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I didn't expect to find the house so tidy.

I did the cleaning for your father too.

This house is too big for one person.

Your room is ready and the bathroom's clean.

Your poor father would be happy to know you're back!

Put your hands up. This is a robbery!

Giuseppe Lagana!

How are you? You're back. At long last.

How great to see you!

You're crazy. Playing the robber with me.

If I weren't so cold-blooded. You'd be a dead man.

That's no welcome for a friend.

Are you saying I'm not nice to my friends?

You've been a journalist in Paris for 15 years.

How do I know that you haven't become a gangster?

- It's a good career. - I haven't changed.

Well. You've changed a bit...

Only a few of us still look good.

Let me look at you. You look like a worldly type.

And I know. I've been abroad too.

I went to Tunis for two days. Eight years ago.

It's not like Paris. But they speak French.

Well. Have you come back to retire?

No. I won't stick around long.

I've come to sort out a few things.

L think I'll sell my house. I see you're doing well.

I'm not doing too badly. And not only on the business side.

Really?

My vocation isn't to be a bachelor.

But neither to be cheated on.

You get cheated on even if it's not your vocation.

That's more likely nowadays.

Mon cher, la femme... They're either saints or whores.

And I only know St. Agata round here.

Tell me about the girls.

Just the whores. Not the saints.

I only slept with Rosa. Rosetta and Rosina after they got married.

They had refused me before. For a question of honesty.

I never got anywhere with D'Amico.

She married a cow breeder in South America.

He had a dirty meat business.

I haven't seen Rita Folazzo anymore. But I heard...

she married a freak. He's totally impotent.

The freaky thing isn't that he's impotent. But that he has 7 kids.

I haven't seen Mariella Lorusso for a while.

But she had an unlucky marriage.

People say her husband's a bastard. Are you listening to me?

- Yes. And... - Caterina. Right?

- You know she's a widow. Right? - Yes.

Don't tell me you've come back especially for her!

Let's say I've never forgotten her.

- Well? - Well. Caterina...

l wouldn't know whether to list her or not.

- Do you see her? - I tried. But I got nowhere.

It's the only failure of my career. But even Napoleon lost at Waterloo.

I tried when her husband was alive and dead. And I wasn't the only one.

- No go. - She's a saint then.

Right. I bet she performs miracles in bed.

Anyway. If she's not a saint. She's smart. That's more likely.

I'd like to meet her by chance.

Don't worry. Tell me a day and I'll set up casual meeting.

So he says to me.

"Catania is Sicily's Milan."

As if that were a compliment!

That's my point. If democracy fails.

If freedom is a right. Then...

- Excuse me... - Calm down. Mr. Senator.

That was interesting.

- History and democratic economy. - Tell me. I'm a cultured man.

Do you know Luisa's husband. The Milanese man?

He boasts about being very well-endowed.

You know the statue of David in Florence? The nude?

He's well-endowed.

But he... Listen to this...

He even managed to... Let's start from the beginning.

He went to renew his l.D. Card and he was asked for his details.

Name? Agenore Brambilla.

Height? 1 m. 73 cm. Hair? Black.

Eyes? Light blue. Sex?

Lots of it!

- Lagana. When are you leaving? - I don't know.

- Caterina. - Hi. Giuseppe.

- Luisa. You know Giuseppe Lagana? - I don't think so.

I think I met your father. Sit down.

- How nice to see you. - It's been so long.

I feel I'm witnessing a historical meeting

The ones you talk about. "I was there." I'm going to the bar.

Caterina. I've thought about you so much.

- You've not changed at all. - You've changed a lot.

Fifteen years leave their mark on a woman.

I remembered you were pretty. But you're really beautiful.

- Everyone's looking at us. - I couldn't care less.

I could. I'm not a liberated French woman.

I'm a Sicilian woman.

Sorry. I'm so happy to see you again.

So... Will you stay around long?

I don't know.

That depends on you as well.

- What do you want. Handsome? - Nothing.

I wanted to see you away from others.

Well look. Then.

But be quick. Or people will say

I'm taking advantage of my husband's absence.

- Did you look. Handsome? - Yes... Well. No...

Luisa. I need to see you.

