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Is there a bathroom?

If you'd asked earlier, there's the VIP lounge.

I need it now.

-Then we have to go back. -We're very late.

If you want, there's a service toilet.

REAL-TIME POLLS

Oliveri!

You know why you can't find words?

Because you've never had a fucking thing to say.

Ever!

Don't you see, you're ruining the Party

and we won't let you?

Get out of here, you gotta get lost.

You gotta get out of here!

Get out of here, understand?

You're the scourge they sent to shut us up,

to make us innocuous slaves forever, but time will tell, Mr. Secretary.

Sooner or later the shame will paralyze you!

In obscura nocte sidera micant.

Get out of here, understand?

Even Jesus Christ didn't want to be killed without a trial,

because it's far more ignominious to die

through judgment, than through revolt…

which is unjust.

Would tomorrow be all right?

Thank you.

Her name's Federica Civatti.

She's 44, none of our people had ever seen her.

They sent her on purpose.

-You mean them? -Who else?

Why did she use Latin?

She's a high school teacher.

Here's the data for tomorrow's meeting of the European Left-wingers,

there's the rough draft of a speech.

Something to tell me?

Nothing.

Bye, Andrea, take care.

Yes?

Hi, I called earlier, but the phone was off.

I just got back.

I'm in Beijing, the conference just closed.

I'm exhausted.

There was a reception at the Embassy tonight,

I didn't want to go, but I had to.

And you, how are you?

Nothing special.

I'm going to bed early, as usual.

I saw that woman contesting you on TV news.

Are you listening?

-Certainly. -You're tired, aren't you?

Don't take it hard, you know what this country's like.

Please, get a good night's sleep. Kisses.

-Kisses to you too. -Bye.

Sorry, it's so late.

Come in.

I can't sleep anyway.

You're scared.

You're worried.

And you'd like to be consoled.

But unfortunately, that's impossible.

We were blinded.

We were assholes to go with him.

There were no alternatives, he's still the best.

He's so good that he'll save us from a long agony.

What do you mean?

After him…

there will be no trace of us.

VIEW COMMENTS

OPPOSITION IS DEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT

YOU TALK ABOUT CHANGE, BUT PARTY LEADERS HAVE TO CHANGE FIRST

WE'VE HAD IT, THE SAME STORY EVERY YEAR!

RIDICULOUS AND PITIFUL

You've reached the answering machine…

-Rocchi, where are you? -I'm at home, why?

The Senator told me not to pick him up,

that he'd come on his own.

-Has he changed his mind? -Why didn't you tell me?

The Senator said he'd already told you. Should I come?

No, stay there.

I might call you back.

What? He was calm last night, he was going to bed, what happened?

Nothing, Anna, just a hitch, he must be on his way.

Forgive me for calling, have a good trip.

Andrea, what's going on?

-Nothing… -Why isn't he here?

-He felt ill, he's not coming. -You're kidding?

No, I swear.

-I want to talk to him. -He can't now.

-Why, where is he? -Seeing a doctor.

He'll let me know later.

We need to communicate we've had a mishap.

Of course.

Enrico?

I'll take a look.

OLIVERI CONTESTED AT THE ASSEMBLY

A message from the Senator?

It's something I left here.

-Shall we go? -Yes, of course.

"I'm ready to fight,

but I need a few days alone to get myself together.

Andrea will find the way to justify my absence,

without creating alarm…"

Do you hear me?

Certainly, go on.

"I'll be in touch as soon as possible, don't worry,

it's the price a public figure has to pay."

That's it.

-Where could he have gone? -I have no idea.

Can't you think of anyone? A friend…

A politician has no friends.

What's his name?

Enrico, he's an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

He hasn't said a word since he came.

He just needs a little rest, I think.

Danielle.

I'm sorry I dropped in on you so suddenly.

I must have embarrassed you.

I need a few days to breathe.

Sure.

You think I'm making a mistake, the truth.

Yes.

I think you're running, and that's a mistake.

I'm not running.

I'm aware of the consequences I'll be unleashing in Rome

and I want to see what these assholes will do without me.

You're better without glasses.

Where are your husband and daughter?

They leave early, she goes to school, he goes to work.

-What does he do? -He's a director.

Television?

Movies.

Do I know him?

Mung.

He's one of my favorite directors.

You're not the only one, he's adored like a rockstar.

-Did you tell him about me? -Of course.

And what did he say?

That you've got a great face.

Hello, everyone.

