All language subtitles for Il Cuore Altrove

"Another reason to entrust
my only son to you

can be traced back to my youth.

I spent it doing military service in Bologna

and had my first experience with a woman there.

This is what my son is lacking

and he is perhaps too gifted with genius.

I hope that in this unfamiliar city

he will encounter
a goddess who will become

his faithful life long companion.

Affectionate regards, Cesare Balocchi,

tailor to his excellency, the Pope."

And he'll be sharing my room?

Welcome.

Our nice young professor has arrived.

Welcome.

This is your bed!

Dinner is at
8 o'clock sharp.

Not in pyjamas.

Domenico Riccio.

It's a pleasure. Nice to meet you.

Nello Balocchi, Roman.

-You're from Rome! -I'm from Naples!

-Naples!

-Professor of what subject?

-Latin and Greek.

-I'm a barber.

-That must take great skill.

No, it's a job like any other.

Father told me not to be too trusting.

He made inquiries.

-About what?

-He has lots friends .-Thanks to the Curia.

-Inquiries about what?

-About you.-Why about me?

My Uncle Renato went to
Prato to choose fabrics.

He spent 1 night there

sharing his room with a merchant.

When he left he was normal
but when he came back

he'd changed.

-How?

-He was an invert.

Homosexual?

-Impossible!

-Don't laugh.

It was a tragedy for our family.

Now they're afraid that
I could change too.

This is why my father made inquiries.

Everything's in order you're not an invert.

What are you doing?

Where can I hide this?

-What is it?

-Money.

Here's the professor.

He's very elegant.

-Introduce yourselves.

-Welcome to Bologna.

Tina, the soup.

-No, I don't drink.

-Try it.

We heard your father

dressed the Pope.

He dressed Pius X Benedetto XV and Pius XI.

It was difficult with Benedetto XV.

Because during the conclave

3 garments of different sizes are made up.

Benedetto XV was very thin

so father tightened the
garment with lots of pins.

Are you here to teach?

-Yes at the Galvani school.

-Where did you teach before?

-I gave private lessons.

-To beautiful girls, perhaps.

Just boys.

-The Galvani has mixed classes.

-I know.

-It's a blessing and a curse.

-Why a curse?

-I think that women...

-Yes?

One should get to know them

well before frequenting them.

But to know them well you
have to frequent them.

Please, I don't drink.

It was a stupid remark, excuse me.

-You must think I'm foolish.

-And the Roman women?

-Don't they intimidate you?

-It depends.

-On what?

-On how they look at you.

-How do they look at you?

-I don't know. They don't look at me.

Professor, don’t be so modest.

They're making fun of you.

My father says that at my age

he'd had many fiancées.

Excuse me. Miss?

It's a minuet by Mozart

in G major,

all the Fs are sharps.

-You can play too?

-A little. I'm a beginner.

As a child they'd throw me out of

choirs for singing too loudly.

Play something for us.

I'm out practice.

"Candida me capiet," capiet me flava puella."

-What does that mean?

-It's Ovid.

"A blonde girl with fair skin

will conquer me."

-A nice prospect.

-It was, once.

I don't believe it any more.

I've been fascinated by Ovid's

words since I was a boy.

As if they were part of me.

At the start of every school year

I'd copy them onto the
first page of my diary.

Nothing's happened. And you?

I was married in Buenos Aires.

Loredana Marengo.

Twenty-six

Beautiful. A real companion for life.

The type that makes you say:

"She's the one!"

-And?

-It was going well.

Heaven on Earth.

But all of a sudden,

without any warning,

my whole world caved in.

-You know why? -No.

-Ask me why.

-Why?

She found me in bed with her sister.

Dolores Marengo.

Twenty-one.

You had me worried.

I've got twenty stories like that!

My father's always been
unfaithful to my mother.

-She's let him.

-You're not like your father.

Can I consider you a friend?

Do you want to know a secret?

I had a twin brother.

He was like my father.

He was outgoing

and good at bookkeeping.

He should have taken over
the family business.

I was destined to study.

Then he died of diphtheria.

Now I've got to do everything

that he should've done.

Get married and produce an heir.

Know why I can't sleep?

I'm very frightened.

I know what's waiting for me tomorrow!

Attention!

Sit down.

This is your new teacher.

He comes from the cradle of

Cicero, Livy and Seneca.

You must please your families,

your King and country.

-What is it?

-The coat hook.

What's he saying?

Let's ask him to speak louder.

Ask him.

Excuse me, professor.

Can you speak a little louder?

We can't hear a thing.

Yes, excuse me.

You were right to tell me.

You've already found a defect.

I think I've lost my place.

Professor?

-You're not like the others.

-I warned you about that.

Yes, but in a nice way.

Thirty days after his death,

we ask the Lord to gather up

the soul of this beloved teacher.

He did much for both your

cultural and spiritual growth.

"Dear parents,

excellent news from Bologna.

My roommate is a cultured, refined

and likeable man.

He is also helpful and most generous..."

Don't overdo it, I understood

he's a good person.

You read it then.

I can't read, but I haven't

got your dirty habits.

Let him carry on, it was lovely.

When he talks about men, he has visions.

-Let him continue. -All right.

"Everyone is my friend here.

Even my pupils show their affection

with continuous applause.

-They have done since my first day."

