All language subtitles for Sweet Body of Bianca.1983.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

They connected
the light and the gas yesterday.

I told you he'd move in today.
And you're there.

Hi, I'm Siro Siri

Michele... hello.

- A friend of mine, lovely
as the sun. Michele, Chantal. - Hi.

A guy on the third floor
shoots at animals.

See those holes?
They are buck shot.

I can't take this any more.

Don't use that tone,

you know it irritates me. Once and
for all, let's get things straight.

Okay, you're right.

No, I'm wrong.

I carried things too far.
I'm sorry, satisfied?

I'm wrong.
You making fun of me?

Is it true that someone
takes pot shots at animals?

I haven't noticed.

I just moved in and so I...

- Are you together?
- Yes.

- Married?
- No.

When's the wedding?

Michele!

- They told me...
- What?

I should bring the spinach.

What? Don't you remember
asking me...

To wake you. Today's the first
day of school. Be punctual!

- You awake?
- We'll be quick.

I can go then?

- Everything all right?
- Yes.

My man!

Sorry I'm late.

Welcome aboard!
Join the family.

Or as I say: "The tribe".
Shall I laugh?

Yes.

I'm overjoyed at seeing you.
Know why?

Why?

Because you're young, not yet
corrupted by the establishment.

Not yet bored of teaching...

Of the mediocrity of the exams,
of the farce of grading.

You're unspoiled, I can sense it.

My intuition never fails me.

What do you say?

I'll like it here.

You will. Come, let me show you
our Barnum Circus.

Come.

Brother Limite,
Professor Fame,

our new mathematics teacher.

Care for a drink?

#A line will also appear#

#on your face#

#and then you won't have
any more...#

Your music teacher?

Edo? No, a limitless mind,
a mystery. Edo...

Good morning.

What is the square root
of 38.651.089.

6.217.

See? Bravo, continue playing.

Thank you.
#A line will also appear...#

A brain like a computer.
He can't even read or write.

A genius of sorts.

Does a bit of everything.
All lovely but useless.

Rather like pure mathematics,
purposeless, but sublime.

Our history teacher.
Honors of staff.

Gino, unexpectedly,
lost his job.

It was summer 1960,
Tambroni government.

During riots in Reggio Emilia, 5 or
6 people were killed by the police

and Gino was sad.

He found a beautiful girl
and left for Sicily,

for a little village
in the heart of the Mediterranean.

The sun, the love,
the seawater, the body.

When he returned to Milan
at the end of the month,

all he had was the money
for a bus ticket

and a scrap of paper on which
he had scribbled some notes. These.

#When you are here with me#

#this room no longer has...#

#any walls, only trees,#

#trees to infinity.#

#When you are here with me...#

- Prepare the lessons!
- Silence!

You're nothing but an ignoramus,
ridiculous and pathetic!

Get out!

Silence!
Or I'll have you all suspended!

Professor, come here. We like
our teachers to keep up-to-date.

- What's going on? -I'm trying
to... form their characters.

Hear that?
How many times I've told you

you're not here to form,
but to inform.

Is it true you read them poems
you dedicated to your wife?

Simple things...
sonnets, nothing special.

Fire him. We don't want
to see him anymore!

- Back to work.
- Good day.

Our crowing jewel, a truly
revolutionary innovation.

A psychotherapist, a psychologist.

My pleasure.

I'd say students need you.

Not really.

Not the students, but the faculty.
He's here for you.

- For me?
- Of course,

For all of you... of us.

Excluding Vassallo.

Just met him. He won't have
anything to do with it.

- You have an appointment?
- I'm new here.

Well, set one up with Edo,
our secretary. Good-bye.

Oh, no! Ants!

You're evasive.

What are you talking about?
Argument finished.

I want respect,
to be told the truth.

Are you being truthful?

Please, don't argue.

Look at me!

Stop it, he's watching us.

I wanted a sweater made.

Good morning.
I'd like a sweater.

A simple V-neck. You'll need my
measurements, I have pectus carinatum.

It's not easy.

- What?
- Pectus carinatum. Look!

Can I come over some day soon?

A man's height equals
the extension of his arms.

From here to there.
You know that?

- Yes.
- Put them down.

- You've been here...?
- Five years.

- Any children?
- That's all we need!

What's that mean: "That's all
we need!"? No one's having kids.

- Really?
- This won't get us anywhere.

Keep your arm like this.

You met at school?
When you were 15,

you grew up together,
you changed together.

No, not this one.
Her parents invited you to dinner...

