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I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

Stop, stop.

What?

Is it imperative to do that modulation?

What modulation?

"To take flight with you..."

What's the problem?

He problem is you are no doing it correctly.

You are dragging the words.

The song is simple...

and you're dragging the words unnecessarily.

Okay.

I won't "drag the words."

I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

I want to be your smile

Your lover, your Mona Lisa

Now what?

Is there any way or you to sing it higher?

An octave higher.

Are you serious?

I sing low.

I always have.

What are you talking about?

I was wondering...

if it wouldn't be better you sang an octave higher.

That's it, just wondering.

I don't know. Get yourself another singer.

I was just wondering! Just wondering!

Can you play the piano?

I want to be your joy

Your princess, your company

I want to be your solace

To take flight with you

I want to be your smile

Your lover, your Mona Lisa

And I want you to leave your pain behind

I want to be your peace

No, no!

"I want to be your peace"

I don't get it.

I really don't know why you insist on...

What? What is it?

What is it?

What you are telling me is you want me to sing it like her.

Is that it?

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't kid myself.

I wasn't born yesterday.

I know very well how things are.

I know that, if this was a story,

I wouldn't be the heroine.

I wouldn't even be the enemy of the heroine.

I wouldn't scare anyone.

No one would care about me.

They would think of me...

as something functional for the plot,

like some sort of engine that no one really cares about.

I don't kid myself.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Even you think that.

You, who picked me.

You, who picked me sparked this whole story.

This whole storm.

You don't know who I am.

No one knows who I am.

No one knows me.

Neither do you.

You don't know me.

I am Andrea Nigro.

Andrea Nigro.

Do you have something to say?

Aren't you going to say anything?

Talk.

It's not easy.

It was never easy to get away from her.

To get her out of your life.

I don't know anybody who could

To turn the page...

and at least buy the fiction that life can go on without her.

That there are other things beyond.

No.

She makes sure you see it's not possible.

That there's nothing else.

The first time I wanted to leave her,

do you know what happened?

I was at a hotel,

one of those flophouses...

here we spent our life back then.

Small town fleabag hotel, by the square.

Outside, it was pouring rain.

I think back then...

thought of love as a battle, as a war.

A game where necessarily one had to win,

and the other lost.

And I was the one who always lost.

Time after time I lost.

I played my cards with such ineptitude,

one could beat me.

Even a poor 17-year-old girl could beat me,

who only knew the haggard landscape...

I had shown her.

Even she could beat me.

Even she was going to beat me.

But I was determined never to lose again.

I remember looking over the hotel window:

the square, in the middle of the rain,

and a couple that as running hand in hand,

covering up with a jacket so they wouldn't get wet.

And I thought:

"They are not enemies. They are together.

"For them, no one wins, no one loses.

"There is no war, no danger."

An I remember looking er while she slept...

and thinking she was my enemy.

And I said to myself:

"I'm not going to lose again.

"Before I lose, I will disappear.

"I'll leave, any time.

"It's me who'll leave."

It was raining

It was the darkest night

Not even a star

Not even the moon

It was raining

My life already empty

Suddenly found something

It found your eyes

And so?

Came the famous night,

the night of the rain.

Talk.

It was that same night,

the same day of the hotel, the rain and the couple running.

That afternoon, I had felt brave.

I had seen things clearly.

And for a moment, I had been happy.

Now, I was cornered by the rain, like a rat.

She was also there.

And there was nothing I could do.

Was then that I realized she had defeated me.

That I had lost once more,

and I had lost for good.

And so yes,

I gave up.

I bowed my head and surrendered.

You were a carrier pigeon

You made me look up

And look outside

Thank you

My voice is drowned by tears

My desperate voice

Found its song in you

The strangest thing of all...

is that, from that moment on, I started to feel good,

I started being happy.

From that very moment.

From the moment I understood I had lost the war.

I thought:

"Maybe that is my destiny,

to lose the war."

I spent years fighting against that,

escaping that.

And now, that found me.

"I already lost, I'm at peace."

And right there I began my life.

A docile life, a prisoner's life.

Docile,

obedient,

humiliating.

Almost ideal.

Come on, we've a long way to go

And a new day

Might find us together

You were a carrier pigeon

You made raise my eyes

And look outside

Until I came your way.

And made you rebel.

And I helped you escape.

And you were free.

And you were unhappy again.

And miserable.

Yes or no?

Yes.

And tonight the rain falls like a shadow over our love

It seals our fate like an oath, like a prayer

And who knows if life will give us fortune or misery

Give me your hand, my love, there is only you and me

Who is it?

