All language subtitles for LaFunola 64

<b>THE ESCAPE</b>

Miss, calm down!
- Let go of me!

Please, calm down...

<i>Hello?</i>

<i>Hello?</i>

<i>Hello?</i>

<i>Hello?</i>

Who was it?

I don't know, they hung up.

Do you think it was your wife?

<i>Vittorio's birthday.</i>

<i>I saw Andrea again.</i>

<i>4th of September:
I went to see Dr. Borghi.</i>

<i>I don't think I'll go again.</i>

<i>3rd of December:</i>

<i>She continues to call.</i>

<i>She won't give in.</i>

<i>My father asked me for another loan.</i>

<i>I feel strange.</i>

<i>I don't want anything.</i>

<i>A weekend on my father's boat.</i>

<i>Andrea and I, alone.</i>

<i>Such wonderful weather.</i>

<i>It's difficult to cook on board.</i>

<i>To make love, too.</i>

<i>But we managed all the same.</i>

<i>I want to be a good wife.</i>

<i>Will I be able?</i>

Do you believe in God Almighty...

creator of the heaven and the earth?
- I do.

<i>Vittorio's baptism.</i>

<i>I wanted to call him Federico...</i>

<i>but Andrea insisted on Vittorio.</i>

<i>It was the name of his father...</i>

<i>and he worships his father...</i>

<i>even though he barely knew him.</i>

<i>He died when he was 6 years old.</i>

<i>If I have a girl,
I'll call her Paola...</i>

<i>that way she'll have my initials.</i>

Vittorio, I baptise you in
the name of the Father...

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

<i>Today I made designs for
my mother's fabrics.</i>

<i>They look wonderful.</i>

<i>I want them to pay more for
these than the other ones.</i>

<i>It's incredible how everything
always goes right for my mother.</i>

<i>Even textiles has gone right for her.</i>

<i>It seemed like a joke...</i>

<i>one of her usual hobbies...</i>

<i>but it's been going for 2 years...</i>

<i>and she has more than 20 employees.</i>

<i>Today, Andrea took me to visit the
thermonuclear power plant in Latina...</i>

<i>where he works.
It was very interesting...</i>

<i>even though I understood
very little of his explanations.</i>

Mr. Pieri, my wife.

Very nice to meet you.
- Hello.

Hi. - Morning.
- I've come to take a look around.

Go ahead.
- Thank you.

As you can see, this is the
heart of the power station.

Below this is the nuclear reactor...

which is enclosed in a steel sphere
with a diameter of 70 feet...

or around 20 metres.

Inside the sphere, there is
a structure of graphite...

inside which lies the fuel,
meaning the uranium.

What are they doing now?

They're preparing to change
the depleted bars of uranium.

These are the maintenance cells.

With these mechanical arms,
we can carry out repairs...

or alterations to the fuel...

or removable parts of the reactor.

Is it dangerous?

Why, are you afraid?

It's all very radioactive but there's
60cm of glass protecting us.

Shall we go?
- Yes, perhaps we'd better.

<b>LEAVE ROOM IMMEDIATELY IF MAIN
LIGHTS GO OFF OR SIREN SOUNDS</b>

<b>EMPLOYEES PERMITTED NO MORE
THAN 2 HOURS A DAY ON THIS LEVEL</b>

<b>DANGER OF RADIATION
PROHIBITED AREA</b>

The used bars of uranium
are immersed in this pool...

though they're still highly radioactive.

They stay here for 100 days.

The water serves as a
screen for the radiation.

Is it dangerous here, too?

Well, if you were to fall in the water
you'd undoubtedly be contaminated.

Meaning?

After a while you might become blind...

or sterile.

In the worst cases you might
get cancer, leukemia...

to put it simply, the complete
destruction of your bodily tissue.

The fish are here!
What shall I do, put them on?

Yes!

Andrea, come and give me a hand!

Piera, shall I add some oil?

No, heaven forbid!

Bream is greasy enough.

<i>Weekend at my mother's
villa in Porto Ercole.</i>

<i>Myself, Andrea, my mother and Alberto.</i>

<i>Alberto is my mother's new fling.</i>

<i>As if it needed to be said,
Andrea can't stand him.</i>

How many have you put on?

Will they be enough for everyone?

Do you know the one about the
red mullet and the flathead mullet?

No.

So, on the high seas a red mullet
meets a flathead mullet...

it's the afternoon...
- Alberto, please...

It's a conversation between fish!
- You know I don't like your rude jokes.

It's not rude!
- I know your jokes, cut it out!

You're quick to judge.

What do you know of my mother's life?

With all that Dad put her through.

She feels young, and she is.

Besides, Alberto is a good guy.

He might not be very intelligent...

Not very intelligent?

You mean he's a complete idiot!

Of course, not all men
can be professors.

Besides, what would my mother do...

with a professor?

Exactly!

What do you have against Alberto?

Well, I don't like the way
he looks at you at all.

Are you jealous?

Jealous, of that fool?

He's a handsome guy, you can't deny it.

This is a public place, don't forget!

Did you catch anything?

Hold on!

See?

See how good Alberto is?

Some ability, with those bombs!

The important thing is to catch them.

