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LABYRINTHUS
(THE WAY OF NOT BEING)

And now I will tell you what are the ways that you can think of

and you listen to my words.

One way is that of being

and on the other hand it's not possible that it's not

and it is the way of persuasion that leads to the truth.

The other is the way of not being

and it must not be.

This is a path on which nothing can be learned

and in fact you can't know what is not

and it's not real.

It is not possible to express it,

nor to represent it in any form

and in any way that is usual for you.
(Parmenides, 5th century BC)

Yes, I'm about to leave.

Do you think you can get away with it?

I still don't know how much ...

I need to be alone.

You don't mind, do you?

I'll call you when I arrive.

Where are you, dad?

Dad, I don't want you to film other girls.

I don't want you to forget about me.

I can see you ...

I miss you very much.

I miss you too.

We were so happy ... The three of us ...

What I don't understand now is my mother.

Why?

Do you think she has another man?

I don't know.

Maybe he's had it for a while ...

I can't stand his behavior towards you.

But it's your mother.

What if he betrayed you before?

Aren't you curious to find out?

No ... I really don't think I am.

I'm too happy now that I can see you

and speak to you again.

But how is that happening?

I don't even know that ... But it happens.

How do you feel?

I think I'm dizzy, I feel confused.

I don't know ...

I mean: I feel dizzy when I'm next to you,

and a sense of emptiness.

But I'm afraid ...

About me?

I don't know… it's just fear and that's it.

Our lives have stopped.

Mother's one continues.

She is tough.

Every person has a secret…

And most of the time it is better if it stays that way.

Some secrets are too horrible.

I'd like to make Mom's lover die of fear!

You know, there is only one thing that is really scary.

Which one?

Of having to feel pain.

That's why I don't want to know anything
about your mother's possible affair.

After all, he has the right to live his life.

You have changed, dad. You weren't like that before.

You keep using that useless word ... "Before" ...

Reality is only a present, it is a now.

Already being able to see you again…
is an extraordinary and incredible thing.

It is a "now" in which I begin to believe.

And it seems to me that only that is left ...

The eternal "now" of the heart.

On the contrary,
it seems to me that I no longer have a heart.

It died out and dissolved.

Even mom doesn't have it anymore,

or maybe she never had it.

It's your mother, Elena. Is your mother.

Yeah… And a mother too can be a necessary evil.

Say what came to your mind.

That the problem is the daughter ...

In what sense?

But how, "in what sense"?

He sees it!

Can you see her, you say?

To the devil!

Explain now.

What do you mean in the end?

That the problem is the daughter ...

Her morbid attachment to her daughter.

He's always a father, isn't he?

Morbidity…

Is it really morbidity?

You're here ...

How are you?

What a question!

Yeah, sorry ...

You know ...

I miss you, Elena,

I can't take it anymore ...

I miss you, darling.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I no longer want to photograph models.

I know I'm serving a sentence, I feel this ...

But I don't know what my fault was

and I don't know what unfair action I have done in my life.

I don't know, Elena ...

I don't know ...

I don't know who I did this to bad to serve this sentence.

Who knows...

I lost you,

and I miss you very much too.

But I see you and I hear you.

Basically we are only in two different places, don't you think?

Sure, but it's hard.

We are made to die, aren't we?

Of all the things we are made for,

this is certainly the safest.

You are a photographer

who no longer wants to photograph.

So what?

Do you think you were born for that?

Do you really think so?

Taking pictures is what I've always done.

Of course, as I have always gone to school.

I took singing lessons,

I wrote poems.

But in the end,

I too am made for death,

neither more nor less than everyone else.

Don't say that.

It's not fair, and it hurts me to hear it.

It hurts me, honey.

I feel bad when I can't see you.

And I don't care about taking pictures now!

This is not true.

What do you say, sorry?

I said it's not true, and you know it.

I don't understand.

You want more.

What, more?

Dad, don't fool yourself!

Elena, I really don't follow you.

You have always wanted more.

But you had to adapt to mom.

And that wasn't enough for her.

But even she wasn't enough for you.