No, not at school.

No? Pity. Where?

- On the beach.
- On the beach?

- Massimiliano was a lifeguard.
- A lifeguard?

Just that summer to make money.

I see. Now you have this job
and you're happy...

Grey's more suitable.

It's ready in two weeks.

Hope you've made up by then.

- I'll show you out.
- I'll show myself out.

Bye.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-L-M.

Now then... Lamberto, Leonardo, Marco,
Maria, Marina, Marta e Nicola.

Marta and Nicola together?
Marta and Nicola together. Why?

Massimiliano and Aurora Giacomelli.

Marta, what are you doing
next to Nicola?

Why?

Nicola... Christmas 1980.
Met at Carlo's. Was with Gabriella.

Often walks his dog at piazza Mazzini,
always looking for an apartment.

Lived three months with Anna,
then went home to Mama.

Nicola should be listed under N.

Hello, Marta? How are things?
It's me, Michele. How's Nicola?

Haven't seen him in a month.

A month, is it?
Very interesting.

I know he's there!

And you're more than good friends!

No one must hide
anything from me, no one!

- He hung up.
- Who was it?

Michele. He's incredible.
We'll never get rid of him.

I hope you like mathematics.

and that we can work together
without any problems

although our work will be that
of solving problems.

Let's get to know each other.
Should anyone have any questions

speak up freely.

We have
an intra-disciplinary group

studying relationships between
science, art and literature.

We're interested in the magic square

represented in Albrecht Dürer's
painting "Melancholy".

Yes, I know it.

During the Renaissance they were
convinced that the 4x4 magic square

could overcome sentiments
of melancholy and sadness.

- Really? Very interesting...
- May I?

Our professor explained that Dürer
dated the picture at the bottom

and it was, in fact, painted
in 1514. You following me?

Yes.

How does one always get 34

adding up every line,
column and diagonal?

- Always 34? - Yes,
if you could explain it to us...

It's not in the syllabus,
and then it may not interest everyone.

- We're interested.
- Explain it!

Wouldn't it be better
to get to know each other first?

Professor,
you're not obliged to do it.

Yes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How are things?
- Fine.

- What did you do?
- Some shopping...

- Why were you late?
- I had some things to do.

It should... now be clear
why at infinity

a straight line
and curve will meet.

What are you doing?

Changing seats.

- Why?
- Just like that.

- Just by chance?
- By chance.

- Or necessity?
- I don't know. May I sit down?

- Stand up! What is necessity?
- What is it?

Anyone here know the answer?

To be closer to the blackboard,
that's why I changed places.

- Your opinion?
- To be closer.

- To whom?
- To the blackboard.

- Then go together.
- To the blackboard?

No, go home. Goodbye.

Hello? Hi, tell me.

Yes. All right.

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

From here
you could have seen everything.

- Yes, but...
- But you didn't.

Were there unusual
comings and goings recently?

Unexpected visitors, shouts,
quarrels? Anything strange?

Nothing. Not that I noticed.

I'll go down with you.

- Why all those shoes?
- Huh?

- All the same. Why?
- You're right. Why?

I...

Sorry. It's a professional
idiosyncrasy.

I'll go see the neighbors.

Good luck!

- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

Where? On vacation?

Nowhere. I'm the one
who's leaving. We're separating.

What?

We've talked it over
and now we've finally decided.

Where will you stay?

With friends,
till I find a place.

But this is your place.

Ignazio?

Maria's leaving
and don't you care?

But we agree.

- I brought some pastries.
- And the champagne?

Listen, you'd drag her
to your parents every weekend.

with your family
always butting in.

Maria was bound...

Forget your fixations.

Try to understand
what's actually happening.

- What's happening?
- We can't stand each other anymore.

Nine years together
just a misunderstanding?

Ignazio, give it more thought,
both of you.

I've been out there two hours.
Forget it.

Keep at it! You're bound
to arouse curiosity.

Someone reading Proust
in a rowboat with an umbrella.

Is an idiot.

Sooner or later
someone will approach you,

wanting to know who you are,
what you're doing.

I was watching,
you were disturbing.

Hold it. Look!

- Is yours a female?
- Yes.

Must be fate. Mine's male
You walk here often?

Every day.

They should get acquainted, then
they... might even decide to marry.

- What time is it?
- It's 5:20.

5:20. Darn!

Is yours a wind-up watch?
Mine is automatic, so it works poorly.

May I accompany you?
I'm harmless.

It's like life, you're
either automatic or wind up.