To get those two fish, they'll have
killed hundreds of other animals...

larvae, eggs, smaller fish...

They're depopulating the sea!

Don't make it into a tragedy, please.

It is a tragedy!

How can you not see it?

Of course I can see it.

But if I want something today, I take it.

Even if I might regret it tomorrow.

<i>6th of April:</i>

<i>Vittorio is in bed with the flu.</i>

Well, how is he?

The fever has gone down, he's asleep.

Who ordered all this medicine?

Let's go through here.

Dr. Baglioni and Dr. Serventi were here.

Your mother called her doctor...

my mother, not to be outdone,
called one as well.

They've been here all damn day.

And have done nothing but
argue among themselves.

They did agree on one thing, though.

To say that...

I'm not a good mother.

And perhaps they're right.

You think so too, don't you?

What does "a good mother" mean?

People believe that a good mother...

is one that lives only for her children...

and forgets to be a good wife.

I love you just the way you are.

I don't want you to
forget me for Vittorio.

I need you more than he does.

We're all looking after him...

whereas all I have is you.

You've never told me that.

Well, I've never had the chance.

Then find the chance, always!

I need to hear how much
you love me every day.

<i>Ma'am!</i>

The boy has woken up.

He's asking for you.

I'll be right back.

Say bye to Daddy.

Bye!
- Bye!

Down the stairs. - One...
- That's it. - Two...

And a jump.

Four...
- Four...

Five...

Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Grandpa!

Say hello to the lady.
- Hello!

What a handsome young man!
- Good boy.

Go, go with Giuseppina, go on.

And you? - Fine, you?
- How come you're here?

Andrea has gone to Brussels
for a conference.

I wanted to go with him, I even asked.

"Whatever for?", he said.

"It's a nuclear conference,
you'd only get bored."

Then he says he doesn't trust leaving
Vittorio with the new governess.

Right.
- But the truth is...

perhaps my husband is
a little ashamed of me.

He thinks I'm too ignorant to
be with him and his colleagues.

But the ignorant woman is full of charm!

Right? - I might be a bit ignorant,
but I'm not as bad as he thinks.

Why are you here, anyway?
Where are you going?

To Madrid.
- To Madrid on business.

If I wrap it up, I'll buy you a new car.

Like the one you bought for Luciana?

Like Luciana's, okay.

Do you promise?
- I promise.

Bye, Dad.
- Bye.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, have a nice trip.

Beautiful!

I'm happy that you made them.

And I don't say that out
of maternal pride.

But if someone else had made them...

I'd have to pay a lot more!

But it's not like that will
make her lower her prices!

Luisa!
Have you met Luisa Crivelli?

My daughter. - Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

Very beautiful.

You should be very happy
that she likes your designs.

Usually, Luisa doesn't like anything.

That might not be my fault.

I need fabric for the apartment
of a client of mine.

Piera, didn't I tell you that
Luisa works in interior design?

No.

Why don't you help me?
You have new ideas.

You're very talented.

And to balance it out, no will to work.

She got that from her father.

Mum!
- It's no secret, darling.

Excuse me, Ma'am?

It comes to 148,750.
- See? I was right.

Are you sure?
- More than sure.

How much did you say?
- 148,750.

Make it 145,000.
- No, I'd prefer to be accurate.

Otherwise, I'd only have
to pay it some other time.

Here.
- Good day.

I was being serious, you know.
Call me, we'll make an appointment.

Goodbye. - Goodbye, Luisa.
- See you soon.

Goodbye.

<i>An interesting woman.</i>

<i>Even her proposal seems interesting.</i>

<i>I'll really think about it.</i>

<i>If nothing else but to
contradict my mother...</i>

<i>and above all Andrea...</i>

<i>who considers me a spoiled girl,
good for nothing.</i>

<i>20th of December:</i>

<i>Dad kept his promise,
he bought me a new car.</i>

<i>I went out for a test drive.</i>

<i>150 km/h.</i>

<i>The governess was afraid,
she wanted to get out.</i>

<i>She made me angry.</i>

<i>One can tolerate anything...</i>

<i>but not to be told she can't drive.</i>

<i>Besides, I drive very well.</i>

I don't understand your father!

Instead of buying you a car, he should
pay off the millions he owes you.

What does it matter to you?
It's my money after all.

Of course, it couldn't be mine.

My father was a farmer...

the only land he ever owned was
in the cemetery where he's buried.

Listen, let's not start with
the poor old farmer rhetoric.

My father knows all about that,
he has to overpay them...

because they won't work on a farm.

The let's not start with the
poor father rhetoric, either.

If your father, instead of buying
mink fur coats for his lovers...

Do me a favour!
What lovers and what fur coats?

I saw Luciana the other
night in a mink fur coat.

Poor thing, she's had that for 3 years.

But this was new!
I'm not as stupid as you think.

A mink fur coat...
- Where did you see her?

The other night at the Hilton.

What were you doing at the Hilton?

I went there to meet
some American colleagues.

You didn't mention it.

I lead a double life...

like Dr. Jekyll.

What was the fur coat like?
- New.

Pretty?
- Very pretty.

You'd never dream of
buying me a fur coat.

