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Excuse me!

What's this little city like?

I don't know.
I just arrived today too.

I'm sorry.

We were expecting you Monday.

- Did you have a problem?
- No.

May I ask you,
why you chose Rimini?

Because I had never been here.

You think that's a sufficient reason?

Yes.

So, Dominici.

Dominici... Dominici?

- The son of the hero of El Alamein?
- Excuse me?

I was wondering if you were related

to the famous colonel, Dominici,
gold medal of the Airborne.

No, I've nothing to do with him.

"Dominici, born in Vienna."

"37 years old. Graduated with
top grades at Cattolica of Milan."

"Teacher of History of Art."

"Italian School of Mogadishu
from 1959 to 1960."

"Agrigento in 1963..."

What did you do during the 3 years
that you didn't teach?

- I sold books on installments.
- Then you are an expert.

"Travelling School in Sardinia
and another leave of absence."

Your character profile
doesn't say much.

It is normal,
without infamy and without praise.

It doesn't seem like you have ...

Let's put it this way...
a teaching vocation.

Probably.

Today the high school is on strike.

This is another face of freedom.

Come. I'll show you the school.

Please.

This is your class.

I won't say more. I want you
to form a personal opinion.

But in my school
there is no room for protesting,

nor for the ideas of President Mao.

Chose the systems you prefer,
but maintain discipline.

19...

19, 19.

23.

5, 5...

35.

51.

I must give you 20,000 Liras.

- Pay.
- You give Leo credit, but not to me.

Leo doesn't have money.

20,000.

Guys, what is it? Are you afraid?

- Only 20,000. Leo!
- I don't feel like it. I've no money.

- Doctor.
- No.

For one evening that I win...

- Come on, Marcello. 20,000.
- I'm out of luck today.

- I won't give you 20,000 Liras.
- It's still 6 p.m. Where will we go?

To the marina?

- Come on, guys. Pot 20,000.
- Pot.

I don't play with who I don't know.

Don't listen to him.
He's a little spoiled hillbilly.

Montanari.

- Mr. Marlvestiti.
- My pleasure.

- Nello Bazzoni.
- How are you?

- He is Marcello.
- Hello.

Hide that money.
The marshal and I are friends,

but the owner of this place
doesn't allow money on the table.

- Giorgio Mosca.
- We call him Spider.

- 20,000?
- More, if you want.

Let's start with 20.
It's my turn.

- What did you say your name is?
- Dominici.

- What are you doing here?
- I teach here, at the high school.

Out.

You're good, Professor.

- Pot of 40?
- Pot. What else can you play?

Everything.

How is it possible
that you never find him at home?

Did you tell him
I've been calling for 5 or 6 days?

Please ask him to call
at any time in the morning.

Thank you. Yes, Dominici.

Are you sleeping?

Do you have matches?

Don't think about it.
It'll go away.

I'm telling you from experience. It
seems unbearable but it will go away.

- Then why do we live?
- We survive.

- Are you upset with me?
- Not at all.

- These things happen.
- Have they happened to you?

Not seriously.
Not because of me,

but because of the women
that I met.

Did you love me very much?

Monica, it seems like
we're watching over a dead person.

- Do you have regrets?
- Too much luxury.

I couldn't afford it.

- Would you like a child?
- God, no! For what reason?

Sleep.

What bothers me the most about you
is your kindness.

It could kill an ox.

It's not kindness.

"Secondly, let's ask for
the right to debate

about our problems."

"Thirdly, we ask that,
as in many high schools..."

My name is Dominici,
and I'm the new professor.

Good morning. May we finish
preparing todays' agenda?

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

"Thirdly,
We ask that, as in many

high schools of Rome, Milan, Turin,
Genoa and Florence,

students have a class council."
That's all.

All the other classes
must approve this.

Tell Roberto to type it bigger
and do the layout.

Will you sign it, too?

- What is your name?
- Fabrizio Romani.

You have an amazing average.
9, 8, 7, 8, 9... How old are you?

- 19 in June.
- What does your father do?

He's a veterinarian.
He works for Town Hall.

- A match?
- Of course.

It's your business, not mine.

- Many professors will sign it.
- It's their business.

I am here to explain why
one of Petrarca's verses is lovely,

and I think I can do it well.
All the rest bores me.

Red or black, you are all the same.
The black ones are more stupid.

I'll stay with you 3 or 4 months,
until Professor Mariano returns.

I haven't taught in a while
and I know many things have changed.

But in teaching, I've my point
of view. Not to impose it on anyone.

If someone wants to study,
I am here.

The others can do what they want.
Come, not come, read, write,

play battleship.
As long as they don't disturb.

- Professor, may we smoke?
- Of course.

Today we have 3 hours in a row.
What did Professor Mariano do?

- A class essay.
- Then I'll give you the topic.