Are you crazy?

What are you doing? You're annoying us!
Are you crazy? Beat it!

Don't take offense,
but I don't think I need you. I'm fine.

I don't know why I'm here.

If you could tell me,
it'd be a good start.

Start of what?
It's the end. Good-bye!

I should study, prepare my work,
but at home I just can't do it.

And yet... I need to work.
At school at least I'm forced to do it.

At home I'll construct a cage,
of timetable, methods and obligations

within which to work.

If you want, you'll work.
Nobody can be forced to work.

It's the most difficult
thing of all.

I'll tie myself to the chair
because I have to do it,

not because I want to become
one of those men who lives alone,

but is independent, efficient,
the type who can cook spaghetti with...

- With?
- With what?

Why, you hungry?
It was only an example.

The truth is
I don't like other people.

Now you know...

Who for instance?

I've got a list here!

My neighbor: his girlfriends
are all 40 years his junior.

Perhaps the skin of a young girl,
her body, her freshness

may represent
a great deal for him.

Fine. Take note that you and I
are finished. Good day.

Is this the doctor's house,
as well as his studio?

Is he married?

I have 15 minutes left
in my session.

You're not giving
that time to him.

It's my 15 minutes!

Come on, let's get going!

First annual meeting on:

"The School
and the Italian Pop Music".

Everybody's here,
I cede the floor to our Principal:

the promoter of this initiative
which I consider fantastic.

Some advice:
don't forget your ID cards.

They allow you free entry
to the Sports Palace use the cafeteria

and toilets and...

A complimentary record.

A free record which can't be found
in the stores:

a live recording of Lucio Dalla

at the 1966 Festival of Sanremo
singing "Paff... Bum".

There will be
a five minute stop in Terni.

Don't wander off
and don't bother...

The girls.

Honor our Marilyn Monroe School!

#Ten girls for me...#

#That should be enough.#

#Ten girls for me...#

#Forgetting them is rough.#

#Blonde hair awaiting a caress
and red lips to die for.#

#Ten girls for me...
I only live for you!#

#I'd like to know who said
that I can't live without you.#

Stop!

Stop!

Our young blood program
goes forward with you.

I told the superintendent:
"I want young teachers".

Welcome to the tribe.

Good morning.
Late again, today?

I told you everything.

Not exactly.
Why did you visit them on the 7th?

For a sweater.

- Were they getting along?
- Ask him.

- Says they were in love.
- It's not true!

You haven't told me everything.
So there were problems?

No, just once they had a fight.

- Then?
- That's all, they were yelling.

- Why?
- I don't know, why?

You're trying my patience.

You tell me
that two people living together,

a couple raised their voices one day.
Sounds normal.

No, not to me. They didn't love
one another. That's my point.

- What do you think of that?
- I don't think it, I feel it.

Not bad for a math teacher.

- They're different. You didn't notice?
- Pardon?

Your shoelaces
are two different colors.

- It's true. How stupid!
Ever happen to you? - What?

- Being stupid.
- Often.

It's being alone. With my wife in
the house it wouldn't have happened.

- Your wife's...
- We're separated.

- You live alone?
- Yes.

- Do you go shopping
in the morning? - Yes.

- You eat at home?
- Almost always.

Your children, where do they eat?

They're grown. Gone.

- Your wife left you? - Who?
- Your wife. - Hey!

- 11 years ago, I get it.
You see her? - I used to.

She lives alone?

- No.
- I see.

Sorry, I'm afraid
I've been indiscreet.

It's a new sensation being
interrogated, and so insistently.

- I live alone too, so...
- So? Is this an invitation to dinner?

What's all this fuss
about independence?

- No one's truly independent.
- Am I independent?

- No!
- No. Yet I live alone.

Now I'll start hearing
about loneliness from you.

What a nice omelette!

Maria, you've always been together.

Remember, you two would talk
about a house in the country?

Where we'd never have left each other
and we all would have lived together?

Tell me,
were you off your rocker?

I mean... were you sincere
when you said it?

Everyone's gone his own way now.

But people who love one another stay
together, that's why you and Ignazio...

Listen, maybe Ignazio
hasn't filled you in on everything.

She's upset,
she was about to cry, I saw.

No false pride.
If you make the first move...

What first move?
I'm fine as I am.

No, you're not. You love Maria,
you should be together.

Look, I need to be alone
for a while... to be able...

You alone?

You don't have another woman?

- What's the difference?
- Oh, there's a difference...

- A girlfriend. What's so strange
about that? - Have you made love?

