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Hello?

Ah, this evening... I'd forgotten.

Hello? The usual people...

Piermaria isn't here... Are you coming?

I have to call Piermaria in Milan, he left for real.

Sure I told her, don't be a pain. Bye

Hi.

No, Piero, don't call him.

The porters are here with the boxes.

It's an invasion! Good morning.

Take it into the kitchen.

Hi... Renato!

Hi, Monica.

I'm going for a bath.

How did it go?

He went to the rector, the students had gone.

Hi Dublino. Hi Mariella.

- Only five liters of sangria? - I ordered 10.

- The stools are missing! - The square ones?

Huh... stools.

Hi... You didn't come today...

Hi.

- It's how my father described it. - And immortalized it in his book.

- Have you met Dyana Stein? - Her father.

OPEN LETTER TO AN EVENING NEWSPAPER

The subject of the film is a hypothesis

any reference to facts and people is coincidental.

"The Communists never said

that the revolution was merely a question of will,

a question of will is the transformation of a Party..."Antonio Gramsci 1921

Let's run through the compositions again.

Here.

Just run the tape back. Right, let's make it a game.

Nino's here!

Is that Piermaria?

Why so late? I only forgive you because you married that angel Lorenza.

Sorry everyone. Hi, Lorenza.

What a day! 60 angry professors and 1,000 hysterical students.

- Sheer chaos! - Because you haven't read this...

30 formulas and you know it all.

Above all you know about who wrote it, the squalor of pyschoanalytic therapy

the psycho-critical failure of half a man.

- You're a total idiot. - Calm down!

- It's over. - Not the evening!

The house is open to everyone, friends and enemies.

We'll stop playing games and apologize for our frivolity and psychopathology.

We'll stop the recording and, if you agree, we'll burn the tape too!

If anyone loves arguing it's you.

It's simply idiotic.

Leave the polemic over social games to the mirror moralists...

...or the radical-magazine people. - That was more serious stuff.

Vanni, it was just a joke.

If we keep joking like that we'll end up on the same level...

- It was an accident. - No!

Piero knows Freud well enough to know there are no accidental associations.

It's an accident we're all here, with or without Freud.

If you want the horror of black anarchist flags seen as Fascist emblems

just read "Rinascita".

- You find it so clear. - Yet still torment yourself.

Overwhelmed by doubt, destroyed by ideological drama

lacerated by inner dissent, to be or not to be, that is the question...

Is it more noble to earn millions managing a cement company

or throw bombs in Boston commons!?

Of course it's impossible to see clearly, thinking clouds the issue.

But in doubt, one always chooses the first solution, the easiest one.

- I'm not arguing at that level. - He entertains us and you...

Shut up, Renato, you're just spouting banalities.

Let's tell it straight, Vanni won't argue at this level.

You write a film on a level with nothing to argue about.

Sarchielli and Dublino are indisputable

because they chose metaphysical doubt with operative paralysis.

Which leaves Faggioni and a social game to argue about and judge.

Poor victim! Let it go or you'll have us all in tears.

Come, I'll show you the gorgeous clothes I got for 3,000 lira.

- Lorenza, coming? - No.

Piero, you're right, but there's a way in which you enjoy...

or rather... occupy, as they say now

the neutral oasis that starts with the Soviet sputnik and ends in...

the use of industrial design, Dosi

where your preformed cement structures have enjoyed great influence.

You're right, in fact we shouldn't impose things in moral terms.

But we have to be aware of a situation...

of shit.

Like you say, I can occupy this neutral oasis more than another.

Nino less so, others not all...

but those are quantitative differences.

The truth is we're all in the shit, the rest is irrelevent.

Vanni, it's the paper "Paese Sera" on the phone.

- What do they want? - The neutral oasis, no?

Getting criticized makes me need to pee.

- They're all members. - It's really weird.

Don't imagine that Communists don't take what money

they manage to get from the bosses and live like Saint Francis.

I'm well aware of the problems of Communists in capitalist society

but Piero says that architect owns factories, has workers...

It's different, right?

Architect Vanni Dosi got a gold medal in the Resistance

was a famous partisan leader.

He runs his factories with the workers and shares profits with them.

Lorenza...

I think he's right and it's his house.

Are you serious or joking?

Why are they all so critical, first Dublino, then Vanni, then Sarchielli!

Lorenza... you're young, it always ends like this.

I don't believe it! Get this guys.

"Paese Sera" wants our opinion on Vietnam.

We're outraged at the dirty guerrilla war lead by a Bolshevik minority.

We stand alongside the glorious American army

fighting for the noble aim of preserving liberty. Perfect, no?

- They might publish it... - With a critical comment by Berenice!

Next to ads for the new Russian-style Fiat 500!

In "Paese Sera"?

Fiat is Italy's most capitalist company, a class enemy...

You're a believer!

Did you hear that?

- What's your name? - Dyana.

The fact is that in our Party, the concept of class, classism...

You're wrong, that's not the point, classism was never abandoned.

Right, so you solve everything with: "That's not the point"

even our famous in-Party case of comrades De Marchi and Dublino

is an illustrious example.

How long have we been living on declarations by men of culture?

22 years... since 1947.

On the expulsion of the Communist Party from government, Carlo Levi declared...

- Remember? We went together. - Yes, to Palazzo Altieri.

Cut the flashbacks, we have to reply and shame them immediately.

They might not publish the statement, but we'll sure shake Taluzzi.

No, we'll send a mail-bomb, I bought it in London.

Why not save your hooliganism for your next novel?

No, Laura... I'm sorry.

Even knowing it won't be published, precisely because it never will be

our reply has to express exactly what we feel.

It must be serious and well argued...

and say sincerely what we believe... what's inside us.

We've made declarations for 21 years.

On the Communist Party expulsion from government

the attack on Togliatti, the Korean war

the Chinese revolution, Stalin's death, the Hungarian counter-revolution

the Cuban revolution, the war in the Congo, the uprising in Angola

the Indochinese repression...

Endless empty declarations.

"Aware of the huge historic importance of what is happening in the world

we ask your newspaper to support

not a campaign of declarations by men of culture

but an initiative for their active participation in the war

and the training of a group who declare nothing

but shoot, kill and die alongside the Vietnamese people.

Only in this way can a paper of the Left

help itself and men of culture rediscover the values

for which it and we exist."

It's a bit rhetorical

but given it won't be published, it'll do for Taluzzi.

Once again it's 5am.

- Bye. - Bye everyone.

- Bye everyone. - Bye.

- Bye. - Thanks for everything.

- Bye, guys. - Bye.

Bye Vanni, bye Mariella.

