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(Giordano) Sometimes
it's better not to know things.

The beauty of life is precisely this

ignore what will happen tomorrow.

Indeed,

what will happen in a moment.

After all,

how we could feed
any hope about our future

if we already knew him?

(roar of an airplane)

Caracas!

(tyres screeching and horns)

- (a man gasps)
- (horn)

(indistinct voices in the distance)

(horn)

(indistinct voices)

(verses of effort)

(muffled voices) Duce! Duce! Duce!

- (high pitched whistle)
- (together) Duce! Duce! Duce!

We are like an army.

These want to bring
the holy war in our home.

(boss) They didn't understand shit.

This democracy has pissed me off.

We are at war,

at war to defend our civilization,

our roots.

We are Christians.

The cross is our Duce.

And we will stand,

facing the enemy, with honor.

And others will fall.

If anyone doesn't agree...

he can even talk.

Duce.

- (hued voices) Duce! Duce!
- Duce!

(together) Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce!

(together) Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce!

(indistinct voices)

(muffled voices and sounds)

(voices and sounds inaudible)

(inaudible voices)

(indistinct screams)

- (screams)
- (indistinct screams)

(moans)

(moans)

- (zip of trousers)
- (sounds of disgust)

(room alarm)

(indistinct screams)

(woman screams)

(screams)

(the woman sobs and pants)

(moans)

- Leave this knife or I'll kill you.
- (metallic noise of the blade)

This would be the honor?
Kill a poor wretch?

So it's true
that you're with the shitty Arabs.

Son of a bitch!

Bring this shit, go! Go!

(gasps)

Are you a brother?

May Allah bless you.

Salaam alaikum.

I am dying?

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Help!

Help!

(boy) God's light is all here,
it's inside me.

I've never felt it so strongly.

(indistinct voices speak in Arabic)

(they speak in Arabic)

(whistle and muffled voices)

(the whistling intensifies)

(the whistle stops)

The light of God.

(sniffles)

The light of God.

The light of God.

(music from the club)

(indistinct voices)

(they speak in Arabic)

Salaam alaikum.

Alaikum salaam.

- (in Arabic) Who is that?
- (in Arabic) Let him in.

-Is he Muslim?
-He wants to become one.

Come here dressed like this,
with someone we don't even know who he is,

not even greetings

and order what we must do.

I've never seen you
bring alms with your mother.

I'm ashamed of your father,
May Allah protect his soul.

- My father never judged me.
- (in Italian) Let's go, come on.

(in Arabic) Who are you to judge?

You are not God.

You're just a man.

Allah is Great and Merciful

and all this
I see nothing in your eyes.

Those who believe and do good
they will be forgiven and rewarded.

You, on the other hand, will suffer a punishment
from painful torment.

- You are the devil!
- (sound of footsteps)

(in Italian)
I know you tried to save him.

I just want to pray for him.

But I don't know how to do it.

Come with me, he comes in.

(Djamel) Don't be afraid.

You are right.

I am the devil.

(Djamel speaks in Arabic)

"To the name of God, the believer,

the merciful."

(Djamel) Ablutions for us
they are part of the prayer.

(speaks in Arabic)

(singing in Arabic in the distance)

It's time for prayer.

Come with me.

We pray shoulder to shoulder,

so as not to let the devil pass.

(a man speaks in Arabic)

(they speak in Arabic in a low voice)

(they speak in Arabic)

(whistle and muffled voice of Djamel)

(muffled voices)

(Djamel's muffled voice)

(little boy, in a low voice) Giordano.

Giordano!

(whistle)

(man) Sorry. Go, let it pass...

(train whistle)

- (indistinct voice from loudspeaker)
- (indistinct voices)

(horn)

(man) Go, move!

(man) Go, you stupid shit! Go, move!

But what do you want? What are you looking at? Wake up!

(man) Go, I told you walk!

(man) So? What is it? Move!

Master, we are sincerely
honored to host you.

Between us
she has many passionate admirers.

We took the liberty, master,
to prepare your welcome

which we reserve only for special people.

- (Giordano) The room?
- 313, third floor.

The keys.

- I'll take you.
- It's not necessary, thanks.

