and slam her in a prison?

What should I do?

Wait for her to kill someone?

Or for her to get killed?

Dr. Carati? Excuse me.

Giorgia wants to talk to you.

Tell her I can't now.

Francesca?

Bring her here. I'll wait.

How do I tell her?

How do I?

Come on.

Be strong.

Giorgia, I have to tell you something...

bad

that happened.

I had Giulia locked up.

I thought that...

it was...

best, especially for her.

She had made that...

choice and I believe...

it's better this way.

There's another bad thing

I have to tell you.

Matteo...

Matteo...

Matteo.

"You force my thought to wander
on paths towards the eternal void.

"All the while,
these evil times fleet by,

"bearing away the horde
of cares consuming time and me.

"As I contemplate your peace,

"the soul of the warrior
roaring within me sleeps."

Should I comment on it?

Should I comment?

The sonnet "To the Evening"
is one of Foscolco's most inspired poems.

It contains the greatest
onomatopoetic verse in poetry:

"The soul of the warrior
roaring within me sleeps."

It's onomatopoetic because
it's full of "w" and "r" sounds:

"the soul," "warrior,"
"within me," "roaring".

It's as if we can hear
the poet's soul roaring.

Take your seat.

Go ahead.

Adriana.

How are they doing in French?

Well.

Thank you.

They informed your wife.

She's not my wife.
We're not married.

- She wants to stay in her cell.
- Tell her Sara's here.

And that I won't leave
until she comes out.

Fine.

Where's Sara?

Outside, with Giovanna.

I'll let her in now.

But first I want to talk to you.

I won't leave you alone,
you're in here, but I...

I can't hear you.

Remember when you were
pregnant with Sara? Our discussions.

We said, "Maybe it's a formality,
a piece of paper."

But I don't think it is.

Giulia...

I want to marry you.
I want you to be my wife.

Did you hear me?

I want to marry you.

Please!

I want you to marry me.
I'm asking for your hand.

Giulia.

Giulia, please!

Now you listen.

I don't want you or Sara
to come here again.

Don't write me.
Leave me alone.

- See Sara at least!
- I can't see her.

- Yes, you can!
- I don't want to!

She wants to see you! She can't
remember your face, she was 4 years old!

You will see her now!

Please, Giulia.

Please. Please.

- I can't do it.
- Yes, you can.

You can do it.

Come on.

In a few minutes, OK?

So she can't tell you've cried.

OK?

Sara.

Honey, look at me.

You're so big!

Honey, look at me.

Didn't you have blond hair?

It'll turn blond again.

Spoleto
Maximum Security Prison

Monfalco, you've got mail.

Spring 1992

Monfalco, you've got mail.

My love,

I'm sending you something
only you can read.

Signora!

Signora!

Return this to the sender.
I don't want it.

Sara!

Go, Sara!

See this?

I won it at a swim meet in 1964.

I give it to you,
so you'll have one at least.

Are you mocking me?
I wanted my own, I was supposed to win.

I always beat her in practice.

Eat.

I'm going to Milan tomorrow,
will you go to Alessia's?

- What for?
- A psychiatric evaluation.

A guy who attempted suicide in jail.

Who is he?

The manager of a public company.

The defense requested his release,
they say he's going crazy in there.

First they steal, then they cry.

What do you know?

He's fine where he is.
He should've thought of it before.

Why are you so severe?

I can't stand people who cause
problems then don't pay up.

Why aren't you asking
what I'm thinking?

Because I know.

I know when you're
thinking of your mom.

The others didn't have kids,
they could do what they wanted. Not her.

Your mom knows that,
she feels guilty for everything.

I should hope so.

- She didn't kill anyone.
- Because you stopped her in time.

She won't see me, she can't take it.

Fine, what do I care!

And you?

You write and she doesn't respond,
she won't even see you.

You upset me more than her!

- What should I do then?
- Find a new woman!

My friends adore you!
Don't you like Alessia?

- What are you talking about?
- You have gotten older, though.

You're getting a pot belly,
you should watch out.

Are you still in love with her?

I don't think so.

I think so.
I read your last letter...

- You shouldn't have...
- I didn't mean to, it was there!

I could tell you still think of her,
but I don't want you to.

If you don't mind,
I'll decide for myself, OK?

Fine, sorry.

So, was that a fight?

No.

You and I can't fight.

Why?

Because I love you too much.

You don't say that often.