Ah, flowers... they're such an effort!

The courier's due tomorrow 8am.

- Is that in time for printing? - Yes, yes.

Remember Beverly's sculpture show opens Friday.

We have to go, Piermaria will be there too.

I have to find a way to meet him by chance.

Outside work.

Now for the calls wanting comment.

Graziella? Yes, thanks.

Piero? Sorry, were you asleep?

It's about that tele-recorder with the tape.

Where did you buy it? One moment, here's Karen.

She'd like a word.

Sterling called this morning.

- Did you say I'm not going to New York? - No.

Why aren't you? He's your patron, you have a show...

I don't know, I'm just not going.

I'd love to see you, but I don't know at what time...

We could go... Yes, ok.

No, he's in the bath, otherwise I wouldn't talk like this.

Holy shit!

I can't stand it, this house is a mess.

I pay 120,000 lira a month, plus bills and look at this mess!

The maid will do it, we pay her 60,000 lira a month for doing nothing.

Will you ever learn how to live?

What's wrong? What have I done?

Maybe you need to go and have that talk.

What talk? I don't talk because...

Poor girl. What a horrible husband.

Someone might actually believe you! You talk and how!

You talk like the whore you really are!

- At least I've got company. - Don't give me that, or else...

- Tell him I'll break the contract. - God, you behave as if...

he did wrong to publish your first book.

Your father did it for the same reason that I go to bed with you.

Ok, but are you coming today?

Hello? I wanted to leave a message for Franca and Giuliana

the two girls who sleep at your place.

The "white paper" meeting is at Class and Culture, not the Education faculty.

Hello engineer, Pancaldi here. An order has arrived from Tunisia.

The factory tells me we've only time for one more delivery.

We have to reply urgently, thanks.

- Nino, what's the alarm set for? - What?

Ah... for midday.

- Don't you have classes? - Yes, but the university's occupied.

Unless "Reform and Neoplatonism" isn't seen as a good counter-course.

Basically their position is somewhere between rigorism and mysticism.

- But if there are no classes... - Then we should sleep, sure.

- Monica, do you need the bathroom? - No, I'll call the rectory first.

- The students might change their mind. - Working after a night like that...

- I'm sorry for Piero. - You'll find they're always like that.

I can never close that window.

- How long have you been with Nino? - 5 years.

Monica, what exactly do the students want?

Incitement to this kind of struggle...

is where a "white paper" on police brutality is mistaken.

We can't appeal to the democratic conscience of civil society

while at heart we contribute to the radicalization of class conflict.

This is the speech I have to give Monday.

Democratic centralism...

Listen!

Listen Taluzzi... but let's also see it in other places.

At Fiat or Pirelli, for example, not as a letter to your paper.

I've got to go now.

As soon as I can.

No, it's not personal.

No... bye.

And that power fantasy?

- It's also business. - But I'm not in it for business.

I said "also" business, but it's strictly political.

The texts of the workers' assemblies in one volume

are truly explosive.

Hi, have you met Karen? Are you jealous?

You and I will never have a relationship like mine with my employer...

Europe's most illuminated and politicized publisher.

When the cops came those four wretches screamed even louder,

staining the courtyards and doors with blood.

Who knows how long they'll take to get cleaned.

Comrades from the fields and factories

take your sickles, carry your hammers

go out in the streets, and use them to fight

go out in the streets and bury the system.

You well-to-do people what peace are you seeking?

The peace to do whatever you choose.

But if that is the price, we want war

we want to see you dead and buried.

But if that is the price, we've already paid it.

No one in the world deserves exploitation.

If the wind once whistled, it now whistles harder

revolutionary ideas never die.

If some say they did, don't heed what they say

they only intend to betray.

If some say they did, spit in their face

they've thrown down the red flag in disgrace.

You well-to-do people...

Yaweh's words were addressed to Jonah:

Go to Ninevah and tell the people that such is their corruption...

- Then? - The boatman lowered his bible...

- The the boat, the sea... - Ok.

And Yaweh made a whale appear

a huge fish that swallowed Jonah

and Jonah remained in its belly...

- Then the boatman again interrupts. - Exactly.

- The whale vomits Jonah onto the beach. - Of the corrupt city to be destroyed.

Then the boatman incites the sailors to rebel.

What's the point in writing an allegorical novel today?

Jonah is the revolutionary with a mission to destroy society.

The whale is the Communist Party which traps him then throws him on the beach.

Yaweh... Well, yes, Yaweh.

What if they catch me? It's hiding a corpse...

How will they catch you?

Since the texts of the Fiat-workers' talks are ready...

we can put them in the magazine.

Sure, to stop our boss changing his mind as he usually does.

- Shall I run them with the new series? - Great!

Hi Dublino.

What an effort!

It's hard work studying how to plot against the boss

and trap him with no way out...

How I envy you!

With a quarter of your energy and my inconsistency, I could be...

An energetic inconsistent!

What compensation! I hold shares in the company.

But it's different this time.

- Are the stakes high? - It's decisive for the company.

Ok, we need a big find

and you think I'll work more if you pay me more?

There are lots of those transfers in sex...

- It's odd, but I love him more. - I understand.

- It seems paradoxical. - Is your first still with Piero?

Claudia?

- Thanks for thinking! - But the rector...

If we accept dialogue with the rector...

We'll deal with this guy after the assembly...

- We'll fix him... - The rector is a fascist.

At yesterday's assembly...

Is this struggle or agitation?

Struggle!

Then you need strategy and tactics.

These aren't Party headquarters!

I left them ages ago, and if I'm here now...

"We've made declarations for 21 years. The expulsion of the Communist Party..."

- How did he get that letter? - He's a proof reader at "Espresso".

"Stalins death, the Hungarian counter-revolution..."

Ok, as you wish.

Call it infantile, stupid, mistaken, whatever

but I'm not going in, I don't feel like it.

You told me they were going immediately...

- What bugs you about them? - Who, them? Nothing.

You're the one who bugs me.

I think I understand.

But it's different with us, what we've always said... is still valid.

The idiocy of living together conditioning our lives

and paying for happiness with a heap of irritations and idiocies...

They're outsiders, in trouble with the police, so I took them in...

- For one night. - Yes, then I let them stay.

I can't believe that you can't understand

with the intelligence of understandable sensations...

Know what it is?

At least I think so...

It's not that they don't bother you...

- Look, please... - You really enjoy them.

That's the point.

What's wrong with that, you'll say.

I can't explain.

It's something that puts you off balance, like the "Espresso" thing.

You wrote a letter to "Paese Sera" and "Espresso" published it.

It changes, it means something else.

What are you saying?