(Giordano) A lifetime has passed.

Why did I leave?

I know and I don't know.

There are questions
which escape any response.

(acoustic signal
and click of the lock)

Was it right to leave?

And now is it right to return?

The time has come to stop spinning
your head on the other side.

(applause)

Ladies and gentlemen,

tonight we have the pleasure
to have between us

the founder of the publishing house

which I am lucky enough to direct.

Essayist, novelist,
translated into many languages,

but he is much more than all this.

(Saverio) he IS a fighter
of our land.

He's been gone a long time,

but from afar he continued to talk to us.

(Saverio) And today he is here with us.

- (Saverio) Giordano Fonte!
- (applause)

"This is a sponge city,

a city that swallows you.

It horrifies me,

at the same time it fascinates me.

This city, obsession,

he occupied invasively

most of my thoughts
since I was a boy.

I say to myself:

'It's never possible
that he didn't know how to do anything else

what can we talk about Naples?'"

These are stories from a long time ago,
forgotten things.

- (man) Naples has never forgotten you!
- (woman) And you haven't forgotten Naples!

Master.

(Saverio) Your audience.

(Saverio) Now that you're back,
wait for a great story about Naples.

Oh well, of course, Naples, yes.

I wonder if it makes sense to write again.

Your writing makes sense to all of us.

Enough! Enough, with this nonsense,
with all these antics.

Sorry, they're useless.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm not mad at you,
I'm angry with myself. Sorry, Xavier.

I take advantage of...

of this invitation,
of this beautiful occasion,

to say I won't write anymore.

(murmur from the audience)

(Giordano clears his throat)

- (boy) Oh, catch this!
- (boy) No, leave me alone!

- (throws and moans)
- Oh!

- (Giordano) Oh!
- Mind your own business, cuckold!

- Hey, are you okay?
- Leave me alone!

- What is your name?
- Mind your own business.

(Giordano) Hey!

Look at this stinker! Come here!

Stop! Stop!

(Giordano) Come here! Stop!

Hey! Hey!

(sound of footsteps)

(indistinct voices in the distance)

- (jangling of keys)
- (click of a lock)

(door creaking)

(indistinct voice from a TV)

(Mussolini from TV)
Because history teaches us

that empires are conquered with weapons

but they are held with prestige.

And for prestige you need...

a clear, severe, racial conscience...

- May it establish not only...
- (groans of pain)

- (thud)
- (TV)...of differences,

- (groans of pain)
- (TV)...but very clear superiorities.

(applause from TV)

- (indistinct voice from TV)
- (groans of pain)

(groans of pain)

(heavy breathing)

(gasping breaths and groans of pain)

(Giordano screams)

(gasps)

(in Arabic) Free me...

(Yasmina) Save me...

(Caracas) Who are you?

Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

Don't ever come back or I'll kill you, go away!

(softly) Go away.

(Caracas, softly) Yasmina...

Yasmina...

(indistinct words)

(Caracas gasps)

I love you. I love you.

(sighs) I love you.

(they scream)

(gasps)

(Giordano) As the days pass,

a plot unfolds
beyond my will.

That I have undertaken
a journey into the past is beyond doubt

as is beyond doubt
that this journey leads...

to a question about the future.

What will happen?

- (loud music)
- (indistinct voices)

(inaudible voice)

Tell me now that you love me.

(sound of footsteps receding)

(Giordano) You said
that if I came back you would kill me.

- Have you already killed a man?
- What did you come back to do?

Cut my throat,
like you wanted to do the other night.

You are a fool, a poor man.

What do you need to kill?

A reason? Some money?

I read what you wrote.
You don't have shit to say anymore.

(indistinct voices)

(roar of a scooter)

- (horn)
- (boy) Shitty monkeys!

But are you always in the middle of the road?

(imitate the sound of monkeys)

- Get in there!
- (boy) How disgusting!

- Go to your country!
- (little boy) Get in!

Fucking monkeys,
go to your country!

Let's go. Go to your country!

Fuck you, you shitty monkeys!

- Ma'am, I want this.
- Easy, guys.

(indistinct voices)

Ma'am, I'm small, a croquette.

(lady) Yes, slowly.

