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Is there a bathroom?

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

I need it now.

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

If you want, there's a service toilet.

REAL-TIME POLLS

Oliveri!

You know why you can't find words?

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

Ever!

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

and we won't let you?

Get out of here, you gotta get lost.

You gotta get out of here!

Get out of here, understand?

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

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

Sooner or later
the shame will paralyze you!

In obscura nocte sidera micant.

Get out of here, understand?

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

because it's far more ignominious to die

through judgment, than through revolt…

which is unjust.

Would tomorrow be all right?

Thank you.

Her name's Federica Civatti.

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

They sent her on purpose.

-You mean them?
-Who else?

Why did she use Latin?

She's a high school teacher.

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

there's the rough draft of a speech.

Something to tell me?

Nothing.

Bye, Andrea, take care.

Yes?

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

I just got back.

I'm in Beijing,
the conference just closed.

I'm exhausted.

There was a reception
at the Embassy tonight,

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

And you, how are you?

Nothing special.

I'm going to bed early, as usual.

I saw that woman
contesting you on TV news.

Are you listening?

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

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

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

-Kisses to you too.
-Bye.

Sorry, it's so late.

Come in.

I can't sleep anyway.

You're scared.

You're worried.

And you'd like to be consoled.

But unfortunately, that's impossible.

We were blinded.

We were assholes to go with him.

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

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

What do you mean?

After him…

there will be no trace of us.

VIEW COMMENTS

OPPOSITION IS DEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT

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

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

RIDICULOUS AND PITIFUL

You've reached the answering machine…

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

The Senator told me not to pick him up,

that he'd come on his own.

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

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

No, stay there.

I might call you back.

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

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

Forgive me for calling, have a good trip.

Andrea, what's going on?

-Nothing…
-Why isn't he here?

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

No, I swear.

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

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

He'll let me know later.

We need to communicate
we've had a mishap.

Of course.

Enrico?

I'll take a look.

OLIVERI CONTESTED AT THE ASSEMBLY

A message from the Senator?

It's something I left here.

-Shall we go?
-Yes, of course.

"I'm ready to fight,

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

Andrea will find the way
to justify my absence,

without creating alarm…"

Do you hear me?

Certainly, go on.

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

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

That's it.

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

Can't you think of anyone? A friend…

A politician has no friends.

What's his name?

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

He hasn't said a word since he came.

He just needs a little rest, I think.

Danielle.

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

I must have embarrassed you.

I need a few days to breathe.

Sure.

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

Yes.

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

I'm not running.

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

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

You're better without glasses.

Where are your husband and daughter?

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

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

Television?

Movies.

Do I know him?

Mung.

He's one of my favorite directors.

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

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

And what did he say?

That you've got a great face.

Hello, everyone.

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

in light of the Secretary's health.

We have to organize a brief substitution

which, needless to say,

comes at a particularly difficult moment.

Sorry I'm late.

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

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

Bottini, tell us something.

We're hanging on your every word.

Enrico is well, he sends greetings,

and you'll be pleased to know

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

How many?

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

the usual caution.

Why doesn't he release an interview?

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

First, for understandable reasons
of personal reserve

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

meaning, the image of his recovery
might make one think

of a party in the worst of health.

Unfortunately, things are different
than you intellectuals see them.

For me, this ill health
is an unexpected boon,

so why not make the most of it?

People love gossip.

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

I say we talk directly with him.

Meantime let's have him
feel our affection,

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

-Shall we call him?
-I will.

No, I'll call him.

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

Too much tension,
too many sneak attacks.

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

Maybe there is someone who could help us.

-Who?
-Giovanni, his brother.

The professor? But isn't he…

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

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

Do you know why?

I don't know a thing about his youth,

only the idiocies they put in the paper:

the listless child prodigy,
his passion for films,

the sudden craze for politics.

Idiocies.

In a moment the President
will pass through the Map Room

and can meet with you.

If you'll follow me.

Thank you.

Mr. President…

Thank you.