What? I do nothing but!
I'm currently researching minks.

Very funny!

If we had to get by on
your salary alone...

I'd be going out nude, my dear.

You'd look just fine.

You're a cynic.

Sometimes I ask myself
why I married you.

And what do you answer yourself?

I'd better not tell you.

Come in!

Ma'am, your mother is here...

with Attorney Spina.
- Ah, yes.

Tell them we'll be right there.

In the meantime serve the aperitifs.
- Very good.

Who's Attorney Spina?

Alberto the Attorney!

That's too funny!

<i>I dreamed about missing the train again.</i>

<i>I spent the rest of the night awake.</i>

<i>Looking at Andrea sleeping next to me...</i>

<i>he seemed like a stranger.</i>

<i>I'd like to have two bedrooms...</i>

<i>and sleep alone.</i>

No, don't worry darling,
everything will be fine.

Yes, of course.

Hi.
- Hi, darling.

Piera is here.

No, I don't know.

Listen, Dad is asking me
if you knew about it, too.

About what?

No, she doesn't know anything,
what did I tell you?

Do you really think that all
of Rome is talking about it?

Darling, don't be so hard on yourself.

There are plenty of fish in the sea.

Stop exaggerating!

Time is the best medicine, believe me.

And try to cheer yourself up.

Come and see me, if you like.

If we don't help each other
through hard times...

A kiss from me, darling.

Hear the news?

Luciana ran out on him.

It's not the first time.

Right, only this time she
didn't leave empty-handed.

She took everything.

The fur coats, the jewelry,
even the silverware.

Poor Dad.

You can imagine the state he's in,
the things he's saying:

"Everything is finished!"
"Life has no meaning!"...

"I'll kill myself, I'll kill myself!"

Only to start all over in a month.

What's wrong with you?

Why do you ask?

You seem a bit down.

Something the matter?

Listen, Mum...

Go on.

What is it?

Hello?

Hi, darling.

Well, of course I know.

Of course she didn't run away,
it was Paolo who threw her out.

She was sleeping with the driver.

A handsome guy, I agree...

but have some dignity, you know?

At least don't get caught!

No, I'm not defending my husband!

I know his flaws better than
anyone, if you don't mind.

Ruined what career?

As if you didn't know what
he's been doing in Madrid.

No, I assure you that you're mistaken.
The truth is that Paolo is a wimp.

No, no, no...

Not from where I'm standing.

At least, not from what I remember.

Besides, you should know better than me.

Right, that was ten years ago.

Piera, it's Maria Claudia.

Maria Claudia is asking me how
things are with your husband.

Why?

She's just asking, as a friend.

Yours, I don't have whore friends!

Hear that?

You'll have to excuse her,
she's been so tense recently.

If you ask me, Andrea is neglecting her.

If only she did have a lover!

But she's not the type, I know her.

Deep down, I think she's just frigid.

She didn't get it from her mother!

Good day, Ma'am.
- Good day.

What a lovely house!

You can see all of Rome from here.

This is Jean, a colleague of mine.

This is Mrs. Fabbri, the one
I spoke to you about...

regarding the fabric designs for
the villa in Olgiata...

but Mrs. Fabbri has betrayed us.
- Nice to meet you. - Hello.

Let's speak informally, shall we?

Come and see the terrace.
- I'd love to.

Jean, my dear, tell Augusta
to make us some tea.

How wonderful!

I've always dreamed about
having a house like this.

You can come whenever you like.

I live alone and have few friends.

Yes, I have my work...

but sometimes that's not enough.

I hope we'll become friends.

I hope so, too.

Luisa!

Augusta has gone out.
- Well?

Make the tea yourself.

You always complain that Augusta
doesn't know how to make it.

Go on!

She's very good...

and a great help to me...

but sometimes she acts like a
fool and it gets on my nerves.

And you, have you done any more work?

You know how it is,
I've had so many things to do...

That's a shame...

you really have talent.

I'd love to work with you.

There's Grandma.
- Grandma, Grandma!

Hi, darling.
- Hi, Grandma.

Am I mistaken, or are you
without a governess again?

You guessed it.

And of course, your son says...

that it's my fault if the
governesses don't stick around.

And yet I give them all the
freedom they could ask for.

Perhaps that's your mistake,
giving them too much independence...

Some people need to be directed, guided.

Go on Vittorio, off you go.

That's exactly what I don't want to do.

I'm the one who needs to be guided.

Andrea leaves me with
too many responsibilities.

Andrea's real flaw,
if you could call it that...

is to throw himself into work
that absorbs him so completely...

yet work that is completely foreign...

to all those who aren't like him.

Of course, if one was to marry
a lawyer, a businessman...

you could find interest in what he does,
talk about it, discuss it...

but how can you talk about
atoms and nuclear fissions?

That's so true.

You always understand.

It's that I love you,
and I worry about you.

But you're young, intelligent...

why don't you occupy yourself,
why don't you work?

Yes, I'm thinking about it.

I met a certain Miss Crivelli.

She works in interior design.

She's very nice.

She asked me to work with her.

Andrea doesn't think I should...

since a woman should only think
about the house and children.

Unbelievable!