I don't say lots of things.

Like what?

Like I've decided to move to Rome.

With Francesca and Carlo.
I want to go to restoration school.

Depends on if they agree.

They agree.

Ah.

Will you be upset if I leave?

Yes.

I knew it, but I'm going anyway.

Idiot.

Just tell me this.
You can't talk or won't talk?

The court asked my opinion
and your lawyer agreed.

Do you agree with this decision?

Just say yes or no.

You have a daughter.

So do I.

When you have kids,
the shame of jail is unbearable.

Yet they are stronger than us.

Kids are too full of life,
too full of people to love

to be disheartened
by what happens to their fathers.

Or mothers.

Are you here to declare I'm insane?

That would be convenient
for your lawyer.

My wife and daughter
don't know the truth.

And neither did I until yesterday.

You didn't know
you'd committed illegal acts?

You work in a hospital, right?

I'm sure there are companies
that pay you commission.

5, 10 percent, that's standard.

I can't believe
you've never noticed.

Or maybe it did occur to you,

but you turned your head the other way,
like millions of Italians.

One day, a judge arrives

and says these commissions
are called "kickbacks,"

and that under-the-table
political funding is illegal.

And that I'm a thief.

Great news!

A poor guy who robs an apple
isn't the only one in jail nowadays.

Now there's justice.

But they forgot how they
used to line up to give us money,

in exchange for all the favors
they asked of us.

Now they want to change the world.

Believe me,

nothing is happening,

it's all fake.

They only wanted idiots like me,
who got caught,

but the others keep stealing,
just like before.

That's Italy.

I didn't make it and neither did you.

It's the Italy our fathers created,
believe me.

No, not my father.

Believe me.

Your father was a good person,
of course.

You like being
a good person too, right?

- Do you have a catalog?
- Certainly.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Are the photos for sale?
- Most of them.

- Most of them?
- I mean...

For example,
the one from the poster isn't.

Ah.

Where was he?

What was he doing?

Did you ask?

No, the photographer wasn't there.

Here's the name, it's a woman.

Mirella Uta...

For her, maybe.

What?

The eyes.

Maybe they're for her.

I wonder who she is,

when she met Matteo,

what she knows about him.

What could she know?

She probably saw him on the street
and shot it.

No.

She spoke to him.

If you like it, you can have it.

Yes.

I want you to meet her.

Who?

Her, Mirella.

I want you to talk to her.

Why should I search for her?

Because I said so and you'll do it.

I don't do everything you ask me,
just what seems right.

Are you offended?

Do you do everything I ask you?

How long have I been asking you
to leave here?

How long have I been asking you
to go with Elda, Gina,

there's an apartment, a room for you.

- Do you listen to me?
- I'm fine here.

You think you're fine,
but you're not at all.

To find out, you have to leave
and see what's out there.

We've released them all,
and you're still here.

You're not nice,
like you were before.

You're not even good.

You were good, but not anymore.
You were nice, but not anymore.

Never mind fiscal protests,
people who don't pay taxes.

They overpaid taxes!

Excuse me,
the train station police post?

- Down to the right.
- Thank you.

Where were you going?

To see the lady who took the photo.

Why?

To talk to her.

I dealt with the police.

We can go now.
We can go, can't we?

But I won't bring you
back to the institute.

No, Nicola.

- I can't...
- Yes, you can!

No. No...

You can, you're already out.

You grabbed Marcellco's jacket,
now he's wondering: "Where's my jacket?"

You took the tram, all by yourself.

You're already out.

I won't take you back in.

That's the house.

- Are the others awake already?
- I think so.

Soon, a bus will come by
and take some of them to work.

Do you think I'll be fine?

You already are, don't you see?

Thanks then.

Don't thank me,

Matteo convinced you to leave.

It was a gift from him.

- Come visit often.
- Often?

Once in a while I'll come.

Come on, smile!

This is an important day.

Aren't you happy?

Go.

- Come with me?
- No.

Grab your bag, ring the bell,

and they'll open.

- You take this.
- No, I gave it to you.

The last page lists the photo titles.

Matteo's is number seven.

- Hi, Giampiero.
- Hi, Giorgia.

Se...

ven.

Matteo when he was Nicola

Is there any way of contacting her?

I see.

Thanks, goodbye.

I spoke to the agency,
but she doesn't live in Milan.

She left for Palermo,
to cover the massacre.

What?

Judge Falcone
has just been assassinated.