Neither of you was enough for the other.

So you started to betray each other.

What are you saying?

What I have seen, and what I see.

How can you say these things?

Elena, honey.

What have you seen and what do you see?

You know I've hit the mark, dad.

Don't try to contradict me.

I don't know, Elena.

You know that your mother has gone away with another man.

Another man?

Who?

What are you saying?

That she is not what she seems.

It's not like that, Elena.

Mom needs to be alone for a while.

That's all.

And I understand it.

Yes ... You understand.

But don't you see,

that's the problem.

I see you, and that's enough for me.

I don't know how it's possible but I see you.

Here's something I don't understand,

but I see it.

I think you're wrong, Elena.

About me you are wrong.

Maybe you're right.

See only what you want to see.

Yes, I think so.

You don't see Mama's lovers
because you don't want to see them.

But I see you.

See me.

We want to work with Marcello!

This is no longer possible.

Why?

But how "why"?

Come on, you know very well!

We don't know anything.

But how can you not understand?

We have been reset.

Shit!

You don't tell me anything.

But how dare you?

I decide who I do work!

Calm down, it’s not appropriate.

There’s no need that you rush here to me

and pretend to reverse the roles!

Francesca didn't mean that. And neither do I.

But you claim to work with Marcello!

How would you tell me to let you work with him,

because otherwise ...

Tell me: what would you do otherwise, eh?

Are you going to threaten me?

You're overreacting.

I don't think so, you know.

I only draw my own conclusions.

Oh, how many stories for a photo shoot!

You're wrong, Riccardo.

We respect you, despite everything.

Despite what?

Despite the fact that you prevent us from working with Marcello.

Oh, but this Marcello!

Here too you are wrong.

It is not I who prevent you from posing for him.

It is Marcello who no longer wants to know about you.

I got it?

Marcello is possessed of his daughter,

he misses her very much.

The reason is not that.

He's fine, there will also be a reason.

Take away that "there will be" and we'll get along.

There is a reason, it's true.

But we are asking you to help us.

We are no longer anything

if we can no longer pose for Marcello.

This is the fact.

You are right, Eva: it is a "fact".

Who knows, maybe it's true.

You are no longer anything.

And it's certainly not up to me to make you "something" again.

Well, you're dumping us too.

Cristina, I'm an agent.

I don't have a loading and unloading company.

And I'm not responsible for anyone's fate.

Much less of you!

What an asshole.

It's true.

What did you say, sorry?

So, we made another dead end.

It is Marcello who decides, not me.

If he wants other models,

I will find him other models.

And it ends here.

But we are linked to him, don't you understand?

Bound for what?

Unfortunately this is beyond my strength.

This is something I cannot and do not want to interfere with.

If between you there is…

...how to say…

...this kind of magnetism…

...well…

I can't help it.

Marcello's will is unsurpassed for me.

And will is everything,

believe me.

Closed the speech.

We don't know anything.

We don't know anything.

We don't know anything.

Are you still angry?

You are different from the others, Eva.

I am an actor,

this is my profession.

Being an "agent" is this.

I am pure action.

What do you mean?

Which I transmit.

Explain.

I send things beyond what they are,

or what they appear.

Are you referring to us?

I see you understand.

But we are not "things".

Don't be subtle.

Go past.

Do you have this power?

It was given to me.

I'd like to start with you.

We don't know anything.

Do you know that you are unique, Francesca?

Do you really think so?

Not just now.

I've always thought so.

But what does it mean for you to be "unique"?

Don't disguise yourself.

You are natural.

And you are real.

No, I'm not real.

You are wrong.

You're confirming it.

It is facts that can confirm something,

not words.

You're wrong.

Words form chains,

which we call "speeches''

and ultimately express concepts.

From concept to concept every truth is discovered.

I don't think so.

You have to experience things to say you can know them.

You can also call your grandmother's shawl "truth".

And isn't it true, perhaps?

Of course!

But it is because you see it and you can touch it.

Not because you imagine it.

Do you see that you are unique?

No girl has ever talked to me like that.