-And the problem? -With women?

-Yes, that's why I sent him up north.

-Really?

-Nello should have been a priest.

It was his vocation.

And who would I leave the business too?

If poor Ubaldo was still alive

and God had taken Nello,

it would've been different.

They made a mistake up there.

Don't say that! It's a sin!

Go to confession.

-You blaspheme like that every day.

-It's the truth.

-It doesn't fit any more.

-On Sunday I was before the Pope.

I raised my arm and everything split!

It's not my fault.

In two months you've put on 5 kilos.

Stop eating with the nuns.

-lf you don't want to reply, I'll go.

-No, I've got to.

We enjoyed your letter.

We read it and your mother

and I are very pleased

to know that...

"Monsignor Grancini, Monsignor Stufara

and Cardinal Reggiani

have prayed that you will meet

the angel you're looking for.

-We'll visit you..."

-Jole wants to meet you.

-She can't wait.

-Who's Jole?

-She's my lover.

-She's fortunate.

-Her name's mythological.

-No?

Iole didn't want to give in

to Heracles' carnal desires,

-so she jumped off the city walls.

-Mine's different.

We skip the preliminaries and get

straight down to the physical stuff!

No one's understood that here.

It means we're equals.

We swap this powerful energy,

and then it's over.

The landlady doesn't want me

to bring her here.

-I can imagine.

-I bring her anyway.

-Twice a week.

-How do you manage it.

Sundays and Mondays she
goes to the cemetery.

-Write it down. -What?

Biraschi, the one who slept in here,

knew all about it and always helped me.

-Where's Biraschi now?

-No longer with us.

-Dead?

-He was a fantastic person.

He'd even wear a tie to go to the W.C.

-Today I did you a favour.

-Me?

-I told someone about you...

-Who?

You'll meet her tomorrow.

When I read as a child,

I needed to know more about

the author's life,

about his relationship with others.

Something that would bring it closer to me.

Understand?

-In Lucrezio's case, it was suicide.

-Professor!

-You want to commit suicide?

-No, absolutely not.

Don't hope for that!

Lucrezio's suicide may seem

unjustified.

He hanged himself after taking poison.

No one has revealed to us
the reasons for this.

Why that young Roman should die

without realising his own greatness...

ignorant of his place as one of

the most sensitive Latin poets.

-Perhaps...

-Perhaps?

-Perhaps he did it for love.

-Yes, perhaps.

It's a hypothesis.

We could read "De Rerum Natura"

to try and discover the reasons

for this terrible act.

We can investigate by analysing the verses.

How are you?

Come in, I was expecting you.

Sit down.

You'll see how nice she is.

Manicure!

Can I give this to you?

-Emanuela. Nice to meet you.

-Nello Balocchi. My pleasure.

-You bite your nails!

-I do it without realising.

-Perhaps I do it in my sleep.

-You've got nice hands.

-They're not that nice.

-You'll see.

I'll tidy them up and you'll see.

Look at your lifeline.

It goes on forever.

Put your other hand here.

I won't think badly of you.

And Nello's short for...?

Yes, for...

-It's short for what name?

-Lionello.

Nello suits you better.

-How does mine suit me?

-Very well.

It gives a different idea of me.

Like I was a mystery!

Yes, as if you were a mystery.

Everyone says I am,

but I'm just an ordinary girl.

I seem like a mystery, but I'm very ordinary.

If your hand slips grip tighter.

I won't get cross.

Let's start with the little finger.

Did you know it's the craftiest?

-Are you going on a date? -It seems like it.

-When? -For dinner.

-Where?

-"Il Brun". She chose it. -She said she always goes.

-"Il Brun"?

She's never been there! It's expensive!

A girl like that deserves it.

From next week, we might be

closed for a while.

-Had some bad luck?

-No, we're going up north.

News of the professor?

Read the telegram,

but slowly!

Don't swallow the words and

don't get over

-excited!

"Met Emanuela. Stop.

Pretty, sweet. Attracted. Stop.

Dinner tonight. Stop.

Perhaps your presence

is desirable

for official introduction. Stop.

Love, Nello. "

-What does” attracted" mean?

-She's got the hots for Nello!

He's my son, it had to happen

sooner or later!

Goodnight. See you tomorrow.

Go for it!

-Everyone's looking at us.

-They're for you.

-Thank you.

-I booked a table at "Il Brun".

The table you wanted.

Listen, I’ve been thinking.

I'm not sure I want to go to dinner.

If you've changed your mind,

it's not a problem.

It's not because of you,

I'm the crazy one.

When I saw you sitting

there yesterday,

you had a different effect on me.

I understand you very well.

If I were a girl, I'd feel the same.

-Come off it!

-It's not just a quip.

Even if I make them often,
especially when I'm sad.

Can I take these to my mother?

Yes. Give her my regards.

She died six years ago.

My condolences.

Thank you.

-Thank you for the company.

-bye.

Good morning.

She's nice, eh? My Jole.

Yes. Very nice.

Very, very nice.

You're making me blush.

He knows the history of names.

-He speaks Latin like a native.

-Well, not really.

Really?
I'd like to hear someone speak Latin

No one speaks it at the factory.

-Let her hear some.

-No.

"Quod una operatio animea
cum impedit aliam."

What was that?

A dirty joke?