I think it's clear to all, the reasons and urgency of today's meeting

in light of the Secretary's health.

We have to organize a brief substitution

which, needless to say,

comes at a particularly difficult moment.

Sorry I'm late.

I had to do photocopies of the Secretary's speech.

I want you to receive his voice loud and clear today too.

Bottini, tell us something.

We're hanging on your every word.

Enrico is well, he sends greetings,

and you'll be pleased to know

he'll return to his commitments in a few days.

How many?

We don't know, the doctors say a few days,

the usual caution.

Why doesn't he release an interview?

This way people might think it's something more serious.

First, for understandable reasons of personal reserve

and then there's also an extremely lucid political evaluation,

meaning, the image of his recovery might make one think

of a party in the worst of health.

Unfortunately, things are different than you intellectuals see them.

For me, this ill health is an unexpected boon,

so why not make the most of it?

People love gossip.

They love shit too, but not for that do we give it to them.

I say we talk directly with him.

Meantime let's have him feel our affection,

later we can face the problem of public opinion with him.

-Shall we call him? -I will.

No, I'll call him.

I'm away, I can't answer at this time, it's perfectly useless to leave a message.

Too much tension, too many sneak attacks.

-He'll be in touch with you. -I don't think so.

Maybe there is someone who could help us.

-Who? -Giovanni, his brother.

The professor? But isn't he…

No, he's out of the asylum, they say he's harmless.

The only time he mentioned him, he said they don't see one another.

Do you know why?

I don't know a thing about his youth,

only the idiocies they put in the paper:

the listless child prodigy, his passion for films,

the sudden craze for politics.

Idiocies.

In a moment the President will pass through the Map Room

and can meet with you.

If you'll follow me.

Thank you.

Mr. President…

Thank you.

I'd say things aren't very clear.

Is he really ill?

Of course, it's just a small operation.

A silly thing that won't leave consequences.

Then why all the mystery?

I've known Oliveri since he first started in politics.

The country can't allow absenteeism of the opposition.

Some are just waiting to take advantage of it.

The Secretary is aware of this.

I assure you, it's a question of days.

Sudden ill health has required a few days recovery

for Senator Enrico Oliveri, Secretary of the major opposition Party.

Oliveri's health problem isn't known.

His aides are talking about fatigue.

The slender 50-year-old Senator,

has always enjoyed good health.

The President of the Republic

has wished him a speedy recovery.

THE ILLUSION OF LIVING

GIOVANNI ERNANI IS THE PEN-NAME OF A FAMOUS PHILOSOPHER

Who is it?

Hello, I'm looking for information on a patient of yours,

Professor Giovanni Ernani.

See those houses?

I'm looking for Professor Ernani.

Why are you looking for him?

It's a very long story,

it's a private matter, personal.

I'm sorry, the professor is not in.

It's about his brother, Enrico.

Has he died?

No, good heavens.

Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

Why should I have been frightened?

Can't I come in? Can't we talk?

If you like…

Come in, leave the door open.

As you see, I'm not prepared to receive guests.

Do you like books? Take it.

It may seem a bit difficult at first,

but you'll find that even someone like you can understand it.

-Take it. -Thank you.

I wanted to ask you…

If we really must talk, there's a nice little restaurant nearby.

You know, in the clinic by this time, I'd already finished dinner.

-He's not dining? -He's not hungry.

Poor thing, tell him to come,

he can't stay in his room!

He can come, he's not locked in.

He's found the ideal arrangement.

He could take a walk in the evening.

Why not in daytime too?

He's a bit special.

No one must know he's in Paris.

They might recognize him.

Why? Who is he?

He's an important Italian politician.

Like… Hollande and Sarkozy?

Like Obama!

My name is Mung, please sit down.

Have a seat.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you all,

but my medicine has run out.

If there's an open pharmacy…

I'll go, it's wiser.

No, I'd rather take a little walk,

besides, I don't think it's very risky at night.

I'll come too, to get some fresh air.

Thank you, very kind.

Professor, I don't know how you can help us.

He must have asked someone for hospitality.

Surely he's not someone from your circle.

It's very hard to get into his head.

Enrico has never really been able to be himself.

Excuse me.

Senator!

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Could we have a few words?

Maybe a short interview.

Obviously before I print it, I'll have you read it.

-Please sit down. -Thank you.

This gray hair of yours

is it due to your recent illness?

It's a message to Italians: be honest, stop coloring.

-He'll be home in a few days. -There are no margins of time.

The doctor has advised a few days of rest.