No, It's something recent...

You're still in love.
I'm certain.

- Listen, she's got someone else too.
- No! -She does.

I don't believe it. I didn't know
anything and you and Maria...

Answer.

Hello?

Hi. Yes...

No... In half an hour...
okay, okay.

Don't bring anything,
I'll take care of that...

1968 was the rehearsal year
for the world destruction,

preceding that was an era
of happiness and purity, when harmony...

Claudia Cardinale.

- Beauty.
- The Ferrari.

Collective intelligence.

Omar Sivori's
Juventus Soccer Team.

- Man in all his perfection...
- James Bond.

Reached their peak,
the apogee of Western Civilization.

- Good day.
- Hi.

You here? Aren't you going
to the conference?

No, heaven forbid!
It's for the students anyway.

Well, actually...
the entire teaching staff is present.

Not quite.

The psychologist's there too.
You know we have one.

Yes, the Principal introduced me.

- Are you going?
- No, why?

- Everyone goes to him.
- Not everyone. Do you?

Me, no! They say he's good,
although I feel...

I don't really think I need him.

Is it possible
they haven't a French edition of...

- What's wrong?
- Your shoes are beautiful.

Nobody's ever told me that.
You're right. They're nice.

They're downright beautiful.
I usually don't like high heeled shoes...

They're comfortable,
I like walking.

- I know.
- You know?

I imagined as much.

Want one?

They are all for me.
You only get 12 in an ounce.

They disappear in a flash.

- Is this your first assignment?
- No, I was at Albertelli High.

- You didn't like it?
- Too far from home.

- Why, where do you live?
- At the fourth bus stop.

- You married?
- No.

- Children?
- No.

You live alone?

- With your parents?
- No.

- A girlfriend?
- No.

- Yet... you don't live alone.
- No.

I live with a man, he's 32 years old,
has a job he likes,

is very nice and very discreet.

- Meaning?
- He doesn't ask too many questions.

Is he tall, short,
handsome, ugly, thin, fat?

You've been together a long time?

And I imagine
he's a very respectable sort

in his clothes,
his relationships.

But even he has his weaknesses.
He frequents other women.

- But only for their company.
- Thanks be!

Don't make fun of me. I'm special. From small,
insignificant details, I'm able to...

- Mister Pioggia?
- Yes?

I'm supposed to see your wife
about an encyclopedia.

Sorry, she's out.
Won't be back before dinner.

I'll just come in and wait.

So here we are...

You're very different from me.

You study, work,
can stay home alone.

Bravo!

Your wife,
or what amounts to that?

Her name is Bianca.

- When will she be back?
- I told you, late.

- She told you as much?
- Of course.

Why "of course"?
She tells you everything?

We tell each other everything.

So you tell all.
You have no secrets.

What about the encyclopedia?

No, I'm sorry.
Would you like a drink?

- Of course, because you drink.
- Yes. No! In company.

And I bet you taught
your wife to drink.

Ah, here we are. You cook...

What's that?

Lamb stew.

- You shop?
- Yes.

Your kind has a favorite butcher,
gets the best cuts...

- So what? -It means when I go,
I get the worst cuts!

What's your work?

Wait a minute, I know...
I've got you figured out.

I'm convinced it's best
no carrying on like others do.

You promise?

They get along so well.
I'll never be like them.

There was no other choice
for us... really.

We can still see one another.

No, it's best we don't,
maybe later on but not now.

She's very important for you,
I sensed it.

Yes.

One little detail and I know.

- But there are other factors.
- Like what?

Many! Sincerity. I consider that
important. Is Martina sincere with you?

How do I know?

Why is she treating us like this?
Humiliating us! No, no.

- She shouldn't?
- But...

No... Come with me.

Well, then... yes...

Michele, are you taking the bus?

No! I'll be staying,
we have things to talk over.

- All right. Bye.
- Bye.

What was I saying?
You mustn't forgive her.

What mustn't I forgive?

You mustn't even if you want to,
even if you love her.

You do love her?

I like her a lot.

You like her...
Things need clarification here.

We should have dinner
with her parents

take action, evaluate things.
I have to...

Hi.

She's had her hair curled.
I already noticed that.

They always think curls
will solve everything.

They won't.
Things are deteriorating here

Problems accumulate,
and curls won't right them.

That's a very profound concept.

- I'll be going.
- Why?

- Because Martina and I...
- Hi.

Can't the three of us
go together?

It's just that I promised her
we'd spend some time together. Alone.