I'd say things aren't very clear.

Is he really ill?

Of course, it's just a small operation.

A silly thing
that won't leave consequences.

Then why all the mystery?

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

The country can't allow
absenteeism of the opposition.

Some are just waiting
to take advantage of it.

The Secretary is aware of this.

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

Sudden ill health
has required a few days recovery

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

Oliveri's health problem isn't known.

His aides are talking about fatigue.

The slender 50-year-old Senator,

has always enjoyed good health.

The President of the Republic

has wished him a speedy recovery.

THE ILLUSION OF LIVING

GIOVANNI ERNANI IS THE PEN-NAME
OF A FAMOUS PHILOSOPHER

Who is it?

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

Professor Giovanni Ernani.

See those houses?

I'm looking for Professor Ernani.

Why are you looking for him?

It's a very long story,

it's a private matter, personal.

I'm sorry, the professor is not in.

It's about his brother, Enrico.

Has he died?

No, good heavens.

Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

Why should I have been frightened?

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

If you like…

Come in, leave the door open.

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

Do you like books? Take it.

It may seem a bit difficult at first,

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

-Take it.
-Thank you.

I wanted to ask you…

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

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

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

Poor thing, tell him to come,

he can't stay in his room!

He can come, he's not locked in.

He's found the ideal arrangement.

He could take a walk in the evening.

Why not in daytime too?

He's a bit special.

No one must know he's in Paris.

They might recognize him.

Why? Who is he?

He's an important Italian politician.

Like… Hollande and Sarkozy?

Like Obama!

My name is Mung, please sit down.

Have a seat.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you all,

but my medicine has run out.

If there's an open pharmacy…

I'll go, it's wiser.

No, I'd rather take a little walk,

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

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

Thank you, very kind.

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

He must have asked
someone for hospitality.

Surely he's not someone from your circle.

It's very hard to get into his head.

Enrico has never really
been able to be himself.

Excuse me.

Senator!

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Could we have a few words?

Maybe a short interview.

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

-Please sit down.
-Thank you.

This gray hair of yours

is it due to your recent illness?

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

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

The doctor has advised a few days of rest.

Your electorate have
little reason to rejoice.

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

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

Maybe I shouldn't write that.

No, actually, write this too.

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

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

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

You know I'm the only one he trusts.

Andrea?

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

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

Fear is the music of democracy.

Fear.

The powerful try to challenge it.

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

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

And that's why politicians

sooner or later
try to falsify their biographies.

Look-alikes, copies, tricks.

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

Now let me eat in peace.

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

You're welcome.

Listen…

What fucking illness did he have?

He's another man!

This interview will be a bombshell.

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

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

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

What's that journalist's name?

Arrighi, from Corriere Della Sera.

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

It might even be useful to you.

What is it?

-Did you hear from him?
-Not exactly.

But maybe I've found a solution.

But you have to agree.

Ok.

And you know why? To spite him.

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

He might be crazy, but he has method.

And he's funny too.

How do you do.

Giovanni Ernani.

Anna Oliveri.

Will you show him the house, his room?

Can I leave you two alone?

Please excuse me.

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

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

This will be your wardrobe.

As you see, Enrico
took practically nothing with him.

His glasses are here.

Did I scare you?

You look just like him.

Yes, If I want, I can be.

Do you have servants?

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

Your brother doesn't like having people.

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

Are you leaving him here?

I certainly can't take him with me!

I wouldn't have the time.

I can't worry about him while I work.

I mean, I'm not his nanny!

But he's here for you!

You're one of my favorite filmmakers.

Danielle told me.

I never thought I had a fan
among Italian politicians.

Maybe I'm an exception.

Politics and cinema are similar,

bluffing and genius co-exist in both,

and it's hard to tell them apart.

Here we are.

This medicine doesn't exist here,

I can give you an equivalent,

but tell me what it's for.

You suffer from depression, right?

Yes, he suffers from depression.

I'm sorry…

This piano is mine, did you know?

I didn't.