Andrea, whose work is at the
cutting edge in the field of science...

has the same ideas about marriage
as someone from the 1800s.

I'm ashamed to say I'm his mother!

<i>I spent a week in Porto Ercole
in my mother's villa.</i>

<i>I needed to be alone.</i>

<i>Saturday morning, a surprise.</i>

<i>Luisa arrived.</i>

<i>I was so glad to see her.</i>

<i>She's the only person
I can stand right now.</i>

<i>Luisa hadn't been to Argentario.</i>

<i>We went for a boat ride with Vincenzo.</i>

<i>We stopped at Cala Piccola to fish...</i>

<i>with bombs, naturally.</i>

<i>We came home as hungry as wolves.</i>

<i>Luisa is so nice, it's like
I've known her for years.</i>

<i>I like spending time with her.</i>

<i>We made great plans for the future.</i>

<i>Unfortunately, on Saturday
afternoon everyone else arrived...</i>

<i>and it was goodbye peace.</i>

<i>In the evening we went to "Streghe",
just for a change.</i>

<i>Luisa didn't want to come.</i>

<i>She doesn't like big crowds.</i>

<i>I completely understand her.</i>

Dad told me that they offered you
a management position at BRS...

and that you refused.

What does that have to do with your father?

But is it true or not?

It's true.

And why did you refuse?

Because it's a job that doesn't interest me.

I'd have to abandon my research,
bother myself with administration...

with exclusively commercial issues.

But is it true that you would
earn triple what you're earning now?

Could be, I don't know.

If your father says so...

Right, it's my money after all.

That's why I married you,
because you're rich!

Yes, I know it's not true.

That he married me because he loved me.

But at times he seems so...

detached from everything practical.

He's allowed to be, as a scientist.

He loves his work, it's only natural.

I wish he only loved me.

You said yourself that he married
you because he loved you.

Yet I'm not so sure.

No, I'm really not.

And you?

Do you love him?

I don't know.

Sometimes it's like I don't.

The truth is that I figured
marriage would be so different.

I imagined a union that
was so much more complete.

To feel like one person.

Well...

How come you never got married?

Who says I'm not?

You're married?

I was.

But it's a long story.

Perhaps I'll tell you one day.

Know what I'll do?

I'll stay and sleep with you.

I won't let him win.

Stay if you want, but listen,
I don't think it's a good idea...

not for me, but...

you know, he's your
husband and he loves you.

He's young.

You think I should go to him?

Yes.

Yes, that would be better.

He didn't even come looking for me.

Why would he come looking
for you in my room?

Yes, you're right.

If you knew how I envy you.

You're always so peaceful...

so calm, balanced...

I love you, you know?

Bye!

Bye!

Night!

Well? Get back in your seat!

Your anxieties are revealed in your dreams.

The dreams in which you miss the train...

could mean that...

that you wish to take a journey
into your subconscious...

so as to better understand yourself...

but that you can't.

But in the last dream I
did manage catch the train.

Yes, but...

the train becomes a tram...

as though you were afraid
of long journeys.

Why does my mother act like
such a stranger in the dreams?

And why wouldn't she let
me sit next to her?

Are you sure that you don't know...

that you can't find the answer?

Perhaps because my mother...

has always kept me at a distance...

even as a child.

You've been torturing me with
your silences for weeks.

I'll end up hating you.

I won't be coming back.

Perhaps this is what your
subconscious wants...

but not you.

When I try to help you grow...

because you're not a
spoiled girl anymore...

your ill side comes out
and opposes it.

How long will it take?

It could take months...

perhaps years.

I don't think I can do it.

<i>I didn't tell anyone that
I go to see Dr. Borghi.</i>

<i>If Andrea knew...</i>

<i>Everything is so clear to him.</i>

<i>Everything is rational.</i>

<i>While I grope about in the dark.</i>

Excuse me, I'd like to
speak with Dr. Borghi.

It's Professor Fabbri, Andrea Fabbri.

Hello, Doctor? Sorry to disturb
you, this is Andrea Fabbri.

Putting some of my wife's
papers in order...

I've learned that she
was a patient of yours.

Well, not exactly.

She came to me a handful of times,
and always in a casual manner.

Yes, she would book appointments,
then she would cancel them.

The last time I saw her was...

a week before the tragedy.

But I don't know if I can help you.

Of course, from what I've
read in the newspapers...

Yes, I understand your wishes,
but I don't know what I can do.

Hold on, let's see here.

Would you like to come and
see me tomorrow morning?

Well, if you really can't...

I'll come to you.

At the nuclear power plant, yes?

Okay.

I'll be waiting for you, Doctor.

<b>END OF PART ONE</b>

<b>PART TWO</b>

<i>Piera Fabbri, 26 years old,
born in Rome, an only child.</i>

<i>Parents are separated.</i>

<i>Adolescence in an unsuitable environment.</i>

<i>Married for around 4 years, has a child.</i>

<i>Signs of stress and
occasional bouts of depression.</i>

<i>Recounts in great detail
during first session...</i>

<i>how she met her husband.</i>

<i>It was at Porto Santo Stefano...</i>

<i>five years ago...</i>

<i>at the end of summer.</i>

Piera!

Mum!