In so little time, I won't
be able to know all of you,

so it's a good idea
to introduce yourselves.

Write about your private life,
about your family,

about pain, about joy,
about the mistakes you made.

You can even avoid signing.
It'll take more time to understand.

If you don't write with absolute
sincerity, it's wasted energy.

For those who want to remain
with tradition, another topic.

The antithesis of purity
and sin in Manzoni's world.

Start writing,

and don't make noise
while I am out.

Figaro Littéraire and Newsweek.

600.

Thank you.

- Professor Dominici.
- Excuse me?

- Why aren't you in the classroom?
- I came down to get the papers.

- The kids are doing an essay.
- You leave without checking on them?

What could happen?

You'll see with your own eyes.
Your class is the most boisterous.

Romani, go to your place.

- Who allowed you to smoke?
- I did.

Put out those cigarettes right now.

- It is allowed in many schools.
- Not in this one.

We're off to a bad start. Come
to see me at the end of the lesson.

- May we smoke, Professor?
- Of course.

What is it?
You don't have cigarettes?

Here.

Did you already turn it in?

Then why don't you write?

I've already finished.

What are you reading?

- Does it interest you?
- So-so.

- Was it suggested to you?
No, I won it at Bingo.

- What is Bingo?
- A lottery.

- Know anything else about Lawrence?
- "Lady Chatterley's Lover".

- Who is being funny?
- Me, Professor.

What other books of Lawrence
do you know?

He said it.
"Lady Chatterley's Lover".

"Abati Vanina". Vanina...
There's a novel with that name.

I know. "Vanina Vanini".
A film was taken from it too.

- Did you see it?
- No.

Strange.
You did the essay on Manzoni.

- There was a choice, right?
- Of course.

Anyone else chose the topic
on Manzoni?

You're the only one.

- Is it a topic that interests you?
- Better than the other one.

We always have something to say
about ourselves.

I preferred this one.

Bye.

- Abati.
- Yes?

Come.

Did Professor Mariano always do
oral tests from his desk?

- Almost all teachers do.
- Does it embarrass you here?

No, it's the same.

- How old are you?
- 19, almost 20.

You have many absences.
Are some deliberate?

Some.

Your folks don't care if
your come regularly to school?

I only have my mother.
It makes no difference to her.

- You have brothers? Sisters?
- A sister who is married.

- She doesn't live with us.
- And you're sorry about that.

Yes.

What will you study
when you go to university?

Nothing. I don't even know
if I want to finish the year.

It would be a shame.
You've only a few months left.

- What will you do after?
- Go abroad.

- To do what?
- Anything.

You didn't start the quarter
off badly. You like Italian?

Enough.

"Oh, sleep, oh the sweet, humid,

shady night, placid son."

"Oh, of sickly humans comfort

sweet oblivion of evils so serious
that makes life bitter and boring."

Don't tell me who wrote this,
but if you like it.

Yes.

Give a name and a time period.

- Leopardi.
- 300 years earlier.

But you have a good ear.
It's Monsignor Della Casa.

- Do you read a lot?
- No.

You enrolled again after 2 years.
Had you been ill?

Kids, I am not very patient.

- Do you often go to the movies?
- Every day.

- What kind of films do you like?
- Those that make you laugh.

- What else interests you in life?
- Racing cars.

- Go out.
- Why?

I don't know why, but you do!

- I don't understand.
- Yes, you do. Don't make me upset.

Sit down.

- Hi. Come in.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- Do you work here?

Also. If you want to buy
a house, I'll sell it at a good price.

- Whose guests are we tonight?
- There's the apartment in Viale Trento.

- If we make noise, they'll hear us.
- Or?

Villa Ortensia.

No. There isn't even a heater there.

I lost 300.000 lira there
because my balls froze.

Or the Ferri home. Four rooms.

I've tried renting it for 3 years.
We can heat it.

The bathroom doesn't work.
If you flush, there's a shit explosion.

- Who is coming?
- The 3 of us, Leo and Gerardo.

- Scrotone will join us.
- Who is Gerardo?

Gerardo Pavani,
a man with lots of dough.

You must have seen him.
He always picks up Vanina at school.

- Isn't she in your class?
- Yes.

Let's go to Viale Trento.

- Did you bring drinks?
- I've whiskey in the car.

- What about food?
- Leo.

The cards?

- Good. Let's go.
- Let's go.

After you, Professor.

I open.

Three times.

I check.

- Says six times.
- Alright.

- I'm in. Card.
- One.

Two.

- Valeria.
- Yes?

Give your blessing.

- Move.
- Why?

I don't want anyone behind me.

- Check.
- 10,000.

30,000.

- Go.
- Call.

60,000.

- 100,000.
- Check.

Alright.
I don't want to massacre you.

- Full house.
- It's not enough.

- How much do I owe you?
- 200,000, with the earlier amount.