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

I'm sorry I woke you.

No problem.

Well, Sir, the Senator's back.

Of course.

So much the better.

Welcome back, Senator.

We can go.

Here's the interview.

Oh yeah?

FEAR IS THE MUSIC OF DEMOCRACY

I don't like the picture.

Doesn't look anything like me!

The interview is exceptional, brilliant.

Hegel said that reading the papers…

Is a layman's prayer.

Yes, real crap.

I never read them.

They'll ask what your illness was.

Let's try to stay with what we said.

What should I talk about?

Here's the speech, just read it.

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

Taking the floor will be
an economist, a union leader

and one of those journalists
who know everything

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

They want to know
the direction we're headed

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

I think I'll improvise.

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

Is it true you're resigning?

Have you read the polls?

You return from a mysterious absence
and immediately astound us

by proposing a change of line.

Is it remorse
for the disastrous outcome of your office,

a late admission of guilt?

What newspaper is he with?

I'm Corsini, you know me very well.

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

What does that mean?

I've just told the truth about my Party.

Would you write the truth
about your publisher?

We're an independent newspaper.

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

Do you know Epimenides' liar paradox?

I asked you a question.

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

Another question…

Isn't it too heavy?

I'll get the key from the neighbor.

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

Today I'll talk to you…

about catastrophes.

A great French philosopher
once said that catastrophes

are the only true resources of the South.

They're the only resources…

ERNANI SHOWS NO FORMS OF DELUSIONS
AND WILL BE RELEASED

CONTINUE THE THERAPY WITH LEMIDAL

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

All we hear of are new catastrophes,

real and presumed.

We are witnessing politics and industry

thrive on catastrophes.

I wonder how people can tolerate all this.

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

But, speaking of catastrophes,

I'd like to say a word also…

about my Party.

We…

who should be the first

to oppose these goings-on,

we've been too soft, uncertain,

undecided, unreliable, open.

In a word, accessories.

We haven't had…

a clear voice.

Even if sometimes someone tried to talk,

people didn't hear a thing.

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

I am here…

so that tomorrow it can't be said:

"The times were dark…

because they remained silent."

Mommy says you're longtime friends.

Yes.

For about…

25 years.

We met in Cannes.

Did you love cinema too?

Yes.

Were you together?

Look.

Daddy said you still love Mommy.

He knows by how you look at her.

Senator, welcome back!

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

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

You're another man.

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

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

Who says I'm the same person?

Nolfo called me.

He's worried by our silence,

by the rumors circulating on your absence.

Without an alliance
with Nolfo's center group,

we'll lose the elections.

It's spring.

Light veils of fog…

envelope the nameless mountain.

Is it mine.

This figure with back turned,

walking away in the rain?

There he is!

Hello, Senator.

Welcome back.

What is the Party decision
regarding election alliances?

Let me ask you a question:

to defeat this government,
the worst in our history,

is it allowable to ally oneself
even with the devil?

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

I mean the devil in person, he exists.

But this country of Catholics
has always preferred surrogates.

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

In concrete,
will you make this alliance or not?

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

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

Is it mine, this figure with back turned,

walking away…

in the fog?

In the rain.

Is it a riddle?

It's a haiku.

Have you seen Danielle?

The script supervisor?

-Upstairs.
-Thanks.

Close the door.

You can't stay here!

Wait downstairs.

WORDS WERE NEVER SO CLEAR

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

Hello?

What is it?

You can hear breathing.

It's you.

Hello, I'm Marà, Danielle sends me.

Come, the shooting's starting now.

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

or they'll blame me.

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

Hello, Senator.

A huge crowd is waiting outside.

Good.

Goodbye.

Don't look at me like that.

Someone might notice.

Besides that affair is over, right?

What is it, Bottini?

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

I couldn't avoid it.

Fine.

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

Even better.

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

-Do you need anything?
-No.

I'm going out…

-See you tomorrow.
-And your appointments?

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

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

What? You did!

You were so happy when we inaugurated it.