It's Saint Thomas's theological summation.

"One intense effort of
the soul impedes another".

-Lovely!

-I'd better leave now.

Stay! Talk some more Latin!

Tell him to stay!

Tell us another one.

No, another time.

-And if I ask you?

-Well, I’ll mark the homework.

-Perhaps it's best if I leave.

-lf you want.

Go for a nice long walk!

Very, very long!

I'm a fool. I should have spoken

Latin to Emnanuela Or perhaps Greek.

Yes, I'll speak Greek to the next one.

Pindar or Archilocus? And if I try Aeschylus?

My fiancée’s very taken with you.

-Are you just being kind? -No, it's true.

I'm pleased. I like her very much too.

She asked a lot of questions about you.

She wanted to know where you come from,

what family. In a word, everything.

Questions about me?

Yes. I told her you're on your own

and looking for your soul mate.

She had an idea.

Tell me.

It'll seem a bit funny,

but it's a good idea.

-I'm curious.

-Jole's got a sister.

-Really?

-A little bit older than her.

-About fifteen years.

-A little bit.

-But she's much cleverer than Jole.

-Yes?

She's educated.

She knows every book by heart!

-All of them!

-Fantastic.

-She's called Miriam.

-A biblical name.

-She was Herod's sister.

-She's called Miriam

Has she been widowed long?

This is the best part!

She's never been married

or engaged!

She's never had a lover.

She's pure.

-Like the water in that glass.

-Beautiful, educated and pure!

Beautiful, educated, pure

and sightless!

-Sightless?

-She's blind.

But she's very sensitive!

She hears everything!

And don't even mention smells.

If God made the blind, it must

have been for a reason!

-Perhaps.

-What could it be?

-I don't know.

-No one knows.

My colleague married one.

They've got two children.

She's pregnant again!

They're a very close family!

-They're waiting to serve dinner.

-We're coming.

Meet her. It’ll do you good.

It'll be a Sunday that's

different from all the others.

-Welcome.

-Come in.

Come in and sit down.

Men on the right.

Here she is. That's her.

Here we are.

This Sunday is the feast of...

Of who, sister?

Of Saint Valerie.

Saint Valerie!

Let us welcome these friends

who will now introduce
themselves to our girls.

Music!

This is my sister.

Miriam, this is the professor from

Rome that I told you about.

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

You have your hands manicured

like women do?

See how sensitive she is?

Your hands are chubby!

-Don't say those words!

-lf she says certain sounds,

she springs a little leak!

But it's avoidable.

-It's a just little thing.

-Of course.

Why not dance?

-Are you sightless too?

-No, why?

You can't dance.

I know, I should take lessons.

You're a bit clumsy!

Excuse me.

-Not enjoying yourself?

-I am. Very much.

-You're not dancing?

-Is just that...

-The toilet? Down there.

-Thank you.

Who is it?

Candida me capiet capiet me flava puella...

-Sighted or sightless?

-Sighted.

-You're not from here.

-No, Rome.

-A soldier.

-No, I teach.

-What?

-Latin and Greek.

-At the Galvani?

-Yes.

-I went there. Class three A.

-I teach in section B.

-Is Gibertoni still the principal?

-I believe so.

-He was in love with me.

-Really?

I think he was married and had

two or three children.

He used to leave messages
in my homework.

-You were quoting Ovid.

-Yes.

One of his favourites.

Do you know Guido Beccalis?

-No. Does he teach there?

-No.

But he's well known in Bologna.

We should have married,

but one Sunday afternoon...

-Do you know what a tandem is?

-Of course.

My friend, Pierina, and I went for an outing.

We fell on the tramlines.

I fainted and stayed like that for a week.

I saw everything hazily.

I pretended to see Guido, but

I could only see a shadow.

Then I spent three weeks

in a Swiss clinic.

They told me that miracles do happen,

but I realised they were deceiving me.

I preferred to return to Bologna, to my home.

I've been shut up in this prison for a week,

learning the role of the blind girl.

But one day, I'll get out.

-Where to?

-I don't know.

-And Guido?

-He vanished. Like my sight.

I lost them both during one summer.

-You're very brave.

-Know what I miss?

I don't know.

If you can guess, you can kiss me!

Ever kissed a blind girl who's

name you don't know?

I don't remember.

My name's Angela.

You can only have the prize if you guess.

The thing I would most like to see is...

Come on, you’re almost there.

I'll have to kiss a Roman.

-Yourself?

-Very good. Well done!

I'd give anything to see myself again.

Like I used to do every
morning in the mirror.

-How come you know women so well?

-I don't know.

Don't you want the prize?

-No, it was too easy.

-No, it wasn't at all.

Now I have to pay up.

Where are you?

Well?

It's the first time I've betrayed Guido.

Me too.

-I've bewitched you forever!

-What do you mean?

Now you're mine forever,

wherever I go.

By night, by day, in lightning,

in fog

you'll respond to my call.

-Do I make you laugh.

-On the contrary.

-I once had this power.

-You still do.

It's kind of you to say so.

-You'll do everything I want?

-Yes, always.

What are you doing?

An experiment. Excuse me. Till tomorrow.

-I don't know if it's right.

-No one does.

We're talking about one of the

most mysterious Latin poets.

I found this.

"Tu mihi supremae

praescripta ad candida calcis."