Palermo,
May 25, 1992

Judge!

Judge Carati, a statement, please!

- Where are you going?
- I must see Judge Carati.

- Not today.
- I'm her brother, Nicola Carati.

Can't you see what's happening?
Step back!

Here is Rosaria,
the widow of Vito Schifano.

She'd like

to speak also.

She nears Cardinal Pappalardo.

Silence!

In front of everyone, you must
say that the Lord will punish them.

And even if they're in here,
they will burn in hell.

- We hope they convert.
- You must say it!

You too, asked them to convert.

- Tell them to repent.
- You asked them to also.

- I haven't lost faith, Father.
- When they repent, they will be forgiven.

People outside realize
the coffins are coming out.

They are crowding each other,

to pay homage

to Giovanni Falcone,

Francesca Morvillo, Antonio Montinaro,
Vito Schifano, Rocco di Cillo.

"For me, life has the worth
of a jacket button," Giovanni Falcone said.

"I'm a true Sicilian."

Wait here, thanks.

I knew you were in Palermo,
but these are difficult days.

I caught a glimpse of you this morning.
but couldn't get near.

I'm tired.

We all are.

We don't know where to start from.

I'd like to stick my head
in the sand.

Not your style.

What are you doing here?

I have to meet a person.
Want to get dinner?

No, I can't even bring you home.

We have a half hour
and must stay here.

- How's Mom? Francesca?
- I haven't been to Rome lately.

- Sara?
- She's become beautiful.

She always was.

And you?

- And you?
- I'm the judge, I'll ask the questions.

Hello?

Thanks for calling.

Yes.

Fine, tomorrow.

Where?

Fine.

Goodbye.

It's not what you think.

We pledge to educate our children
to respect others.

We pledge to educate our children
to respect others.

- We pledge to the sense of duty.
- We pledge to the sense of duty.

- We pledge to the sense of justice.
- We pledge to the sense of justice.

We pledge to not follow
present-day immorality.

We pledge to not follow
present-day immorality.

We pledge to not say please
for what is rightfully ours.

We pledge to not say please
for what is rightfully ours.

We pledge to resist mafia pressure.

We pledge to resist mafia pressure.

We pledge to not forget
Giovanni Falcone.

We pledge to not forget
Giovanni Falcone.

We pledge to not forget
those who died fighting the mafia.

We pledge to not forget
those who died fighting the mafia.

We pledge to remember them
as our relatives, fallen for us.

We pledge to remember them
as our relatives, fallen for us.

We pledge to love each other
as brothers.

We pledge to love each other
as brothers.

We pledge to defend our love
with the force of example.

We pledge to defend our love
with the force of example.

Sorry for keeping you,
I have to develop them immediately.

Then we'll talk.

Aren't you getting bored?

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

I took that photo here.

Right in this spot.

It was different.

There were orange tablecloths.

Had you known him long?

Five minutes.

He told me his name was Nicola,

then in Rome, he...

I don't know why
he didn't tell me his real name.

I figured it out alone.

I found out the last day,

when...

I left the next morning,

I went back home.

I wanted to return to the island,

in peace and quiet.

So you saw him in Rome?

Yes.

Shortly before...

Sorry.

I can't.

Neither can I.

I still can't talk to anyone
about it.

I'm sorry.

I have to leave soon.

How can you live on an island
with your kind of job?

I don't work much.

Just enough, when necessary.

When there are important things,
like in these days.

Going back to Turin?

Yes, tonight.

- Going home to my daughter.
- You have a daughter?

Yes.

Her name's Sara, she's 18,

she'll start restoration school
next year.

She's big!

Yes.

Do you have kids?

Yes,

one.

He's seven and a half,
he'll be starting the third grade.

His name is Andrea,

and he's handsome like Matteo was.

- Good morning!
- Good morning.

- Can I help you?
- No thank you, signore.

- "Signore"?
- Nicola!

Mom, you look like an old lady!

I am an old lady!

- Why is it so dark?
- The light bothers me.

Seems like a catacomb,
it's a morgue!

I don't feel like opening
now that Giovanna's gone...

I'll do it.

Open, light!

Don't cause ruckus.

It's a lovely day!

- No, I beg you...
- What sunshine!

I have to tell you something,

a wonderful thing.

About Matteo.

One of those unpredictable things
he would do.

He met a woman in Palermo
and got involved with her.

