Original subtitles

A hunter gave it to me.

Do you like birds? - A lot.

Then it's easy. - What's easy?

To have many of them. - How?

Go and put the blackbird at the foot of that column.

If I let go, it'll fly away.

Of course, it'll fly away and call the others.

That way, more will come. - How many?

At least 40.

Go on!

Come back! Come back!

This is the Marecchia...

a river with little water...

that comes from the mountains all the way down to Rimini.

And I am the King of this river.

Especially on Sunday...

I move around the valley of the Marecchia.

I walk up and down and have had lots of adventures.

Here on these stones, on these sands.

But, Summer is over.

It's Autumn now.

And as you can see, it's raining.

I came to take a look because you never know.

Perhaps a passing bird...

a little snipe.

Anyway, I'll put it all off until next Summer.

Now I'll show you something curious.

I am Lele, Casanova of the Marecchia.

There, that place just there.

Where there's dry grass, right there.

300, I've brought at least 300...

here, to consummate the act of love.

In these parts they tell many love stories.

THE BLUE DOG by Giuseppe Tornatore

Lousy mutt!

Go on!

He's dead!

It's not my fault!

My God, Amleto! Did you want to make him any shorter?

Any more and you'd have taken the head clean off that poor dwarf!

Hair? - Yeah, shoes and hair.

I say, you shouldn't mistreat dwarfs.

and not even dogs, they're our friends.

It's not mine, that dog! - Well, anyway!

You're alone, no wife...

so get yourself a dog or get yourself a wife!

Don't you know how much dogs love us?

They're loyal, man's best friend!

No? - Right, right.

I don't understand why you have it in for men, for dogs...

Dogs are dirty.

No, no... - Yeah.

They stink and they have fleas.

No, they wash themselves.

There are, what do you call them? Special places that wash dogs.

But that one has something really disgusting, you know?

It has this dirty blue stain...

Little bastard! - Stain? That's his fur!

It's been following me for a month, get lost!

Next time, I'll kill you!

Let me go. Forget me, I beg you!

Half an hour ago you were saying: "I love you, I love you."

And now you're saying: "Forget me, forget me."

I saw you! Get lost, you filthy animal!

Out of here!

Go on!

You're a real blockhead.

Alright, listen up.

It's useless for you to follow me...

because I'll never be a good owner for you.

So find someone else, eh?

Go it, or not?

You've got it.

What is it?

You hungry?

I've got nothing.

Chewing gum.

What do you want from me?

What do you want from my life?

Leave me in peace!

You're killing me, ugly mutt!

Screw you!

So you're after me!

It would be a real responsibility, especially at my age...

It's much better, sure...

Now I'll go home and have a nice crème brûlée...

What are you trying to do, shave up my nose?

Oh, sorry.

Listen, you've seemed on edge for a while now...

what is it, something wrong?

It must be about that dog.

That's enough about that dog.

I hate dogs, everyone knows.

I hate dogs, they stink, they're dirty and they have fleas.

Did you know that animals see in black and white?

What do you mean, in black and white?

Like silent movies, in black and white.

In black and white? - Right, black and white.

Yeah, they don't see red, they don't see green...

they don't see yellow. - How do you know that?

I read it in a book.

I don't remember who wrote it, but somebody wrote it.

Who gives a damn if dogs see in black and white or colour?

I loathe dogs...

those that see in black and white, and those that see in colour.

They stink, they're dirty and they have fleas.

Why are you upset, what did I say?

Look, look!

See? See how much it likes you?

Wretched dog, get lost!

Dogs are like women...

the more you mistreat them, they more they love you.

Are you done? Well, are you?

If you carry on like that, you'll wake the whole neighborhood!

Quiet, stop barking. Get out of here!

What do I have to tell you? Get lost, asshole dog!

Stop that once and for all and go back where you came from!

Careful, a dog forewarned is a dog forearmed!

Damn dog!

Enough, stop barking!

Damn it, Amleto, make it stop!

You and your dog have woken up the whole country!

This dog isn't mine!

You don't get it, you don't understand a damn thing!