Alright.

Alright. We'll meet up.

What are you doing?

We can meet. But you know what I'm like.

I don't like to feel suffocated.

When I hear talk of love. I run away.

My husband's love is enough. Everyone knows how well-endowed he is.

I know that too. But I'd just be happy if when I saw you.

Instead of sticking your nose in the air and walking right past me...

I have my strong points too. We could compare them.

Alfredo. That's not what it's about.

You know what I think.

With other men. I'm only friendly in bed.

Out of bed. I keep my distance.

Each person in their own place. Bye.

Luisa. I can't take it anymore. Please!

Is that it?

Why are you kissing me? You can't even kiss!

But... I remembered you as being shy.

Think about it.

If we hadn't bumped into each other by chance...

I'm not here by chance.

I looked for you.

Do you have a good memory?

I remember everything about us.

But I bet you don't even know my phone number.

Sorry. But I'm here.

We've already said everything we needed to.

Haven't you got anything good to tell me?

I heard lots of gossip about you in five minutes at the bar.

You come from Paris. I knew that.

You were Caterina's first platonic love. I didn't know that.

- Luisa! - I said platonic.

- I have to go now. - Bye.

- Goodbye. - Will I see you again?

- Of course. Madam. - Call me Luisa.

Goodbye. Luisa.

What a handsome man!

Italian charm and French nonchalance.

Is he married?

- I don't know. - He can't be. Come on!

What do I care. Anyway?

Waiter!

Make a note... 28-14-15.

Hello?

Yes. That's me.

Of course I was expecting it.

I'm fine. How are you?

Yes. Me too.

I want to see you.

No. Not at home now.

Well. I don't know...

Tomorrow morning?

At my house.

Alright.

How pretty. Who sent them to you?

They're beautiful. Ouch. The thorns!

He's an old friend of mine. If you must know.

We went to school together.

He's been away for a long time and he's just come back.

Is it nice for a lady to get flowers. Mom?

I have to tell you... It depends on the flowers.

It depends on the man and on the woman.

- Don't get dirty. For grandma. - Right. Grandma.

If you always send me to grandma's for my holidays. I'll hate them!

Graziella...

Come on. Don't be like that.

You haven't been to grandma's fora longtime.

Look. A nice red rose for you.

If a man sends you flowers. Does that mean he's in love?

Not necessarily. But it means he's kind. That...

The car's here. Don't keep them waiting. Go on.

Do I really have to stay till Sunday?

You know what? I'll call you tomorrow night.

Saying I want you home. And you can come right away.

Thanks. Mom!

Bye. Darling.

Hi. Come in.

- You just missed my daughter. - We'll have to meet one day.

Thanks for the roses. They were beautiful.

Do you want a drink?

Yes.

Don't worry. We're not doing anything wrong.

I'm happy.

Have you ever thought about me?

I've thought about you constantly.

There was one thing...

which I've never been able to forget.

It's just that...

By thinking about it so much. I thought I'd imagined it.

Imagined what?

Do you remember that time. At your house...

Behind that curtain!

- You remember? Really? - Yes.

I've never been so embarrassed.

I was trembling allover.

Because I was worried the people next door would catch us.

But I wasn't trembling from fear.

It was your hand that was making me tremble.

It was so nice.

I've never forgotten it because that was my first time.

It was the only time...

that I actually felt pleasure.

So intensely.

But not because it was my first time.

Because it was you. It was you.

With women. I'm only friendly in bed.

Then I keep distance. Each person in their own place.

In a polite way. Obviously.

"Good morning. Madam. Best regards to your husband."

Love? Go to bed with them.

But when you hear talk of love. Run away like I do!

Really. With all the women you've had.

Did you have to fall in love here?

Giuseppe...

Tell me. What do you want from her?

One thing.

It's impossible to find someone after 15 years.

Certain things appear to have changed

and others haven't changed at all.

It's not easy finding the limit between the two things.

- That's philosophy. My friend. - Stop it.

I get it. I get it. You've gone soft in the head.

He's in love. Don Gioacchino. He's fallen in love big time!

You'll get into trouble.

Look in here. There's a hair bothering me...

No. Here. On my good side.