- Involved?
- Yes, romantically.

She had a child,
he was born when Matteo was gone.

His name is Andrea, and I think he'd be
thrilled to meet his grandmother.

- A child?
- Yes, a child.

There's a train for Naples
in an hour,

then we'll take the ferry
and arrive in Sicily tomorrow.

Hold on.

What?

Want some water?

I...

can't.

- I'm not ready.
- What do you mean?

- How do you know it's true?
- It's true!

I saw him.

Why didn't she ever come by?

Why didn't she write?

Why do bad things seem natural,
but not good things?

Let's go.

Let's go, come on.

Let's go, Mom.

Do you know Sara wants to
move in with Carlo and Francesca?

- Yes, we talked about it.
- Oh really?

Everyone talked about it
and I'm the last to know!

- Were you upset?
- No, course not.

I understand her.

Sara needs to live
with a good mother like Francesca.

Thanks.

For what?

For never being jealous
of your siblings.

There was someone
I was jealous of.

- Who?
- Your students.

- You were jealous of them?
- Yes, of them.

You took them to museums,
you brought them home.

Seemed you loved them more than us.

I had to make up for their families,
their parents barely even spoke to them.

So you did.

I did.

But I should have spoken more
with you all.

Mama, it's fine.

Don't make that ugly face!

Don't be stupid.

How did you adjust to Rome?

I loved it right away.

- That decrepit, ruined feel...
- Putrescent, mephitic!

Those people who seemed
so cynical, rude,

but instead are full of irony.

- Know how I met Dad?
- No.

At the Campo de' Fiori market.

In those days,
he trafficked vegetables,

he brought them from Naples,
one of his usual schemes...

He was at an orange stand,
with a sign saying: "Spanish Oranges."

I asked:
"Are they really Spanish?"

He said:
"Can't you hear the castanets?"

- And what did you do?
- Nothing.

I bought the oranges
and I married him.

Andrea, they're here.

Hello.

And?

Hello, Grandma.

Hello.

- Hello, Uncle!
- Grandma said hello.

If you cry, I'll sock you.

I think they like each other.

Yes.

I wanted to say...

thank you.

- For what?
- For letting us come.

- It's only normal.
- You could've said no.

Oh please!

- Where do you go to school?
- There.

- Is middle school there too?
- No, on Lipari.

- Where's Lipari?
- There, it doesn't have a volcano.

- Are you afraid of volcanoes?
- No.

- What are you afraid of?
- Nothing!

Lucky you,
I'm afraid of tons of things.

- I was afraid to come here.
- Afraid of the water?

Yes.

- Because you can't swim?
- Maybe that's why.

It's easy, I'll teach you if you want.

"He spoke of the faith
which he had never abandoned,

"not even when he was on
the brink of desperation.

"Faith which derives from
the knowledge of men and things.

"He continued,
as if speaking to himself,

"about his immense courage
and his resourcefulness in all situations.

"It was all so clear..."

Keep reading!

"It was all so clear in his mind,

"His tone of voice never changed."

These are photos

of Matteo.

I can't look at them anymore.

I tried occasionally,

but my hands trembled.

You keep them.

One day Andrea may want to see
what his father was like

as a child.

Let's look at them together?

Bye.

Thanks for everything.

See you soon.

- Mom, let's go.
- Yes.

I'll miss your eyes so much.

If you cry, I'll sock you.

Don't get on my nerves,
I'll sock you!

Why don't you stay?

What?

There's plenty of room,
I'd love to have you.

- So would Andrea, right?
- Stay, Grandma!

Stay, you heard him.

I don't have my stuff...

You have plenty. Whatever you need,
Francesca will send you.

- Think so?
- Of course.

Can't you hear the castanets?

Can't you hear the castanets?

Yes, Mom, I'm covering everything.

What'll I do with all the hats?

I'll keep them.

No, I didn't pack
your flowered dress.

Hold on, because she wants...

Talk to her.

Hello, Grandma.

Fine.

I'm learning to speak Roman dialect!

How are you? Good.

Granny, do you really need
the flowered dress?

See, it's back in style...

It's very old-lady
when you wear it...

You're wicked!

But it makes you look older
than you are!

It does the opposite for me,
even Francesca said so! I'll put her on.

- Talk to her.
- It looks great on her!

Remember that photo
of you and Dad in Capri?

- All set?
- Yes.

Are you sure it looks good on me?

Perfect, it's beautiful.