No, I'm not.

Maybe…

I pretend to be,

and it's different.

No, Francesca.

You're just unique!

I am experiencing your uniqueness.

Or my fiction!

One includes the other.

You know...

... I wish you were the first.

I wish ...

to start with you.

To do what?

I am pure action.

I send things beyond what they are, or what they appear.

And do you want to send me?

I hope so much!

But where?

Beyond what you are, or what you seem,

or what you think you are or appear.

I don't know.

You're a chrysalis, Francesca.

I can help you get out of the cocoon.

We don't know anything.

I have to move on to something else, Eva!

I need to change everything.

But all what?

My perspectives.

My work.

What about us?

Just removed?

There is no other way,Eva.

Unfortunately there is no other way.

You are like a burden on my conscience.

Leave me alone, please!

Tell the others too.

What it was was.

It's not that simple.

Do you think you were born for that?

There are a thousand photographers around.

"Around" there is no one else, you know.

There is only you left.

Oh, please!

For us it's just you, Marcello.

We want you and we won't let you be.

Do you think you were born for that?

Do you think Marcello wants to unload us?

What do you mean?

That he no longer wants us as his models.

Career end!

You're pathetic.

Can't you think of anything else?

Yes I think about it.

And what are you thinking about?

I think about the way he killed us.

Oh, again!

But it’s a thing then!

You don't feel it?

What should I "warn"?

We feel!

What he did to us.

We no longer pose for him.

Keep thinking about her daughter.

And you know?

I have a suspicion.

Of what?

May he see her again!

No, this is impossible.

It never happened to me.

Something that has never happened to you

is not impossible for everyone.

I would like to pose for him again.

I would like...

... him to call me again for a photo shoot.

But I would like to avenge myself.

It is not fair that it ended like this.

But in the end ...

I also seem to not be angry with him.

Despite what he did to us.

I don't have it with him either.

This place is desolate.

I do not like.

I want to go home.

I wonder why we always came here.

Now I can't explain it.

Is there someone waiting for you at home?

No, but I want to stay there for a while.

Well ... I can get you all the girls you need.

Do you miss your daughter?

A lot.

I used to go with her, here along the river ...

And now the river seems to be too long ...

I don't know where it ends.

It's crazy!

Are you an agent?

Yes, I still am.

We are not angry with you.

Leave me alone!

I'm just a photographer.

Capture our beauty, come on!

He can't.

He can only think of his daughter.

It is curious that you are an agent.

Why?

I don't see anything curious about it.

It's the job I've always done.

He's curious ... Really curious.

What does it mean?

Don't you think I'm up to it?

Don't I have the face of an agent?

He's curious ... Really curious.

Stop it, please!

Leave me alone!

We can't.

And why?

You are a photographer, and we are your models.

Get me the right girls.

I talked to Marcello.

I tried to convince him,

but I don't think I succeeded.

Has changed.

What is it you want, in short?

He wants his daughter back.

But this is impossible.

He will never get it back!

How much wisdom.

He told me that he is looking for perfection

and that he wants to move on to something else.

But he didn't tell me what.

He will no longer be our photographer,

and this ...

I cannot accept this!

If the problem is your daughter ...

I don't know, Aurora,

I don't know ...

But I think we have to do something.

You scare me.

You know you don't know.

It's extraordinary.

You should help us,

instead of pulling yourself aside!

Are you or are you not our agent?

Of course I am.

But if the photographer doesn't want you anymore.

Convince him!

He told me that we are like a burden on his conscience.

I think he feels guilty towards us.

Maybe he is sorry to treat us like that.

It should be you, Riccardo,

to convince him to let us pose for him again.

Why don't you get busy?

It's not what you think, Eva.

His guilt is not about that.

And what, then?

It's difficult to explain.

Are you also a psychologist now?

Just get busy!

Isn't it also in your best interest in the end?

You are my only interest.

Exactly!

Just a fuck!

You did not understand anything!

Each of us is unique to him.

Maybe the time has come to deal with the real problem,

if we want to get out of it.

“Come out of it”?

What problem?