How nice. Don Gioacchino. Thanks.

Giuseppe. Making love is like going to the barber's.

Don't worry. Don Gioacchino. You're not my type.

You have the works done. A haircut. A shave...

- But then. Off you go. - You're such a joker.

I'm being serious. If you can't see that...

Really! I offer you a night with two gorgeous strippers.

And not only do I have to beg you.

But I almost have to apologize!

That's a bad sign!

I've paid for them.

You can't betray me like this.

I won't. Seeing you need me. I'll come.

Need you? Let's not exaggerate.

Two women don't make an army. A man like me can handle it.

Well... Thanks. Don Gioacchino. That'll do.

Well. If you come. You'll help me.

Alright. I'll pick you up.

- Don't forget. - I won't. I'll come.

No. Don't forget what I told you.

Love and romanticism are outdated.

Look at young people. They don't get serious.

- Have you got a girlfriend? - I've got five kids!

Don't laugh. He's an exception.

I'm sure he's the only young father in Italy.

What are you. A rabbit?

You know. Everyone has their own way of loving.

Love?

I'm stupid thinking about love.

And what way?

Giuseppe and I grew up together. We know each other really well.

- And we're old enough to... - Exactly. That's what I meant.

- You two. Now... - Now nothing. Luisa.

You always start over in these situations.

We never grow up. You know that?

And everything is pointless.

I think you're exaggerating. After all. What's happened?

He hasn't phoned for five days. It's no big deal!

Who's making a big deal?

I'm just angry at myself.

That's not true. He's offended you.

You're wrong. Listen...

I may be superficial. As you say.

Or a bit of a slut. As my husband says.

But when I want something. I want it

and I overcome my pride.

I don't care. After all.

Lucky you.

- There's a spider in my room! - A spider?

- A big. Hairy one! - How gross!

- We have to kill it. - I'm coming.

- I'm going. - Bye. Luisa.

Don't worry. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.

Can you see yourself out?

- Well. Where's the spider? - I made it up!

Why did you do that?

I wanted to get rid of her.

I should be very angry with you.

Tell me. Mom. ls your friend still sending you flowers?

Get under the covers. Come on.

It's bedtime.

He hasn't sent me anymore.

Go to sleep.

Bye. Sweetie. Go to sleep.

Please. Leave the door open for me.

Caterina. I swear I'll be really quiet.

I absolutely have to see you.

Of course. Just for five minutes.

You know... I have something for you.

See you soon.

Bye.

It's beautiful.

It's really beautiful and thank you. But...

It belonged to my mother.

Here. I'd like you to wear it.

It's gorgeous. Thank you.

Did you go outwith a woman?

With Alfredo. The one from the jeweller's.

So with two women then.

Caterina. It's you I've come back for.

All those years I lived without you.

Were empty for me.

I always looked for you in other women.

I promise I'll never make you angry.

- I'll never be boring. - I know.

Never. Never...

You're beautiful.

- I love you. - You're sweet. You're beautiful.

I love you.

Great. Mom! No school today!

- Why? - It's late. You didn't wake me up.

It's ten o'clock! God. I didn't hear the alarm!

I've overslept!

How nice. Did he give it to you?

- What? - This. It's nicer than flowers.

Did you see him again?

People in Paris don't have the time to talk.

To walk.

Only to live.

And when a tourist has seen...

Place Pigalle. The Champs Elysees or the Eiffel Tower.

They think they know France!

Yes. But the girls are more beautiful.

- Who told you that? - I know.

I've seen both ugly and pretty girls. Here they're all pretty though.

The French are very courteous. And you've learnt from them.

How come your father's painting is gone?

I took it down. I don't need a photo to remember a dead man.

We're going next door. Bye.

My goodness!

- Your daughter's really nice. - She's way too smart.

- Do you really like her? - Yes. You can see she loves you.

- She looks out for you. - Right. Did you notice?

How she saved me. When we talked about the painting?

Maybe I was silly to take it down.

But I felt it was the right thing to do.

Your daughter understands. She loves you too.

- This was the last article... - Good morning.

Madam. Giuseppe.

The days are nicer when you're in love.

- You're so funny. - That's just the way I am.