It'd be better with high heels, right?

But I can't figure out
how to walk in them.

Let's hurry up
and go pick up the kids.

- Can I drive?
- I'd rather you didn't.

- Come on, just once!
- No, I don't want you to.

Thank you.

I like this place.

- It needs a lot of work.
- But it's nice.

They better treat you well,
I'll talk to the owner.

You talk to him.

How long does this break last?

Ma'am, slavery's been gone
since Lincoln's times!

Hear that?
They're just dying to work.

Less talk, more work.

Less talk, more work.

Got it?

You've taught him well,
haven't you, Ma'am?

Tuscany, Val d'Orcia

Spring 1995

A minute of silence
before this poetic sight.

What do you think? What's with the
long faces? It's the most beautiful place.

- The view is spectacular.
- At least that!

- Is this it?
- It's made of clay!

It's a wreck!

Guys, a bit of imagination
and fantasy...

Men of little faith and imagination,
come here.

Now then.
A few brilliant solutions.

Brilliant my foot,
have you seen these cracks?

- My hand fits in them!
- It has to be reinforced.

But it has structural cracks!

But I called you, "Micavi Construction"!
I want you, baby.

If you have to reinforce it all
on top of the clay...

Herring bone, red brick,
like Siena.

Like Siena!

- Always complaining!
- Why? You made the big bucks.

- You've become a boss, right?
- I have debts, not money!

Bosses always complain,
same old story.

Stop calling me boss.

Boss, the window placement is fine.

I'd use some
anodized aluminum windows...

- No aluminum! No!
- Don't say aluminum to him...

Kitchen, a world wonder.

Francesca wants a big one.

Look at that fireplace,
it's fantastic.

Here we can put a bathroom.

Here, the kids' room...

Make sure each room
has its own bathroom.

Here, another studio, or something.

Brainstorm a bit.

Here's the problem,
we've got tanks here,

and I don't know
if we should keep them.

- What do you think?
- That's no problem.

But we have to make
a loose stone foundation here...

Floors with original,
handmade terra cotta tiles.

Know how much they cost?

I said I want handmade,
original ones, got it?

Micavi,

here's the official question.

Micavi Construction,
are you up to it?

Look at that.

Do I feel up to it?

Depends.

If you ask me
with the proper respect,

maybe we can help you.

Bring the wood, I'm starving!

Hold on.

You're using a boss-like tone!

There's a guy
who's buzzing around Sara.

Francesca told me.

- Have you seen him?
- He comes over every day.

- Every day?
- Every...

He picks her up in the morning
for school, then he brings her home...

So he brings her home...

- Sure he brings her home.
- Good thing!

Is he a good guy, trustworthy?

Yes...

Like we were at his age.

Gee thanks, I feel much better now.

- He'll be a grandfather soon!
- Don't provoke me.

- Where will we put Grandpa?
- No provocations!

Come on, we're hungry.

- We have to make a fire.
- Carlo, get some newspaper.

- My newspapers?
- Grab one!

Hello.

Giulia, where are you?

She'll be back later,
she's at restoration school.

Hello?

- Can I leave it here a second?
- Just a second, though.

Thanks very much. Be right back.

- Want me to call her?
- No.

Why don't you come over?

No, I have to leave.

- Who is that?
- Mimmo, her boyfriend.

- I have to go.
- Wait.

- Don't tell Sara you saw me.
- Why?

- Please.
- I'll drive you.

Stay.

I'll drive you.

Stay here.

Don't block his actions,

or you'll make them seem senseless.

Maybe they have a sense for him.

I understand,
but it seems impossible.

Nothing is impossible.

I don't know what to do anymore.

You have to try
to understand that sense.

- Like deciphering hieroglyphics.
- We understood those eventually, right?

We'll have our regular meeting,

can you call the others?

Inside?

No, let's have it under that tree.

Dear kids,

let's see if you can guess
this animal.

My assistant Giacomo

will perform his mime act.

Go ahead.

Very peculiar.

This is a very difficult animal

and Giacomo is performing
with his great mime talent.

- Lizard!
- No, but close.

It's an animal that slithers.

- Snake!
- No.

- It's long...
- It slithers, it's not a serpent.

- Snail!
- It's not a snail.

It's not poisonous.

It's very "smooth."

- It's very smooth, so it's a...
- Grass snake.

Grass snake! Good!