Will you cash it in 15 days?

- Give it to him.
- What will I do with it?

- Frame it?
- It'll become good eventually.

Nello, go play instead of me.

- Excuse me.
- Nobody is formal here.

Marcello, how much can it be worth?

- Did you steal it?
- I won it playing poker.

The stone is good.
It worths less with the incision.

- How much?
- I don't deal with such things.

Let me see.

- M.A.S. Who is that?
- I don't know.

- Cards.
- Is 30,000 alright?

More or less.

- Valeria!
- Yes?

Here.

- Is it for me?
- Yes.

- What will you give me in exchange?
- Not what you want.

- Sooner or later...
- Better later.

- Go play.
- What do you want?

I'll tell you now.

Did you bring her just for show?

You little slut.

You are hurting me.

Come.

- Check.
- Cards.

Check.

You asked Vanina a lot of questions.

She hinted to me
that you noticed her.

I noticed that
she doesn't seem happy.

I've been telling her
for a year to quit.

Anyway, treat her well.

Don't tell her that you saw me.
I am in Turin.

- Here. The other Vanina.
- Is it for me?

Sure, but you must read it.

Of course. Is it a nice story?

Yes. She is a Roman princess
and he's a runaway Carbonaro.

- And they love each other.
- Yes.

Lucky them! Thanks.

- What about your boyfriend?
- He's in Turin.

You want a ride?

It's early for me.

It's not very clean.
I haven't washed it in a year.

There's a gas leak.
Aren't you afraid of a fire?

It would burn for a minute.
I only put in 1,000 Lira at a time.

- Where do you live?
- Bellaria.

- What does your boyfriend do?
- Supposedly his military service.

- He always manages to postpone.
- He seems very rich.

You think this because of the car?
He'd have it even if he were poor.

- Will you get married soon?
- Why do you only ask me questions?

We'll never get married. Happy?

Yes.

- May I accompany you home?
- I'm not going home.

Are you sorry your boyfriend
is in Turin?

- He's not in Turin.
- Where is he?

Hiding in some hotel
in the surroundings

with one of his
50,000 Lira conquests.

They are beautiful girls.

- Don't you care?
- I never cared.

You aren't very much in love.

Maybe.

- Where will you go, if not at home?
- To the movies.

They won't open
for a couple of hours.

I'll wait.

Do you mind if I wait with you?

Don't you have anything to do?

Yes. It's something
I've wanted to do for a long time.

- Had you ever come here?
- No.

I'm the one to show you
the marvels of this coast.

- I bet I know what you think.
- Let's hear it.

- You pity them as prisoners.
- A little.

I think if they put them back
in the sea, they'd die of nostalgia.

They'd miss their lovely pool
with an sure lunch and dinner.

Only the lack of freedom gives
you such moments of cheerfulness.

- Always like this?
- Always.

But I saved the bread.
What time is it?

It's 2:20.
Your movie is starting soon.

- You really feel like going?
- I'm not going to the movies.

- Do you often lie?
- When it's necessary. And you?

If it's indispensable.

I must catch a train.

- You're not asking where I'm going?
- No.

To my sister's. She's married,
has 2 children, but has a tough life.

- Where does she live?
- In Monterchi.

There's a beautiful
Renaissance painting there.

"La Madonna del Parto",
but I've never seen it.

Here it is. In 1460,
the Monterchi farmer community

ordered this Madonna to Piero.

Those who commissioned it
weren't popes or princes or bankers.

Maybe in the beginning, Piero
didn't give importance to the work.

Despite this..

Here is the miracle of this farm
woman, proud as a king's daughter.

There is the total silence
of the countryside around her.

Until now, she probably had fun
telling the animals her secrets.

She calls them by name and...

And she laughs!

Then suddenly, it's all over.

Through the centuries,
destiny chose her purity.

She is aware, but not happy.

Maybe she senses that the
mysterious life growing inside of her

will end up on a Roman cross,
like that of a wrongdoer.

Centuries later, a great poet
will turn to her with sublime words.

"Virgin Mother,
daughter of your son,

humble beyond all creatures,
and more exalted,

predestined turning point
of God's intention,

thy merit so ennobled human nature

that its divine creator did not scorn
being creature of his creature."

She probably would not
have understood.

Would you like to have a child?

You all seem to agree
in asking me the same question.

Holy God!
I don't have the will anymore.

Nor the courage, nor the desire.

I've forgotten too many things.

You can tell me.
You're starting now.

Is there a moment when
two beings who love each other,

desire to have a child?

I don't know.

It's not true that I'm starting now.

Two people who love each other.

Maybe...

Otherwise, all that is left
is a body that deforms itself.

Only the discomfort remains,
the pity,

the cruelty of the people
who begin to notice it.

And nothing can be done.

Or almost nothing.

Sad again?