It's me.

What are you looking for?

You.

Come in.

Thank you.

So?

Can I smoke here?

Smoke.

In my family, we are 4 sisters.

I am the youngest.

When I was little,

my eldest sister was some sort of queen.

She was strong, smug, had these blazing eyes...

She didn't look anything like my parents.

She seemed to be the daughter of some ancient king.

Alexander the Great's.

Or some Persian or Indian king's.

She sang.

Same as me.

By the way she sang, everyone said...

she was going to be one of the biggest stars in the world.

After studying for a few months,

all the best coaches were already fighting for her.

By the time she was 15, she was living in London...

and was offered million-dollar deals.

My second sister didn't sing, but she was brilliant.

She was tall and blonde.

By 13, she had finished high school,

she was teaching people a lot older than her,

and she exchanged letters...

with scientists from around the globe.

My third sister was, on top of brilliant, beautiful.

She was always beautiful.

Since she was born, since the first day.

When she grew up and became a woman,

no girl was a rival for her.

There was no man who wasn't in love with her.

She only had to show up...

for the other women to become invisible,

to become a bunch of insignificant ants.

And then there was me.

Today,

all I know from my eldest sister...

is that she's living somewhere in Central America.

And she works at a bank, I think.

You can imagine, she doesn't sing.

My second sister teaches Physic in a couple of schools.

She's single, I think for good.

My third sister married when she was 19.

Nowadays,

she's married to a salesman and lives in some rural town.

She had 5 kids,

and some years ago she came to weigh 200 pounds.

And then there's me.

What am I trying to say by this?

I'm trying to tell you I'm not brilliant.

Nor am I too talented.

Nor too beautiful.

I'm not even sure I'm a good singer.

But I know how to survive.

I've learn to survive.

My destiny is to survive.

And I'm very good at that.

I want to tell you it's not easy.

It's not easy at all to get rid of me.

Do you want one?

Yes.

So if this whole situation,

I want to tell you I'm not afraid.

Not only am I not afraid, I am willing.

I can't wait for it to happen.

Do you want to go back?

Then go back.

We'll see how you

I wish you good luck.

But let me tell you: I'll also be there.

Is that a dare?

You could say so.

A duel?

Yes.

Okay.

In a week.

There.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

I'll handle it.

As you wish.

I'll handle it.

Thank you for everything.

Will you let me out?

Someone will.

I came as soon as I could. Did something happen?

Calm down.

Why did you call me? What happened?

- Calm down. - I'm calm, what happened?

Calm down.

I am calm. Where is Isabella? Is she okay?

Calm down.

Where is Isabella? Marcos, where is Isabella?

Calm down.

Marcos! What's going on?

Look over there.

What?

Don't you see anything?

Yes, a boat.

Look at that boat.

- Is Isabella on that boat? - Take a good look.

Is Isabella on that boat? Marcos, is she okay?

Calm down...

What is this?

Calm down.

Let me go, what's going on?

Calm down, it's okay.

Let me go.

I can't let you go.

Calm down.

We simply want to ask you a few questions.

What questions? What's going on?

We can't let you go.

We have a couple of questions to ask you.

I promise you, once you answer our questions,

we'll let you go.

Let me go now. What questions? What's going on?

We have a couple of problems with your blood tests.

What? What's wrong?

The blood tests show the toxin is not active in your blood.

You have injected it 3 weeks ago,

it should already be on the bloodstream.

You saw the people at the manor the other day.

It's needless to how important it is...

for your toxin to be active.

So what's going, then?

Calm down.

A toxin as powerful as the centurion's...

can't remain inactive in a body,

unless it's being rejected for some reason.

Your blood results are normal.

So what's the problem? Please...

suspect there is a psychological factor involved.

Flavia,

we need to know if there's something, right now,

that might be affecting you.

Let me go.

Flavia, we are going to let you go

but it's very important that you think...

What are you talking about?

Flavia, calm down.

I don't know anything.

We need to know if there's something, anything,

that might be affecting you.

I don't know anything. Let me go.

Flavia...

Flavia, calm down.

Calm down...

Let me go.

Flavia, calm down.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Calm down.

Flavia, calm down.

It's okay, calm down.

Flavia.

Flavia.

Can you hear me?

Flavia?

Flavia?

Now you will answer all the questions I'll ask, okay?

Flavia, listen to me.

Now you will answer, do you understand?

Yes.

Flavia, I need you to answer.