Your electorate have little reason to rejoice.

I've read quite severe criticism on both your blog and the Party's.

My electorate do well to tire of me, I'm often tired of them.

Maybe I shouldn't write that.

No, actually, write this too.

If politicians are mediocre, it's because their electorates are too,

If they're thieves, it's because their electorates are, or want to be.

You have to put me in contact with him right away.

You know I'm the only one he trusts.

Andrea?

There's always something to root out from the past of the powerful.

And there's always a powerful person who, at the right moment, can be nailed.

Fear is the music of democracy.

Fear.

The powerful try to challenge it.

They think they can dominate it. They're attracted to it.

That's why no Western democracy can do without a Secret Service.

And that's why politicians

sooner or later try to falsify their biographies.

Look-alikes, copies, tricks.

In the Chamber, not one idiot knows he's an idiot.

Now let me eat in peace.

I can't thank you enough, I hope I haven't disturbed you.

You're welcome.

Listen…

What fucking illness did he have?

He's another man!

This interview will be a bombshell.

He totally fell for it! I haven't played that game for years.

As kids, my brother and I would exchange places a lot.

I could imitate him without getting caught, he couldn't.

What's that journalist's name?

Arrighi, from Corriere Della Sera.

You don't mind if they print an article, do you?

It might even be useful to you.

What is it?

-Did you hear from him? -Not exactly.

But maybe I've found a solution.

But you have to agree.

Ok.

And you know why? To spite him.

But watch out, you're putting the Party in a madman's hands.

He might be crazy, but he has method.

And he's funny too.

How do you do.

Giovanni Ernani.

Anna Oliveri.

Will you show him the house, his room?

Can I leave you two alone?

Please excuse me.

If you like it, I thought you could stay here.

Come on, my dear, let's be more informal.

This will be your wardrobe.

As you see, Enrico took practically nothing with him.

His glasses are here.

Did I scare you?

You look just like him.

Yes, If I want, I can be.

Do you have servants?

There's a woman who comes for a few hours.

Your brother doesn't like having people.

I don't mind, maybe you could ask her to stay all day.

Are you leaving him here?

I certainly can't take him with me!

I wouldn't have the time.

I can't worry about him while I work.

I mean, I'm not his nanny!

But he's here for you!

You're one of my favorite filmmakers.

Danielle told me.

I never thought I had a fan among Italian politicians.

Maybe I'm an exception.

Politics and cinema are similar,

bluffing and genius co-exist in both,

and it's hard to tell them apart.

Here we are.

This medicine doesn't exist here,

I can give you an equivalent,

but tell me what it's for.

You suffer from depression, right?

Yes, he suffers from depression.

I'm sorry…

This piano is mine, did you know?

I didn't.

-Your husband never learned. -I've never heard him play.

I'm sorry I woke you.

No problem.

Well, Sir, the Senator's back.

Of course.

So much the better.

Welcome back, Senator.

We can go.

Here's the interview.

Oh yeah?

FEAR IS THE MUSIC OF DEMOCRACY

I don't like the picture.

Doesn't look anything like me!

The interview is exceptional, brilliant.

Hegel said that reading the papers…

Is a layman's prayer.

Yes, real crap.

I never read them.

They'll ask what your illness was.

Let's try to stay with what we said.

What should I talk about?

Here's the speech, just read it.

It's a forum organized by the faculty of Economics, full of young people.

Taking the floor will be an economist, a union leader

and one of those journalists who know everything

and don't understand a thing, and Rezza from the government.

They want to know the direction we're headed

and if we're willing to do a mea culpa on the social pact.

I think I'll improvise.

-Are you crazy? -Yes, so they say.

Is it true you're resigning?

Have you read the polls?

You return from a mysterious absence and immediately astound us

by proposing a change of line.

Is it remorse for the disastrous outcome of your office,

a late admission of guilt?

What newspaper is he with?

I'm Corsini, you know me very well.

Tell me the truth, do you ever tell the truth?

What does that mean?

I've just told the truth about my Party.

Would you write the truth about your publisher?

We're an independent newspaper.

Sure, the front page says "Independent", you lie from the outset.

Do you know Epimenides' liar paradox?

I asked you a question.

I've just shown it doesn't merit an answer.

Another question…

Isn't it too heavy?

I'll get the key from the neighbor.

Keep an eye on him, no funny stuff from him.

Today I'll talk to you…

about catastrophes.

A great French philosopher once said that catastrophes

are the only true resources of the South.