Just a bit disappointed.

I thought you were different
from all the others.

But then I bet against myself,
and I was hoping to lose.

I said to myself, "He'll stop in
this stretch without street lamps".

Maybe I've done even worse.

I knew you were alone this morning
and looked for you.

Maybe Stendhal's book
was a strategy.

- How did you know I was alone?
- Your friends told me.

- Who?
- Spider, Leo and Marcello.

Great friends! I can imagine
what they said about me.

Not one word.

I didn't look for you to spend
a nice evening. I'm not interested.

The pain you have inside...

I can't stand
your helpless melancholy.

You know nothing about me.

I know the things I wanted to know.

Stop!

What will I tell him?
What will I do?

Excuse me. Please.

Two fried mozzarellas
and two meat rolls. Alright.

I'll send the boy right away.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Hi.

- Who is here?
- Nello.

He's skinning
two pork wholesalers alive.

The others?

Leo has a middle-aged Swiss
woman with a lesbian friend.

Gerardo is on his own, and Spider
has people at Nuovo Mondo.

- Something to eat?
- No. I'll finish the wine.

Is something wrong?

Stop wanting to understand
everything at a first glance.

Actually, you'll never
understand a thing.

Who lives in the province
develops a sixth sense.

Let's go see Spider at Nuovo Mondo
and pick up girls there.

What a commotion!

- Marcello, how are you, raging fag?
- What about you, old hotsie?

- Are you Daniele?
- Come, big slut!

I always hear talk about you.
Come.

- How's it going with the principal?
- I see him rarely.

He kicked me out of high school
when I wouldn't let him touch my ass.

I'm not sorry about that,
but he disgusts me.

He has only one hand,
but never holds it still.

Great!
Good thing you are here!

Wish me a happy birthday.
I'm 26, and feel old.

See what a commotion I caused?

Professor, look at the merchandize
that's on the house.

Drink.
Why don't you have him dance?

- He should ask me.
- I can't dance this stuff.

- Dance with me.
- No. You risk a heart attack.

- Come sit down.
- He won't let you go.

Take advantage of it. I'd feel like
I'm sleeping with Gianni Agnelli.

- Come on!
- Rosy!

Rosy, where are you? Slut!

Good evening.

You like her?

- Vanina?
- Who else? Don't be an idiot.

Of course. She's beautiful.

Very!

But problematic. I'm warning you.

You think you understand everything
right away. What do you mean?

Ask around.
A lot of past, little present.

No future.

Hello.

- You want to dance?
- No, thank you.

- Why don't you dance?
- I am tired.

He could fail you.

He talks, but always returns
with his tongue hanging out.

- Yes?
- Whiskey and cigarettes.

- Why didn't you want to dance?
- I told you. I was tired.

Why were you tired?

Don't be such jerks!

We are jerks!

Guys, I'm bored.

- Let's go to another place.
- Sit down and don't bust our balls.

- Let's all go to my house.
- Why?

It is your birthday
and we're going to celebrate.

- You never invited us.
- This is the right time, then.

Shall we go?

Alright. Let's go.

My jacket! I'm leaving.

Professor, shall we go?

Listen...

You didn't say anything
about last night, did you?

Oh, right! You didn't have
school today.

- Go! Don't make such a commotion!
- May I come in?

He settled inside
the nicest apartment.

Emptied half the pantry
and then they found out

that he had drunk
500 bottles of champagne.

- Could we have some light?
- We're feeling our way around.

What a big head!

This is the satellite
that the jerks have.

All the people
from Bologna bought it.

Is this the little apartment?

It's 100 square meters. Sit down.

Vanina, have them drink something.

You like it?
I don't know yet.

I don't see why you
got yourself such a house.

A Milan architect that we met
at the Lido suggested it.

- A fag.
- Light it.

Vanina liked him right away.

I said to him, "Here's the money.
Get the house ready for me".

At first he made a fuss.

Then I found him a boy
at Porto Verde

and since then,
he came every other day.

Unfortunately,
there are many buttons here.

You want a Coca-Cola
and out comes a razor.

- You have two bedrooms?
- One. I don't want a family.

- This way?
- Forget it. It's a mess!

A battlefield.

Is there a book
that interests you?

Spider said you write poems.
Is it true?

What should Spider know?

Spider knows a lot more
than you think.

Did you read
"One Hundred Thousand Ice Boxes"?

It's fantastic.

Get it.

- Who will give me a match?
- The lighter is there.

- What is it?
- Cinema for rainy evenings.

- The films?
- You can rent or buy them.

- In Copenhagen?
- Even closer.

- In Genoa or Rimini.
- You've Dutch material? Let's see it.

- There are ladies here.
- They just make me laugh.

Really?

I saw one of those films
last year.

If I showed you certain films
that I know of...

Don't bust our balls.
Show us this film.