- How big!
- Here, little one.

- When he doesn't have money, you know how it is...
- You can't spend it.

- Here, eat too.
- No, no, eat, eat.

Do you want some water?

- To do what?
- To water the plants?

- Ma'am, have two beers.
- (lady) Eh, slowly.

(boy) No, move,
no "little by little".

(boy) Here, let me open the beers.

- (lady) Here.
- Keep.

Here. Very quietly.

These are like the plague. A virus.

(boy) Look over there.

(indistinct voices of the boys)

Where do you live?

- Good evening.
- (director) Good evening, maestro.

- Can I disturb you?
- (director) Of course.

As well as a duty, it is a pleasure.

So, um...

I realize it's a little late...

I had delivered some linen,
can you check if it's ready?

Look, master, I won't fail
to let him find it in the room.

Ah.

I would have some urgency.

- I'll check immediately.
- (Giordano) Thank you.

- (whistles)
- (Giordano splutters)

I'm sorry, master,
but for her there is nothing.

Oh, um...

Is there nothing?
Do we want to check better?

I assure you
that the linen closet is empty.

Allow me to insist.

Certainly.

(verses)

Master, probably
she was moved in the afternoon.

At this moment
I wouldn't know how to solve it.

- I'll take a note...
- Obviously I was wrong.

Evidently...

Give me my compliments
to all staff.

- I won't miss it.
- It makes me feel at home.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- I'll take a note. Good night.

(acoustic signal
and click of the lock)

(Giordano, softly) Take it slowly.
Slowly, slowly, slowly!

(boy) Turn on the lights!

- Come in and shut up.
- Look where it took us.

(boy) Come on, turn on the light.
Turn on the light.

(together) Eh! Well done, uncle!

- Hey, hey...
- (boy) How beautiful in here!

- Stop! Do it slowly.
- Wow!

- Don't break anything.
- (indistinct voices of the boys)

- How beautiful it is!
- (indistinct voices)

(Giordano) And thank goodness I told you
don't break anything! Floor!

- Don't break anything.
- (boy) The toilet is scary!

Uncle, take it!

I said slow down!

- (indistinct voices)
- (Giordano) Slowly, slowly, slowly!

- (boys' voices) Come here!
- You eat it!

This is the outfit he wore
my grandfather's good soul.

- How am I, uncle?
- (indistinct voices of the boys)

- (boy) How am I?
- Jordan.

- You are elegant.
- You are elegant, yes.

- (little boy) Giordano!
- You are elegant. What is it?

- What is it?
- This is a camera.

- It's a little old, but it still works.
- And how does it work?

Look, like this. Hmm?

- (camera shot)
- Can you see how it turned out?

No, not right away. We need to develop it.

- What?
- (knocks on the door)

- (Giordano, in a low voice) Shut up.
- Who is?

- The pizzeria?
- (boy) Did you call the pizzeria?

- But which pizza? Shut up.
- (they laugh softly)

- (knocks on the door)
- Shh, shut up.

- (indistinct voice of the boy)
- (boy) Shut up.

- (knocks on the door)
- Hide.

(knocks on the door)

- Hide!
- (knocks on the door)

Go!

(knocks on the door)

Forgive me, master,
I didn't want to disturb her,

but we haven't seen her out for days
and we were worried.

Are you feeling well?

Master?

Can I help you?

(indistinct voices)

(excited voice of a woman)

(excited voices)

(sound of footsteps)

I can't believe it,
I dreamed of this moment so much.

(woman) Love, run!
My dream came true!

(woman) You're welcome, master.

Come, master. Come.

Master!

(man) Is something wrong?

(slurs) Sorry... Sorry.

But you didn't come here
for your things?

What things?

- Come.
- (man) You're welcome, master.

The previous owner had told us
that belonged to you

and we have kept them,

hoping that one day you would return.

My books...

My desk.

(Giordano) Do you know where this place is?

And this is the cloister of San Domenico,
where the friars were.

The old orphanage.

Don't you remember?

Don't you remember?

Who are you? What do you want?

Can you visit the orphanage?

It's closed.

(caretaker) There's no one left,
I'm the only one left.

I'm a writer.