It's the sixth book, right?

Translate.

Calliope, thou expert muse,

show me the path to the immaculate

goal of the final destination.

So?

The notes refer to” goal" as the

conclusion of the work.

I think that Lucrezio meant it

as the conclusion of his life.

He's announcing his suicide.

-What's your name?

-Dagnini.

Well done. It's one of the clues

we're looking for.

Anyone else?

-Me.

-Yes.

In the 4th book of "De Rerum Natura".

-Professor Balocchi?

-Yes.

My daughter Angela spoke to me about you.

To what must I attribute
your readiness to help?

Nothing.

She seemed to be interested

in pursuing some classical studies

that were interrupted.

Angela?

She was always so ignorant!

She never read. She could

only flirt with the professors.

I'm her father, I adore her.

-Her condition causes me great pain.

-She seemed eager to learn.

You have the face, the ways and the voice...

-of a good person.

-Thank you.

You're the opposite of the type she falls for.

Do you know why she's in there?

To learn to live with her disability.

Because the sisters

are teaching her to read, to write

and to move around.

To use cutlery, poor a drink,

get into the bathtub, cross a road.

She must be independent.

-Do you follow me? -Of course.

But after only a week there

she feels nostalgic for her studies.

Does that seem believable?

-I don't know.

-What you feel for my daughter...

-is just human sympathy?

-Yes, very much so.

-Nothing else?

-Are you joking?

Her specialty is making
men fall in love with her.

-so she can enjoy leaving them.

-You think I'll fall for it?

Yes, that's why I've warned you.

-As you wish.

-May I trust you.

Of course.

Forward.

Come over here. Forward.

The stick brushes against the

obstacles, but not like that!

-She was notified.

-Thank you.

I'm here.

-Me too.

-Your hand, please.

-I'm happy.

-Me too.

I thought we could do the
following, if you agree.

At four, there's a talk

on Guido Guinizelli and
the "Dolce Stil Nuovo".

-At six...

-Whose is this carriage?

-Sorry?

-You've not hired it.

So we can go anywhere we want?

If we wish, yes.

I say we pass by the

hunting club.

It's full of interesting people

people at this hour.

Then, who knows?

It must cost a fortune.

You're rich, right?

Rich?

No other professor at the Galvani

had their own carriage.

I like rich people.

-You think badly of me, right?

-No, why?

Well, how rich are you?

I don't know. It depends on my

father, my mother...

On Uncle Renato.

They drew up a bequest in my name,

but first they've all got to die.

-Not all on the same day.

-I'm sure!

It was a quip.

I make lots of them,

but if you don't like them,

I'll stop.

I think that's best.

-Welcome back, Miss Gardini.

-Thank you.

-Did someone recognise me?

-No.

-Are they looking at me?

-No.

-Is there somewhere to sit?

-Yes, here.

Maria Rosa, look. She's back.

Know who this is?

-Is it him?

-Take a good look.

Memorise it. It's important.

Are we here for him?

It's over between Guido and l,

don't you remember?

-I thought -I'd bewitched you.

-You have.

-So you'll help me?

-How?

By circulating.

He's always here at this hour.

Maybe he saw me and is keeping his distance.

Is everything in order? Hair? Make up?

-No, you're beautiful.

-Angela!

-Francesca!

-Where were you?

-In a clinic in Zurich.

-When did you get back?

Ten days ago.

-Couldn't you let us know?

-Problems with father.

-There's a new development.

-What?

I'll go.

-Yes, of course.

-Who's he?

No one. Tell me.

It's Guido. At the moment...

-Excuse me. -Don't mention it.

-He's not here.

-I know, thanks.

-How much is it?

-There's no hurry.

Where is it?

He's marrying that whore, Doris!

-My worst enemy!

-I'm sorry.

-You don't know her reputation!

-I can imagine!

Doris is a biblical name.

She was Herod's wife.

She's been to bed with half of Bologna

and they're marrying in church!

It's the Gardini girl.

So, it's true that she's back!

Who's he?

She'll have found him in Switzerland.

Can you see him? Isn't he here either?

No, I don't think so.

-It's not possible.

-Is that Edgardo?

Yes, miss!

-How thrilling!

-I knew you'd come back!

Edgardo and his wife
worked for my grandmother.

Gina has made the brule you're so fond of.

As if she knew!

-Do you like brule? -I don't drink wine.

-It's good. It’s made with vodka.

From 1 908,the Czar's favourite year.

-For two? -No, for me...

Did you know he's getting married?

-Yes.

-And you know who to?

-Is he here?

-He was here last night.

With her?

Doctor!

Where did I put it?

-What?

-The money!

In the jug.

Miriam's very upset.

She was just getting fond of you

and you abandoned her.

-She wants to see you again.

-It's not possible.

-Met someone else?

-No. Yes...perhaps.

If she's not blind, there’s no harm done.

Why?

If Miriam finds out you left her

for another blind girl...how will she feel?

-I don't know.

Good evening, Miss Gardini.

Welcome back.

Giuliano, show them to a good table.

This way please.

Look who's here.

-Is he here?

-I don't think so.

He'll come sooner or later.

Angela! It's me, Maria!

-Hello. How are you?

-Very well, thank you.

Angela, you've come back!

-Yes.

-You could have let me know.