Where are you rushing off to?

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

-Who is it?
-Giovanni.

Bottini, let me present my friends.

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

Thank you.

Do you have children?

Can you drive?

Yes… why?

I have to meet my friends
to then go skiing.

Mom asked a driver to take me.

Would you take me?

Of course!

You can turn out the light.

Good night.

-Do you go the movies?
-Not really.

The last time was… three years ago.

You politicians don't live healthy!

That's true.

I try to see four films a week.

Your mother was like you.

This week I saw…

E.T., Great Expectations,

Avatar and…

Last Tango in Paris.

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

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

Hello.

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

-Are you with Hélène?
-Yes.

I know you!

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

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

Have a good trip.

You too!

No, you too.

My dear old friend is back.

I was fearful for you

and for us all.

There aren't many of us who reason.

I see only who's gone gaga, thieves,

and bankers.

You put it well: it's a catastrophe.

But we're being asked for concrete action.

What would you do?

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

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

Who are you?

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

has disappeared.

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

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

Where are you going?

Or disappear entirely
to come back to being?

Where are you?

He disappeared!

How do you feel?

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

Tell me something about yourself.

Well… you've seen, haven't you?

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

Don't screw around with me!

Until the other day,
Oliveri was a wet rag.

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

I don't believe in miracles.

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

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

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

We're in the shit!

And we're under pressure today.

-What happened?
-Michel felt ill.

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

Are you ready, Enrico?

One, two, three…

Gently.

All right?

I didn't think you were so good.

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

But we have to go after nine,

when the clientele can't go.

Madame Chancellor awaits you, please.

I'm very pleased to meet you

and exchange opinions

on the difficult situation
we find ourselves in.

Your words, always surprising
in these dark times,

have become a light for us.

You're cryptic, you know?

Meaning?

You always seem out of place.

Not always.

Now, for example, here…

I feel fine.

You seem like you've lost something.

What did you do to your hair?

It's gray!

Can I stay?

Of course.

Your feet are cold.

Like always.

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

It makes you look like…

a philosopher.

A poet.

It does?

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

A visionary.

Hi, Giovanni, how are you?

Quiet!

Don't you have anything to tell me?

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

With Marà?

I won't tell you.

Then don't.

You should ruffle your hair a little.

You'd look better.

De Bellis called.

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

He'd like to have a chat.

What would my brother do?

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

Instead, I will.

What is it?

Sooner or later your brother will be back.

And you wouldn't like that, right?

I wouldn't like that.

I want to confess something.

The very thought gives me shivers.

I'd vote for a man like you.

And you feel guilty about it.

Don't worry.

It happens.

It happens when you're afraid of winning.

Let's be less formal, Andrea.

See all the people?

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

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

And it's not here.

Passion.

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

Listen, I'm talking directly to you.

You say:

things are going bad for us,

darkness is enveloping,

strength wanes.

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

than when we began.

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

His strength seems to have grown.

He's taken on an invincible appearance.

And we've made mistakes.

We can't deny it.

There are fewer and fewer of us.

Our words are confused.

The enemy has twisted part of our words,

making them unrecognizable.

What is wrong,

false,

in what we've said?

Something, everything?

What can we still count on?

Are we survivors,

carried by the current?

Do we stay behind
no longer understanding anyone…

and understood by no one?

Or do we have to count…

on good fortune?

That's what you're asking.

Expect no answer…

but your own.

I've never seen you eat
with such appetite.

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

What happening to you?
You talk about passion.

This morning you actually almost moved me.

It would have been a miracle.

What's your aim?

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

We can't allow ourselves to be naive.

I…

might be useful to you.

I don't know what you can do alone.

Free Italians from fear.

Fear?

Interesting.

And laudable.

But I know you well.

I know that this sudden exuberance,

this cutting speech,

and, I'll admit, truly effective,

doesn't belong to you.

It's not in your DNA.

Meaning?

An eminent politician
once told me about his experience

with certain chemical substances.