Marcello's daughter.

Oh!

And how do you intend to deal with such a problem?

You don't care, Riccardo.

You stepped aside, right?

And another thing...

We are not for sale!

Aren't you home?

Where are you?

Ah...

What are you doing there?

How, distraction?

Look, I...

I'll be back in a few days.

Yes, I know it's been three days already.

If you need something ...

Okay.

I won't leave you!

I love you.

Yes ...

I'm still there.

Sorry.

No, don't worry.

There's nobody with me!

But how does it come to your mind?

But ...

it's something you ...

don't have to worry about.

He called me early in the morning.

I found it quite unusual,

Because it hadn't happened for years.

He said he had to see me.

That it was important and he couldn't postpone.

I had an appointment in the morning,

and I told him.

I had an appointment in the morning,

or towards evening.

But he insisted.

And he did it with an imploring tone.

I still remember his words:

"You are my brother,

you are the only person I can confide in.

Then I asked him:

"What have you done? "

"And he replied''

" I'll tell you, I'll tell you ... "

I understood that he was shocked.

I asked him if he had talked about it with Veronica

and he said no.

If I hadn't listened to him!

He came to get me and we left in his car,

he drove.

We went towards the mountain.

I asked him what had happened

and he was very vague.

He told me that he had photographed death,

and that it seemed to him the perfect image to take.

that in addition to death

there was nothing else to photograph.

That all possible ...

Realism ...

He said that ...

All possible realism ...

consisted in the end

in that single image.

The image of death.

As he spoke ...

I noticed that his state of tension was growing.

He was going too fast.

And I asked him to stop.

I told him he had to calm down,

that he should calmly explain to me

what had happened.

And he went faster

and stared at the road like an automaton.

He told me at a certain point that he was very calm,

and I ironized:

"You wouldn't say" ...

But I wasn't really in the mood for irony,

because I was beginning to be afraid.

I don't remember anything else, before the crash.

Do you know that I see him?

Do you see it?

And I speak to him.

Elena, are you kidding me?

No, uncle. He comes to me. When he wants.

Did this ever happen to you before?

What?

To see the dead.

No. But you don't seem so surprised ...

And he ... what does he tell you?

That he misses me.

Have you talked about it with your mother?

No. And I don't want to.

Why?

She's gone ... And maybe with another man.

What, gone away?

What are you saying?

He can't abandon you.

She told me she'll be back in a few days,

but I don't believe her anymore.

Since when have you been away?

Since Tuesday.

Since Tuesday?

Since Tuesday.

Almost a week ...

And you've been alone all these days?

Why didn't you call me, dear?

I was not alone.

Who was there with you? A boy?

No, there was dad.

My God!

Mother is a whore.

Don't say that!

She's your mother!

Dad says so too.

Veronica is not a bad person,

she will come back to you.

And I don't think she left with another man.

Elena...

You don't have to judge her so harshly.

You have no idea what he had to endure.

Your father ...

yeah, well ...

He was never a saint.

Maybe.

But I love him

and I'm happy when I see him and talk to him.

He will always be with me,

nothing and no one will take him away from me anymore,

now that he's dead.

He's not like my mother.

You see him and talk to him.

Don't you believe me, uncle?

I know I shouldn't ...

But I know I have to believe you.

Why?

Because ... you are like him.

In what sense, sorry?

That I'm not really ...

As you said before?

A “saint's shin”?

No,

that doesn't matter.

Then why?

Because ... Marcello also saw the dead.

When he was a child.

And he told me,

and I didn't believe him,

I teased him.

Then one night something happened that scared me very much,

and since then I believed him.

It's not easy, I understand.

No,

it's not.

We are skeptical,

Cartesian.

And this is good,

otherwise we would believe everything.

But he,

he saw them until he was a teenager,

then he didn't see them anymore.

The opposite happened to me.

But I only see him.

And it's good, believe me!

You know,

your father was so obsessed with that idea ...

What idea?

That ... of photographing death,

precisely for this reason.

Now I understand it.

What do you mean?

I shouldn't tell you these things.

