All language subtitles for Il_prato

Giovanni, tomorrow you should
go to San Gimignano.

It is better that you go.

First of all because you need
change and have to recover.

Or because they asked me to sell
the last two rooms of the house.

You could take a look at the
land registry and municipality.

You could put this in the
future in your law degree.

There is something else
I consider appropriate:

You must leave this house.

If a son at age 20 still
is living at home, it's...

...somehow indecent.

For him and those around him.

Not that we do not love you.

But for me, going back
to San Gimignano ...

is difficult.

If I am in my Father's house...

I can't manage to reconcile
the past with the present.

Now you say something.

It is difficult for me
to be so sincere.

But why should I only do ?

You are under 20 years
but not different from me.

I am not a father who gives out
orders and domands. I'm Sergio.

You feel like a boy?
I feel like a child!

If these papers go dirty,
I spit on my father's house.

And on the money.

Now I feel unfair to
be shouting like this.

Tonight I have to work
write down some ideas.

But if I shout like that,
I'll lose my mind.

And I don't want
to lose my mind!

Because I like my work,
I like biology.

It's a fortune today,
I know.

Even a privilege.

And I'm not going
to lose it.

And believe me, it is not
easy, not even for me.

Yet I would like to help you.

I know, Giovanni, sorry.

I'll go to San Gimignano.

Giovanni...

The papers!

Dad...

The money!

I know it's a high sacrifice.

You can stay in one of the
rooms of the farmhouse.

you've never been there.

for me, the country is
depressing, you know.

But you try to profit
from the fresh air.

Try and recover!

Don't get ill, Giovanni!

Because I believe in being
ready for anything...

...there was a thought
of you living to see.

I'll go and get my bag.

I go to work.

I am so glad I'm gone, Leonardo!

My distant friend, like this
you've never grown as a human.

I did not want to leave

Now that I'm here I crossed
upon unexpected desires.

but it's not enough for me
to be the only one to know,

I thought of recording my words
on tape and to send them to you,

But maybe, some things
you can express only,

with an old forgotten tool
like the written paper.

I'm so inexplicably close to
the feeling of this existence,

that if a leaf falls, you're can think
only of autumn being around the corner.

Similarly I'm forgetting the magistrate
work which is waiting for me in Milan,

which you can imagine, I do not like.

meanwhile, my artistic projects
resurface, humiliated and secret.

I don't know if tomorrow, maybe without
the sun, everything will seems different.

You know my insatiable character,

But this time I really hope
that it is not so,

Do you know what I saw?

A fox in a field at the forest,

My discovery put me in center
of interest of local farmers,

with whom the sale is defined,

It seems that the foxes have rabies,

and therefore dangerous,

The farmers have
organize a hunt,

and I will be attending,

Good day!
-Who discovered the fox? -He.

Good day, Franchini.
-Nice to know you, Giovanni.

Lido.
-Giovanni.

Badalassi.
-Giovanni.

Caciagli.
-Giovanni.

Marini.
-Nice to know you, Giovanni.

And if I was wrong?

If instead of a fox, it was a rabbit?

We go to the path of Ganzotti.
-in order.

We prefer to go down the slope.

Here is yet to be seen.
Here neither.

After a year of my life,

if the fox appeared and
if I catched it,

Two years of my life!

What was that?
-A rabbit, it was just a rabbit!

It was a happy night, Leonardo!

I had killed the largest fox,

and with it, I dissed
the others on the run.

I knew well that the sleepiness and much of
the populist who despite all resists in me,

transfigured the faces of
my very ordinary guests.

I also knew
I had never studied music

Yet, when half asleep,
I thought I had sensed

what it means
to conduct an orchestra,

Today I know that that night, the
hunt, my arrival to the country,

that my entire life so far
was a waste of time,

a temporary waiting,

a preparation even,
for my meeting with Eugenia,

All children are invited to

come with us to the abandoned
house of Marzana.

There, our studio is set up,

where children are preparing
the staging of a fairy tale.

The performance we have
chosen is the "Pied Piper".

I see the rats have crawled out,
they are here among us,

and we want to do something about it!

Anyone who wants to join us
in the studio can come now.

Comes with us, follow us!

Come with us all of you!
We'll go to the house of Marzana!

Come!

Not many followed us, eh?
-About 15

So now what?
-Let's make more!

At the house of Marzana some
other children can join ours.

I think we are quite many.
-We are ridiculously few.

But the village, we have shown
that we are there.

I think... one should not make
missionaries out of artists.

But they now know
that we exist.

Hey, you! Who is the girl?
Eugenia.

Look, she already shags with Enzo.

Here why I'm writing, Leonardo
to talk about Eugenia,

She graduated in anthropology
and loves her work,

You would love it too, because the only job
to find is in the tax bureau in Florence,

7 hours work, 3 hours travel,

and after that, Eugenia seeks to do
theater for children in the village,

Like an avenging angel that makes me
both tender and angry at the same time,

How long can you pretend that
you can live in two parts.

Quiet, children,
you need have no fear!