I get it, but it can't carry on like this, Amleto...

you have to take this dog!

I don't give a damn! If you like this dog, you take it...

but it won't set foot in my house! - The dog wants you!

You're alone and need company.

I'm allergic to dogs!

I hate them! They stink, they're dirty and they have fleas!

You take care of the dog!

I'm going to sleep!

And you can stop barking, too, before you have a fit!

Amleto, hurry up!

The ceremony starts at midday and it's already 11!

You know that the bus is leaving!

Move it, asshole!

You're always the same, come on! Let's go!

Go on, Amleto, hurry up!

You're not getting married!

This is a happy day for me.

And I'd like to thank the archbishop...

who has given me the privilege of being named a high priest.

And the joy of finding myself here, in the place where I was born...

and where I spent many years of my youth...

this gives me strength, for I'm certain that all of you...

wish to help me in this important mission of faith.

Many of you will remember me...

as an altar boy in this very church, I am sure.

And I remember you, too. Your faces are familiar to me.

And I thank you for gathering here...

to help at my first religious function.

You're never on time!

I'd like to thank the mayor, the Municipal authorities...

my friends and of course, my parents...

that have never hindered my choice to become a priest.

And have always tried to help me.

And I thank my dear Uncle Amleto.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...

From the Gospel of Matthew...

"The disciples came to him and asked:

'Why do you speak to the people in parables?' He replied...

'You are permitted to understand the secrets of the Kingdom of Heaven...

but others are not. Whoever has will be given more...

and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have...

even what they have will be taken from them.

This is why I speak to them in parables.

Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear...

or understand... - You can't be in here, get lost!

The prophecy of Isaiah is fulfilled: You will hear but never understand...

you will see but never perceive...

Playing with a dog in church? Get rid of it!

It's not mine. - I'm trying to listen.

Damn dog. - Their ears cannot hear...

and they have closed their eyes...

and their ears cannot hear, and their hearts cannot understand...

and they cannot turn to me and let me heal them.'

Blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear.

For truly I tell you..."

I'm sorry, but animals are not allowed in the church!

What are you doing with that dog? - What?

It's not mine, you know.

Uncle Amleto, please!

Forgive me, but I cannot continue like this!

Do something, I beg you!

It's an insult to the Lord, the Church, to everyone, it's a scandal!

What's wrong with you? Put that dog outside!

It's not my dog!

Get lost!

Uncle Amleto, what are you doing?

You're ruining my first Mass, aren't you ashamed?

You've always been the black sheep... - Anyway, it's not my dog!

He followed me from the village.

He wanted to get on the bus with me and I stopped him.

I don't know how he got here.

I swear, it's not my dog. - Look at this!

It's not mine. - You're ruining everything!

I don't want to see you again! Get out of here, get out!

Why, why?!

You've always been a shame on us. You're a disgrace, Uncle Amleto!

Goodbye, Amleto. - Goodbye

Hey!

Have you by any chance seen the body of a dog around here?

Yeah, I saw it. A dog all covered in blood.

But it was only hurt, I bandaged it up...

then it went that way.

So it's alive, then? - Yeah, it was alive.

Thanks. - No problem.

Amleto? - What is it?

Be quiet, you lot!

What's going on?

What is it?

What's he doing?

Amleto! - Hold on!

How long do I have to wait? - He's gone crazy!

Have you by any chance seen a dog go past? - No.

With a blue stain? - Didn't come by here.

A dog with a blue stain? - Lucky for him.

Amleto! - Alright!

Alright, I'm coming!

What happens to these dogs, after you've taken them?

These will all get killed in a few days...

if no one asks for them. - Oh, poor things.

See how many there are?

All kinds, all colours.

So have you found this dog?

There are loads here.

Take one of these, no?

Put a stain on its head and you've got your dog, no?

I don't like dogs...

they're dirty, they stink and they have...

Then why the hell are you always out looking for this dog?

It's 4 days you've been looking, and now you don't like 'em?

Get out of here! These Romagnans are all crazy!

Must be.