Right...

- Well, good-bye.
- Bye.

- Our dessert?
- On its way.

- Henri, stop reading,
put your newspaper away! -Why?

Enrico, the newspaper?
Federica!

Federica!

The dessert!

Put it away.

Matteo, you cut,
with a steady, professional hand.

Get some water.

They're very independent.
Why do they call you Mario,

rather than Dad?
Such confidence rings false.

But they're right.
I'm not their father.

When I married Isabel, she had
just divorced her first husband.

Stop that! Stop!
Your arm?

I punched out this asshole
and broke it.

Truly autonomous,
very good, yes.

- Hello?
- Who's phoning?

- Marco.
- Who's he?

A friend of hers.

Any photo of this friend Marco?
Is he a student?

Science High, first year.

- How old is he?
- He's 16.

Don't like him.
He's two years behind.

- He plays soccer.
- Does he?

On the local youth team.

I know the type, tough, muscular.
No tunnels!

What?

Taking the whipped cream
and leaving the chestnut paste.

Mont Blanc isn't like a stuffed pastry
that has everything packed inside,

like a backpack
you carry for a month.

It's a delicate balance,
not like a Sacher Torte.

- What?
- Sacher Torte. - What's that?

You mean you've never tasted
a Sacher Torte.

- No. - Then we shall go on like this.
Let's hurt ourselves.

Can I have more?

Henri, what are you doing?

Why can't I? She did!

Stop it! Look at your hands!

Nothing, they're fighting.

How's Federica at school?

She's going through a difficult phase.
She wants to drop out.

Ah, so she can talk all day
with her boyfriend.

You have a girlfriend?

I had one,
I was always buying her gifts,

taking her out to the cinema...
I stopped.

Girls cost too much.
You have one?

- No.
- Would you like to?

- Hi.
- Hi, Michele.

- I called because...
- Anything wrong? You feeling lonely?

- No, just... - Come on over!
Some girls are visiting me,

we'll fix pasta with salmon.

I just changed my mind.
You make me sad. Bye.

There's some good wine.

Call me up if you want. Bye.

Too much sun, too little?
You want more water? Less?

Speak up! Answer me!

- Is Bianca there, please?
- Not right now.

I see. All right.
Know when I'll find her?

She's changed residence.
Would you like her new number?

No, you needn't bother.
Good-bye.

Come in.

- Good morning.
- 'Morning.

Excuse me, I just wanted to say,
it's a collection for the custodian,

who's retiring.
To buy a watch.

Seems to be a custom here.
You in agreement?

- Yes. I sign here?
- Yes, there.

And I... I bought this cake,
it's enormous,

I can't manage to eat it all.
Thank you.

And then... at my place incomprehensibly
strange things keep happening.

The plants... I water them
regularly and they die.

The fruit goes bad,
the ceilings are closing in.

Maybe you could come check it out...

- Before the cake goes bad too.
- Exactly...

Is tonight all right?

I never asked you
if you like cake.

Yes, very much.

- It's a lot.
- No.

No! Wait.

It's good.

I'll show you something.

The father always loses.
On purpose?

Soon the kids will go to bed.

- You watch often?
- Very often.

Ah, what a shame!

A pity...
Shall we watch some TV?

You live here now?

Yes. It's my parents' house.
I lived here for years.

I'll be going.

Listen...

Quite frankly I don't think
this has been

one of those
unforgettable evenings.

Why think that?

Admit it, I won't be offended.

On the contrary,
it was very pleasant.

Actually, Friday's TV programs
aren't bad.

So we could see
each other next Friday.

- Yes.
- Yes?

Someone's in that car.

Someone who's watching us
and I

wanted to tell you something...
Some other time.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I've had enough! Call the Commissioner
on your fancy phone.

What Commissioner? What phone?

I'll report you to the Police.
You follow me everywhere, why?

- I know nothing.
- Sure you don't.

Are you Professor Apicella?

Well, am I considered a suspect?
Have you got your eye on me?

Trying to unnerve me
with this persecution?

Because you are persecuting me!

There's always someone spying on me...
hidden behind trees, columns,

behind newsstands.

And he insists
there's no phone in that car.

It's under the seat!
And he keeps you informed.

Why do you spy
on one of your colleagues

follow her home,
pretend to be a bookseller,

or spy on her in the park
with her husband?

He's not her husband
and it's my business.

My private life, understand?

And this is my job:

minding other people's business.

- Not mine!
- Listen, it's very simple:

anyone could be guilty.

Anyone?