I would like to tell a story
that concerns this place.

Take a seat.

(caretaker) There are some in here,
of stories to tell.

There were many creatures...

and each with a different story.

You all remember them
the children who were here?

(caretaker) Everyone.

Everyone.

And they are still here.

Yes, they never went away.

(caretaker) This is where they had lessons.

First, however, we prayed
all of them together.

Some woke up before the others

and he came into the kitchens to me
for some coffee.

It was our little secret.

(caretaker) This was the dormitory.

Each of them remained alone at night.

They screamed in their sleep.

"Mom, help!"

"Mom."

“Help, Mom, come get me.”

“Come get me, Mom.”

(Giordano gasps)

What is it? Are you not feeling well?

(gasps)

Who is? Who is this child?

How handsome he was and how good he was!

Always alone,
he never played with other creatures,

always quiet, he was kind.

Then, to survive...

he became bad, violent.

And he ran away,

growing up like nobody's child
in this city

who acted as his mother.

But it has changed.

Eh, what story do you want to tell?

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

That's because you didn't want to write anymore.

But this is the most beautiful thing
that I have ever read!

These first chapters you sent me
they promise a masterpiece.

It's your greatest novel, Giordano.

The setting,
the characters, the tension...

You never take your eyes off the page.

What you tell me is not Naples.

It's the world.

(Saverio) The railway area
it could be a slum in India,

a South American barrio,
a Brazilian favela.

And the characters!

That child...
we are all of us, alone, lost.

When I read the orphanage,
I was shaking with emotion.

And that old man, lost,

in this city that swallows you.

No one has ever described it like this,
it is the present.

What you wrote is wonderful.

Please, just tell me one thing.

The man who guides you,

the fascist
who wants to convert to Islam...

It's fantastic.

Have you met him?

Do you know him?

Does it really exist?

(Giordano) A mystery.

(indistinct excited voices)

(Jordan)
He had become a fascist as a boy

Oppressed by the violence of the city,

He had found order and security
in the myth of the homeland

a family in his squadristi brothers

in the leader a father.

- He was convinced...
- Duce!

...that world was cloaked
of a high mystique...

- Duce! Duce!
- ...warrior...

- ...regenerator.
- (together) Duce!

- (Caracas screams)
- (indistinct excited voices)

(mermaids)

- (Caracas gasps)
-(Giordano) But his beliefs...

they were soon contradicted by certainty

that in cruelty there is no order,

there is no homeland

and no kind of father.

(Caracas groans)

(moans)

(sound of footsteps)

(indistinct voices speak in Arabic)

(Giordano) Over there, thanks to those cares,
for the first time

he felt pity and compassion.

That's why he stopped
to inhabit that hell.

The planet railway,

a boundless sidereal web

entirely colonized
from the disinherited and the last of the earth.

Here he was welcomed.

Here he found refuge.

Here it became "Caracas".

(inaudible voices)

(Giordano) He had told everyone
of being born there, in Caracas

but it wasn't true.

(indistinct voices)

(laughs)

(Giordano) he had done it to build
an aura of mystery around him

cloaked in the fantasies of a globetrotter

who had never left Naples.

he said that sooner or later he would return,

perhaps as an old man, to die in peace.

More simply,
his father had gone to Caracas

many years before.

And from the day of his departure
she didn't know anything more about him

(inaudible voices)

(Giordano) Under that veil
that he couldn't hide it,

next to his father
and behind him slow pace,

Yasmina had always been
a restless soul.

(indistinct voices)

(Giordano) He couldn't stand it anymore
to live apart

to respect rules
away from hearing about her

The two pretended not to know each other

because their worlds were too far away.

But

as often happens,

between earth and sky,

between angels and demons,

destiny...

marks a path of joy and despair.

"Only Naples could give birth
such a tormented son,

between fascist ideology
and desire for peace.

He became spiritually Arab

the day the Americans
invaded Iraq,

with the excuse
of wanting to bring back democracy.

He thought he couldn't call himself anymore
neither Christian nor Western,

as if that event
had suddenly torn apart his identity,

replacing it
by force of hatred with another.

For what reason
I became his friend

and why at some point
our paths crossed

I don't know yet."