-I didn't think you'd care.

-Why?

-I didn't receive an invitation.

-To what?

Your wedding.

-No, Doris hasn't decided...

-Have you met my fiancée?

-No.

-He's from Rome. Professor Otello.

No, Nello. Nello Balocchi.

-Guido Beccalis. -Nice to meet you.

-I'll go back to my table.

Kiss Doris for me. Tell her

I'm happy for her.

-You couldn't
have chosen better.

-I'll tell her.

-You're always the most beautiful.

-Leave me alone.

Why did you introduce me as your fiancée?

I didn't mean to hurt you, sorry.

You didn't hurt me.

-Will you forgive me?

-Of course.

Would you squeeze my hand
as hard as you can?

-Why?

-Would you do it?

Harder. Harder, please.

-Have you a handkerchief? -Yes. Here.

Are you feeling better?

Yes, I think so.

-Let's continue the game.

-What game?

-Find Enzo, the headwaiter.

-Enzo?

Tell him that Miss Gardini would

like that thing.

-What thing?

-That thing. He knows.

-Are you still here?

-I'm going.

-To Enzo, the headwaiter.

-Well done.

-But you mustn't cry any more.

-All right.

-Enzo, the headwaiter?

-At the dessert table.

-Excuse me.

-Yes?

Miss Gardini would like that thing.

My compliments! I'll see to it.

-Thank you.

-Thank you, sir.

-Well?

-It's done.

You're about to have an
extraordinary adventure.

Tomorrow, all Bologna
will be talking about you.

-That thing.

-Thank you. Please stay.

-A handsome tip. -Of course.

Understand?

There's a staircase at the end of the room.

-Yes, so?

-When Guido's watching, we'll go.

-Where? -Upstairs.

-Everyone will see us! -Let's hope so.

Is he looking?

Come on.

-Has he seen us? -Yes.

Will you do me another favour?

-The last one, I promise. -What?

Near the door there's a 'phone?

Order two bottles of champagne.

When they arrive, turn off the light.

Open the door bare-chested.

We'll leave them in no doubt.

All this for a man you don't

care about any more.

It's the last favour, I swear.

All right.

This is room 114.

Two bottles of champagne, please.

-The bed's here, right? -Yes.

How do you know?

Hotel beds are more exciting, right?

Lie down here.

Come on. We're not doing anything wrong.

-You know, I’m getting fonder.

-Of who?

Of you.

Something makes you more

and more attractive.

Come closer.

Tomorrow you can say we
were in bed together.

-I like you very much.

-Tell me something intimate.

This morning...

-No, it's stupid. -No, tell me.

This morning I tried to walk in the dark.

I tried to do everything with my eyes closed.

-Why?-To understand you better.

-How was it? -It didn't seem so awful.

-Would you like to be like me?

-Perhaps, yes.

-So you'd prefer not to see me.

-No, not that. Never.

I hadn't thought of that.

But I like the fact that you don't see me.

-Now it's your turn. -Those in my situation...

sometimes have the need

to be taken out of themselves.

And to feel they're in the
hands of someone stronger.

Do you know what I mean?

Like a storm that carries you

to an unknown destination,

making you lose your anguish

and sense of reality.

You've not had many
sentimental experiences.

No, not many.

But at least one important one?

A manicure in Bologna last week.

It's just that...

The champagne. Quickly, undress.

Switch out the light.

I can understand the motive for this farce.

You're the laughing stock of half of Bologna.

Come on. We're leaving.

Let me go!

-Good-bye, professor.

-Let me go!

-Who is it? -Your champagne, sir.

Champagne to celebrate.

If you need me, tomorrow I'm free.

What's up?

Sorry if I woke you.

I'm sorry, but the story of the

blind girl has a follow up.

-Go on...

-Her father found us in a hotel room.

He said it's caused a scandal

and she's ruined because

all of Bologna knows.

-And? -Nothing.

I'm in love with her,

and I can't do without her.

Even if Angela talks
about someone else,

she's left me a ray of hope.

Her father's very strict
and he threatened me.

-It's a sob story! -What?

They want to trap you so
you'll really marry her

-How can you be so sure?

-Who'd marry a girl like her?

Be realistic. Where will they find

another fool like you?

But you introduced me to a

blind girl who spits!

Don't swing your behind like that

when you're on your bicycle.

-You want the dead to know too?

-I'm here to do you a favour.

What would that be?

-It's from Nello. -"Met Angela. Stop.

Very beautiful. Stop.

Very special. Stop.

Spent all savings. Stop.

Send more money. Stop.

Love, Nello."

-How much did we give him?-A fortune.

-What does "very special" mean?

-That she's spent all his money.

-Stand. -Sit down.

-Checcacci. -Present.

Professor Osti tested you twice

on your Latin.

-Isn't that so? -Yes.

Here I see an "unprepared" and a 4.

But three days ago, Prof. Balocchi

actually gave you an 8!

-8! -Yes, I believe so.

-What book are you studying?

-The second.

Read and translate.

"Suave mari magno turban-"
"tibus aequora ventis..."

But this isn't Aeneid or Virgil!

No, it's Lucrezio."De Rerum Natura".

A suicidal maniac with venereal

disease!

Read Lattanzio and you'll see

why it's not our programme.

Professor,is there a reason

for your insubordination?