Vanina! Give them more to drink.

I'll buy one too.

- A drink for me too, please.
- Here, too!

Thanks.

- When is the film ready?
- Where do you turn off the light?

- Are we ready?
- Ready!

This is it.

Let me sit down.

Gerardo Film presents
"Seven Dicks For Seven Sisters".

- What are you doing?
- Be quiet.

- Nobody cares.
- We'll see.

- Those interested, raise your hand.
- Yes! I want to see everything!

Well? What'll we do?

Guys, Vanina is nervous.
What'll we do?

Show us the stuff you have.
Not the... honeymoon.

It's late. Let's all go to sleep.

Alright. I understand.

Elvira, I'll come with you.

Then, hurry.

Stairs in the house too.

Let's go.

Bye.

Professor!

It is your check.
I don't know what to do with it.

If we play again,
you'll owe me 200,000.

Good night.

Will you accompany me?

I'm sorry.
I'm afraid I'm out of gas.

It says there's still a quarter.

It also says I don't feel
like accompanying you.

Tonight you drank
a glass of shit, Professor.

Come, blondie. I'll take you
to the meanders of hell!

Come. Get in, slut!

Monica.

Monica!

What is it?

Open.

Well?

You scared me.

Why are you still up?

I fell asleep in front
of the TV.

I woke up when
the announcer said good night.

I didn't fall asleep after that.

Did you lose again?

I didn't play.

I think this is yours.

- Did you read it?
- Just a glance.

- You shouldn't have.
- It doesn't say it's for you.

He avoided mentioning you.

Did you answer with the same tone?

- Answer me.
- Go in the other room. You drank.

- What are you doing?
- I asked you a question.

Yes.

On the phone?

On the phone... too.

As I did with you,
in the beginning.

When you make love with me,
do you think of him?

Answer!

I make love,
and don't give a darn.

I make love, and that's it.

Get undressed.

Think about whoever you want.
But stay silent.

- You are hurting me.
- Be quiet.

Don't stop.

Don't stop!

Don't stop.

Answer. It must be for you.

Let it ring.

- Go answer!
- Let it ring.

Let me go!

A coffee.

She isn't home today.

I went there.

- Hi, Professor.
- Good morning, Professor.

- Hello? Is that you, Vanina?
- Hello?

Vanina, it's Daniele.

Vanina!

- Who are you looking for?
- My name is Dominici.

- I'd like to talk to Vanina Abati.
- She's not here. What do you want?

I had to talk to her. This morning
she didn't come to school.

- You know where I can find her?
- Who are you?

- I am her professor.
- What did you say your name is?

- Dominici.
- My daughter left an hour ago.

- Come in.
- I don't want to disturb you.

Come in. I must tell you something.

I have food on the burner.
I'll be right there.

Here I am. What is it?

- Vanina is quitting school?
- Yes. I talked to the principal.

I am taking her out
for health reasons.

- What is the real reason?
- I don't want her going around.

I don't like the environment,
and a woman doesn't need to study.

- What does your daughter think?
- She agrees.

I'm sorry
to have bothered you ma'am.

Remove certain ideas
from your head, Professor.

Vanina is not fit for you,
and she's fine where she is.

Don't look for her, don't call her,
don't do anything.

You could regret it.

- Does Vanina agree to that too?
- Of course.

Don't trust appearance.
You'd be disappointed.

An infatuation is not important.

Before leaving, she and her
boyfriend laughed about it.

At times Pavani raises his hands,
but I know my daughter.

She must not be given
too much freedom!

Did you know Pavani
doesn't want to marry her?

Who told you that?

If Vanina plays her cards right,
she'll get married.

Anyway, it isn't
any of your business.

In fact. Good evening.

It's none of your business,
you asshole.

And too bad for you if I find out
you're still bothering her.

This morning she told her boyfriend

and it took me the whole day
to had them make peace.

A loser like you
won't ruin everything.

Behave, son of a bitch,
or you'll end up in the hospital!

- Were you looking for me?
- No.

Did I do the right thing?

What did you do about the money?

I have a system.

You gambled? Did you win?

- It was in the mailbox.
- It's for you, huh?

Read.

Read!

- Why are you laughing?
- I should cry?

- Is it true?
- An anonymous letter is never true.

- It's the second one.
- Local uses and customs.

Today I looked for "Vanina Vanini".

- Where did you put it?
- I gave it away.

- When?
- Yesterday.

- To Vanina Abati, I imagine.
- Yes.

Do you like her?

Yes.

- What happened between you two?
- Nothing.

- Absolutely nothing?
- She quit school.

- I won't see her again.
- Is it true she's a slut?

Will you question me at length?

- I'd like to sleep.
- You are never sleepy.

Then I'm bored.

What is it now?

It's dark. I can return the favor.

Go on thinking about her.