(thunder)

(thunder)

(rain pour)

(thunder)

(man's indistinct screams)

(indistinct words)

(indistinct voices)

What are you doing here?

(muffled sounds)

(Giordano gasps)

- (softly) Giordano.
- (Giordano) Hm?

- Jordan?
- (thunder)

(thunder)

(wind blowing)

(thunder)

(panting and speaking in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

(Caracas speaks in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

- (thunder)
- (Mussolini from TV) What concerns...

of internal politics,

the problem...

hotly topical

It's the racial one.

Even in this field

we will adopt...

If you believe it, it doesn't burn you.

(Giordano) Who is he?

(gasps)

(gasps)

(indistinct noise)

(clang of keys)

(door closes)

(sound of footsteps)

(Caracas) Giordano, have you woken up?

(Caracas) Hm...

(Caracas) Are you still like this?
Hurry up, they're waiting for us.

(Caracas) My goodness,
I'm pissing myself.

You've been writing all night, I want to see
when you make me read something.

As the great Gustave Trophée said,

"When I have to write something,
I won't rest until I'm done."

- (pee spout)
- Like I do when I have to piss.

(Caracas laughs)

- (Caracas makes a sound of relief)
- (flush toilet)

Hurry. I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up.

- Who is Gustave Trophée?
- (Caracas) Gustave Trophée?

(laughs) And what do I know, I made it up!

I just made it up. Hurry!

(Caracas) I'll wait for you downstairs!

(door closes)

Giordano, please.

It took me a long time
to convince them to meet you.

I welcomed him like a brother,
but they are wary of strangers.

Don't make me look like shit.
Don't be ironic as usual.

Understood?

(indistinct voices)

Wait for me here and don't move.

(indistinct voices)

(indistinct voices)

I know you like coffee,

but we prefer tea.

It makes us feel at home.

(Djamel) You taste it.

- Do you like it?
- He makes me feel like a guest.

(Djamel) he wrote a lot about this
in his books.

Of living like a guest,

an exile, everywhere,

always looking for somewhere else.

(Djamel) He was never bored.

I don't remember
everything I wrote.

I'm happy that he wants to write about us.

(softly)
I've never told anyone this, but...

I grew up in this neighborhood.

When I was a child, you weren't there.

This isn't my city anymore, but...

In these poor people, I recognize something
which I have already seen many years ago.

(Giordano) They don't come here
just to eat and drink, is that true?

They don't know where to go
and here they can be together.

But what do you give him?

that we were not able to give?

Men are obsessed
from what he desperately lacks...

what they no longer have,

or perhaps that they never had.

For example, the truth.

(Djamel) Or faith in God.

I never believed
that there was a need for a God

to know what is right
and what is wrong.

Maybe, sometimes,
can help you feel less alone,

but this too with poor results.

(Djamel) And then...

What did he come looking for?
here among us?

I came to look for my friend.

We hope we can inspire you, master.

(singing in Arabic in the distance)

It's time for prayer.

(Djamel) If he wants, he can join us.

(songs in Arabic)

(Djamel speaks in Arabic)

(indistinct voices repeat in Arabic)

(Djamel speaks in Arabic)

(speaks in Arabic)

(Djamel speaks in Arabic)

(they speak in Arabic)

- (Djamel speaks in Arabic)
- (excited voices in the distance)

(indistinct excited voices)

(Arabic voice from TV)

AFGHANISTAN: THE RETREAT
THE TALIBANS CELEBRATE INDEPENDENCE

(indistinct excited voices)

(they shout in Arabic)

- (squealing tires)
- Asshole! Fucking man!

You left me alone, you abandoned me!

Get the fuck off!

- I could have died!
- Get up!

(Yasmina) Don't you disgust yourself?

Who is this old man
what do you carry with you? Huh?

- Do you give him your ass for money?
- Damn the bitch...

I told you you don't have to come here anymore.

- Don't you disgust yourself?
- You don't have to come anymore.

- (Yasmina speaks in Arabic)
- Go away, don't touch me.

- Don't touch me, go away! Go away!
- (Yasmina sobs)

- I'm clean, I swear.
- Don't touch me. I don't believe you.