This is Ghedini. - Nice to meet you.
- How are you?

And his friend, Andrea Fabbri.

Nice to meet you.

There.
- Thank you.

Piera!

Don't be long!

Is it yours?

Do I seem like the type with
7 million to spend on a car?

Yes.
- Thanks!

But unfortunately, I'm not.

What do you do?

Guess.

Architect?
- No.

Pilot?
- No.

Well, sales then.
- How come?

Just a guess.

I don't know, you seem distinguished.

You would look good in a shop...

where they sell fabrics or
bags and suitcases for ladies.

You're opening up new horizons for me.

Listen...

what does your friend do?

Physics.

Well, his physique isn't bad.
I meant what is his job?

He's a physicist.

A professor of physics.

A professor?
- He's a good guy.

Disappointed?

No, but...

I wouldn't have guessed.
- Why not?

No, he works at the thermonuclear plant...
- Because my physics professor was...

he was different, you know.
- You've had professors?

I wouldn't have guessed.

I'm full of surprises, you know.

Good, then we'll have fun!

And that flag?
- Panama.

Panama?
- For the taxes, you know?

Enough, it's too romantic.

Another...
- Some rock music, then.

No, not this one.

This is fun.

Hey, aren't you two in bed yet?

It's early for that, I think.
We only met each other today.

Don't trust serious people.

Sometimes they're much more
dangerous than foolish ones.

They're much more fun, though.
- Do you think so?

Come on, to bed child.

Then goodnight.
- Goodnight.

See you tomorrow. - Bye!
- Dad called...

he's coming to Porto Ercole tomorrow.

How come?
- Says he feels lonely.

Forename, Surname,
place and date of birth!

Piera Fabbri.

Born in Rome, the 25th of March 1939.

Come forward!

Married?

No... yes!

Profession?

Housewife.

Housewife!

Get undressed!

Get undressed!

Get undressed!

Again, again, again!

According to the associations
made by the patient...

at various stages of the dream...

it would seem that there exists in her...

a desire, repressed since childhood...

to be loved by her father...

while imitating the type
of woman he frequents.

The minder and the strict father...

represent her internal,
guiding conscience...

that alleviates her sense of guilt.

Moreover, clear signs of
masochism can be seen...

in the dynamics of the dream.

3rd of March: she recounted
to me a symptomatic fact.

<i>An episode comes to mind...</i>

<i>that happened in Paris
during our honeymoon.</i>

<i>We were sitting in a café
on the Bois de Boulogne.</i>

<i>I remember that it was very hot.</i>

<i>We were sending postcards to friends.</i>

<i>I'd write the address and the greeting...</i>

<i>then pass them to my husband to sign.</i>

<i>Then all of a sudden he realises
that they're pornographic postcards.</i>

<i>All of them.</i>

<i>Andrea laughed...</i>

<i>and I couldn't explain it.</i>

<i>I was sure that I'd bought
postcards with views of Paris.</i>

Who do you think changed the postcards?

I don't know, perhaps Andrea bought
them while I wasn't looking...

to play a joke on me.

Couldn't you have bought them,
out of curiosity?

No, I hate those things.

Even if you don't believe me.

I must have been 5 or 6
years old when I saw...

my mother with an American officer.

Well? Continue.

How did you feel?

Afraid that my mother would leave me.

When I drive the car at night...

it always reminds me of the time
we took Renato to the hospital.

Who's Renato?

He was a classmate of mine.

We were great friends.

Perhaps I'd have married him,
I don't know.

During a game of underwater fishing...

he was attacked by a shark.

We took him to the hospital in Grosseto.

We stayed there all night
while they operated on him.

<i>Borghetti to orthopedics!</i>

I, too, suffered greatly...

while giving birth.

I was alone.

My mother had gone skiing.

And later, I felt...

such hate towards my husband...

who would never understand
how much I'd suffered.

Doctor!

Well, Doctor?

No, there was nothing we could do.

He had lost too much blood.
We did everything we could.

<i>Dr. Pisani to Ward 3!</i>
- Everything possible.

Shall we?

<i>Dr. Pisani to Ward 3!</i>

You mentioned that as a child
you were put in a boarding school.

How many years were you there?

From 9 until 15.

Do you remember anything
from that period?

What are you thinking?

Please, don't insist.

Perhaps you're afraid to remember.

How do you know I'm afraid?

No, I don't know.

I'm just trying to understand
why you don't want to remember.

<i>I remember...</i>

<i>yes, I remember one of my schoolmates.</i>

<i>She would get up at night...</i>

<i>stand in front of the mirror...</i>

<i>and kiss it.</i>

Why are you asking me these things?

Who knows how you'll judge me!

I'm not here to judge you...

but to understand you.

Yes, well it bothers me all the same.

Everyone has always judged me...

and my husband most of all.

Even the nannies and the maids judge me...

that's why I have to fire them.

As a child, I had a governess
who really loved me.

Notice that your central problem...

continues to resurface.

This search for a deep affection.

Yes, but now I have my work.

What work?

It's in interior design.
I work with a friend of mine.

We get on well, I never
get bored around her.

She does all the things I like doing...

and that I wished Andrea would do.

She says I'm very intelligent and talented.