- Who is it?
- Bianca.

- Bianca?
- Yes, can you open up?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I was shopping nearby

and bought
the season's last ice cream.

May I?

- Why'd you come?
- Shouldn't I?

- What flavors?
- Strawberry, lemon, caramel.

- For whom?
- For you.

- They don't go well together.
- I say they do. Ever tried them?

No.

Then you can't know.

You needn't try everything
to know if it's right.

If you use your imagination
you avoid mistakes.

- Taste it instead of talking.
- No.

No.

Are your students good?

Too good.
I don't correct anything.

I make some marks
just to show I've read them.

You like mathematics?

I like clarity, logic.
A number is negative or positive.

I don't like half measures.

And I...

Here we are.

- Sleep well?
- Not really.

Not really...

Hurry or we'll be late.

- What's up?
- I slept wonderfully.

- I know. - You know?
Then you were watching me.

No, I finally got up

and did some things here.

Aren't you eating?

I'm not hungry.

Yesterday, something new
happened to me,

I don't know if I like it.

When you're establishing ties
you can't be an observer,

set apart. No.

You have to take risks
and besides...

I'm not used to happiness.

You making fun of me?
Playing games?

I can't make out
if you're being nice or mean.

No, we better not,
we'll leave separately.

I've a very nosy neighbor.

I'll wait at the bus stop.

No, I'll take the bus,
you go on your own.

We shouldn't arrive together.

Why do you care?

You don't know them.
They're vicious,

and then they might...
think we go out together.

- Nothing wrong with that.
- Yes, there is.

I can't stand people
staring at me.

They'll start asking us out together,
then some couple will suggest

going to the beach the four of us.

Then four more...
No, I don't want to.

- Okay. I'll leave in five minutes.
- Yes.

Coming back, I'll go ahead
because you don't have the key.

- Then you want me back here?
- Oh... yeah...

- Bye. Hi, Michele!
- Good morning.

Oh, hello!

Blackberry jam! Come, Edo.

It's Edo's birthday!

Happy birthday!

He's made an exquisite
blackberry pie, baked...

In the sun.

In the sun. And naturally
he's invited us over.

- You two will come of course.
- Two whom?

You and our French teacher, no?

Why "you two" together?

- Because you are...
- ...our recent acquisitions!

- Do you love me?
- I think so.

- How'd it happen?
- I saw you at school...

- And then?
- I liked your walk.

You're teasing me.

No, I'm not teasing you.

Do you think... I love you?

I don't know.

Today the Principal,
why did he laugh?

No, no, answer me:
do I love you?

I can't see why.

No really... why?

- Want to know?
- At this point, yes.

First, because you ask odd,
obsessive questions

of a lady as if it were
absolutely normal.

Who's the lady in question?

- And then because... you're good.
- Me?

- Yes, you're a good man.
- What!

You're crazy.

Wait, stay here.
I don't know how to explain it,

but you won't hurt me.

- How do you know?
- I know.

Well, I don't know.

Ignazio and Maria.

You were right, we couldn't
manage without each other.

And then Francesco and Luisa
understand...

They understand, of course.
What do they understand?

Don't start up.

We can't just pretend
nothing has happened.

I guess not.

They can't be left out like that.

- They?
- Francesco and Luisa.

Maria means
that they're involved in this too.

You can't just say
"Thanks, good-bye". - No?

- No, you can't
- What a pity!

These are experiences
that should be developed.

You can't flee them.
We can't.

Nor do we want to.

Meaning?

No one belongs
exclusively to another.

That's not true.

We're back together again,
but we'll go on seeing...

...Francesco and Luisa.

What's his name?

- Who?
- The guy before Pioggia.

Alessandro.

- How long since you saw him?
- 9 years, no, 8.

- I don't believe it.
- It's true.

- Swear!
- I swear.

When did you first kiss?

Don't remember.

- Where?
- His place, I think.

- Where?
- At his place.

- He had his own place?
- Yes.

- When did you two...
- I don't care anymore?

I do. And that other man
you were seeing?

I didn't see him.

- Already forgotten?
- I didn't like him.

"Didn't like him": how brutal.

That expression
contains its opposite.

You don't say it

unless you've first thought
"Did I like him?"! "Did I?"

So, why were you seeing him?

I didn't see him, he saw me.
He followed me.

- Did he love you?
- Yes but you also know...

I know you avoided him,
but that's even worse!

He still thinks of you,
of meeting you!

There's a man
who is still thinking of you.