Hello, excuse me... - Hello.

Have you by any chance seen a dog with a blue stain here?

Here on the head? - What did you say?

A dog with a blue stain?

Have you seen a dog with a blue stain?

A blue stain? - A stain like this...

Well, I don't really know.

A little like this colour.

What do you mean, this colour? - Blue!

It must have gone in a dye-works and who knows, got a bottle...

We saw a cat go past with a flower pattern...

but not a dog!

Yes, a cat with red flowers and stripes, coloured all over!

This guy's crazy!

What does he want a dog with a blue stain for?

Why not a nice red bird?

Hello, ladies! - Hello. - Hello.

Excuse me, but have you by any chance seen a blue dog?

A blue dog? - What, a blue dog?

But blue dogs don't exist! - No, no.

It's not all blue, you know, it's just a little dog...

a small brown dog, not very big, kind of dark...

with brown legs.

But here between his eyes he has a blue stain.

A stain? What do you mean, a stain?

You know, it's a bit like... like Gorbachev's!

Yeah, that's it.

On the head, but blue instead of red.

Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing one.

Yes, I saw it go... Hold on...

I saw it go up the hill over there.

With a blue stain? - Yeah.

Where? - With a shepherd!

Up on that hill there.

Over there? - Yeah, right over there.

But that's far! - It's quite a climb.

Thank you, goodbye! - Goodbye! - See you!

Well!

Are you tired?

It's tough!

Excuse me, but have you by any chance seen a little dog...

with a blue stain here?

Yeah, it was here for a few days.

It's dead.

Who are you, the owner?

No!

It's not mine, I don't like dogs.

And you know, they're dirty, they stink and they always have fleas.

It was strange, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't eat, wouldn't bark.

I buried it down there close to that tree.

That's it!

That's not possible, not possible!

Saying hello! What do you want from me?

Lousy mutt.

For God's sake, get lost!

Get lost, leave me in peace!

Go away, you lousy mutt!

I didn't mean it, you ugly thing!

SNOW ON THE FIRE by Marco Tullio Giordana

Michela!

Look how nice and clean she is!

Well?

What's going on? - Nothing, carry on.

Don't stop. - Michela!

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Who's this guy, then?

I'm shaking in my boots!

Don't worry, keep working.

That's it, keep working! Keep working, go on.

So, do you have a problem? - A problem, me?

Are they all your prisoners?

And this is your uniform?

Such a good pig.

Go on, go home.

Nothing happened. Be a good boy, eh?

Come on.

That's it.

Now he'll think twice about coming up here to bother people.

Amen.

May the peace of the Lord be with you.

And with your spirit.

Let us offer the sign of peace.

The body and the blood of Christ united in this chalice...

are for us the food of eternal life.

Of course, all these drug addicts could come to mass once in a while.

Perhaps.

But drug addicts?

Why do you call them drug addicts? They're not anymore.

Yes, since you're here with them acting as their guard dog.

Caterina, does it really bother you...

that we came up here with the whole lot?

Quiet, it doesn't matter.

Here, take this. - What is it?

A scarf? - I made it with my own hands.

When do you finish at the church? - In Spring, why?

Well, all this upheaval...

and no confession anymore.

Do you want to confess?

You sit here, and I'll sit here.

Aren't you going to wear your catechisms? - No.

Your scarf is just fine.

But Don Vincenzo, I can't possible confess like this, face to face!

It's embarrassing, I'm not used to it.

It's no different.

Better? - Yes, better.

I'm listening.

It's all winter's fault, this snow here.

Do you remember how it snowed when you married my son?

Of course, we'd never seen snow that early.

He took the bride in his arms and went outside in the snow.

That fool!

So, because of the snow and because they were newlyweds...

anyway, they were in bed together all day, no one saw them.

They would go out during the holidays, leave at dawn...

and that girl wouldn't even make up the bed.

They'd come back when it got dark.

Enough time to grab a bite and then straight to the bedroom.

Not even the time to chat.

My bedroom is right above theirs.

Once, it was mine.

Since the bricks have many cracks...