Our Giacomo, after his success
in Monaco, Paris, London,

will perform his last mime act.

This is really tough.

- A hare!
- No.

- Want the mail in your office?
- No, I'll read it here. Thanks.

The mail's here...

Electric bill,

postcard from Giorgia,

then there's a letter...

It's a mistake,

the letter is for Dr. Nicola Carati.

- Who is he?
- It's you!

- Me?
- Yes.

Right, I always forget!

- Giacomo, you read it.
- Can't you read?

Now, he'll show you all
he can read too.

I'll open it.
It's a special kind of glue.

Done.

You read it.

Out loud.

Quiet, it's an important letter!

"Dear Nicola,

"I would have preferred...

"to not have written...

"this...

"letter.

"Your mother...

"has passed away.

"She didn't suffer.

"She slowly fell...

"into a deep sleep.

"I'm writing you...

"only now...

"because...

"she made me...

"promise...

"that when...

"it happened,

"I wouldn't...

"disturb...

"anyone.

"Kisses.

"See you soon.

"Mirella."

Good, Giacomo.

You read well.

Well done.

Is my father buried near the sea?

Not really.

You should bring him here,
near the sea.

That's true.

I'll bring him here, I promise.

What was he like?

Him?

Like Achilles, know who that is?

- Grandma told you, right?
- Yes.

He was brave and sad like him,

because he knew the gods
would take him back.

You know how gods are, right?

The best, the ones they love most,

first they send them to earth,
then they take them back.

But first they allow them to leave a mark,
so we can't forget them.

You are that mark.

When you were looking at the atlas before,
you reminded me of him.

A long time ago, we looked at it too

because we wanted to take a trip.

We were supposed to go
to a distant land

where there was nothing but the sea.

That place is the North Cape.

Where is it?

There.

Did you go?

I tried, but didn't get there,
I stopped short.

Your father wanted to go too,

but then he changed his mind.

The gods were calling him.

Yes, the gods were calling him.

- Why don't you stay?
- I have to leave tonight.

The kids have to get blood tests
tomorrow morning.

- I don't want to go, though.
- Then stay!

I'll take you to France, Greece,
or Africa, wherever you want.

Choose.

Do we have to wait three years
to meet again?

Certainly not.

I like seeing you and Andrea.

Spring 2000

Nice, isn't it?

Nice? It's sublime!

It's paradise,
we told him right away.

I said, "Make your house here."

- Remember he didn't want to?
- We had to insist!

Then we convinced him.

What an orchard!

- Is it new?
- Yes, there are palm trees too.

- In front?
- Yes, there. They're small, it's still early...

You got rich off
of this project, huh?

Off of a friend?

- You never get rich off of friends.
- In your heart, soul, and spirit...

In the spirit of giving
without receiving.

They're driving me nuts,
your sister's worse than he is.

Watch what you say about my sister!
You'll have a bad end.

She wants a darker roof tile
or it won't match...

- She has her reasons I'm sure.
- Precise reasons, but...

Your car is struggling.

It's getting old, like us.

Carlo!

- Francesca!
- Is no one here?

Note,

please note the craftsmanship.

An absolute treasure.

- The garden.
- My favorite spot.

Very Japanese...

Sara!

- Your daughters getting married?
- Yes.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

Did he come ask your permission?

He asked for the authorization,
with great respect.

- I granted it, because he's a good guy.
- Good.

I'd make him get a haircut.

You're right.

What space, what a treasure.

A fine job, a fine craftsman.

You're like Brunelleschi,
Leon Battista Alberti.

All this will be yours one day.

Thanks.

Let's go for a swim.

- A swim?
- Did you bring a bathing suit?

- Did you see my belly?
- Wear a one-piece.

I only have a thong...

I'm glad you came.

So are we.
This place is beautiful.

I wanted you to see it.

- Is everything OK?
- Yes, and you?

Fine...

Are you glad your daughter's
getting married?

Yes, very.

Are you happy?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Is everything OK?

Yes.

Good thing.

- I'll go chat with your son.
- I'll leave you alone together.

- See you later.
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

So?

- How's it going?
- Dunno.

Nice response, concise, succinct.

That beard?

- Are you growing it?
- What looks better?

Point is, if the girl you like
likes beards.

I don't know.

Just ask her.

What's she like?

Cute?

- Very.
- Have you told her?

- It's not easy.
- I know, but you have to do it.

First you tell her she's cute,
then say you're cute too.