I always loved Lucrezio,

I thought the students would too.

-I didn't think I'd displease you.

-Please go.

I'll tell you something that will please you.

I know a girl who studied here.

She said you left love letters

in her homework.

Perhaps you remember her?

Angela Gardini.

-Long hair... -Her?

-How do you know her?
-There's a strong bond.

-With her? -At least on my part.

Well then, you don't know her

or what she's capable of!

Get away from her!

-May I help you?

-I'd like to see Miss Gardini.

-It's not possible. -Why?

Ask her father.

He's in the office downstairs.

-I mustn't let anyone in. -I'm her friend.

It's not possible. I’m sorry.

Please.

What's the problem?

Your daughter.

You dare to come here after

what happened?

Because of that, Angela won't be

invited anywhere!

You caused a disaster.

I'm hopelessly in love with your daughter.

No one in literature has

described similar feelings.

It's a serious case.

-How old are you? -35.

-Last birthday.-It's not a serious case.

You're too immature for your age.

I'm immature.

You think you're immaturity

will make my daughter happy?

I want to marry her.

-But she still loves that idiot!

-Tastes change, don’t they?

Not Angela's.

Every season she renew her whole wardrobe.

Summer in Rimini, winter in the alps.

Can you give her all that

on your teachers wages?

The next patient.

I'm saying this for your own good,

keep looking around.

Perhaps you'll find the right girl for you.

A simpler girl.

-I sincerely hope so. -I don't think one exists.

Good-bye.

Votes for women means
politics in the bedroom!

It's better suited to another activity!

It they'd allowed it, what’d

be left for us?

Death in war. But these women

don't lay claim to that.

-What do you think, professor?

-Of what?

-Votes for women? -I don't know.

I wouldn't tell you anyway.

-Anything wrong? -Yes, lots of things.

And to top it all there's the

negation of music and pitch!

Good morning, professor.

My idea of studying Lucrezio

was not appreciated.

I wasn't appreciated either.

Lucrezio and I have been rejected.

Scrap everything.

The notes, theories and translations.

We've got to start again.

Take the first canto of Aeneid.

-How that's possible? -It's possible. Go on.

Let's read.

"Arma virumque cano,

Troiae qui primus ab oris

Italiam fato profogus Laviniaque

venit litora

multum ille et terris iactatus."

He's asleep!

Professor.

Excuse me. A letter for you.

Excuse me. This letter has flustered me.

I can't continue the lesson.

I must absent myself for personal reasons.

-Are you coming back? -It depends.

Definitely to say goodbye.

See you soon.

Please.

That gentleman's here, miss.

Already? Incredible.

Let him in.

Come in.

-You came immediately.
-Yes, as soon as I could.

-May I go?

-Yes, Maria. Regards to the children.

All right. If you need anything,

call down to Taddeo.

Thanks. Have a nice trip.

Father wants me to go to

my mother's in Milan.

It's my final night here,

I wanted to tell you.

After what I made you do,
you asked to marry me!

Not everyone would have
done such a lovely thing!

-I didn't do anything. -You did a lot.

I did it because I like you.

I'd do it every day.

-Even twice a day.-Thank you.

I know you still love him.

Perhaps you always will.

Perhaps he'll come looking
for you one day.

Probably you'll have an affair.

It'll be a lovely day for you.

But I'd still like to marry you.

With those predictions, marrying me

will only increase your suffering!

-I have no alternative. -Why?

The place where I don't love you

doesn't exist.

And if it did, I wouldn't go.

I like it like this.

Being in love with you
is the only thing that has

made me feel alive.

The only thing. If you want it or not.

Is it dark outside?

Yes, it's almost evening.

Can you turn off the lamp? It's on, right?

Can you turn it off?

-Can you see me? -More or less.

-Now we're equals. -Yes, almost.

Would you like to sleep with me?

-Me?
-Yes, tonight.

-And your father? -He's in Florence.

-The lady who answered the door?

-At her family's.

I'm alone till tomorrow.

I don't expect other girls

have asked you like this.

You pity me, don't you?

It's to say good-bye before I vanish.

Will you help me undress

or do you want to leave?

I'll help you willingly.

It's difficult to undo the hooks.

The habits of the Urseline
order have these.

A different make, but similar.

-You're trembling. -A bit.

-It can't be your first time!

-I think it is.

-I'm happy. -What for?

That it's your first time.

It'll be a bit like that for me too.

-Aren't you undressing? -Yes.

It's freezing.

Hurry, I’m cold here on my own.

-May I? -Of course.

-It's lovely, isn't it. -Yes.

Come on, warm me up.

My feet are freezing.

Can I put them on your stomach?

Of course.

They're just cold feet on your cold stomach!

I know.

-So stop trembling. -Yes.

Calm down.

Don't be afraid.

Can you control yourself?

You've got to be sensible.

Keep your wits about you.

-What's 1 3 plus 9? -40.

No, it's not 40.

Do you want to have good
memories of tonight?

-The two of us, alone? -Yes.

Well, you mustn't be in too

much of a rush

and you must do what I say.

-What you tell me.

-Don't take the initiative.

-I won't take the initiative.

-Good.

We have the whole night ahead of us.

It has to happen calmly. Something will tell us

when the right moment arrives.

Do you want to talk for a bit?