I could hear all their amorous sighs.

Her cries, as though she was dying.

Well?

I can't, I'm ashamed.

Go on.

One night, when I couldn't sleep because of their moving around...

I got out of bed, and...

Anything else? - Yes.

I watched them the next night...

and the night after that.

How come? - I don't know.

And why did your daughter-in-law allow it to carry on?

I don't know that either.

Caterina, there's only one way to resolve this...

you must not touch that brick again.

I tried, you know, but it's like a sickness.

Even sicknesses can be cured.

Speak to the Lord more often.

Yes, I promise I will.

Go on, shoot! Get back in defence!

Those drug addicts are making a mess!

Come on!

Caterina, how's it going? - Better.

Yes, much better. Careful, or they'll score!

Momo?

Come on! - Come on, what?

Let me finish.

Will you be much longer? - 2 minutes.

Let me finish.

What are you doing?

Hey, cut it out.

Always the same, aren't you?

Kiss.

Kiss.

Kiss.

Kiss.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

It'll pass.

I have problems with my husband.

Did something happen?

The intimate things feel different.

Not like before.

Before, when? - I don't know.

Before.

And you feel this change?

I feel it a little.

Is there no way to fix it?

Or is it about him?

No, it's about me.

What's going on?

I don't know, it's strange, I can't explain it.

If you want to talk, maybe I can help.

When you married us, it was snowing. Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

I can't, I'm too ashamed.

You must have faith.

It's intimate, you know?

That's part of married life...

there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Anyway, one night I found out that my mother-in-law, Caterina...

had removed a brick in the floor that is also our ceiling.

And we were holding each other...

and Caterina made me a sign for me to be quiet.

And I...

Anyway, I let her watch us.

Why do you think poor Caterina was watching you?

I don't know.

I thought that maybe she had been a widow for so long and that...

she was nostalgic.

And so I got used to it.

Actually, I...

I wanted to share with her some of my pleasure...

so that she wasn't always so alone.

Is it terrible, what I've done?

Anything else?

I can't sleep anymore.

And I can't do it...

I lie there looking at the ceiling, waiting for the brick to be lifted.

I wish Caterina was still alive.

That I could still hear her footsteps.

But she never lifts it up.

What happened?

It must be down at the station.

Darling!

ESPECIALLY ON SUNDAY by Giuseppe Bertolucci

Is this yours? - "Is this yours?"

How do you throw it? - "How do you throw it?"

It speaks two languages. - Who?

The river. Here it says one thing.

Here it says another.

Try it.

Yes.

Is that your brother?

No.

Marco had a nervous breakdown.

I keep him company.

I spend Sunday with him.

We came by bus all the way to the Pennabilli turn.

Then we walked for 2 hours on the stones.

I can't feel my feet. - My car is on the bridge.

Do you want a ride?

My name's Anna. - Vittorio.

Come on, Vittorio.

Marco!

F, H, U...

Ah, Frankfurt.

I'm German.

But my mother was from here.

I've been to Germany.

When? - Where?

In which town?

I never tell where I've been, otherwise people will copy me.

Please!

Please!

What a crappy Sunday!

Can I do something?

Who knows, maybe.

When I hear someone speaking, my head leans this way.

My neck turns without me realising.

Though no one notices that I'm turning my head...

because it's a movement that that you can't see externally.

For example, now I'm looking at Anna...

who just said: "Who knows, maybe."

What do you see?

I see that you have your legs open and the buttons of your shirt undone.

You saw it in the mirror.

From where he's sitting, he can't see you in the mirror.

Then he must have guessed.

You know that I saw you.

And I think you guessed.

All that matters is the truth!

The truth? "The truth, the truth..."

Good job.

Marco...

Do you have a girlfriend?

No, I'm married. - Ah, you're married!

He thinks he's married to me.

Married to you?

No, I don't think that we're married.

It's like a marriage that can't exist because...

every time, strange things happen.

The other day, we went to a hotel...

we paid, went up to the room...

Didn't you go in?

Didn't you go in?

I think doors have it in for me.