Your letter comes out in "Espresso" tomorrow

under the headline "Communist intellectuals"...

- This is serious, do the others know? - Sure, the phones went crazy!

Faggioni trying to block publication,

Romano hunting you desperately, Dublino seeking Surina

and the students knew before Dal Fabbro.

Lord knows what messages I've got.

He's asleep, I'll try.

Hi, kids... Are you sleep walking?

- We're Dracula's children. - Blood will flow!

Go ahead.

- Hi. - Luciano, you're in trouble.

Move the meeting to tomorrow morning before the papers come out.

- Are you crazy? - I'm not joking.

You said the American contract was crucial for the company.

Call them for 7am, before they read the papers.

We'll work all night, get designers, typists and calculators.

We need a proposal ready by dawn

to convince them to sign the contract immediately.

Get with it, the Bologna congress strategy wasn't unanimous.

It's the first time since the days of Bordigna.

Sure, at this point...

Less positive is the serious dispute some workers' groups have with us.

No denials, forget it.

A meeting's fine, but...

with all the comrades, understand?

- They're making one hell of a fuss. - Over that nonsense?

- It's great you heard them. - Listen... stop running.

- Why did they say those things? - Heckling is all they know.

- But your letter is serious. - Nothing's serious to them.

Tortoises?

Look, is a car like this serious?

- But it's yours... - Sure.

- You need it as a publisher... - No, I need it for me.

Isn't loving and collecting beautiful things serious?

This car has character, combining aggression with reserve.

I've got another they're restoring, the car costs nothing

it's the restoration that will cost a fortune.

Don't be scared, I still haven't gone totally crazy.

Do you think your silent polemic goes unnoticed?

Your protestant society is different, just look at New York.

- Did they give you a visa? - For a few days.

Weren't you on the cultural commission?

Yes... I was under Dal Fabbro's thumb.

We were all friends, kids, Vanni was already going places

he'd done an incredible film.

We were so different, we always believed everything.

You should have seen the dialectic energy I had at this morning's meeting.

When I was pitching to that American industrialist guy...

our blessed "Marxist analytical rigor" works wonderfully.

Listen...

God, my head!

Thanks...

Of course, their psychological analysis of the masses is pseudo-science...

What nonsense! Salon paradoxes.

Yes, I'm going... Excuse my barging in.

- Engineer, telephone. - Thanks. I'll be right back.

Hello, Dosi here. Hi, Massimo. What telegrams?

Really?

Lmagine that.

Yes, soon. Bye, Massimo.

"We enthusiastically adhere to the revolutionary action initiative.

Ready to form action committee." Signed: Biraglia, Laurenti, Rispoli.

God, even Biraglia!

Biraglia maybe just wants publicity, but the others...

Aweek ago who'd have predicted a row like this over that letter...

I'm thinking of poor Telli and his American soap contract...

It's business.

We need to find a way...

- of managing... - To mobilize the Party.

- I reckon it's possible. - No way, forget it.

- Or rather... - Even if the Party...

Wait, we need to convince our people to become the center...

of a broad public-opinion movement.

Only at that point will the Party mobilize.

I organized the perfect crime, the car in a suburban garage

and a note: "Laura, I need to be alone, I'm going south."

All to avoid being caught by those two!

I've come to you like a kid who stole the jam, while you...

You live in the clouds.

The campaign they want to do is a great launch for your new book.

Where's the risk? There's no way you'll really go.

- If Vanni and Massimo only knew! - What?

That their great ethical-political- revolutionary undertaking

is a free ride for the consumer goods we produce

for the glory of the system's managing class.

Are you sure they aren't perfectly aware of that?

We held a first meeting in the Culture House

and another at the Federation.

Exactly, the Federation.

- With Troisi, not Fassini. - Laura's right arm.

Laura De Marchi? We've got a meeting with her and Palermini tomorrow.

- Incredible! Palermini on the Left! - Let them finish.

Hush!

We agreed on a motion to support your initiative and tomorrow...

Sorry, I want it clear that our position is strictly political.

There's no chance the Vietnamese will accept it.

Obviously, that's not the point.

250 culture workers have agreed to approve a solidarity motion.

"We, the undersigned, following the position taken

by a group of qualified Rome comrades, declare...

I represent a group of culture workers, lots of us.

I've got a list of 1,423 names

collected at 17 meetings in Liguria and 6 in Piedmont.

I'll read them, or maybe it's better to read the text...

And Paris, London, Berlin?

Will you stop regional conferences with a bomb like that?

With 14,000 signatures from 14,000 provincial culture workers?

Think of Europe, we're still playing soft here...

I speak for a group of Dutch cultural workers here to demonstrate

their total active solidarity with your movement.

Their total active solidarity with your movement.

If I'm rediscovering my best side

this can only distance me from a girl like you, your father would understand.

This can only distance me from a girl like you, your father would understand.

You have no idea what this...

ridiculous action of ours means to me.

Know what saves you, Piero?

My contempt for you is so real that to hear you speak like this...

I'm now sure this business will never be anything serious.

Never, understand? Never!

As for your best side...

Where did you put the grapes?

Your buyer?

- Heh... - What's up?

Don't play the fool...

We've nothing to be ashamed of.

- No, it's that... - Cut it out, I'm not interested!

It's just my mood swings.

Look at her.

She's so beautiful... you can see her honesty in how she walks.

- Are you two doing better? - No, worse.

- Why? - Mood swings.

Mine, naturally.

Acommittee of Dutch writers?

Are we making fun of ourselves?

300 writers, 173 painters, 2-3,000 culture workers...

Do you realize who they are?

What national weight do those Dutch guys have?

- You weren't even there. - Right, you weren't.

Do you see the risk? The ridicule?

It's a small minority exhibitionist action

that discredits us, culture, intellectuals...

If we had a Sartre, a Picasso... it would change everything.

And the effect of the Party, which you believe has been forced to move.

The Party doesn't move unless a true shift of opinion is created.

If we can't find a way out now, we risk ending up pathetic.

- Want a Mercedes? - Thanks, I prefer mine.

- Massimo, sorry. - For what?

I don't know... Well, you know...

everything.

Cut it out!

What's up between you two?

I wish I knew! We've spent days and nights talking, clarifying...

It's impossible, believe me... clearly I was a fool.

I was a provincial playing the revolutionary artist fighting society.

If i hadn't met Vanni, I'd still be a jerk dressing shop-windows.

My boss says you need to know how to write what doesn't exist.

Why's he sending you to Stockholm? Nocera Umbra is still a problem.

I slept with Massimo.

When?

Last night, but why does that matter?

I don't know... it matters because.