I am no longer a child.

I know.

Then tell me what you mean!

This is my father!

I want to know everything about him!

What do I mean ...

That obsession he had

about death,

or rather.

The obsession with capturing the image of death.

Go on.

Well ...

I think it was due to the fact that he,

could no longer see the dead,

like when he was a child,

and he missed them,

or he lacked that experience.

So he poured it into his most immediate instinct.

What instinct?

Which one?.

But yours, Elena.

His instinct,

to capture images.

Which was like ...

How what?

Do you want to conclude, please?

It was like ... the instinct of a predator.

And a predator tastes its prey when it is dead.

This is why he was obsessed with the idea of photographing death,

and I think ...

Oh, my god!

This is crazy too!

''I believe''

that he died obsessed

with photographing death.

When the accident happened,

I got away with it,

he didn't.

And at the very moment of the crash

he was in the grip of this obsession.

He was so upset that obsession killed him.

And maybe ...

maybe ...

Maybe what?

You give me the chills.

Maybe,

that obsession took her back to where it is now.

Maybe that's the way it is for all of us.

Or maybe, your father and you

and I too,

we are of a particular species.

What do you mean?

I can't explain it, Elena,

I don't know how to explain it.

My brother was with me on the day of the accident.

Luckily he escaped.

I died in the crash of the car I was driving.

Then ...

this bush that never ends!

Do you know that I still see my daughter?

But go!

It seems to me at times that I am a little here and a little there.

Like one who keeps his foot in two shoes!

I miss Elena very much,

The desire to see her exasperates me.

And sometimes she is satisfied.

I don't know how it happens.

Doesn't it happen to her?

What?

To return to a living person.

It makes no difference to me.

What?

Life or death.

But they are, different.

So it seems ... So it seems.

You how did you die?

I can get you all the girls you want.

He didn't answer my question.

The answer to your question?

It's that I get you all the girls,

but I want something from you in return.

And I know I can expect it.

You know how…

Daddy misses you so much.

You have to leave her alone, you whores!

Did you hear me?

You have to leave it alone!

It's me, yes. My name is Ranieri.

To tell the truth ... I was about to leave.

She told me to come at this time.

We had an appointment.

An appointment?

Sure, don't you remember?

Here at three o'clock.

An appointment at three?

Of course, just at this time.

Here at three o'clock.

Of course, just at this time ... at three o'clock.

If so ... Excuse me.

Thank you.

Take a seat.

Permission.

Indeed, you asked me to come as soon as possible,

for an urgent matter.

Who are you?

My name is Ranieri.

I am a private investigator.

And what do you want from me?

We've already talked about it on the phone.

But aren't you feeling well?

Sit here, please.

Thank you.

Does she remain standing?

I prefer, yes.

So you are a private investigator.

Sure ... But he already knew this.

We already talked about it on the phone.

I investigate the disappearance of four girls in their twenties.
.

Four models who ...

Also posed for her husband.

I have never met my husband's models.

The families of two of them commissioned me.

Hurry up, please.

I have to look for my daughter!

Your daughter?

Yes ...

She disappeared.

Maybe I could ask her to find her.

Ah, that was his urgent problem.

I understand.

Are you… an expert on missing persons?

I wouldn't really say an "expert".

Actually, to tell the truth ...

I don't see how it can be.

But I'm flattered that you think so.

If you don't want to look for my daughter,

get to the point a little quickly!

Don't you see what state I am in?

Sure, well I'm sorry.

The fact is that ...

I think I understand

what happened to the four girls.

Hurry up!

Her husband killed

them and hid the corpses.

What?

But he is crazy!

My husband died in a car accident! But does she know?

Of course I know,

and I offer you my condolences.

But the girls disappeared

her husband had that accident.

Then he died, unfortunately.

And being dead, no one investigates him anymore.

That's the way it is,

it pains me to say it, but that's how it is.

So: I was commissioned to investigate,

by two families of the girls.

The end is the truth.

I understand,

but it doesn't concern me.

And now he can also take the trouble out.

Instead it concerns you, I'm sorry.