They're the only resources…

ERNANI SHOWS NO FORMS OF DELUSIONS AND WILL BE RELEASED

CONTINUE THE THERAPY WITH LEMIDAL

Our society seems to have no other program but to live on the brink of an abyss.

All we hear of are new catastrophes,

real and presumed.

We are witnessing politics and industry

thrive on catastrophes.

I wonder how people can tolerate all this.

And in fact, I'm starting to have my fill.

But, speaking of catastrophes,

I'd like to say a word also…

about my Party.

We…

who should be the first

to oppose these goings-on,

we've been too soft, uncertain,

undecided, unreliable, open.

In a word, accessories.

We haven't had…

a clear voice.

Even if sometimes someone tried to talk,

people didn't hear a thing.

I assure you it will no longer be like that, from now on.

I am here…

so that tomorrow it can't be said:

"The times were dark…

because they remained silent."

Mommy says you're longtime friends.

Yes.

For about…

25 years.

We met in Cannes.

Did you love cinema too?

Yes.

Were you together?

Look.

Daddy said you still love Mommy.

He knows by how you look at her.

Senator, welcome back!

-Everything all right? -Very well, thank you.

We see you're back in wonderful form, it's a pleasure.

You're another man.

So different, that when I heard your criticism of the Party,

I doubted it was you who brought us to this point.

Who says I'm the same person?

Nolfo called me.

He's worried by our silence,

by the rumors circulating on your absence.

Without an alliance with Nolfo's center group,

we'll lose the elections.

It's spring.

Light veils of fog…

envelope the nameless mountain.

Is it mine.

This figure with back turned,

walking away in the rain?

There he is!

Hello, Senator.

Welcome back.

What is the Party decision regarding election alliances?

Let me ask you a question:

to defeat this government, the worst in our history,

is it allowable to ally oneself even with the devil?

-Who's the devil, Nolfo? -No.

I mean the devil in person, he exists.

But this country of Catholics has always preferred surrogates.

Besides, I fear the devil is already an ally of our adversary.

In concrete, will you make this alliance or not?

Consensus is a serious thing, it has nothing to do with alliances.

The only alliance possible today is with people's consciences.

Is it mine, this figure with back turned,

walking away…

in the fog?

In the rain.

Is it a riddle?

It's a haiku.

Have you seen Danielle?

The script supervisor?

-Upstairs. -Thanks.

Close the door.

You can't stay here!

Wait downstairs.

WORDS WERE NEVER SO CLEAR

-You look good, you're elegant. -Thank you.

Hello?

What is it?

You can hear breathing.

It's you.

Hello, I'm Marà, Danielle sends me.

Come, the shooting's starting now.

Don't make a sound, don't move,

or they'll blame me.

You'll see, it's a particular scene.

Hello, Senator.

A huge crowd is waiting outside.

Good.

Goodbye.

Don't look at me like that.

Someone might notice.

Besides that affair is over, right?

What is it, Bottini?

The President of the Republic wants to meet with you next week.

I couldn't avoid it.

Fine.

You'll have to go alone, it's a reserved meeting.

Even better.

-Bye, Enrico. -Good afternoon, my dear.

-Do you need anything? -No.

I'm going out…

-See you tomorrow. -And your appointments?

I'm busy this afternoon, cancel all my engagements.

This place is really crap, who made it like this?

What? You did!

You were so happy when we inaugurated it.

Where are you rushing off to?

Have you ever been young, or were you born like this?

-Who is it? -Giovanni.

Bottini, let me present my friends.

I had a bad dream, but it's gone now.

Thank you.

Do you have children?

Can you drive?

Yes… why?

I have to meet my friends to then go skiing.

Mom asked a driver to take me.

Would you take me?

Of course!

You can turn out the light.

Good night.

-Do you go the movies? -Not really.

The last time was… three years ago.

You politicians don't live healthy!

That's true.

I try to see four films a week.

Your mother was like you.

This week I saw…

E.T., Great Expectations,

Avatar and…

Last Tango in Paris.

That's for adults, don't you think?

I was sure of it! You and sex don't get along!

Hello.

-I'm Simon's mother. -Hello.

-Are you with Hélène? -Yes.

I know you!

-You're on TV! -You're mistaken.

-I'll miss you so much. -I'll miss you too.

Have a good trip.

You too!

No, you too.

My dear old friend is back.

I was fearful for you

and for us all.

There aren't many of us who reason.

I see only who's gone gaga, thieves,

and bankers.