Tell what you've wanted but never had.

It's difficult.

Try, go on.

All right.

A true friend.

A real fiancée.

A life belt that never deflates.

It was a quip.

I'm pleased you liked that one.

Now you've got a girl all to yourself.

Do you want me more than

the friend or the life belt?

Much more.

Do you know what I'd like?

To see in your eyes how much you want me.

-Are you crying? -A little.

-Why? -Just because.

Come here.

Come on.

That's right.

Not like that.

Yes, like that.

Where are you?

Here.

Is it morning already?

Why did you get up?

I wanted to see the start of

the worst day of my life.

What's the matter?

I don't want to leave.

I don't want to leave here.

Hold me tightly.

As hard as you can.

-Were you happy last night?

-Yes.

-Me too. -It's not true.

I don't want to lose you.

You're just saying that because

you don't want to leave.

-Do you want me to leave? -No.

Otello, I want to surprise you.

You'll see. I swear it.

I'll be a wife capable of surprising you.

-Nello. -Nello.

Cesare!

-You're sure Cesare's up here?

-I think so. An hour ago.

Cesare!

Where are you?

I've got important news for you!

-What news?

-What are you doing in the dark?

Ah, it's you. I was worried.

-He was showing me some lining.

-Yes, some lining.

-I know what you were doing.

-Don't get the wrong idea.

-What's the news? -A telegram from Nello.

-Another?-It's special!

Don't moan!

"Deepened acquaintance

Angela Gardini. Stop.

Last night she realised

marriage necessary. Stop.

Beautiful, sweet, singular. Stop.

Your presence urgently

required for introduction. Stop.

Love, Nello."

-Come here. -Her or me?

You, mother of the groom!

Come here!

Come here!

I've treated you badly.

But this is wonderful news.

-You've got to forgive me!

-Don't cry, you’ve got to be happy.

Forgive me.

Long live the groom!

Give me a kiss!

Nello!

There used to be a brothel there.

Wish there still was!

Then there's the Falcone place

and the one on Via delle Oche.

Marvellous!

-You know the Torleone place?

-No.

What's Angela like?

Why did you write that

she was singular?

Because she is.

She's beautiful, but special.

For some it'd be a defect,

but for me it's a strength.

What is it?

Poppa, momma,

this is Angela.

-She's beautiful! -Like a painting!

Angela, my parents.

Nice to meet you.

Didn't he tell you I'm blind?

Of course!

So why are you so quiet?

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

We're tired from the journey.

It's a long way from Rome!

-You're Cesare, aren't you?

-Yes.

Do you prefer poppa

or daddy?

I don't know. As you like.

I don't know what to say.

Momma Lina's here too.

I smell essence of violets.

It's me. I put on my brother's

cologne by mistake.

-But she is here. -Yes.

Say something, she's talking to you!

-I'm here.

-Will you give me your hand?

Oh, all right then!

Don't you like me?

Were you expecting a different girl?

No, I like you.

We're not used to seeing

Nello with girls...

We expected someone different.

-Someone who could see!
-Let's not exaggerate!

-Different in what way? -More common.

More like us.

-More ordinary. -It's a compliment.

I don't know.

May I kiss you.

Yes, if you like.

If we'd known, we would not

ever have come!

...would never have come.

Don't correct your father.

Listen to what he's saying.

You gave us a big surprise!

I even asked the Cardinal for help

to get you moved here!

And you take up with a blind girl!

Nello, you couldn't have

caused me more heartache!

Let's hope the Pope doesn't

find out. He'll go crazy!

He won't want any more Easter

outfits! How’s it possible!

I'll have grilled meat and chicory tips.

The chef recommends grenouilles frites.

Fried frogs, our specialty.

It's your speciality, but I'm

better off without it.

Thank you.

They serve cockroaches on Saturdays!

Remember what it's like being in love?

You think I remember? You tell him!

Of course he remembers!

-You know how old I am? -Too old.

Too old to still be in this state.

Just for once, I find a girl who

wants me!

That's because no one wants her!

Is there anyone blind in our family?

Got any blind relatives?

The only one I can remember played

the accordion at the Pantheon.

-He's dead. -There. That's the lot.

Believe me, I’m not a bad person.

Otherwise I wouldn't have
outfitted three Popes.

I've got nothing against the blind.

If nature's punished them,

they need to be helped.

We provide hospices and dogs,

but we mustn't marry them!

You'd better come back to Rome.

I'm not coming back.

-Not even if he orders you to?

-No, I've decided.

We'll live here. Angela doesn't

want to leave Bologna.

Who are the portraits of in the shop?

Great-granddad, granddad and then you.

Mine's the last one.
The shop'll close forever.

Someone else will dress the Pope!

You don't know what it means to wait

in front of the Sistine Chapel

to know who's the new Pope.

Then St. Peter's square shakes

like an earthquake

when white smoke comes out the chimney.

Then the door open and you
see this decrepit old man,

sweating, crying and laughing

because he can't believe it!

The cardinal's feel down there to

make sure he's a man.

They give him to you naked
you have to dress him.

All in white.

Nello, it's you who makes him Pope!

When you dress him, he change.

His way of looking changes

his way of offering his hand.

Everyone kneels down

and he's taken to the balcony.

When the windows open...

You want to give up

all that to eat frogs with a blind girl?