- I stopped forever.
- I don't believe you.

- (Giordano) Are you crazy?
- I'm not lying!

- Haven't I taught you anything?
- What do you have to teach me?

- Please believe me.
- (Giordano) This is you.

- A fascist, a violent man.
- Don't bother too.

- At least you...
- You gave me such a head.

At least you...

Islam, redemption, purity,
and you raise your hands on a girl?

I always tried to help her, to save her,

but she keeps me away from the light,
it's my sin!

Sin, Jesus Christ,
Allah, God, the revolution...

Only what you feel matters,
Don't be a fanatic!

Don't get screwed.

But what light?

The light of God.

- The light of God?
- The light of God.

(door closes)

(indistinct voices)

Yasmina!

Come down!

I'm here for you.

I know you hear me.

I'm here for you. I'm here for you!

Forgive me, love. Excuse me!

Love, forgive me! Forgive me, love!

Come down! Come down!

I believe you!

I believe you.

I believe you as I believe God!

(Caracas) Don't leave me alone too!

Don't leave me alone too.

(softly) Don't leave me alone too.

- I love you. I adore you.
- Excuse me...

Excuse me...

(softly) Forgive me...

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I want to leave.

With you.

(in Arabic) Will you marry me?

(Yasmina takes a deep breath)

- Do we want to kill ourselves? Floor!
- (horn)

Where are we going? What happened?

- (roar of engine accelerating)
- Go slow!

(indistinct voices)

- What should we do here, what's happening?
- Now see what happens, come.

(in Arabic) Will you give me some money?

Come on, come on...

(in Arabic) I will give them back to you, I swear.

How many times have I told mom
that she shouldn't give her the money?

(Caracas) Come, come.

- Do you always have all this stuff with you?
- They're my notes.

(a dog barks)

But this one is dead.

Better for him. You come.

(drug dealer) What do you want?

(drug dealer) What do you want?

Are you staying here again?
You have to leave, you're in debt.

Now you get this fucking money

and you and I have nothing left
to share, do you understand?

- Good. Here, a gift for you.
- Don't ever show up again.

And try not to be an asshole,
that I tell my man

and I'll make you stick
a knife in the balls!

- (drug dealer) Always stay here.
- Fuck you!

- Always stay here.
- You piece of shit!

Fuck! (speaks in Arabic)

(drug dealer) What do you want?

What do you want?

“I tell my man and let you fuck
a knife in the balls!"

That was the drug dealer,
the one who sold her drugs.

Then it's really over. Inshallah!

- (sings) My Yasmina, my love!
- (Giordano) Hey...

Little rose's mouth, little hole!

- Give me a kiss.
- (Giordano) You are crazy.

- You followed me, asshole!
- (Caracas) No, we stumbled upon it by chance.

- It's not true that you trust me.
- I did it to protect you.

- Yes, yes.
- I brought the bodyguard, look.

- Then it's really true.
- What?

- Throw it up your ass.
- (laugh)

Sometimes... Let's make up, come on.

You know what he says
the prophet Muhammad, old boy?

"He who makes his companions laugh
gain heaven." Inshallah!

Let's go. Come, Jordan.
Come, come, come.

(Caracas) That's not true
that we throw it up our ass.

Come, Jordan!

(indistinct voices)

- (indistinct voices)
- (Yasmina) Cheese!

- Okay.
- (Caracas) Smile, smile.

- (Caracas) Hug him tight.
- (camera shot)

- (Caracas) Laugh, Jordan!
- (camera shot)

- (Caracas) Smile, smile.
- (loud kiss)

(Caracas) Wait, wait, wait.

Go, go, go.

(camera shots)

I was a fanatic too.

I wanted to change the world,
like all the kids at that time.

Do you know what we did? We were going
in the darkest alleys to bring hope.

We said to the illiterate,
to the mother of seven children, to the unemployed:

"Look, you are human beings too,

no one can take advantage,
no one can humiliate you,

you must be able to stand together."

And they were listening to us!

Because they believed in it, they followed us.

What we wouldn't have done
for democracy...

(Giordano) For the love of this city
where we were born.

(inaudible voice)

You know what I miss most
of those days? The smell of the sea.