- What are you saying?
- You're cute!

We have to figure out if you're cuter
with or without the beard.

Is she playful?

No.

- We'll go to plan B then.
- Do I jump her?

Could I ever say
a thing like that to my nephew?

What's her name?

- Ermione.
- Ermione?

- Jump on her.
- I can't.

I know!

- Let me go.
- I won't let go!

Here's the happy couple.

- What curls!
- Dad, leave him alone.

I won't touch him.

I need to talk to you.

Let's go.

Sara, my love,
I work in an archive in Florence.

The other day,
I found a photo from 1966.

I thought you'd like to see
how your dad and mom were.

You were born from the love
of two happy people,

the sad thing that happened, happened
after and was nothing to do with you.

I'm trying to start over,
far from everyone.

I know I'm a troublesome presence.

I try to not bother anyone.

It's from two days ago.

It's you and Mom, right?

Yes.

In Florence, in '66.

What should I do?

Depends on how strong you feel.

Are you happy?

Of course!

Well, then now is the time
to be generous.

Bye!

Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

IN THIS LIBRARY
AND ELSEWHERE IN FLORENCE

NUMEROUS ITALIAN
AND FOREIGN YOUNG PEOPLE

CAME TO HELP WITH THE MUD

FOLLOWING THE FLOOD OF
NOVEMBER 4, 1966

Mom?

Giulia!

Sara...

Mom.

Mom, do you have a bed?

I have mine, but it's small.

We'll squeeze in.

I'll stay over,
I don't feel like driving...

- Can you take our photo, please?
- Of course.

Heads together.

Good. Cheese!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Let's go look for something
for my new house.

Where should we go?

There are lots of things.

This could be a bread basket,
but it's dull.

These are decent as plates.

These as trivets...

Something more colorful,
more unusual?

What is it?

It's a frame for making hats.

- Can we take a look around?
- Go for it.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

This is the Maestro di Santo Spirito.

Two brothers painted it,
sons of Domenico del Mazziere,

Agnolo and Donnino.

But Donnino was more talented,
in my opinion.

I think he painted the child.

See how he is...

This is beautiful:

The Maestro della Conversazione
di Santo Spirito.

This is one of the best works
by Maso di Banco.

It's my favorite piece.

All these "Madonna's with Child"...

Why do you like them so much?

You're pregnant!

I haven't told anyone yet.

Is there anything I can do for you?

There is one thing.

- What?
- Play for me.

- Where, how?
- There's an organ.

I haven't played in ages, I can't.

Plus we need to ask the priest
for permission.

Never mind.

The one thing I ask of you,

and you won't do it because
you have to ask the priest permission?

You wanted to overturn the world
and now you have to ask permission?

OK, time for...

bed.

Last shot?

I'm in a coma.

I don't drink.

Help me, we need a crane.

Easy!

Slowly.

Watch out.

This way.

By the way,

you...

should understand
something a bit better.

- Should I say it?
- Say it.

I'll say it.

Stop seeing your brother Matteo
as an obstacle,

because if you both
keep thinking of him as such,

you'll end up hating him.

Are you drunk?

Yes. Good night.

By the way...

By the way.

So you're not coming
to the wedding?

No, I'll come to your new place
when the baby's born.

Promise?

Good.

You always wear them.

My sunglasses?

You're prettier without them.

- Bye.
- Bye, honey.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

Coffee?

Yes, thanks.

- Did you already have breakfast?
- Yes.

Milk?

Yes, thanks.

- You slept in your clothes?
- I didn't sleep at all.

- Are you worried about something?
- No.

Sara?

Not at all.

That time on the boat,
I wanted to kiss you.

Me too.

Norway

Spring 2003

Dear Uncle,

or maybe I should call you Dad...

Dear Nicola,
we finally got here.

I feel like I recognize the places
you told me about when I was a kid,

but maybe it's just suggestion.

It's great doing things
with the people you love,

even if Ermione
constantly changes plans.

Are all women like this?

Why not? Come here.
Where are you going? Come here!

Come on.

Come on.

I convinced her to take a mail plane
heading to the North Cape.

She's scared stiff,
but we'll save three days this way.

I watch the midnight sun
sink towards the horizon,

then it stops
and doesn't enter the sea.

I think of my father,
mother, and you,

how you've always said
that everything is beautiful.

I think you were right.

Everything is truly beautiful.

THE BEST OF YOUTH
THE END