I'm coming.

You said you knew what
being in love meant.

-Cesare, give him that thing.

-It's double the amount. -Thank you.

-Let us know the date. -Of what?

-The wedding.-So you'll come!

-We haven't even hugged! -What?

-We've not even hugged! -What did you say?

Please.

-Is it the eye specialist? -Yes.

-Where is the young lady? -In her father's office?

-Is she still alive? -Of course!

I heard yelling.

-Has something happened?

-It's incredible! Come down.

Pack the bags, my daughter and I

are leaving tonight.

You're here. Come in.

Well doctor?

Excuse me, but no one

told me what...

-Is it you? -Yes.

A short while ago Maria came in with a lamp.

I saw a bit of light!

You should be in Switzerland.

You should complete the therapy.

You and your father will have fewer worries.

Are you happy?

-Of course.

-Maybe this ordeal's ending.

Well?

If you hadn't had this terrible experience,

you'd never have noticed me.

-Your father wants you to come down.

-I'm coming.

Shouldn't we embrace?

You're hurting me!

Are you crazy?

I'm sorry.

Just think, when I get back

I'll be able to see you!

I'll find out how ugly you are!

Will do your fiancée a
favour before she leaves?

-What?

-Come closer, so they won't hear.

Will you do it?

-Will you do it? -I don't know.

Good-bye.

I'll wait for you.

Good-bye and good luck!

Good-bye, miss.

Good evening.

-Are you Angela's new fiancé?

-Yes.

-It's kind of you to visit me.

-I have a message for you.

-From Angela. -Yes.

Come in, we can listen

to the gramophone.

No, I must inform you...

-of something extraordinary.

-What?

She's started to sense the presence of light.

It happened because of the

cure started in Switzerland...

-that she interrupted. -She'll see again?

Angela's getting her sight back?

It's not certain but she's

gone to Zurich with her father.

-She wanted you to know. -What?

-What's happening. -Why did she send you?

She didn't say.

I must be going.

-You're very kind. -Don't mention it.

Don't you want to listen

to the gramophone?

No, thanks. I already heard it.

I'm coming.

-It's you. -Hello.

Sorry to bother you.

I'd like some news.

-Did you talk to her father?

-They said he's not in.

-lf you know anything...-The cure's going well.

She's making progress.

She's in Switzerland.

Her father's here for a few days.

He goes back tomorrow.

It's a miracle.

Certainly.

If you have to send her anything

please send this letter.

It's the third on this month.

-All right.

-Thank you. Good-bye.

Is she patron saint of the Blind?

-Has she answered prayers?
-Lots of them.

My fiancée is sightless.

Pray to Saint Lucy, but with pure intent.

Like you were asking
something of your mother.

Your fiancée will see like
the blind in the Gospels.

-It's not like that. -What?

I want Saint Lucy to keep her like she is.

-Blind? -lf possible.

I love her very much.

It's the only way I won't lose her.

-Are you sick in the head?

-No. I don't think so, yet.

I don't know who to turn
to so as not to lose her.

Good morning, professor.

"Claustria pandite ianuae, virgo adest."

-What's that? -Catullus.

"Throw open the doors, come maiden

and see how brightly the

torch flames burn in the wind."

It's beautiful.

Professor Balocchi!

Come with me. I have news

for you! Perhaps we're saved!

Come in.

Look.

GIRL MARRIES DOCTOR WHO
RESTORED HER SIGHT.

Impossible! So soon!

Impossible!

Are you all right?

Professor!

I thought it was good news!

I have just received some terrible news.

I'm not able to stand it.
I don't know what to do.

I can't stay in this city any more.

I can't even stand living for another day.

You must forgive me.

You made me believe
I was teaching you something.

That I was becoming a real professor.

Thank you.

Perhaps we can help you.

You're not alone, we're here with you.

It's not possible, thank you.

What'll we do without you?

Good morning!

-Well?

-He's very good at embroidery!

-Let me see. -It's not finished.

Give it to me.

We had Michelangelo at home

and we didn't know!

He'll steal your jobs from you!

-Lella taught you everything.

-Yes.

-Every type of stitch. -No, I meant...

I meant she's not one to let slip away!

She's got perfect eyesight

You don't have to talk about embroidery.

You can touch on other subjects.

She's got a passion for you!

When she sees you her legs shake.

-Poppa, she's getting on! -Trust me!

She's still young enough to have children.

Anyway, you don't have to make any decisions.

With time in the future...

Think how happy you'd make

your poor mother!

He can try the robes for the Feast

of the Immaculate Conception.

If he doesn't get angry like last month.

Perhaps not then.

This way, gentlemen.

He won't like this. Too much embroidery!

You did it in the style of your friends.

-Someone with needle and thread!

-We've only got two hands

-You go. -Me?

Of course.

Take the sewing box.

Show them who we are.

Excuse us, please.

It's the official presentation

of new diplomats.

Please hurry, there's little time.

Thank goodness!

The seam ripped as I got out of the car.

My husband's very nervous.

He doesn't want to miss the

presentation of the Swiss diplomats.

Aren't you going to help me?

Did you understand?

-His Holiness is coming. -I'm coming.

Finished?

It's fine like this.

thanks.

"Candida me capiet, "capiet me flava puella."

This way, please.