These things just happen, if you seek reasons...

you find thousands, but none are the right one.

Lying is pointless, we already tell so many lies every day, every moment.

Right... What a great gift!

The positivist inheritance...

To seek reasons, responsibility...

What a bad joke!

Are you upset?

I was asking myself that.

I'm not sure.

It's just an impulse...

To be precise, an impulse to kill you.

Not only kill you...

I feel like strangling you, cutting you up,

into bits, stamping on the bits and burning them...

no, crushing them and...

stuffing them in holes in a wall...

pushing them right inside.

Listen, Mariella... tell me something.

How's Massimo in bed?

- Is the Jaguar ready? - In a few days.

We'll inaugurate it together, ok?

- Did you sleep with Karen? - No, despite your father's efforts...

He got the Americans to sign the contract, the morning "Espresso" came out.

- They say he was fabulous. - I don't like how he is.

He came here afterwards... why are you two always so pale?

Hamlet started it, then fashion...

- What did Telli say? - Dad? Nothing.

I think he wanted to say something, but I...

I can't stand him, really.

I keep trying, but it's like a block.

I don't really understand what's happening to me.

You've never spoken to each other, you get on better with his wife...

- Tell me something... - You mustn't feel guilty.

You've wanted to sleep with me since I was a girl, right?

I've asked myself that so often.

But I was sincere when I listened to you talk.

I was enchanted by your precocious, adult intelligence.

But I also longed to deflower you

or gaze at you and have you later, day after day, gently...

like the wolf in those odious folk tales.

Who knows why children's tales are always so atrocious, terroristic?

- When do you leave for Vietnam? - Leave? Who?

- Are you feeling ok? - What do you mean?

Claudia, do you really think the Vietnamese Party

after refusing Soviet and Chinese volunteers, will suddenly accept us?

They're just games, exercises, fake rehearsals for a non-existent war.

- But the other day... - Everything's changed.

No more interviews or delegations, nothing.

- Dal Fabbro convinced us... - But Dosi, Sarchielli, Laura...

- Weren't they all eager to go? - Yes...

But you know how intellectuals are, even potentially revolutionary ones?

The ones who live for class struggle?

- How? - Without class.

- Yes, fickle, false. - But you aren't fickle.

No, vile if anything... though you decide.

All Dal Fabbro had to say was "become pathetic"...

and we froze like soldiers in a Piero della Francesca painting.

By the way, my magazine special comes out tomorrow

a kind of tabloid dedicated to Vietnam and men of culture!

...and kicks.

After this...

I lost consciousness...

and was taken...

- This late? Isn't he old? - He's a special guy.

- Hi. - Hi.

I brought bread, here...

- It's still warm. - We were talking about you.

- I know what you were saying. - Cut it out, it's for the "white paper".

He's a comrade...

We have legal problems, so some of us are against the initiative.

- It seems you're judging me. - I'm not judging you.

Who then?

Wake up! I'm talking to you, wake up!

Not even a bomb... Wake up!

Look at him! Acorpse.

Come on, wake up.

What do you do at night? I'm going to get angry... Wake up!

- Look... - A letter of support from Sartre?

How did you know?

Yes, it's a letter from Sartre.

Do you realize the timing? The choice of the moment...

It includes an appeal from a group of big English names

addressed to American intellectuals.

Speechless, huh?

Sorry, but...

What are you doing?

He'll collapse!

Flat out...

Hello? Professor Dal Fabbro.

Hi, Grandi... Come in.

- Hi. - Cesare, how's things?

You're younger by the day...

She hasn't changed since we first met.

Hi, how's things? Hi Nino. Hi Dosi.

Hi.

So...

- Take a seat. - On your damn low couches...

So, comrades...

Do you have a light?

Lets start, I leave for Modena at 4.

Let's get to the point.

I'll skip the letter and the "Espresso" affair.

Let's discuss the growing support for this culture brigade.

We'll ignore why and if the Party might stay out of this affair...

In fact, Dosi, just let it be.

This is neither the time nor the place for a serious discussion

of the Party's cultural policy, which is an organic part of a political line

debated and verified internally.

This public-opinion campaign

has to give our Party its due role.

A role of support and presence in giving you access

to its media outlets to host your initiative.

Neutral support... Not absent, in other words.

I'll run a poll right away.

If you see it doesn't work, leave immediately.

I get it.

Yes, it depends on them.

No, I'll do more.

What does revolutionary faith have to do with going to Paris?

Why go if they're coming...

- You could talk to Sartre... - He intimidates me.

- Massimo says I have to go to Paris. - I have to see him this morning.

Hear that?

He'll see you immediately, but in his bed...

Right! I'll drop by for a moment.

Happy?

It's open.

- Hi. - I dreamed of you last night.

- I don't believe you. - True, I'm lying.

You look like a decadent Roman emperor photographed by "Vogue".

Not bad, Titina would like that.

She's so sweet...

Aclassic affectionate digression on the partner's official woman.

You mentioned Titina.

I'll kill you.

Well, I adore you... that's all.

Saverio might arrive, he phoned me from Belgrade.

Yes? How he worries me! Who cares about Saverio...

The Vietnamese delegation has a support base in Belgrade so Saverio...

- Heh, you're serious! - Sure, this time...

You'll start laughing! Go on, cut it out.

No way!

What made you like me?

Right...

- I just did. - You're heavy...

Hold still.

Thanks to that support base, Saverio

has Vietnamese contacts since his time in Belgrade as special envoy.

God, Massimo, what's got into you!

Who's laughing, you're the horny one.

Ok, but you too...

Listen a moment.

Suppose Saverio arrives... and he already has an accord with Hanoi.

For the culture brigade... Can I smoke?

- What kind of accord? - It's just a hypothesis.

But if there were a chance of negotiating with your brigade

how would the others react?

I'm not sure, I don't know.

Sorry, Massimo, if Saverio wants to see you...

- Do I tell just you two? - What does Dublino say?

I'd be crazy to talk with him, I'm talking to you

and I could have talked to Vanni if he weren't so argumentative with me.

Right...

However...

What can I say? It's an absurd hypothesis.

- Careful, it's very low. - Thanks.

How's things? Hi.

Hi, Titina.

Saverio...

Massimo!

Saverio has something important to say and you invite all these people?

- They came by themselves. - But you knew it!

He knew very well Saverio had something confidential to tell us.

Mariella, hi!

Saverio! Old friend!

- How can we talk in this chaos? - I didn't know, I'm sorry.

Saverio arrived out of the blue...

- Is that his woman? - Finnish? You're having me on.

She's Cuban of Turkish origin born in Finland but living in Belgrade.