He said they were a formidable help

and resolve certain personality disorders.

I'd say it's certain that you are…

on something strong.

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

-I have no objection.
-Excellent idea.

I really mean it.

What underlies all this?

You see, De Bellis,

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

But the people understand it very well.

Even the Party elephants
know the tune's changing.

Resign yourself to it.

To what?

We'll win this time.

They called her Bocca di Rosa
She put love

They called her Bocca di Rosa
She put love before everything

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

Everyone knew at a glance
She was not a missionary

Some make love out of boredom
Some make it their profession

Bocca di Rosa did neither
She did it for passion

Go along, I'll catch up.

Bertrand asked me
to buy him a box of colors.

Yes?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

Who are you?

A time-waster? Is this a joke?

Hello?

Hello?

It's me.

How are you, Giovanni?

Are you well?

I want to thank you.

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

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

Can you?

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

But where's Enrico?

Enrico!

Where is he?

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

Calm down.

-Hello!
-I wanted to surprise Danielle.

As you can see: zero autonomy.

-The country has done you good!
-Thanks.

I see why Danielle loved you.

You're another man!

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

Come here.

Under what conditions
would you soften your position?

Personally, under no conditions.

It's not a question
of bargaining, wrangling.

There must be no interruptions.

Therefore it's an ethical, moral matter.

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

who are story narrators by profession,

the inventors of characters

who cannot be subjected
to continuous aggression,

this barbaric devilry.

Out of respect for ourselves.

How can you respect yourself,

while continuously
receiving blows, spit and insults?

Fellini fought so that indecency
would not become a habit.

When the TV channels
went to spy on his death,

their real mission was
to announce the end of a world

and the birth of a new cycle.

Politics…

as the constant invention of reality.

As deception.

You struck me, Enrico.

You bear witness
to a failure involving us all.

Would you chop the onion?

Of course.

I'll make a curry pilaf.

It's Danielle's favorite dish.

Does your film have a storyline?

I don't like films with storylines.

Hi, darling.

How are you?

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

Who is she?

She was our girlfriend.

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

You shouldn't have done it to me.

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

But you lent yourself to it.

Maybe I was wrong to help you.

You saved me.

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

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

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

-Since Cannes?
-Yes!

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

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

She thought it was me in the picture.

And so?

You've never forgotten him.

But I never forget anyone.

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

I haven't forgotten you either.

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

I loved you both.

I don't believe you.

And yet it's true.

I loved your right eye…

and his left one.

Giovanni, are you here?

Andrea…

Anna, what is it?

What's the matter?

He's disappeared.

Again.

Hello?

Andrea?

-Were you sleeping?
-No.

Where did you two go?

-Have you seen the polls?
-No.

Enrico is ripping him to shreds.

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

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

-Andrea?
-I'm here.

What's wrong?

Your voice is strange.

There's nothing wrong.

He's already in bed, you know him.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

Thanks for the good news, I'm glad.

Bye, good night.

Bye.

Excuse me, I'm dead tired.

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

Good night, darling.

In Rome, Oliveri's triumphant rally

at which he recited
a Brecht poem by heart,

has inverted the tendency

and instilled courage in Leftists

for the next elections.

"Dear Danielle,

it was wonderful seeing you again.

It was a great pleasure
seeing your work up close.

You've been entrusted
with a very delicate mission.

To protect the order of events
from approximation, senselessness.

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

Say goodbye for me
to the friends of the crew,

especially Bertrand and Marà,
who taught me so much.

And remember me."

You scared me to death!

Fuck, you seemed dead!

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.

THE LONG ITALIAN NIGHT IS ENDING

OLIVERI HAS RE-LIGHTED HOPE FOR ITALIANS

Is that you, Andrea?

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

Why are you looking at me like that?

Have you seen the polls?

We'll win this time.

Pascal gambled on the existence
of God by calculating probability.

We politicians gamble
on the sense of history.

You preferred to gamble on a madman.

You must be tired.

Why don't you get some rest?

We have lots of things to do.