- It's nice, huh?
- I am not your object.

- Be quiet.
- Stop it!

When you solve your crisis,
you don't care about that of others.

I am not jealous.

I am not jealous of you.
Go to bed with whoever you want.

Sluts, ladies, boys or men.

This perturbed atmosphere
at home bothers me.

It has nothing to do with me,
and I won't admit it.

When it was you,
I didn't complain.

It's true, and you should have.

Would it help?

You see?

Go to bed.

Are you eager to make love?

Like crazy.

I haven't thought
of anything else since last night.

I'm sorry.

What does it cost you
to share her with me, stupid?

You're cynic enough to do it.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Professor, I went around
all of Rimini to find you.

What have you done lately?
New people, or you're hiding?

- I meditate.
- Right.

But Spider, medium and wizard,
proposes an exceptional night to you.

- Is it your birthday again?
- No, it's Elvira's.

Ever since you mistreated her,
she wants to lay her hands on you.

- Is it yours?
- Yes.

- Where do you go at 340 at hour?
- Nowhere.

- Will you let me try it?
- Do you know how to drive it?

- Of course not.
- Then get in.

Where did you take me?

Move, or you'll get fungus
on your ass by sitting in the car.

What is it?

An abandoned house.

This house used to be called
La Querciaia.

There was a little theater there.

All ruined!

Was it your home?

No. People I knew lived here.

One of the daughters drowned
at Conero. The family never returned.

They let everything be ruined.

But it wasn't just for that reason.

It was a lineage of misfits

that for generations were
devastated by syphilis and madness.

They let themselves slowly die

in this decayed cemetery.

It is all rotten, destroyed
in smitherines.

How did you know them?

With the patches you had
on your pants at the time...

I can't imagine you
in these living rooms.

My aunt and uncle had a home
in Recanati, not far away.

We came in the summer. We were
a group of youngsters. 20 years ago.

We went swimming
at Santa Maria di Portonovo

or at the wrecked ship with the
prow planted in front of the beach.

What is the name of the girl
who drowned?

What?

Her name.

What was her name?

- I can't remember.
- Don't make an ass of me.

Calm down, Spider.

Let's go.

- Why did you want to go back here?
- Don't get strange ideas, as usual.

If I hadn't seen you with your Ferrari,
I wouldn't have thought of it.

Come on.

At times, memories come back
with no apparent reason.

"He who you are looking for
is not here."

"He is risen, just as He said,
on the third day."

"Go. He is going ahead of you
to Galilee."

"There you will see Him."

Are you a Christian?

I am an Atheist.

Go inside.

The usual black woman!
Who found her?

Fleca. She's French, from Martinique.

- What is her name?
- Sweetmouth. She is Mirta Cocaine.

- From the Crazy Horse.
- From Bagnacavallo.

- Shit-head!
- Be quiet, slut.

The kiss of forgiveness.

A scotch.

Will you fix it, Spider?

"Embarkation for Cythera".
For you, later.

Don't be a shit-head.
He's slow enough as it is.

I said later.

- Martine!
- Yes!

- He is Daniele.
- He's the one who doesn't like you?

I must be forgiven.
I didn't have her dance once.

Martine and I have known each other
a long time. We like the same people.

Let me see.

Come. I'll read your future.

Add some more.
They're starting to melt.

You pour it.

- Where is Demetria?
- I've never met Demetria.

- It says here you're very rich.
- You're wrong.

The lines of the hand
are never wrong.

- Are you becoming friends?
- Don't interfere.

- That is why I am here.
- I see many trips at sea.

In the past.

I also see a very long one
in the future

that will take you
to unknown places.

I see a fire sign.

- What does that mean?
- There is fire in your life.

You are an artist,
capable of being very sad.

If you don't want to do something,
nobody can make you do it.

I can use some persuasion...

Then there is a great darkness.

- I don't know what it means.
- It's all bullshit!

I'll read the present,
past and future for my friend.

Don't be in a hurry.
First he'll stay with us a bit.

Mind your own
damn business, slut.

Oh, God!
I guessed, and I was right.

Spider is a fag
and is falling in love.

Tell me what you see.

What is an Indian Summer?

The last blossoming of the year.

Let him answer.

Why is death the first calm night?

Because finally we sleep
without dreaming.

Are you sure?

- Who is the ferryman of the dead?
- Charon, you dunce.

Why do we give a contribution
to the Nepi sanctuary?

If you visit a museum,
you pay a ticket.

I tricked you.
You weren't expecting it, huh?

"But there isn't a walk
for the appointment

that would be sweeter
than life, oh, dear."

"You should have left to us
the ferocious decision

that hides you behind
inviolable cold borders."

"To Livia, one year later."

Why? The puzzle is almost complete.
Just a little piece is missing.

You can play with these morons,
but not with me.

- Excuse me.
- Fix it.