Now, if you have something to tell them, tell us...

We can't keep living in a Barnum circus...

- Madamigella Valery! - That's me!

D'Alfredo, the father...

- We can take care of the outsiders. - Sure.

Piero!

- Finnish? - No, Cuban.

- Are you Cuban? - Yes.

Finnish, seriously.

What's that?

- The inside of a dome. - It's amazing.

And here?

- It's great. - It looks onto Via Garibaldi...

Hi Dublino, I read your novel... wonderful, really.

- How long have you had this? - Since he made money.

It cost two cents... maybe three.

Massimo, what's up? Are you ashamed to face our Saverio?

He was with the Ludovisi, everyone with "Trauma 45"

Teatro Italia, cold mornings, long reports, freezing showers...

The new-style Communist, well-dressed, properly spoken

a little sexist...

It's been 20 years and nothing's changed!

It's all different, as if Marx, instead of doing "Das Kapital"

had continued with question B...

Excellent, even in time-scale, I'm moved.

- Are you joking, professor? - Not at all.

I first wanted to emphasize the memory capacity

and secondly the clarity of synthesis.

- Hi, Goliarda. - See? Just mention Menghi and...

- How are you? - Fine... you too, it seems.

I'm worried about how you'll talk in all this confusion.

Nicole... come here.

- Women over here. - All of you! Let's go!

Surina, Dyana, Randy!

Everyone this way!

What's happening?

- No, women only. - No men.

- Except Alberto... - What's all this discrimination?

- Let's start... lay them out... - Lay them out?

- Well, they go... - I don't see why Alberto...

Laura told me this morning that Saverio wanted to see us alone.

Just for a moment, let's go over here.

Not me!

No, wait!

- There... - No!

Faggioni, you're done.

Great!

What happened?

We put you under one of us, yes, yes, Karen!

I've been asked to contact the Italian promoter group, that's you

and the Yugoslav Defence Ministry, which will give us four planes.

Departing from the policy maintained until now

the Vietnamese Party welcomes the request from European men of culture.

Once the decision is verified at the next Central Committee meeting

you will be responsible on an essentially personal level

with respect to the modality recommended by our Party

to not expose yourselves entirely.

The news and your departure will be officially announced

the day after the Vietnamese Central Committee meeting ends

in exactly 25 days.

- It feels good... - It took a lot of work!

- The steering is very precise. - It's got an Armstrong-type regulator.

Here we are.

Take the bags to the Stockholm flight, please.

- Goliarda... - Hi.

Sorry if I woke you... Hi.

- I'm so worried... - What time is it?

It's late! I should be up anyway.

- What happened? - Nothing...

- But after the talk with Saverio... - How did it go?

I'm a fool, I wasn't thinking.

Very emotional, inevitably, after more than six years...

It's incredible how he doesn't change.

But he did an amazing job.

- It seemed an absurd idea... - Yeah... you were saying?

The effect seemed to fall into a void.

- He wasn't there... - They all vanished.

They can't be found by phone...

Is their indifference normal after something so important?

The fact they can't be found shows they're not indifferent at all.

They're struck to their core, just as we hoped.

We just need to wake them up, but it's delicate.

It could become a pretext for a collective collapse.

We have to lead them back to what they said...

without them realizing it.

Wait... maybe...

Surina, are you sitting there?

Great, you bought a program.

Can I see it?

Then you'll realize...

The nice thing about these little theaters is there's always a crowd...

At last!

Free us from evil, we cry to the intellectual

everyone being scandalous with no one to scandalize.

But which one will free us from evil?

They're all so tied together they can't even free themselves.

First there's the one who realizes he's a failure.

Then the purist who stops abusing his intellect.

The purists have cut off your head

your hands, your legs and power.

Weren't you going to be an intellectual?

Now what will you do?

Don't forgive, don't justify.

Put the dead behind us.

Everything thrown into disorder

burned, broken, shattered and killed.

We won't turn back, we won't ask forgiveness.

Don't look for money to repay the things you had to steal.

When you choose to subvert you can't seek to please.

- Even if a poor man is exploited... - Cry my daughter.

This is all life.

For me...

The only thing to do, I separate, my things...

The father-master won't go away, even if we kill him.

We'll never be able to rest until we're able to kill

this horrible embryo inside us which, for fear of facing change

we protect, warm and help to breathe!

Invite Dosi and Dal Fabbro...

She sings, get it? It's very easy...

Are you crazy? Artists can also help you

to open your mind.

If we don't get back to basic ideas

we'll forget we're even Communists, let alone revolutionaries.

Did you call me over to hear this nonsense?

Hi... we were talking about Marini's new ballad, which really...

It says that even if you rebel against the matrix, the system

you carry indelible marks inside you, that make the rebellion useless.

You totally don't understand, she starts from that position

in order to show that once you begin to refuse

you have to go all the way, with no concessions or compromise.

Clear, right?

Perfectly! I've no idea what you're on about...

Then it says: "Don't forgive and don't justify.

Put the dead behind us." Seems clear to me...

Ok, she says, "put behind"...

but she's on a stage singing, not risking her life.

What do you risk? You and all of you...

As soon as Saverio spoke of a real risk

all your great revolutionary airs vanished.

For anyone working with American capital, the risk...

One moment, please.

Who decided what Saverio told us last night?

- You, perhaps? - Don't act so amazed!

Who organized us all to go to Marini's show

instead of a speed course in guerrilla sharp shooting at the theme park?

- It wasn't a society event. - What then? A political maneuver?

Good lord! The queen of industry has awoken!

- Graziella! - Sorry, Piero...

Don't insult industrialists in front of their servant Piero...

You enjoy their company too, Graziella...

- No... he always defends Piero. - And you attack him... how sweet!

You nauseate me.

Look who's talking of servants and masters!

We all know how madame talks...

"Darling, join us in the country, Piero has such an intellectual master...

How elegant you are..." And then to us:

"See her varicose veins? She got her period today, look how she walks.

They're rich, Why don't they wash?"

Nauseating... if you could see yourself, you would be too.

"Piero is upset because Piermaria is sad."

"I'm sad tonight, I need you, and your piss-pant dog..."

Stop it, Dublino!

Why let him insult her like that? It's unfair! Poor Graziella...

Listen you asshole American, I can do without your approval

I'm grown up and don't need any lessons in ethics and politics...

Stop! You're drunk.

- Come, Dyana... - Let go of me!

- Please. - Let go of me!

Graziella, I spoke for everyone, even Romani

who's scared and works with American capital.

Laura's kind to Surina because she publishes her husband's books...

Me too, and him, and the guy over there...