Flavia, I need to know...

if there's something troubling you.

Flavia, I need to know...

if there's something that's upsetting you.

Flavia, something upsetting.

Flavia, I need to know.

I need to know if there is something upsetting you.

What is troubling you, Flavia? What is troubling you?

What is troubling you, Flavia?

She.

Who?

Who's she?

Who's she, Flavia?

She.

Flavia, I need you to tell me who she is.

What is it that worries you about her?

That they harm her.

Who can harm her?

Who can harm her, Flavia?

He.

How can he harm her?

How can he harm her, Flavia?

On the boat.

On the boat?

On the boat

She's on the boat.

What boat?

Flavia, can you tell us the name of the boat?

On a boat.

A boat that is anchored at the port.

He has her there.

Wait, I think she's talking about something I said...

before bringing her in.

She's confused.

What's happening on the boat?

It's raining. It's raining hard.

She's mixing everything up.

And what's he doing on the boat

He's leaving.

He's leaving on the boat.

She's confused.

A wretched man.

He has nowhere to go.

He can't leave, he has nowhere to go.

Is he leaving or not?

No.

He's not.

He can't go.

So?

So what?

So what happens?

I don't know.

This is preposterous. There's no boat, she's raving.

Let's see,

let's try again.

Flavia, are they together now?

No.

And now that they are not together,

is she alright?

Yes.

And when they were together, she was not well.

Right.

And you are afraid that, if they get back together,

she will be unwell again.

Exactly.

They're not getting back together.

No.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I'm sure they are not.

I'm sure.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch! Son of a fucking bitch!

That's enough.

Put her to sleep.

Erase all memory of this.

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Go to hell, fucking son of a bitch!

Find out.

I AM THE FIRE

Can you play the bass line for me?

Come on.

Mids are a bit high, right?

Yes, add some...

Is it okay?

- Add more bass. - Okay.

- Slap? - What?

- Are you going to slap? - I don't do slap.

I'm searching for you.

There, I'm getting some reverb.

Check your amplifier, guitar.

Are you going to try that pedal?

She should've been here an hour ago.

Call her, see where she's a

Can you adjust that? I don't like how it sounds.

Adjust that.

I think it's terribly disrespectful.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, sweetie.

Ow are you, Nigro?

Carlitos.

Be a doll, bring me some ice.

Hold this for me.

Get out.

Stop, let's do one thing.

You're going to play the first beats without the bass drum.

Then, for the chorus, you'll add the hi-hat.

That's right.

Know the lyrics, don't you?

Es, I know the lyrics.

Start recording.

I'm the fire stalking you

That will soon turn your damned soul into ashes

I'm the poisoned arrowhead aimed at your heart

I'm your menace, your ordeal

I'm silently looking for you in the dark of the night

I'm madness, I'm the fuse

The bomb about to go off that it's too late to disarm

I am the dagger

If you pull me out of your chest

Nothing will be left

the hatred, I'm Hell

I'm the messenger carrying your eternal punishment

I am the winter that makes your inner spring wither

I am the storm, the beast

The panther that slowly creeps up on you

I'm the one counting the days

Until see you kneeling before me

I am Death

I've always lived in you and you've never realized it

One day you made me cry

No

One day you broke my heart

No

I'm going after you and I won't stop

Until we're face to face

No more

You didn't know what love was

I know it

But by force you shall understand

Have mercy

That my fury, hatred, contempt and spite

Are not my worst flaws

And what's that?

That I don't know how to lose

I was the trap, your sentence

I was the betraying coyote who howls at the full moon

I was the hyena

The horrible animal that ate your carrion while laughing

The venom

Your misery

The poison that secretly got into your veins

In my sorrow, I know it well

I deserve it and now, on my knees, I implore you

Do not be afraid

And if you still doubt I'm honest

Look how I'm crying

You make me laugh

I don't believe you

I know your heart well

And that's why I can see that you still love me

That in the shadows of your pain there is still a flame

If that is true, you are dead

And with that flame I will burn your deserted heart

You still love me, still have you

I use your heart like a puppet To entertain myself

Don't you shut it

To kill you or to love you

I don't know anymore what I come for

An though you made me cry

Yes

And you broke my heart

Yes

Once again I fall

I can't stand not being with you at night

Here I am

I don't know what love is

I do

Maybe I will never know it

You won't

But just to be with you again

I have to learn one more thing

And what's that?

That I don't mind losing

I think we're done here.

I need to smoke.

Do you want me to go?

No, you stay, I'll handle it.

TO BE CONTINUED