You put it well: it's a catastrophe.

But we're being asked for concrete action.

What would you do?

I wouldn't step on the dignity of the defenseless.

If Europe and the world have become a wretched market, who are we?

Who are you?

But it's not my fault, it's politics that has…

has disappeared.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Is it better to be present as if we'd already disappeared…?

Where are you going?

Or disappear entirely to come back to being?

Where are you?

He disappeared!

How do you feel?

Don't ask about me, it's not worth it.

Tell me something about yourself.

Well… you've seen, haven't you?

The rest did our secretary good, who is coming up in the polls.

Don't screw around with me!

Until the other day, Oliveri was a wet rag.

Now he's a shark who rails against them all.

I don't believe in miracles.

If I tell you, you'll be the only one to know besides myself, up to it?

If you don't trust someone in this state, who do you trust?

I'll tell you the truth only because you're dying.

We're in the shit!

And we're under pressure today.

-What happened? -Michel felt ill.

-Who's Michel? -The assistant prop-man.

Are you ready, Enrico?

One, two, three…

Gently.

All right?

I didn't think you were so good.

Come swimming with me tonight, I have the pool keys.

But we have to go after nine,

when the clientele can't go.

Madame Chancellor awaits you, please.

I'm very pleased to meet you

and exchange opinions

on the difficult situation we find ourselves in.

Your words, always surprising in these dark times,

have become a light for us.

You're cryptic, you know?

Meaning?

You always seem out of place.

Not always.

Now, for example, here…

I feel fine.

You seem like you've lost something.

What did you do to your hair?

It's gray!

Can I stay?

Of course.

Your feet are cold.

Like always.

-You look good with gray hair. -I do?

It makes you look like…

a philosopher.

A poet.

It does?

-Unpredictable, huh? -Yes, a little crazy.

A visionary.

Hi, Giovanni, how are you?

Quiet!

Don't you have anything to tell me?

-Why, should I? -What are you up to with Marà?

With Marà?

I won't tell you.

Then don't.

You should ruffle your hair a little.

You'd look better.

De Bellis called.

He'd like to invite you to dinner after the closing rally.

He'd like to have a chat.

What would my brother do?

He'd smell the trap and wouldn't go.

Instead, I will.

What is it?

Sooner or later your brother will be back.

And you wouldn't like that, right?

I wouldn't like that.

I want to confess something.

The very thought gives me shivers.

I'd vote for a man like you.

And you feel guilty about it.

Don't worry.

It happens.

It happens when you're afraid of winning.

Let's be less formal, Andrea.

See all the people?

We haven't drawn a crowd like that in years.

There's a word which is especially dear to me.

And it's not here.

Passion.

A key word not only for politics, but also for life.

Listen, I'm talking directly to you.

You say:

things are going bad for us,

darkness is enveloping,

strength wanes.

After working for so many years, we're now in a more difficult situation

than when we began.

And the enemy stands before us, more powerful than ever.

His strength seems to have grown.

He's taken on an invincible appearance.

And we've made mistakes.

We can't deny it.

There are fewer and fewer of us.

Our words are confused.

The enemy has twisted part of our words,

making them unrecognizable.

What is wrong,

false,

in what we've said?

Something, everything?

What can we still count on?

Are we survivors,

carried by the current?

Do we stay behind no longer understanding anyone…

and understood by no one?

Or do we have to count…

on good fortune?

That's what you're asking.

Expect no answer…

but your own.

I've never seen you eat with such appetite.

Actually, I've never seen you eat in all the time I've known you.

What happening to you? You talk about passion.

This morning you actually almost moved me.

It would have been a miracle.

What's your aim?

This is a country that's tired, rotten, scared.

We can't allow ourselves to be naive.

I…

might be useful to you.

I don't know what you can do alone.

Free Italians from fear.

Fear?

Interesting.

And laudable.

But I know you well.

I know that this sudden exuberance,

this cutting speech,

and, I'll admit, truly effective,

doesn't belong to you.

It's not in your DNA.

Meaning?

An eminent politician once told me about his experience

with certain chemical substances.

He said they were a formidable help

and resolve certain personality disorders.

I'd say it's certain that you are…

on something strong.

Why don't you propose an anti-doping test?

-I have no objection. -Excellent idea.

I really mean it.

What underlies all this?

You see, De Bellis,

what you don't see is something much bigger's happening.

But the people understand it very well.

Even the Party elephants know the tune's changing.

Resign yourself to it.