You're right Dyana, but hush now or there'll be a massacre.

Vanni, you're two-faced too...

- Just drop it. - And Dal Fabbro... obviously.

Don't bad-mouth absent friends.

What are you doing?

Why stop? I'm here waiting.

Now I'm here you can continue.

- You spoke of me being two-faced? - Of everyone's, don't be scared.

Go on, we're here to learn.

It's not worth it.

You should discuss your own affairs.

Apologies.

- So, can I know what happened? - No.

Until now I've only heard insults.

Nothing happened, we saw a show

we started discussing it...

Saverio called me from Belgrade.

He's re-met the contacts he told us about.

It seems even military resistance has been won over.

Sorry, Surina.

- It seems? - These things are delicate.

However, the Liberation Front, wants a limited, symoblic number...

And our skins?

Sorry, our skins... Are they symbolic too?

Sure, no worries, we'll just go to create a little stir.

You can do your film with Che Guevara and Telli can find an excellent market

for his American napalm soaps...

Listen... I'm going to fight... and to die, if necessary.

Is that clear?

You've had a revelation...

Lorenza! Do you get night-time revelations too?

- You're an idiot this evening. - Maybe.

- Who's that? - Some guy...

He followed me, didn't believe I was going to my husband.

I said I'd introduce him, and up he came.

Cute! Courageous too.

Come...

Enjoy this evening in which I've been... what did you say?

An idiot.

Want a drink? Titina, a Pernot.

See? That man there is her husband.

A pleasure... So, you like my wife?

Well no, I...

Don't be impolite, we're civil people...

Be more gallant.

- I saw her alone... - Where are you from?

- Padua. - Been in Rome long?

- No. - Let's get back to my wife.

Did my wife behave badly? You see, she's a former model...

We've only been married a year, her past...

- What have you got against models? - That they move and dress like you.

Isn't she scandalous? Be honest, look.

You can see her ass.

Come with me.

In other words... let's try to be concrete.

Until this point, Romani doesn't agree with Saverio's proposal.

I do, Loy does, Telli does...

- Sarchielli too, and you, Dublino? - No.

Dublino has a contract... a deal is a deal.

Sorry, Surina, you're wrong, it's exactly the opposite.

For everyone, even Romani.

With all the statements you've made in the papers, on foreign television

the commitments to the Party...

The Party won't worry in the least

if we find a way to pull out, as you well know.

It seems stupid to create problems over what's been said and done till now.

It doesn't matter if I was against this operation

but it'll never be a problem of formal coherence

if we take the wrong decision, we're not as trapped as we think.

How long have we been complaining that we're in the shit...

- Ten years. - What, sorry?

Or 15.

Or maybe it's 20 years you've complained of being in shit.

Didn't you ask how long it's been? Sorry, I'm totally drunk.

No, you're right!

Now we finally have a chance...

A chance for what? Have we all gone crazy?

Achance to throw away 20 years of work, effort, hunger!

We worked so hard to get positions of power, a humble home...

- A little above humble, I'd say. - Sorry, your's is fabulous, as are...

As are my recordings, my technological lunacies, etc.

Who knows where you put your money

but for sure you own a lot more than me.

Enough to be able to lend you some, when you come asking.

But the point is we've no reason in the world

to throw it all away.

Let's be clear, how did all this start?

By chance, by mistake.

With a paper that published a letter written to another paper

not for publication, at a boring evening like this one.

Let's not make fun of ourselves... we're all in the same boat.

Well done Sancho Pancha! Renato gets more like Sancho Pancha by the day.

- No, Leporello. - Perfect!

- I'm telling the truth. - No, you're talking nonsense.

Sancho Pancha talks nonsense that is also truth and vice versa.

Professor Dal Fabbro exalts the good sense of couldn't care less.

He's talking about Cervantes!

Well, whatever...

Reducing Sancho Pancha or Leporello to 'whateverism' is stupid and ignorant.

This is no time for joking, if Saverio has acted irresponsibly

it's equally irresponsible to take ad hoc polls of "pro and con".

Saverio's story will get out, or has already.

The Party will take a position... a negative one.

Only then will the problem become real for our consciences.

- Let's wait, it's a question of days. - And the press conference?

- What press conference? - You suggested it.

- It hasn't been called. - It has, I called it.

- Postpone it. - Sorry, impossible.

- Tomorrow at 10, here. - Here?

Sorry, I forgot to tell you.

3,720,000 lira, of which 1,720,000 is interest.

I don't want you to think Mr Romani lends money for free.

No, just the usual rumors.

However when the Vietnamese National Liberation Front

has nothing better to do than ask armed aid from European intellectuals

your questions will make sense and we'll be ready to move.

But so far the liberation army is doing fine on its own without us.

So why not talk about something concrete.

For example, the fact that someone here is tied to foreign capital.

What?

Denials like Dosi's were expected from the start.

Rumor has it that Vietnam is ready to accept

your participation in the war.

Rumors don't count, we won't reply to your provocative question.

Excuse me, please.

Anyone expecting tasty and interesting news is mistaken.

Today's press conference was merely to inform you

of the dimensions achieved by our campaign.

It couldn't have gone better, it's even sunny.

To think of all the work put in by comrade De Marchi, wife of Dublino

to organize a conference and inform journalists of Saverio's accords...

If I hadn't had the idea

of reminding Vanni of his responsibility to the Party...

This is what enrages you, the bad faith, the falsehood...

If only once you could understand.

It's not bad faith, it's just the opposite.

It proves we're all in the same condition

screwed and gratified by our contradictions

sleepily proud with our well-oiled conflicts.

And should the romantic self re-awake, the one of ideals, of rage

Dal Fabbro, or some other damn teacher, will turn up

and re-awake you to responsibility.

You've always attacked half of Italian culture for irrationalism and now...

Yes, but...

Irrationalism deserves attack

but so does the deathly and authoritarian use of reason.

Maybe it's not so. Dosi didn't profit from the conference...

For me he just put off taking a position.

He gave nothing away today, but when the Party says no...

Dosi doesn't worry me.

I'm scared by positions like Telli's...

the mystic, inspired, contagious ones... they're more dangerous.

He's a real mystery, I couldn't believe my ears.

If anyone has sold out to American capital, it's him!

Have we forgotten his debut film?

It made everyone uneasy.

It nailed the problems on their head.

Besides his talent for discovering people.

- You were no one then, remember? - Sure.

Someone who betrays his function as an intellecual as he has...

now comes out with prophetic, ascetic, definitive declarations.

- Without even accepting debate. - I saw him yesterday...

He said nothing, he was relaxed.

Don't worry about Telli, I know how to stop his nonsense.