Want to know something really great?

I'm no longer scared of what others think.

At long last. Good.

Yes. Since my daughter knows. I don't care about the others.

I really don't care.

- It was there. - Yes!

My father and your father were next door smoking.

It was the first time we'd been left alone.

And I was hiding here. With my heart in my throat.

Until I heard you arrive.

- What are you doing? - Just looking at myself.

Come on. Go to bed. It's late.

Why don't you and Giuseppe stay the night?

I'd like you to. I don't like being alone.

I thought you...

I'm fine if you are.

- Do you still love your mom? - Of course.

That's a silly question.

- Can I go for a swim? - Go on. But don't be late back.

- Do you mind? - No.

Thanks. Bye!

Graziella likes to think of you as a dad. Have you noticed?

Yes.

Goodnight.

Are you going to stay the night?

- Don't you mind? - No. Really.

Goodnight. Graziella.

Graziella. Your sheet's come off.

Graziella.

- Where are you? - Aqui. Hombre.

There they are. My goodness. How noisy.

Girls. Turn the volume down.

I'll get changed and get you some coffee.

- Will you dance with me? - Thanks. But I'm taken.

- You can go in the office. - No. They're fun.

Girls. Turn down the volume!

Finished!

Let's put on some more exciting music.

Here. This one.

Listen to this.

Long legs. Want to dance the tango?

I don't know what I'd do after a tango!

- Yes. Take my legs! - What a cheek!

- What long legs you have. - All the better to squeeze you with.

- Little girl. Don't be scared. - What will happen to me?

- How fit! - What long hands you have.

- What a long tongue you have! - All the better to eat you with.

Come here. Let me give it to you.

Why have you got basil in your pocket?

- It's an aphrodisiac. - You need that?

It's not for me. But for the others. I'm generous.

The other men or women?

Women. I haven't got to men yet.

It's not worth your while. Apart from us two.

There's nothing special around.

Girls. Girls. This works on girls.

By the way. How's your love story going?

Good.

Very good.

Things are going well.

Oh. There's danger then.

No. No danger.

You really are lucky.

Your lover has no husband. So there aren't any shoot-outs.

You even have her daughter's blessing...

she's dying for it...

- Graziella? - Yes. Graziella.

Don't get offended. I said she's dying for it. Not that she's a slut.

Grazieiia is really nice girl.

I'm not saying she isn't. You want some advice?

Listen to me. I've got experience.

Don't get too serious about her. It's risky.

What do you mean?

Let me explain...

Her husband's dead so he won't shoot you.

But that leaves room for you to be her husband.

That's the risk. Because only as her husband will she cheat on you.

Let me explain better.

If your woman cheats on her man to be with you.

That means her man's being cheated on too.

But as she can't cheat on you both in the same bed.

You'll both end up being faithful.

- Pirandello! - No. It's mine.

Gamma?

Why didn't you answer?

You didn't call me.

And anyway. I'm reading.

- What are you reading? - Nothing.

What is it?

Nothing.

- Where's Caterina? - She's not here.

- What are you reading? - Nothing.

I'm all for equal rights.

But a woman shouldn't expect me to give my seat up if I'm there first.

What if she's pregnant?

I'll let her sit down. If she's pregnant.

She could be expecting a boy.

But usually. It's first come. First served.

Let's stop this "Ladies first." nonsense. Okay?

- Yes. - And anyway...

if women enjoy making love too.

Why does it have to be men who court them. Wait for hours.

As if waiting for a favour.

If they want to. They can call me. If not. That's too bad.

I'm not the only one who loses out. There aren't many real men left.

Lanzafano Jeweller's.

Is that you, Alfredo? It's Luisa.

- Hello. My dear. How are you? - How am I? Fine.

Sorry I didn't call. I've been busy.

But the maid said you called all day yesterday.

Yes. You try calling.

I'll see if I can find some time.

Are you crazy? Who wants to see you?

I called you about a ring setting.

Yes. You're right. I'll explain later.

No. You won't. I'll go to another jeweller.

Alright. I'll call you tomorrow.

I said don't call me anymore!

Please. Don't cry. You know I can't stand tears.

Tears are a manifestation of childish hysteria.