Tracing the tangent T
to the curve at R,

it meets the X axis
at the point "omega".

At a point called "omega".

May I sit down?

Meets the X axis at point omega.

Have you no pity?

No gym class?

The teacher hasn't shown up.
We're leaving early.

Boys with me
to the playing field.

The bars!

Class 4B too!

Line up. Over here!

Down, one, two, three,
back, four...

Down, one, two, three four.

Down, one, two, three four.

Down.

Hey, shithead! Lay off.

I'll kill you!

Stop it!

Come here...

You sent 5 students
to the infirmary.

I was there too.

Because you followed them there
to hit them again.

You're a bully, not a teacher.

I would have sworn by you.

Now listen to me. You listening?

- Yes.
- Watch you step!

Watch you step!

I'm the only one standing by you.

You don't participate
in school activities and now this!

We can't go on like this.

I may be imperfect,
but I'm consistent.

- We must separate.
- Why?

Happiness is a serious thing.
When it happens, it should be absolute.

Meaning?

Without blemish, without pain.
It's always difficult.

For me it's impossible,
I'm not used to it.

Things change, people too.
Situations...

Why this decision,
when nothing has happened?

Sooner or later you'll leave me.

I can't bear the thought
that one day, maybe on a terrace,

you living at my place,
you'll say:

"I must talk to you".

"It's all been so lovely,
but love is over, finished."

- You can't know.
- I know.

Not to suffer later,
you break off now without a reason.

Yes.

You make judgments,
you accuse, you condemn.

I judge myself,
why can't I judge the others.

People aren't mathematical theorems.
You're crazy.

And those who accept everything?

At least I say: "This is healthy,
this is sick, this is lovely"

"or ugly.
That's good or that's bad".

You really are crazy.

Yes. Does such suffering
seem right to you? Not to me.

I must protect myself.

We've been wandering all night

looking for a restaurant,
for crying out loud!

There they are.

Who is it you're looking for?

The foursome: Ignazio, Maria,
Francesco and Luisa.

You're the expert,
who's coupled with whom?

I've had it! It's past eleven,
I'm starving

and you talk in riddles?

The girl on the left wearing white
who is she with?

With whomever she wants.
Who cares?

- I'm going. You coming?
- No..

- Should I say hello for you?
- No.

Should I say hello for you?
Where are you going? Bye.

Hi, kids. I was passing by
with a friend of mine.

Eight and five make thirteen.
It's lucky.

I'm Siro Siri, good evening.

May I seat?

Long live the bride and the groom!

Good-day.

- We're celebrating.
- What?

Martina and I
are getting married on Sunday.

Good for you.
When did you decide that?

We've been thinking about it
for some time now.

- Professor, may I speak with you?
- Yes.

- What's up?
- Police.

I can see that. Two of my students are
getting married, we're having a party.

Yes, but you're wanted
at the Police headquarters.

Why?

I don't know.
The commissioner expects you.

Tell him I'll be there
at two o'clock.

It's best right away.

Then it's something serious.
Just a minute.

Let's go.

- Horrible, isn't it?
- Yes.

- How long did you know them?
- Since school.

- Who would kill them?
- I don't know.

Why were they killed?

And how?

You should tell me.

Do you realize that one murder
was in your building?

And two others were people
you knew very well?

That you are the only person

who knew all three
of the victims?

But I was fond
of Ignazio, Maria and Aurora.

I should ask questions
since you're accusing...

I'm not accusing,
but I know certain...

- You know nothing.
- And you?

That you are at loss,
but you insist

on finding a single maniac.

You add up your facts
like a child,

you want someone to lock up.

There is someone,

the person who did this,
but he's not just "someone".

He doesn't rape, doesn't steel,
doesn't leave any traces.

He enters your house
as your friend, but he isn't.

Fine. That's all for now.

- I will miss you.
- I will miss you too.

- You love me?
- Yes.

- Think about me.
- Of course I do.

- I'll phone you as soon as I arrive.
- Yes, don't forget.

- You wanted to take a train?
- No.

- For where?
- Nowhere.

What were you doing?

Just strolling.

Watching the good-byers,
the embraces. I like that.

Know her?

Why's she here?

- Is she your girl?
- No.

- But do you see her?
- We're colleagues.

And colleagues sleep together?

Commissioner, it's none...

All right, you're a gentleman.

I really thought that this time...
My apologies.

The young lady declared
she was with you the night...

The night of the crime.

Our mistake. A few hours in jail.
It can happen.

And Siro?

He told the lady you were here.