- Don't bust my balls, Spider.
- I don't have anymore.

Leave me alone.

Daniele.

- What the hell do you want?
- Fuck off.

Someone is waiting for you
in my car. The keys are there.

When did you return?

One hour ago.
I took the first train.

Will you keep me with you?

Marcello left me
the keys of a house.

Let's go there.

- Vanina, open.
- What are you doing?

- It's my damn business.
- He doesn't understand.

The car is here because
it didn't start.

- What'll you do if you find her?
- Be quiet.

Vanina!

Vanina, open!

- Vanina, open!
- You think they swam here?

Open!

Don't worry.

You're a scoundrel who acts as
a ruffian. You'll pay for this.

- What've I got to do with it?
- Open!

- Marcello didn't lie.
- Where are the keys?

Enough. Let's go home.

Get the hell out of here.
Do me that favor!

- I am staying here.
- Vanina!

Are you afraid? Vanina, open!

- What do you want?
- Is Vanina here?

Come in.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you see?
I tracked you down in a hurry.

I raced on the highway
at 250 an hour.

- I left you a letter.
- Certain things are said in person.

- Why didn't you do it?
- To avoid getting beat up.

I'd like to talk to Vanina by myself.

Don't worry.
Vanina isn't risking anything.

Did the vacation go well?
I came to get you back.

- Too late.
- For him? You barely know him.

Does that change something?

I won't throw anything in your face.

It happened. Amen!
I made many mistakes, too.

Let's not talk about it anymore.
Now return home.

- You brought witnesses?
- Right.

For this shitty impression I made.

They came because they feared
I'd hurt you

I never thought of that. Come.

You don't understand. I've nothing
to do with you, anymore.

You have a crush
on that shitty loser.

Well? It's not the first time.
These things pass.

- We've been together for years.
- In what way?

In every way, not just in bed.

You know why
I was with you for years?

For your money.

You got me used to having it
and spending it.

You could've done something
for me after what happened.

But I was a part time lover
to kick out without any qualms.

For money, and because
I was ashamed to death.

Go away, Gerardo. It's better.

If I were you, I wouldn't interfere.

So you never loved me.

Never.

- Not even in Venice?
- No. You scared me.

- During the days in Madrid?
- You talked about years, not days.

Did you tell him
how we spent our time?

He can imagine it.

And in Paris? In our home...

- You see...
- I'm not crying over these memories.

Marry me.

I beg you. I'll only live for you.
I ask for your forgiveness.

Don't beg me,
especially in front of him.

What will my life be if I lose you?

It's not an argument,
a whim or revenge.

I'm in love.
Don't you understand that?

What did this shitty half fag
enchant you with?

What's he have that I don't?
This?

He talked to me.

Did he tell you
where he lived in Turin?

In 1955?

From January to June? In jail!

For fraud and bad checks.
The police knows him well.

You are a bastard. As if I cared!

How many centuries of jail
must you serve?

And Marcello, the smuggler?

And Spider with fake prescriptions?
And all the rest.

- Go away.
- Too bad for him.

Daniele, no!

Gerardo, stop it.

Enough! Stop it!

Enough!
Please, don't hit him anymore!

You wanted to be reasonable.
Try to be so until the end.

Let's go.

It won't end here.

Be careful, imbecile.

She'll suddenly disappear often.

She gets a crush
and wants to change her life.

You aren't the first.

She'll start lying to you, too

while she gets laid by another guy
who told her some lies.

You won't change her.
She's rotten.

You must've realized that.
It's simple.

It's enough to say "I love you"
and she opens her legs

as if she'd taken Spider's pills!

- Stop it!
- Go ahead. Beat me.

But some risked
going to prison for her.

You don't know what sewer she comes
from. Her mother was a slut.

We all began with her.

We screwed her
for a pack of cigarettes!

A chip off the old block!
Let me go!

- Enough!
- I'll kill you.

Gerardo!

Wait.

Tell everything. I would've done it
but I didn't have the courage.

Four years have gone by.
You don't risk anything now.

Easy, beautiful.

Easy.

We paid a lot of money
to avoid risks.

It bothers you more to confess that!

I wasn't there. I came later.

When being seen with you
meant being disgraced.

In any bar, they know who you are.

- Enough! Let's leave.
- Why did you give her the keys?

Did you understand, idiot?

Take a good look at them.
They all had a good time with her.

Including Elvira! Marcello said,
"If you want, I've one who's 15."

Did Bellaria's apartment pop up
with a magic wand?

No! Madam Abati collect
a lot of money for her silence.

And we paid, nice and silent.

Get out of here.
Get out of my sight!

- Hands off, syphilitic fag!
- You too. Out!

- Listen. I...
- Go!

If you want, I'll go.

Come here to me.

- Are you afraid?
- Very much.

- How will she react?
- Terribly.