I told you I'd explain!

There's nothing to explain. You should be in a mental hospital!

Listen... Call me back when you've calmed down. Okay?

When women get hold of you... God forbid!

Giuseppe? Wake up. Coffee's ready.

Wake up. Darling. Your coffee will get cold.

Come on. Sleepy head. Come on. Wake up.

I'm going to church.

Hi.

Can I stay here with you for a while?

I like being here. You know?

I'm tired.

I'm going to sleep in my room.

When we were a civilized country.

Palermo and Baghdad were the most important capitals of the world.

But then Baghdad evolved and we got left behind.

We can only have one wife here. And often things don't work out.

And you can't say she's faulty and exchange her.

But there. You can exchange her for a better one.

You can even have 5 or 6 wives.

There's a second-hand market. You go along and buy one.

An average wife costs the same as a Fiat 500.

And they're good on the road.

If they play up. You can say. "Go straight to bed with no dinner!"

They're headstrong people.

Well. Yes. I'm happy. Why. Can you tell?

You look like an advert for passionate love.

And he looks like a romantic hero who's been devoured by passion.

At least this relationship is doing you good.

You look great. But him...

Look at him. Have a look.

He's a physical wreck.

Caterina. I'm going outside.

But we're playing cards.

- That doesn't matter. - Stay. I'll come and get you later.

What would rather I do?

- That you stay. - Alright.

I was telling Caterina that you look a bit rough.

Women love a bit of rough.

What a charming man.

Who is it?

- Oh. It's you. - Hi.

- I left my keys and lighter. - Mom's gone to play cards.

- You know when she'll be back? - No. But she's not been gone long.

- Do you mind me being here? - No.

Lift them up!

You men are all dirty swines.

- Can I help you? - No.

What do you mean that we're all swines?

Why. Isn't that true?

- Not all of us. It depends. - All of you.

- Come here. - No.

Would you pass me the magazines?

Here.

- Sit down. - No. I have to finish.

Have a rest. Then start again.

No.

I've had enough.

- Do you want it? - No. Let's read it together.

I'll hold it.

Turn the page.

Turn the page.

- Have you read it? - Yes.

Turn the page.

Turn the page.

Do you want to read another one?

No.

What do you want?

Who taught you how to kiss like that?

Have you done this before?

Who with?

- With a friend. - How old is he?

Twenty.

- But it was different with him. - How?

I like it more with you.

Do you still see him?

I haven't wanted to see him since I met you.

And did you do what we did?

No!

Yes. But I like it more with you.

It's more natural with you.

I think about doing something and I do it.

Let's do it again.

I don't care about the concert. If you're not coming.

I'll come if you prefer.

Don't blackmail him. Poor man.

- Who's blackmailing him? - You have to have interests.

Alright. I'll go. See you later.

Well done! You're free for the afternoon.

So what if I'm free. If she's not around?

- Bye. - If I get my hands on him...

It was hot yesterday. Today it's cooler.

- Here's your ice-cream. - You look horrible!

What's that growth under your nose?

- How can you kiss women? - I wanted one like yours.

I always get copied.

A moustache is good.

But only big enough to let women feel the hairs.

Your lip has to be free.

Because a woman has the right to feel flesh.

Yes. Sir. I thought it was so simple.

But seeing it's so tricky. I'll shave it off tomorrow.

Yes. You shave it off.

- I can't do anything right! - They're just kids.

Giuseppe!

Come here!

This is a very important friend of mine.

He's been with the best women in Europe.

He spent 15 years in Paris. Pigalle. Montmartre.

The Latin Quarter. It goes by that name

because that's where you meet the world's Latin lovers.

He's got a good reputation overseas.

He's not a loser like you guys.

Sit down and have a drink with us.

- Giuseppe Lagana. - Hi. Rosario.

We were having a chat about...

- Women. - Actually. It was about you.

But first we talked about psychology.

- Women's psychology. - Right.

About why women that you've slept with.

Ignore you when you meet them in the street.

There... You see that hot chick?

Don't turn around.

I've slept with her 15 times.

- How many times? - Forty times.

Now look. She walks past me as if we've never met.

Ungrateful woman!