You're friends, no?

Yes. You tell him
about Ignazio end Maria?

It's in all the papers.
He knew them?

He ran into them at a restaurant.
He talked to them.

You don't say! Siro Siri...

You can go now..
Send in your friend.

Just a moment.

Hi.

- How are you?
- Yes...

- I'm sorry, Professor...
- Well...

- Good night.
- Good night.

Come...

Valentina!

Dario!

Valentina, let's go
to school, it's late!

Call the Police,
I'm going to shoot myself.

During the summer of 1972
girls started

wearing Dutch clogs,
the white ones.

Had they been to Holland?
I don't know.

A few years later,
you could only find imitations.

with higher heels,
awful metal studs.

The plain black worn out ones
were nice,

worn by girls
with long loose blonde hair,

straight blue slacks
and red socks.

Now I see them only
when I go by nursery schools.

- You ever go there?
- No.

Then go. There's this aura...

all those wonderful Italian mothers
waiting for their children,

sacrificing for them.
When their children are older,

they'll ask the teachers:
"How's my Federica doing?"

They come to me.

In an hour
you haven't told me anything.

You talk of mothers, nursery,
schools, shoes, summer of 1972.

Next comes the story
of your generation.

Don't worry,
I know nothing of my generation.

Only know there was
Ignazio, Maria, and me too,

still living at home with our parents.

One year it snowed, another
there was talk of a coup d'état

Then one summer we decided to go
to Portugal, I can't remember why.

To see a colonel, a certain
Otelo de Carvalho. Who was he?

I'm losing my patience,
I still won't believe that...

I'm hoping that you're playing
a joke on to the Police.

Why's that curtain always closed?

Too many people passing by.
It annoys me.

I enjoy watching people,
for example window-shoppers.

I ride department store escalators.

All those people
trying to keep up with the times:

secretaries, bank clerks,
housewives, all normal people,

looked down on
because their lives are dull.

My students say:

"I'd rather die than work in a bank".

Why do they hate people
who punch a time clock?

Despise the people
who go to local beaches...

Professor, stop for a moment,
just tell me...

You'd like to know what happened?

I want to know everything.

Come in!

Excuse me. For the Professor...

- What is it?
- A cake.

A profiterole.

The pastry shop downstairs
is the best in Rome.

You went out and bought it?
What is it?

The Professor offered us one.
You too.

- Beat it!
- It's here.

Don't you dare!
How did it happen?

It's not simple. There's a lot to
explain. You have to start with shoes.

Start with the shoes,
start wherever you like.

You know those shoes,
"espadrilles"? Without laces.

Now they're common,
but some years ago

girls wore them down at the heels,
as if they were slippers.

This annoyed me,
it seemed dirty, insolent,

but at the same time excited me.

- Can I open?
- Go ahead you'll only see...

There... every shoe has its own walk

which represent
a different vision of the world.

Want comfort at home?

Wear anything you like,
but not slippers.

Women can wear
those Chinese canvas shoes.

I've never liked them much:

those violent colors:
red-red, blue-blue, black-black;

then they are low-cut.
You almost see the toes.

Exciting me with your toes?
Then show me an ankle!

I'm not sick, no...

Those are the sandals
I wore as a child,

when we went to the sea...
What's the mother like?

I understood you through your shoes.

You've suffered...
Just one pair of shoes

which slowly wear out,
get scuffed, fade.

When I saw your shoes,
I wanted to tell you.

What?

I was the one. I did it.

Why? You were friends.
What did they do?

They disappointed me. Friends
can do that, normal people can't.

Couples should be happy.

I help them, set them straight,
give advise,

but not when they make
such stupid mistakes.

They start telling each other lies,
they separate,

get together again,
but it's too late,

they're hurt, become mean.
I've finished with them.

Once it was easy to judge,
like shoes.

Just a few models,

those shoes and that was it.

Now things are confused,
styles are undistinguishable,

nothing's clear-cut.

We were talking of your friends.

Friends can't carry on like that,

I don't become a friend
of just anybody.

I decide and when I do it's forever.

I'm sorry to have let you down,

My ideal, what is it?
The Sacred Heart?

Girls from the Sacred Heart schools,

plain black moccasins,
blue pleated skirts,

and white blouses.

We'll be meeting...
for you declaration.

You'll come to see me sometimes?

Just to chat together,
to talk a bit,

You're too lonely. Will you come?

Good luck.

Thank you.

- You have any children?
- Yes - Two.

Two? It's sad to die
without children.

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