It's for his own good anyway.

Piero too... I don't know if he was serious or joking last night.

Piero is never serious, I'll talk to him, he always listens to me.

Piero loves life too much to risk death.

And you love him too much to let him.

When he worked with me and we were together, I was jealous.

Hi.

How did it go?

Why did you take the jeep?

Don't worry, I'll pay you the rental with interest.

Maybe I was wrong, but you can't expect me to have

the un-biased mentality you have, I can't believe the maneuvers.

- Trusting each other... - I don't trust us.

After an official disavowal by the Party...

Sorry, I've got to go.

I've a meeting with Dal Fabbro... he asked me for a private talk.

- Cheers, tomorrow. - Bye.

- Bye, everyone. - Bye, enjoy!

See? We can't trust each other...

Right, I should have nailed them with the press this morning.

- Anything doing with Dublino? - No, no way.

One way might work... kill Surina.

Sorry...

He's got this way of saying things...

There's a formula, you and I need to write a communique.

Romani has authorized me to sign for him.

With Dublino we'll be four out of seven.

We'll call the agencies, and in an hour

every paper will have it.

Come on Nino, don't be absurd. What are you thinking?

This isn't just about our friends, but everyone

simple people who only know us for our names.

Collective psychosis, Piero.

American sociologists didn't just invent it.

If we don't withdraw immediately

it'll look like an act of submission to the Party.

I don't know... these days I don't like anything you say.

This attitude of yours escapes me.

Now you're scared of submitting to the Party...

Find a formula... you're siding with those who consider us

for what we are and are not... rather than what we could be.

If you're looking for their approval...

No, you miss the point, because they're starting...

from a non-scientific analysis,

therefore they believe in a pre-revolutionary situation.

Or do you too believe the revolution will happen tomorrow?

You're scared of being judged anyway...

either seeking approval, or exposing your worst side.

As for the revolution tomorrow, Nino... you know that's not the point.

Remember that Gramsci article? "Communists never said

the revolution was simply a question of will.

Aquestion of will is the transformation of the Party."

Regarding the Party...

Given that we're members of the Communist Party

or at least have never left it...

we should give a coherent signal.

Even if the roof falls on our heads, we're obliged to go

to the bitter end.

There are other arguments...

Going to fight in Vietnam is to flee from reality.

A key rule in any political-revolutionary work

is to always operate in your own socio-historic context.

If the Vietnamese staged a revolution in Italy

Brazilians in Ireland, Greeks in Indonesia, no revolution would succeed.

Do you want other arguments, or do you prefer examples?

All valid, convincing, real.

But all false...

because they see your departure for Vietnam as a real fact.

- What is it then? - An exercise.

A movement of spastic breathing

an artificial convulsion... mechanical...

macabre, maybe, but you've no choice, because you're in that mortal belly...

deep inside the whale.

Or have you forgotten Jonah?

No, Goliarda, but we keep coming back to that.

Since the Party has us in its belly and won't throw us out

what's the point in reacting?

The Party, the Party, the Party...

I'll write an essay as soon as I've done this damn library research.

On Party victimism.

- On the parable of Jonah? - No Dublino, you never understood...

that parable.

The whale that traps Jonah in its belly isn't the Party, it's history.

In there, trapped like Jonah, are the Western Communist parties.

History doesn't run in straight lines.

It stops, sometimes waits, that's the problem.

How to fill the waiting.

Careful... because that's the point.

Lf, when the time comes, on the beach of destruction before Ninevah

half a Jonah is spat out, numbed by immobility

worn down by parliament and by Surina

there'll be no historic checkmate or errant analysis, just betrayal.

Sure... of course the Party will support you.

I'm amazed that you're amazed.

At least something still amazes you.

As far as our mistakes are concerned, I stopped a while ago.

- When you stopped making them, maybe. - That is?

That is? What do you mean?

Maybe you've forgotten

the climate in the Cultural Commission with you and your sectarianism.

Your terrorist attacks against everyone, and all that.

Telli, who first you exalt, then condemn without appeal

the meetings to convince critics to destroy...

No, let Faggioni speak, he knows all about this stuff.

He spent two years with me... Without help

from Graziella's father he'd never be running that publishing house.

- Drop it, Dal Fabbro. - Drop it my ass!

While I was spitting blood to set real political directions...

To launch a triumphant university career...

Excuse me, no!

Piero got the publishing house, but the Italian Literature Chair

wasn't a waste of those years, and if we want to go deeper...

Enough! Enough! Are we joking?

Brandi hasn't come to wash our dirty laundry

but to discuss a shared line of action with the Party

on our trip to Vietnam and organization of the International Culture Brigade.

And while we're in the mood for precision, let's not forget

that the whole Party was mistaken, not just him.

Ok, Dosi, but I don't think Brandi has come to discuss anything.

He's just left us breathless saying the Party supports us.

- Sorry, Brandi. - No need to apologize.

Comrades, if you don't mind

it's time to stop making fun of ourselves.

Not only do the developments of your initiative go against Party lines

but against any formulation of the problem.

Sorry, Brandi, you can skip the explanations.

We all know the catechism, so we also know you're wrong.

Yes, exactly, you're wrong, methodically.

When many comrades like us throughout Europe

find themselves choosing an anomalous revolutionary action

this can only mean that something serious is lacking in the Party.

It has to be its responsibility.

- Remember what Lenin said... - On anarchists, ok.

In fact, the Party supports you.

Its decision was responsible.

It will support your action and the International Culture Brigade.

I've lost you, now the Party is making fun of us.

If it's only supporting us out of tactics, political realism

that's different, it changes everything!

The Party supports you because it's obliged to...

as you yourselves are obliged.

The rest is chit-chat, with those guys winning...

- Who? - The usual ones.

They spread through the Party to lure it ever more to the Left.

To "shift it", as they say.

Or should we pretend not to understand?

See you tomorrow for the meetings calendar. Bye.

You stay in bed on Sundays too.

Your husband was furious.

I can use your place too.

Why do you push me away, when I only touched it?

The communique and meetings calendar come out tomorrow.

Graziella, it's done, drop it...

They're going.

They've trapped themselves in the most stupid way possible.

The usual factionist accusation.

That too... nothing serious! Really? Lord no!

We're done, I think.

Shall I phone the others?

- No, directly. - Yes, it's better.

Did you see the chaos in Bologna?

- They nailed Ambrosino too. - He was already conditional...

Do you know Piero Faggioni? Mario, Enrico, Carlo.

Of course we know him, from photos.

- He's better in person. - Hi.

Sorry, may I?

- Thank you. - A pleasure.