It doesn't matter though. I'm not bothered.

If you leave me. You lose me!

Careful. If someone who knows her hears you. You'll get a slap.

Only my barber can slap me.

And even he took precautions

by asking for written consent.

Go ahead and laugh. You know me well enough.

Giuseppe. You look distant.

Don't look. That girl's over there.

Shit. She looks nice.

Lucky is the man who'll marry her.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

Listen. Tell me something.

Are you following her or is she following you?

Goodbye.

It's a touchy subject.

I upset him. Didn't I?

Giuseppe!

Do you know Mimi?

- Nice to meet you. - I thought you'd be at the concert.

- No. I didn't say I'd go. - I thought you did.

I'm going home. I have to study.

- I'll take you. - Yes. But you're not coming up.

- Bye. - Good morning.

Hi!

- Is that your boyfriend? - No.

- Is he your fiancé? - No. He's not my fiancé.

- But is he the one... - Yes. He's handsome. Isn't he?

He wanted to come up. But I didn't want him to.

He left right away.

You didn't want him to what?

Shall we go up?

- Here I am. - Hi. Mom.

I was having an ice-cream with Mimi and we met.

- How was the concert? - Wonderful.

You know... I was thinking.

What about?

If I tell you. Will you think I'm silly?

Tell me.

Well. It's as if...

I've never been unfaithful to you.

Yes. Because...

it's as if nothing's happened in all these years.

I was waiting for you.

You're not silly.

I don't deserve you. Caterina.

Stroke my hair.

Bravo!

I thought you'd changed your mind.

It was nothing.

- It was the wind. - No. It wasn't.

It's your mom.

- Go away. - No.

Let me explain.

I don't want any explanations. Leave this house.

Caterina. It' not what you think.

Go away. Go away!

I want you to go!

I want to kill you. I want to rip you apart!

Let me speak!

You don't know what happened. Don't jump to conclusions.

Please don't let this spoil things for us.

You disgust me.

You disgust me! Why?

Why?

I feel like I'm going mad!

I feel like I'm going mad!

I feel so mad!

Graziella is my daughter!

I love you. I...

- What am I going to do now? - Calm down!

Stop.

Don't be like this.

I believed in our love.

I believed in us.

I really loved you. You know?

I really loved you. And...

And I still feel that way now.

But I also feel hate. Disgust and shame.

But... I still feel that way.

Because it doesn't just vanish. You know?

I still feel that way.

I also feel...

What will it be like

when it'll all be over.

When the confusion will be over?

It'll be terrible. Won't it?

- I'll go away. - It'll be terrible.

But I need your forgiveness first.

You're the only one I want.

No. Not like this!

It's not so simple!

You think you can fix everything with that?

You fill me with you and everything's alright? No!

I just know that I love you.

You don't get it. You men don't get it!

You don't get it!

It can't be fixed like this.

Love... What love? Made of what?

No. You think with that.

You reason with that. It's your banner.

But it's not so simple!

It's not so simple.

We had...

We had something different. You know?

And I'm not making it up.

It's not only me that feels it. You do too.

So do you. We...

I may sound old-fashioned talking of faith and trust.

But they exist. And without them nothing else matters.

Nothing else matters. Do you understand?

But that's my problem.

I have to deal with that.

But not Graziella!

Not Graziella!

Graziella's a kid. Do you understand?

Graziella's my daughter. And you... And I...

I want to die!

You didn't cheat on me with another woman.

You cheated on me with my daughter!

She's still a kid. Don't you see that?

She's a kid. She doesn't understand. She doesn't know...

Because once you know. You suffer.

And I know how! Don't you understand?

She's still a kid. There's still time for her!

- Calm down. - She's a kid!

Graziella is a kid. There's time for her.

There's time.

It's late. You're not going to school.

I know.

You're leaving today.

- Me? - You're going to your grandma's.

You'll stay there till I find a good boarding school.

I need a wee.

I'm not going to boarding school!

Nor to grandma's!

I promise I'll be good. But don't send me away!

Graziella. Listen...

Do you realize what you've done?

Yes. I won't do it again.

- I cannot trust you. - Trust Giuseppe then.