That's the problem:

If I go in, Anna can't go in and vice versa.

If there wasn't this problem, everything would be okay.

Marco!

So many glasses!

My grandfather was the town optician.

And would never throw things away.

And his grandson? - His grandson...

His grandson likes pretty things.

Are these photos of a trip? - No, they're photos of a bath.

A bath? - Yes, women having a bath.

It's pornographic stuff?

They're photos taken secretly by a friend of mine.

Can we see them?

Got the stomach for it? - Why?

They're a little disgusting. I like them.

Let's see. - Okay.

Do you like them?

What do you see? - Two eyes.

Beautiful.

That's what they all say.

The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

They all say that, too.

But it's the truth.

How old are you? - 102.

Why do you lie about your age? I like mature men.

But you're with a boy.

Marco is very intelligent.

And I'm not with him.

But he's always there.

He protects me.

From whom?

From mature men.

I know this tree.

What?

No, because it's in San Marino.

Right...

I know it because I was married under this tree, right here.

Your father got married under a big tree.

Why do you always confuse everything? Your father's your father, you're you.

And I don't know if it's that tree.

I'm sure of it.

How can you be so sure, if you weren't even born?

Anna!

Wait!

Do you have a job?

Yeah, I work with iron.

I have a wonderful book on gates.

But I make sculptures.

Do you do still life, or figures?

It's not like I do much these days because...

to make sculptures there has to be two of you.

Two?

Yeah, someone to hold the iron and someone to weld.

I weld, but there's no one to hold the iron, I can't find anyone.

You can't find anyone. - Can't find anyone, no.

Can't find a young person that knows the trade.

I mean, in all of Romagna there's not one unemployed...

person that knows the trade.

And it's not like I haven't looked.

I went to the place where the buses come in from the country...

to find people, but there was no one.

That's how sculpture dies, or at least my kind of sculpture dies.

Yeah, me too.

Why doesn't Anna hold it?

No, I won't do sculpture with a woman.

Well...

Anna!

Guess who!

It's raining.

I'm going out for half an hour.

I'm waiting for a phone call. Will you answer for me, Anna?

Marco...

Marco, come with me.

I want to show you that wonderful book about gates.

Marco!

Are you bored?

No, no.

What are you doing?

Looking.

And what do you see?

Eyes.

A house full of eyes.

Do you need to use the phone? - No.

May I? - Yeah.

Do you have a token, by any chance?

Did something happen to you? - What's this town called?

Longiano.

And is this the bus stop? - Yes.

What time is it? - 9.

5 to 9.

I hope you die, I hope you get cancer!

I hope you die... - Sorry?

I hope you get cancer!

Anna, can you hear me?

Vittorio.

Finally, what took you so long?

Find some excuse to send him home.

He can't do it alone. - Then take him.

Then come back. - I can't.

I have to stay with him. - When do you finish?

Tomorrow morning.

Sunday I sleep at his house, then I leave on Monday.

It seems there's something intimate between you two, something...

No.

There's never been anything between the two of us.

Is that the truth?

Once, he looked at me with such desperation.

We had walked all afternoon.

I sat down on the sofa and he was in front, watching me.

At one point, I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to see what would happen.

I hoped he could grab hold of some kind of desire.

But to do that, he would have to overcome his shyness.

Listen, Anna...

Can you hear me?

I want to be with you, to make love. Tell me you want it, too.

You're all wet. - This way I'll learn.

Are you waiting for someone? - He didn't show up.

Your boyfriend?

It's complicated.

Who's that crying?

It's complicated.

WOODEN CHURCHES by Francesco Barilli

Guys, this is so much fun!

This low-life, what are you...

is this any way to dress?!

No!

No, no!

You damn pig, no!

Such a warm wind!

So warm!

Is the music coming from there?

So warm!

What are those things? What are they, an advert?

How should I know? - They're not boats.

They look like churches.

There are three.

There are three!

Look at that fog!

Pretty, eh?

You're a liar.

Haven't shown up, yet? - No.

They must have gone far away.

To Brazil, maybe.

Coming with me?