- Does she love you?
- Yes, in her own way.

Here it is.

Don't go to her. Write to her.

It's the same thing.

Please, don't go back to the city.
I'm afraid.

I'll come back to you,
and we'll leave.

I don't know where, but we'll leave.

Come.

I love you.

Hi.

Hi.

- Want me to make you coffee?
- No, thanks.

Last night the phone rang
20 times. Did they want you or her?

Her, probably.

Have you decided to leave?

Yes.

You didn't think of me?

Very much.

What did you decide?

It's right this way,
for the wellbeing of both.

We aren't even together out of
habit, but out of desperation.

Even being together out of
desperation means a lot.

Why didn't you leave me
three months ago?

I knew that loser kid

would have dumped you
after having used you.

You would have remained alone

and I would have had to help you.
That's all.

Why should it be different with you?

At our age, they give us things
only to take them back.

How can you still get your hopes up?

Does it seem so absurd?

You are incapable of loving,
just as incapable of regrets.

Think about Livia!

Tell the truth
about the angelic creature

that nobody is worthy
of talking about.

You idealized a kid
to find refuge in an oasis of pity

and to write 50 ugly poems
on her.

The painting is yours.

Don't get swindled when you sell it.

What will you do?

I'll get by.

She can get by with some tricks
too. They say she's good.

Thank you.
You make everything easier.

You think it'll end like this?
You won't be able to drive me crazy.

You won't get rid of me with
your silence and your good manners.

- I'd rather kill myself.
- You often threatened that.

Sure. Living next to you,
I couldn't breathe.

I put up with you for ten years
because I pitied you.

Do you think I cheated on you once?

- I never supposed that, Monica.
- I always cheated on you.

With whoever was at hand!

Even when you were at home
in the room next door.

What'll I do now?
Go back to Mogadishu

to my husband after ten years
begging him to take me back?

I am no longer young.
I don't want to be left alone!

Goodbye.

Wait!

I'll find the courage this time.

I have nothing precious on which
to swear, but I'll swear anyway.

If you leave here,
I'll turn on the gas and kill myself.

It would mean that your hatred
hurt me as much as possible.

I'll kill you!

Daniele.

Marcello, help me!

Let's take him upstairs.

So, you got beat up.

Where are we?

At Marcello's house.

What's wrong with me?

You look like you've been
hit by a truck.

A cracked rib and...
a little shattered everywhere.

But it isn't that serious.

- Help me.
- What do you want to do?

Wait.

- Where do you want to go?
- To Vanina.

We wanted to advise her,
but she was no longer in Misano.

She's in Monterchi, at her sister's.

Wait until tomorrow.
We'll advise her.

Find me something to drink.

Here.

I feel better.

Much better.

Why didn't you take me
to the hospital?

A historical commotion
would have taken place

and the first name to come out,
would've been Vanina's.

Afraid of being blackmailed again?

Here are your checks.

I bought them from Fleca.

- Why?
- They weren't expensive.

I think he made a good deal, too.

He risked not getting anything.

- How much do I owe you?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?
- Yes. You don't understand?

- How much money do you have?
- 100,000 Lira.

It's too little.

I'm trying to corrupt you
to be forgiven.

You are right.

Could you give it to my wife?

Marcello tried to call her
but it was always busy.

- Busy?
- Yes.

- You want me to try again?
- No. Go there as soon as I Ieave.

How did you find find out?

Spider, medium, wizard.
He has infinite powers.

Livia was my cousin.
She died at 16.

The following year
I wrote these poems.

Why do you write, "The proud gesture
of cowardliness or courage"?

Because she killed herself.

This other one? "I receive a letter
from English green countryside."

My father died in war in Africa.

Gold medal.

The life of a man is full of deaths!

I'm going.

I'll help you.

May God protect you.

He has other things to do.

- I filled it up.
- It is an event.

The full tank, a lot of money...

I am leaving with
all the blessings.

The suitcase is in the back.

"So..."

"Our everlasting farewell take."

"And for ever farewell, Cassius."

"If we do meet again,
we shall smile indeed,"

"And if not,
then this parting was well made."

You are a man of good reading.

Fuck off.

Bye.

Miss, please.
Interrupt 30110 of Rimini.

- Just a moment, please.
- Hurry. It's urgent.

The phone is broken
or it has been misplaced.

I rang twice, but she must be out.

- Don't worry.
- Go back there, please.

Go back and if she doesn't answer,
break the door down. Now, please!

- What is the matter?
- Nothing.

- Do you feel ill?
- No.

Go. I'll join you right away.

Every once in a while, memories
come to mind without a reason.

"He who you are looking for
is not here."

"He is risen, just as He said,
on the third day."

"Go. He is going ahead of you
to Galilee."

"There you will see Him."

- Are you a Christian?
- I am an Atheist.