This isn't about Giuseppe.

Giuseppe won't set foot in here again.

We're talking about what you did to me.

- Do you understand? - Ouch. You're hurting me.

Mom...

Oh. God.

I didn't mean to.

Graziella...

Graziella. Listen.

Listen to me.

Graziella. I don't want to punish you.

That's not what I want.

But what happened is really serious.

Very serious.

If your father were here...

If my father were here. Giuseppe wouldn't be.

That's true. You're right.

I've done everything wrong.

But I'll make amends.

Now. I'll defend myself and I'll defend you too.

Even if I have to suffer.

Even if I'll be left on my own.

Even if I have to send you away.

Giuseppe won't let you send me away.

Giuseppe will do as I say.

He won't. If you're nasty to me. He'll defend me.

Graziella!

I'm hungry. Can I make myself a coffee?

Graziella.

You don't need defending from me. But from him.

Mom. Why don't you tell me the truth?

What do you mean by the truth?

You're right to be angry with us because of what we did.

But if we now promise not to do it again...

Graziella. Listen darling.

I'm not angry. I'm saddened.

And not just for what you think.

You see. I have to think for you.

Even if it seems I'm being nasty.

Mom. Listen. I...

I swear I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you anymore.

I won't everything to go back to how it was. Mom.

What do mean by "how it was"?

I mean...

How it was. When...

When nothing had happened.

Nothing can go back to how it was.

Everything always leaves its mark.

Always.

So what happened between us can't be forgotten.

No. That has to be forgotten!

Giuseppe has to come back here then.

Why? How dare you? Why are you saying that?

Because if you send me away. He'll come after me.

And if you send him away. I'll go after him.

But if we stay here. I promise nothing will happen.

- I don't want promises. - What do you want?

I want you to look me in the eyes.

I'm looking at you.

Alright.

Alright. Graziella.

I'll trust you.

What about him?

He...

He can decide what he wants.

You want a coffee?

No.

No. Thanks.

Graziella doesn't love me. It was a game and I went along with it.

With what we have.

Do you really think it's so important?

A game? You talk as if it's a game?

I just know that I've always loved you.

But this will separate us!

If we can't overcome this. We'd better not see each other again.

You can't bring this up every time!

Calm down. Giuseppe.

- Look at yourself. - Nothing else counts. Don't you see?

There's no point in trusting a man and a young girl.

What do you mean?

I... I don't trust myself.

I accept it. Do you understand? This isn't about trust.

I accept it.

I accept it.

You're right. Let's go our separate ways.

Whatever will be. Will be. I don't want to go crazy.

I'm telling you that mom knows I come here.

- That's not true. - It is.

She knows you come here when she's out.

And she also knows that I know she knows.

Why do you say that?

- It's true. She's a sad woman! - Don't say that!

- Do you still love her? - Yes.

I still love her.

- Do you love me? - Yes.

I don't want you to sleep with her as well.

- You must only sleep with me. - You don't understand.

It was when the newspaper had sent me to Korea.

I stayed there a year.

But the most interesting work I've done

was a report in Africa.

About Guinea.

- We can talk. Can't we? - Of course.

Why don't you talk about what you did last night? It'll be fun.

Anything's more fun than being here.

And seeing that you're not having fun...

She speaks for herself.

Sorry. Giuseppe. I didn't mean it.

I was joking.

Shall we go to the pictures?

No. I'm busy.

- And you should study. - Don't act like the good father.

Why don't you tell her as well that you're going to have fun?

- When will you come back? - I'll call you.

You stupid woman!

No... I mean. Yes... I know there's tension.

But you know what Caterina's like.

And quite rightly. Maybe.

But Caterina doesn't trust me with her secrets.

But I trust you. Luisa.

I need a favour.

Someone else has to talk to her. Not me.

Don't worry. I'll help you.

Here...

Caterina and I can't go on like this.

The situation is unbearable. I no longer care.

Good. That's the way to be.

But things have got complicated.

Too complicated.

And for all the thought I've given it. Believe me...

I have to end it.

But. You see. Luisa...

That's precisely what Caterina...

refuses to understand. She thinks I don't love her anymore.

Damn you. Giuseppe. Why didn't you stay in Paris?