She understands me and doesn't judge me.

Andrea doesn't like her.
- Why not?

Because he's jealous of the
people I'm around.

He didn't like Alberto, either.

Who's Alberto?

A friend of my mother's.

A friend, how?

Don't be a fool, you know
very well what I mean.

He's her lover. My mother is young.
I told you that, didn't I?

<i>Of course, she's never had much
luck in choosing her lovers.</i>

<i>Alberto, too...</i>

<i>A bad guy convinced
that he's irresistible.</i>

<i>He even tried it on with me once.</i>

<i>I tried to defend myself...</i>

<i>I screamed.</i>

<i>Suddenly my mother appeared
and took it all out on me.</i>

<i>I'd prefer not to repeat
what came out of her mouth.</i>

Then we spent over a year...

without saying a word to each other.

And your husband?

Tell me about your relationship with him.

With Andrea, we slept with each
other before getting married.

He always behaved himself...

because I told him that I'd
never been with anyone before.

I was the one who wanted it.

Let's go, I'm bored.

Do you mind?

Let's go to your house.

Afraid of compromising yourself?

As soon as I got home I felt
the need to take a bath.

I felt almost dirty.

And I got into bed with the pleasure...

of an animal returning to its nest.

I'd decided not to see Andrea again...

and the idea of seeing my
mother again embarrassed me...

my father, my friends...

the things I'd loved up to that point.

The next day, following my
mother's advice...

I went to stay with
my father in Madrid.

The same old life there, too.

The same old atmosphere of people...

convincing themselves they're having fun...

the same old scenes of jealousy
between my father and Luciana...

the same old business lunches...

business deals worth billions
that never seem to conclude.

So after a month I was
even more depressed, and sad.

I came back to Rome and married Andrea.

Your father and mother were
already separated?

Yes, they'd always argue.

Our house had become like hell.

Eventually they convinced themselves...

and they separated legally.

I stayed with my mother.

Undoubtedly, your parents' separation...

has provoked a great deal
of psychological trauma in you...

that you weren't even aware of.

As though you have an unseen wound...

that still hasn't healed...

and we have to find out why.

I'm alone.

Come in.

Sorry I'm late, but I ran out of petrol...

and so I had to take a taxi.

You don't know how to lie, either.

Why don't you just say
that you didn't want to come?

You're right.

Why do I come here, anyway?
It's a waste of time and money.

You charge a lot of money.
- And I don't sell a thing.

You look good today, you know.
What have you done?

I changed my hair.

Ah yes, your hair!

Yes, Luisa suggested it.
She took me to her hairdresser.

And I changed dressmaker, too.

On Luisa's advice, too?

Yes, she thinks I should wear
more simple clothes.

Please.

At Luisa's dressmaker's
I ran into my father...

with his new friend.

I pretended not to see them.

Poor Dad.

He won't give in to old age.

Listen, this Luisa...

isn't she the girl you work with?

Yes.

My husband can't stand her.

How come?

<i>You know, it's not easy to explain.</i>

<i>Usually, my husband never asks me
where I've been or who I've seen...</i>

<i>but with Luisa...</i>

<i>it's different.</i>

<i>The other night, for example...</i>

<i>I was taking a bath.</i>

<i>Luisa was there.</i>

<i>They had offered her a new job
and she'd come to ask me...</i>

<i>about designs for the fabric.</i>

<i>Luisa was passing me the bath robe...</i>

<i>when Andrea appeared.</i>

<i>I don't know how to say it...</i>

<i>but I felt ashamed to be naked.</i>

<i>And he came in and hugged and
kissed me in front of Luisa.</i>

<i>Strange, he's never so demonstrative...</i>

<i>and in front of a stranger, too.</i>

<i>Luisa went out.</i>

<i>It was obvious that she was suffering.</i>

Why do you think that it
made your friend suffer...

seeing your husband kissing you?

Because I think she's in love with me.

What makes you think that?

My mother says she likes women.

Forget about your mother for now.
What do you think about it?

I don't know.

With me she's always acted
like a friend and that's it.

And if she acted...

in another way...

how would you react?

I don't know, how can I?

Besides, I don't think it's true.

It's my mother's imagination.

She doesn't come again.

Calls to make an appointment...

then cancels it.

3rd of November: she came back.

I've not been well.

I locked myself in my house
and disconnected the telephone.

I didn't want to see anyone.

Know what, Doctor?

My husband and I left each other.

Really?

And when was this?

Three weeks ago.

Is this your wife?
- Yes.

Do you have a happy marriage?

What do you think?

A happy family.

Ideas from another time.

No, they still exist today.

When mature people are involved.

Listen, I'm tired of being
considered immature and childish!

I'm an adult, independent
and I don't need anyone!

Are you sure about that?

I don't know.

Perhaps my mother was right.

My marriage was a mistake.

Andrea wasn't the right man
for me, I know that now.

He loved me.

But I never felt...

desire, passion for him.

And for others?

For who? What do you mean by that?

Well, you've been married for 5 years.

I'd say that things between
you and your husband...

have never been terribly important to you.

I never said that.

Well, you gave that impression.

And I'd like to know...

during your married life,
there's been no other man?