(Jordan)
But how I knew him as a boy.

I would give it anything
in exchange for that smell.

Just... freedom.

- Even democracy?
- Even democracy.

- Would you accept the return of fascism?
- But also of communism!

- I would accept you too.
- Comrade Giordano!

- Don't be an asshole.
- (laugh)

(Yasmina) Love, come!
Let's take a bath.

- Shall we take a bath?
- Oh, yes, a bathroom...

(Giordano) I'm freezing!
My goodness, it's cold!

(Giordano) Did I ask you to come here?

(Caracas sniffs, cries)

(Giordano) What is it?

(Giordano) Caracas, what's happening?

How do you stay here forever?

How do you stop this moment?

(Caracas) Love, come, it's cold.

- (indistinct voices)
- (laughter)

You should have seen, I was driving like a maniac
and he shit himself!

He really shit himself!

And then that place smells like shit...

-He came out, walked all like this...
- (laugh)

Giordano, as you said
when did you see the one above the stairs?

- I don't remember shit!
- But how can you not remember it?

He said, "This dead man, he's dead!"
And I said, "Better for him!"

But what a dead man, that was stoned.

And you when you saw us together
how did you say?

"Then it's really true
that you throw it up your ass."

- Ah, he remembers this! Oh!
- Oh!

- Are you OK?
-He found 100 euros on the ground.

- Did you get hurt?
- (Giordano) No...

- Why not?
- (Giordano) Nothing happened.

- (Caracas) Is everything okay?
- Shut up...

(they play "Simme 'e Napule, paisà")

(Giordano) Where is the wine?

(sings in Neapolitan)
I, a little drunk on wine

I think of the bad and I think of the good

But your coral mouth

Look for mine to kiss me

- Oh!
- (Yasmina) What is it?

(sings) Tarantella,
if the world is a wheel

Let's seize the minute that is about to pass

(they all sing in chorus)
As long as it's sunny

That there is still the sea

A cute girl heart to heart,
a song to sing

He who had, had, had,
who gave, gave, gave

Let's forget the past,
we are from Naples, fellow villagers!

- (Caracas) Slowly, slowly.
- I am fine.

(they sing in chorus)
That there is still the sea

A cute girl heart to heart,
a song to sing...

Thanks for the company, dear friends.

- You can't stand up, Giordano!
- Do you want us to accompany you?

No, no, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.

"Parting is such a sweet pain,

that I will say goodnight
until morning."

Tell him.

Tell him.

We're leaving, Giordano. We're getting married.

The great stories
they all have a great ending.

May God bless you.

(Giordano) Ah...

I've almost finished the novel.

And I found the title.

I'll call it "Caracas".

"Caracas."

- (the door closes)
- (you kiss)

Come on, come on.

Hello, Jordan!

(Giordano) Sometimes,
it's better not to know things.

The beauty of life is precisely this:

ignore what will happen tomorrow.

Indeed,

what will happen in a moment.

After all...

how we could feed
any hope about our future

if we already knew him?

- (Djamel speaks in Arabic)
- (Caracas repeats in Arabic)

(they continue speaking in Arabic)

(little boy, in a low voice) Giordano...

(little boy, in a low voice) Giordano...

(little boy, in a low voice) Giordano.

(gasps)

(Yasmina's voice echoes) Caracas...

(Yasmina's voice echoes) Caracas...

(Yasmina) Caracas...

(Yasmina) Caracas...

(rush of water in the distance)

(shower of water)

(voices and sounds inaudible)

- (smoke bombs whistle)
- (indistinct excited voices)

- (explosion)
- (room alarm)

(indistinct screams)

(groans of pain)

(boss) Caracas!

(moans)

(gasps)

(boss) So!

Jordan...

The light of God...

it's here.

I've never felt it so strong
like right now.

There's one thing
what I've wanted to ask you for a long time.

Why do they call you Caracas?

Because that's where I'm from.

When I grow up, I have to make money
and I have to get out of here.

I have to go back to Caracas to my father,
he is waiting for me.

I have to buy a villa
with a huge pool.

We must be together forever.

Do you want to come too?

Friend, smile!

(camera shot)