I'm on your side. Anyhow.

I can try talking to Caterina. But...

who will talk to you know who?

I'm not involved. I don't know what's going on...

and I couldn't care less. - You shouldn't care.

- Finding out from others isn't nice. - Leave me alone.

I can accept orgies. Triangles. And wife-swapping.

But getting a young girl involved. Playing both fields.

That I won't accept. It's dishonest!

Alfredo. Listen to me.

I love Caterina. Even if it doesn't seem like that.

That doesn't make it alright for anyone to interfere. Not even you.

I'm not some playboy for you to judge.

It's my business!

Sorry.

Yes...

Forget it. Go on.

Yes. Of course. I'm better off without either of them.

Maybe I should leave.

What good would that do?

What I really don't get

is how a man with your experience.

A Sicilian man like you. Who's travelled the world.

Can get involved in something like this.

Yes. I know. I realize that.

But travelling the world I've lost the good sense of this country.

And once the game had started. It was too late!

Graziella won't be hurt. She doesn't love me.

But there's one thing I am sure of. I love Caterina.

But she'll never understand that what happened means nothing to me.

I don't feel guilty. I'm not able to feel guilty.

Alright. I deserve to suffer.

It serves me right. But not Graziella!

Caterina. Think about it. Graziella is a kid.

Kids play games. But they don't suffer.

That's what you say. But they do suffer. And how!

And Graziella is no longer a kid. Thanks to you!

What do you want me to do?

I just don't want you to be nasty to her.

Don't be nasty to Graziella.

Am I nasty with you?

I don't matter. Anymore.

I... It's no longer about me.

I've lost everything. You see.

I've lost your love. I've lost my daughter's respect.

And quite rightly.

But you haven't lost everything. You're wrong.

- You can get it all back. - No.

You're tired of me. And I've let her down.

But the hardest thing to accept is that I've let myself down.

That's hard to accept!

I was wrong. Don't blame yourself.

Don't try to make me feel better.

Save me that. At least.

I can't explain.

Giuseppe. I want one thing from you.

Just one. I've already told you. Be kind to Graziella.

Don't be nasty to her. You mustn't be!

Try to see her occasionally.

Let her see you still love her...

but in the right way! - You're wrong.

A clean break would be right.

What's right?

How dare you say that to me!

You're telling me what's right?

- This will never end. - It's already ended for you!

You take me to an island. To lecture me and give me advice.

To get rid of me. You got rid of me.

Good. You were very good.

You realize what you've done? You've treated me like a dog!

Caterina. I'm sorry.

I thought you came to talk about Graziella. Not about you.

Didn't Graziella come?

She might come later.

- Are you going to have a swim? - I don't feel like it.

I don't feel like it either then.

Can I stay here with you?

Of course.

What if Graziella sees us here alone?

So what if she sees us alone?

Isn't she jealous? Yes. She's jealous.

Why should she be? Why do you say that?

There's no point in lying to me.

Graziella tells me everything.

I know about everything you do.

Down to the last detail. Can I get changed in your cabin?

Yes.

Can I use your towels?

Yes.

Why don't you give me a hand?

No.

Are you crazy?

He only did it to make me jealous. You stupid girl!

You're nothing to him. He was just playing!

So was I. I couldn't care less.

I just wanted to try it.

You don't care that he used to sleep with your mother.

What's my mom got to do with it? Giuseppe's mine now!

He's mine!

That's what she says.

She waves her arms and shouts. "Giuseppe is mine!"

And what did you say?

What could I say?

Grazieiia is behaving like a child.

Graziella?

Darling. What's wrong?

Don't be like that. Tell me.

Talk to me. Tell me.

What's wrong?

I've got nothing to say to you.

Talk to me. Please. Try.

Try telling me. Try.

Don't be like this!

He... He's sleeping with...

With?

With Rosina!

- With Rosina? - Yes.

But he doesn't love her. I know!

- Now... - And he doesn't love me either!

He loves you. He told me!

Don't think about him. We have to forget him.

You're older. You can get him back.

You're older. You know what to do.

- You have to do it for me! - What do you want me to do. Darling?

Bring him back!

What?