- Can I ask you something, professor? - I'm not a professor.

If you're leaving can I ask you to leave us something dear

...but not in the sense of costly...

A revolutionary movement always needs funds...

Sure, in order to accelerate the coming of the revolution...

- Bye, Claudio. - Bye.

- Good luck... kill lots of Americans. - For sure.

- What, sorry? - Fuck off, bye.

- Claudia, where are you? - Have they gone?

Didn't you hear the door shut?

- What are you doing? - Stripping.

I thought we'd make love...

- How long have you known those kids? - Three weeks.

- Since the Physics Faculty occupation. - You didn't tell me.

Ok.

- You've joined the fight... - It's needed.

Sure.

It's important for your life.

I get it, sorry...

I'm talking like a cartoon character!

Sure... my famous irony.

Bye.

You've got all these magazines!

"Quaderni Piacentini"... Have you seen Giuliana?

- Forget it! - I only meant you're good.

Sure.

- God, these pills... - Who said they're magic?

A cretin, a real cretin, in fact, a total cretin.

- Know what I mean? - We got it, a cretin.

But relax, you're not well.

I decide.

Brandi? Dosi's still in bed, Nino hung up, I'll see Romani tomorrow.

Yes, sure, I lied.

What's worse is how I feel over this Vietnam thing...

Sorry... where does Vietnam come in?

Nothing, me and politics...

But we were talking about you.

You always told me it was the drama of your lives...

you could never do those things that...

I mean, actions similar to your ideas, remember?

The first night when I was doing publicity for Telli's agency and...

Please, darling, try to reason.

Besides the fact that I never said "the drama of our lives"

the dispute, the frustration... the absurdity, in a certain sense

for those of our generation

was to begin with the aim of changing the world

only to find ourselves sunk inside it.

But isn't that what Vietnam is all about?

Even you said you couldn't join out of Party loyalty...

That's not it. The Party gave way and got it wrong.

We've seen a lot of Party mistakes in 24 years.

As for me, I no longer have the energy, age or impulse

for getting involved... in revolutionary actions.

Especially that kind!

- What's funny? - Nothing...

I was thinking of something you said one morning.

What?

Yes, wait.

It was...

It's harder to accept you count...

and so have no more excuses for pulling back

than to declare the opposite.

To say: "I'm on. Deal me in"...

That time you weren't lying.

It's blackmail!

What does Vietnam have to do with, Karen, Claudia, Telli?

Enough!

You're going to Vietnam for those notary papers, isn't that what you want?

You want to know what I want!?

- What do you want? - No, what do you want?

For you to leave!

- No way! - I meant him!

- Hi. - Hi!

Out!

You repaid Telli for ten years

but now he's blackmailing you over this Vietnam thing!

I knew it... Ugly son of a bitch.

Aren't you ashamed of listening behind doors like an old servant.

Come.

Come and listen to this madame.

This madame whore, this filthy whore.

Go on, repeat what you did to Pietro... Go on!

Go on, do it.

Please, call Mr Dosi on the door phone.

- He went to the airport. - He's out.

- Good day. - Good day.

Look... this is crazy!

Crazy! Come and look.

What a mess, a pigsty!

It makes me...

You haven't thought how those two kids will be when you're gone.

It's easy to say "I'm off to Vietnam".

This is why Vietnam has less meaning to us

but for the same reasoning.

To cut our bridges, to end forever our complicity with a system

that wears down, digests and uses... people and ideas.

I just heard and called you.

Can't we make the departure... official.

Stop demolishing everything.

Drop it, Renato, who's being dramatic? Well, really...

We're now under the Party wing... at the highest level.

Yes, from Rome... thanks.

Hi, Piermaria, I did everything. Ribotti has accepted.

He came, saw everything, and will be in Milan tomorrow for the contract.

Us? The day after tomorrow.

Yes, Boh�me, Mimi's death...

What? No, no television, it'll be an almost clandestine departure.

When?

Is it irreparable? Boring, huh?

Yes, first Belgrade, and from there...

We need a gathering place, do you have the keys to Surina's villa?

Fantastic!

Ok, with this we've finished.

I only hope our much-criticized co-management of the company

can now be useful to you.

- Goodbye. - Bye, soon.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Your tea, engineer.

- Yes, I saw it all. - Even the avenue is well kept.

- Gino, I need a favor. - Tell me, Mr Dublino.

Take our cars to Rome, here are the keys, I'll get you our addresses.

Does that mean you'll be residing here?

No, we're waiting for a coach...

Poor guy, the butler's going crazy.

- What a story! - Right...

These sounds are moving... the silence...

- Hear that silence? - Sure.

The wind, the clean air, the renovating purity of nature.

- That doubt was all we needed. - I only meant the silence.

The countess hasn't visited.

The last time was with you in August.

Right... Surina is also a countess.

They always come, the count and countess as well...

With things these days...

Naturally they prefer to travel abroad

rather than come to the country, which might be better.

And they criticize the spread of culture in Italy!

- A butler who reads Checkov... - And makes it his own "J'accuse"!

Thanks.

- What about the plane? - It was refueling at dawn.

- What if at the last moment... - This air makes me hungry!

- Does the plane have permission? - Yes, relax.

These aren't official accords, just the usual Italian-style wink.

Don't make a fuss, and we'll let you rid yourselves of 35 undesirables.

- The perfection of the system. - We've got a Marcusian Dublino!

Explain why the Economic Right doesn't want us to go

and the government that represents it makes us go?

Without the dialectic that Marcuse forgot...

I just meant that there's only one enemy, the system.

- No. - Who, then?

The other one.

The one we always forget...

The one that grows inside us.

Conformity is a powerful enemy.

There, wait... That must be the car.

- Saverio?! - We've been an hour finding you.

Comrades, unfortunately there's unexpected news.

I'm very sorry.

The Vietnamese Central Committe has ruled negatively

on the International Culture Brigade.

I got this message last night.

There was a big argument, a three-day battle.

In the end it decided to maintain the old line.

To avoid all foreign participation.

Sorry Piero, I have to show it to the others.

I have to go back and block the groups in Pisa and Modena.

I came as soon as I could...

What can I say?

Sorry, how do I get to the highway? I get lost on these country roads...

Like this.

Turn right outside the gate, take the second left

after the beech wood, and you'll see the Aurelia road.

- I get it. - It's 7-800 meters, but very bumpy.

You saw that coming in. Don't go wrong at the fork.

You'll see a crumpled yellow sign.

Thanks.

- Shall I reload the cars? - Yes.

If you want more room, I can put the bags in storage.

- Yes, that would be better. - Right.

Egre, help me!

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