To what?

We'll win this time.

They called her Bocca di Rosa She put love

They called her Bocca di Rosa She put love before everything

She got off at the station In the village of Sant'Ilario

Everyone knew at a glance She was not a missionary

Some make love out of boredom Some make it their profession

Bocca di Rosa did neither She did it for passion

Go along, I'll catch up.

Bertrand asked me to buy him a box of colors.

Yes?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Who are you?

A time-waster? Is this a joke?

Hello?

Hello?

It's me.

How are you, Giovanni?

Are you well?

I want to thank you.

-Here's your pill. -I've taken it.

-Who was it? -Like to go out? It's a great day!

Can you?

No, but I haven't seen the sea for so long.

But where's Enrico?

Enrico!

Where is he?

-He's coming. -Danielle, find him for me.

Calm down.

-Hello! -I wanted to surprise Danielle.

As you can see: zero autonomy.

-The country has done you good! -Thanks.

I see why Danielle loved you.

You're another man!

I show you something. I was researching for a new film.

Come here.

Under what conditions would you soften your position?

Personally, under no conditions.

It's not a question of bargaining, wrangling.

There must be no interruptions.

Therefore it's an ethical, moral matter.

It's also respect for oneself, not only for us writers

who are story narrators by profession,

the inventors of characters

who cannot be subjected to continuous aggression,

this barbaric devilry.

Out of respect for ourselves.

How can you respect yourself,

while continuously receiving blows, spit and insults?

Fellini fought so that indecency would not become a habit.

When the TV channels went to spy on his death,

their real mission was to announce the end of a world

and the birth of a new cycle.

Politics…

as the constant invention of reality.

As deception.

You struck me, Enrico.

You bear witness to a failure involving us all.

Would you chop the onion?

Of course.

I'll make a curry pilaf.

It's Danielle's favorite dish.

Does your film have a storyline?

I don't like films with storylines.

Hi, darling.

How are you?

I found it in the closet, he'd hidden it.

Who is she?

She was our girlfriend.

I never thought I find myself mixed up in your games again.

You shouldn't have done it to me.

It wasn't my idea, the ones in the Party in Rome did it all.

But you lent yourself to it.

Maybe I was wrong to help you.

You saved me.

You told me you didn't see your brother anymore.

In fact, I haven't seen him for 25 years.

-You? -Haven't seen him again since then.

-Since Cannes? -Yes!

That book is the only message he's sent me in all these years.

Hélène showed me the picture you keep of you with him.

She thought it was me in the picture.

And so?

You've never forgotten him.

But I never forget anyone.

I carry inside me all the men I've loved.

I haven't forgotten you either.

Or else you wouldn't be here with me now.

I loved you both.

I don't believe you.

And yet it's true.

I loved your right eye…

and his left one.

Giovanni, are you here?

Andrea…

Anna, what is it?

What's the matter?

He's disappeared.

Again.

Hello?

Andrea?

-Were you sleeping? -No.

Where did you two go?

-Have you seen the polls? -No.

Enrico is ripping him to shreds.

I can't wait to see the news editors' faces tomorrow.

Where is he? The President's looking for him.

-Andrea? -I'm here.

What's wrong?

Your voice is strange.

There's nothing wrong.

He's already in bed, you know him.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

Thanks for the good news, I'm glad.

Bye, good night.

Bye.

Excuse me, I'm dead tired.

I've to be on the set tomorrow at six, I'm off to bed.

Good night, darling.

In Rome, Oliveri's triumphant rally

at which he recited a Brecht poem by heart,

has inverted the tendency

and instilled courage in Leftists

for the next elections.

"Dear Danielle,

it was wonderful seeing you again.

It was a great pleasure seeing your work up close.

You've been entrusted with a very delicate mission.

To protect the order of events from approximation, senselessness.

Farewells make me sad. Give Hélène a kiss for me.

Say goodbye for me to the friends of the crew,

especially Bertrand and Marà, who taught me so much.

And remember me."

You scared me to death!

Fuck, you seemed dead!

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

THE LONG ITALIAN NIGHT IS ENDING

OLIVERI HAS RE-LIGHTED HOPE FOR ITALIANS

Is that you, Andrea?

Where were you? I've been looking for you all night.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Have you seen the polls?

We'll win this time.

Pascal gambled on the existence of God by calculating probability.

We politicians gamble on the sense of history.

You preferred to gamble on a madman.

You must be tired.

Why don't you get some rest?

We have lots of things to do.