I didn't kill anyone!

Yes, but she ...

she inherited some property from her husband.

I did some research, you know.

A couple of houses, money,

securities ...

Your clients may have lost their daughters,

but I don't want to lose mine!

You have to compensate
the moral damages suffered by those families.

You and your daughter, to be precise.

you have to compensate them.

But you don't have proof that my husband killed them.

What do you want from us?

Go away!

investigate and find out the truth.

Investigate as well, if this is your nature.

And now go away

with all its banality!

Mine is not a trivial profession

and my clients have the right to demand justice.

What your customers want,

"Mr." Ranieri,

is only revenge.

and revenge is money!

Go ahead with your investigation,

but don't pretend to me
that you are only interested in the truth!

Doubt legitimizes me not to give you
anything that belongs to me!

Now go away,

Fool!

Look for your percentage of earnings elsewhere,

not in my house!

Where are you, papa?

Do you have trouble breathing?

The wife doesn't want to cooperate.

Yes.

I have to go ahead with my investigations.

O.k.

I'll do everything possible!

Rest assured.

Eventually the truth will come out, don't worry.

Ok, goodbye!

Come to the photo studio.

Who are you?

Daddy's girlfriends.

Mamy?

Do you miss your mom, puppy?

Yes, I'm at dad's office.

Sorry if I made you worry.

I didn't mean.

Ah, why don't you come and get me?

Yes, yes ... I'll wait for you.

OK Bye.

Come out, bitches!

Where out?

Why don't you sing us a song?

You are so good.

You are only an effect of my imagination.

Do you believe, little one?

Breathe slowly, otherwise you choke.

You are not real!

You are not here.

What do you say, let's call your papy?

You are not here.

You're not here.

Aren't we beautiful?

Papy doesn't want to photograph us anymore.

And we are so sad.

Maybe you can help us.

Get papy to photograph us, come on.

Go away!

Go back to your hell!

I am not afraid of you.

You can't do anything to me!

You are only imaginary!

Ambarabà, Cicì and Cocò, three owls on the trumò ...

What do you say, Elena, will owls make love?

Do you mind if we play flirtatious with dad?

We are not angry with you, you know?

Come out, come on.

What's wrong with a click of a flash?

Spiteful! Papy will scold you, you'll see!

Come on, come here and pose for me.

One last photo,

what is a last photo?

I'm not afraid of you, you know?

I see the dead,

I have the gift of dad.

How wonderful!

If you pose for me, I'll do you a nice service.

Become famous!

Isn't that what you want?

Why do you still want it, right?

Come on, come out that I'll take you back.

What harm can light do you?

You are so beautiful.

You are already light!

One click only, come on.

One click of light on your light,

with a fading effect.

Did you think you scared me?

What fools!

I see the dead,

I have the gift of dad.

You are not afraid of me.

I'm tired of looking for you, come on, come out.

Now it's just you, Francesca.

What will you do, all alone?

Come on, a click and go.

What's wrong?

Why are you crying now?

Scary to be alone, huh?

This is what you feel ...

Fear ...

You can't do anything to me, because you are dead.

If I were you I would come out,

there alone you will gradually consume yourself

and there will be nothing left of you.

Do you want to die a second time?

If the living and the dead could meet each other,

no one would believe in the existence of God anymore.

So, they are the only ones left?

Yes, the others are on their way.

For where?

Other worlds ... Other lives.

To tell the truth, I never understood it well.

I am forbidden to understand.

Hello, papy.

Come evening

souls encamped on the banks of the river '' Amelete ''.

Whose waters flow endlessly

and every soul was invited to drink it

little more than a sip;

some of them though,

they drank more.

As one drank,

in her it was completely erased

the memory of every past life.

Until sleep enveloped them all.

After midnight

a great roar exploded in the sky

and the shore was shaken

from a huge earthquake:

every soul then

was thrown into the void

to be born again,

and the sky seemed to fill with sudden flashes

that lasted only a few moments,

falling who knows where on the horizon,

in every possible direction.

I am the one who posed for this painting.