No.
- And before?

No.

I got married...

yes, well, I mean...

Andrea was the first man.

Yes, you told me that.

But there must have been
some boyfriend, a fling...

as they say.

Yes, of course.
- Right, then.

Good, and in these cases did you feel...

emotion, pleasure...

I mean...

did you feel desire?

No.

Do you think I'm a frigid woman?

No, there are no frigid women...

just sexually immature women.

We call it "psycho-sexuality"...

meaning that one only reaches...

true maturity in a romantic
relationship with another being...

in which there is a complete
psychological and physical union.

Because, contrary to what many believe...

psychoanalysis deems that the
mature man must be monogamous.

But, I have no regrets.

I did everything to make
things work with Andrea.

But the truth is that we didn't
understand each other anymore.

<i>On the way back from holiday we argued.</i>

<i>It was the first time...</i>

<i>but it was also the last.</i>

Where are you going?

We're going to my mother's to
pick up the child, aren't we?

Andrea, did you forget that
we don't have a governess?

The truth is that the child bores you.

Since he was born,
for one reason or another...

he's spent more time at your mother's
and my mother's than at our house.

How would you know?
You're never at home.

Do you realise the effect this
will have on Vittorio?

The lack of a family environment...

of warmth and affection,
will result in problems for him.

Why, because he lacks warmth and
affection from your mother or mine?

At least at your mother's
he gets some fresh air...

while in the city...

Anyway, as soon as the new
governess gets here...

I'll go and get him, don't worry.

You talk to me as though
I don't love my son.

Why don't you answer?

You're so irritating sometimes.

You start something and then leave it.

The truth is that you don't have
the courage to say what you think.

Could be.

<i>Not long after that we put things
in motion for the divorce.</i>

<i>I know what you're thinking, Doctor...</i>

<i>but I had to get away from that
world of incomprehension and distrust.</i>

<i>Luisa's friendship was a great help.</i>

<i>She had also been through a divorce.</i>

Can I get you something, Miss?

I'm waiting for someone, thanks.
- Very well.

What will you have?

Two Earl Greys and some crackers.

It's that scented tea
you drank at my house.

<i>Now that I was alone again...</i>

<i>I continued to live in the same
environment that I couldn't stand...</i>

<i>Luisa had to go to the
Amalfi Coast for work.</i>

<i>She asked if I'd help her.</i>

<i>We left together,
as though it were a holiday.</i>

Have you been Ravello?
- No, shall we go?

In the afternoon, if you like.
- It sounds charming.

Have you ever been there?
- A long time ago.

But I was too unhappy
for such a pretty place.

And today, are you happy?

Shall we go for it?

Do you know them?
- Never seen them before.

If you ask me, they're up for it.
Leave it to me.

Waiter? - Yes?
- Why are you looking at them?

What's wrong with that?
- Can you do me a favour? - Yes.

From the gentlemen over there.

Look.

They're idiots.

Luisa!

Luisa!

Yes?

Will you do me a favour?
- What is it?

Could you zip me up, please?

I hate this dress.

It's so unpractical.

But it looks so good on you.

Thanks.

Hello?

Ah, yes!

Where?

I don't know, I'll ask my friend.

It's those young men from this morning.

They're asking if we'll go
to Ravello with them.

No, say no.

Alright, we'll be down in 5 minutes.

At the bar.

Want to know something?

I'm sorry I didn't have
the courage to...

To what?

You know very well what.

There's no need for me to tell you.

Perhaps...

perhaps I'd have found happiness.

Don't you think that one can find...

the answer even in an unusual romance?

Why not?

She was there.

Waiting for me to offer myself.

And I didn't have the courage.

But inside me I wanted her desperately.

See?

I'm worse than you thought.

Much worse.

No, there's nothing you can do for me.

<i>From the depths of her psyche,
violent feelings of guilt emerge...</i>

<i>and the fear of being punished.</i>

<i>Shapes and symbols are so primeval...</i>

<i>so devoid of humanity and warmth.</i>

<i>One attempts to give her the eyes to see...</i>

<i>but she runs away, terrified,
because she's afraid to see.</i>

6th of January:

She came back.

An acute state of depression.

I know that I'm not a good wife,
nor a good lover...

nor a good mother.

And a bad patient, too.

Why didn't you send me away the
moment I became untreatable?

A hopeless case.

Well...

these are your assumptions...

not mine.

Do you like me, Doctor?

No, I don't interest you.

All my patients interest me.

And I feel a genuine affection...

for all of them.

Affection, like everyone else.

See, in therapy...

you relive every emotional,
impressionable situation...

that you've lived at other
moments of your life.

Even this love that...

that you want from me.

Deep down it's nothing but
the love that perhaps...

you never received from your loved ones.

I can't stand listening to you speak...

with that calm and indifferent tone!

My life is like hell, I...

I don't want to relive it,
I want to forget!

It's better to remember.

To retrace the road traveled
day by day, hour by hour...

if you want to find the point
where things fell apart.

Many areas of your life are
still shrouded in darkness...

a darkness full of ghosts.

Therefore, this therapy...

is to help you shed light on it...

because you might find out that
what you think are ghosts...

are really nothing but...

things that have happened...

feelings...

human beings, real things...

anyway...

that you can and should...

confront in the reality of today.

All it takes is a little courage.

While you're a victim of fear...

any bush in the night...

can seem like a monster.

What is it about that
friend of yours, Luisa?

She's become another one
of your ghosts, hasn't she?

Are you afraid to answer?

No, I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

I just prefer not to remember.

But I can't.

It's all in front of my eyes.

Hi, Jean.

Hi.

Augusta told me that Luisa has
gone out. Where did she go?

I don't know, she didn't tell me.

I'll wait for her.

What are you drawing?

A fireplace.

For whom?

For Mrs. Ruggieri.

But that won't do at all.

I explained it all to Luisa.

I wanted a fireplace
incorporated into the bookcase....

up against the wall...

with a simple frame in copper or bronze.

You wanted?

And who are you to want,
to give orders?

Do you really think you've
become the boss around here?

That everyone has to obey you?

But Jean, I...

You're arrogant and conceited...

but it won't last long.

Do you think Luisa loves you?

That she's dominated by you?

You're mistaken!

You'll suffer just as I do.

She'll destroy you...

just like she destroyed me.

Jean, what are you saying?
Have you gone mad?

Don't listen to her, Piera.

She's simply drunk.

Piera!

Get up!

And what will you do now?

I want to be happy.

That depends on what you
consider happiness to be.

My mother is a happy woman.

I want to live as she lives.

When something isn't right, she changes it.

House, car, dog, and anything else.

Have you seen your husband?

Yes, he called me and insisted we meet.

<i>We spoke for a long time...</i>

<i>well, he spoke.</i>

Part of the blame is mine.

I'm the first to admit that.

I neglected you too often.

All I thought about was my work.

I thought that...

loving you would be enough,
instead of trying to understand you.

Though you made mistakes, too.

Why didn't you ever tell me anything?

You acted like a teacher...

that never tells his pupil off.

You never say: "You're wrong"...

"Try to understand", "study"...

and at the end of the year you fail him.

No, I wasn't the teacher.

I was the pupil.

Piera...

Why don't we try to live together again?

It went wrong, Andrea.

We're not the first,
if that's any consolation.

What is it that went wrong?

Nothing and everything.

Things that can't be explained.

I wasn't happy with you...

or at least, I wasn't anymore.

Since when?

I know what you're thinking,
but you're mistaken.

My friendship with that person...

has nothing to do with it.

"That person", you don't even
have to courage to use her name.

As people do with certain diseases
that they're afraid of...

or ashamed of.

When I told you on the telephone
that it would be useless to see you...

it was because I knew that we'd
end up saying unpleasant things.

Evidently, I still don't have your experience.

I've not left many wives or lovers.

You'll learn, I'm learning.

Too late, Andrea.

Perhaps you should have started sooner.

You despise me, don't you?

Why should I despise you?

You think I'm a whore.

I've never called you that.

But you think it.

Because now you know that I have lovers.

That I go to bed with everyone.

Why shouldn't I, anyway?

And are you happy now?

Of course.

Happy and unhappy just like
every other human being.

Dear Doctor, I'm not a good patient.

When you asked me to say everything
that was going through my head...

and to not be critical with my thoughts...

I disobeyed you.

I'd tell you what I wanted to tell you...

and keep what I wanted hidden a secret.

But our sessions have been
helpful to me all the same.

I've found out that not you nor
anyone else can do anything for me.

I haven't been able to find anything
to attach myself to in life.

Dr. Borghi to see you, Sir.

How are you, Sir?
One might say that here...

the future has already started.
- But outside here...

Of course.
- There's the present, unfortunately.

And this ex-voto over here?

They're instruments that indicate...

the position of the
control rods in the reactors.

Don't you ever get confused?

No, it's more simple than it seems.

Temperature of the graphite,
of the uranium and gas...

inside the core of the reactor...

that are essential for operation.

And what are these?

These are instruments that
indicate and register...

the reaction of the exchangers...

that are controlled from this desk.

Hello.

And what are you doing now?

I'm checking the temperature
of one of the turbines.

There's no danger, is there?
- No, no.

Every potential circumstance has
been predicted and accounted for.

Though there is an unknown quantity,
just like there is in life.

After you.
- Thank you.

Talk to me about my wife,
tell me everything you know.

Unfortunately, I don't have
much to tell you.

I only saw her a few times,
as I said yesterday.

I couldn't help her much.

Of course, the failure of her
parents' marriage...

their life, their behaviour
that was so irregular...

contributed to her neurosis.

She didn't know how to love...

and she desperately wanted to.

You physicists are better than us.

You've managed to control
the energy of matter...

and to use it.

Instead, we still grope about in the dark.

Men are like children playing with razors.

The day on which man...

manages to control his subconscious...

as he controls his conscience...

will be the dawn of a great era...

comparable in importance only to that...

in which man became aware of himself.

Do you think that...

the friendship with Luisa Crivelli...

had a negative effect on my wife?

Luisa Crivelli?

Ah, I don't know...

I've never heard this name.

I know she didn't tell me the truth.

Who knows, perhaps she did well.

Besides...

what's the use...

in knowing the truth?