Wait, you can't go out.

Go back inside.
I know you're afraid, we all are.

But it rains too much.

Let's try together to find use
for that oak which fell inside,

We'll improvise!

I'll tell you something that
happened when I was a child.

I lived in one of the villages in the
north that each summer was flooded.

Also that year the dams broke
and our house was destroyed.

We had to go away for good.

While we took off in a boat,
crying...

we came past a tree top,
sticking out of the water.

A tree like this,
which made us afraid.

Between the leaves on the branches,

there were children, women, men,

Cats, dogs, birds ...

They shouted shouted to each other
they embraced, fought each other..

I...

So, if you want to cry, do it!

It's the best way to get
rid of all fears inside.

Imagine you are sitting on the tree
middle of the water.

What would you do in the situation?

You can cry cry
sing, hit yourselves...

If you want, you can also be silent...
-...or use instruments.

Let's start!

Help, I'm drowning!
Mom! Mom!

Blub, blub, blub...

No, not so.
We prefer to start together.

We'll do it at the next thunder.

What are you talking about?

It's our thing.

It's late, I'll go back to the village.

I'm also going
Eugenia, bye!

Bye.
-Bye.

Eugenia, I bring you tomorrow at six
by motorbike to the station!

I believe in happiness.

I believe in happiness,
because I've experienced it, it exists.

Have you got a cigarette?
Yes.

Never mind, I have a lighter.

You know, the thing with the oak ...

... The story
did not the end there.

When we reached solid ground
we waited for a truck with all our things.

And we ...

...interested at all?
Yes.

Yes.

We were many. I climbed up the
furniture on top of the truck.

The truck drives away and brought us
forever away from home.

People were crying.

Also, I looked from the top of the road
before me, at wherever it took me.

And I felt happy.

Idiot!

Long did Eugenia and I speak,
Leonardo.

Although I despise everything ridiculous

but there were told things I
always had hidden from myself,

I remembered especially
one morning a year ago,

I had seen an old Italian film

Remember in "Germany Year Zero"?

It's about a suicide,

To the suicide of a child
in a destroyed Berlin,

But when I left the cinema
I was happy

As Eugenia on her truck,

That morning I thought

that life is worth living, if
man can communicate with others,

with the means of his choice.

and that my means, perhaps,
was precisely that of the cinema,

I knew none of the spectators
who had seen the film with me.

But one one the way out,
one of them said "Holla!"

Apparently he was
also taken as me.

I replied: "Holla!"

And departing from the place,
I was happy.

Why do you tremble?

Are you freezing?

I tremble because I love you.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to the office in Florence.

How good you smell in the
morning after waking up!

Stay here!
-I have only a few seconds.

The train leaves in 20 minutes
I can't miss it.

Good day, Giovanni!

"Good day, Giovanni!"

I love you all,

All of you who are on that
train, where she is!

Excuse me...

...the next train to Florence?

To Florence?
In two hours.

Take the bus, which is faster.
-This one?

Exactly.

Mr. Director
I have to leave early today.

Is that possible?
Yes, but regain the hours this week.

Of course, thank you.

GERMANY YEAR ZERO

Edmund! Edmund!

Edmund!

Has the film ended?
Yes.

Eugenia!

Holla!

I fell asleep.

Didn't you?
-No, I did not sleep.

What did I do?
Did I grimace?

I have been dreaming. But the dreams
of others are boring.

Not yours.
What were you dreaming?

What time is it?

It's day.
I must go.

What's the name of the child
in the film? Edmund? Yes.

How different is this landscape
than that of "Germany Year Zero"!

Do not go away.

Enzo has come, and I will go,

My joy to live with Eugenia, is over

I always knew of Enzo, and Eugenia
had immediately told him of me.

None of us three thinks one
should only love one person,

Only a month ago I'd
laughed at this idea

But now Enzo's here
and I must go,

Also because Enzo
have my sympathy,

He is an unemployed agricultural economist

and wants to establish an
agricultural community here,

I understand why Eugenia loves him,

He arrived on Sunday,
We're guests in his house,

Hello.
-Hello.

But it is embarrassing!

Why?

I'll bring the sofa in order.

Does it work?

Is this today's newspaper?

No, yesterday's.

I never know if you aim
with the left or right eye.

Caution!
-It hasn't been loaded for 50 years.

Give it here!
I'll show you how.

Try to look over the barrel.
-I can not.

Attempt to target a point. Yes.
With both eyes, most with the left.

Then unsecure.

The shot must be abrupt.
Target upwards.

Let's put the table in order!

Yes, your parents
will come back soon.

What says, Enzo, that there's
trust for your companions?

It's true that the lands you
want to occupy are abandoned,

and you don't know if the owners
have no intention to sell them.

And then the usual fascists!

There may be few,
but they are hysterical.

That newspaper vendor there,
for example. He's one of them.

Guys, I think I'm desperate.

I am against suicide, because
I will never kill myself.

For nothing else, then for the
gossip, as Majakovskij spoke of.

Surely you have ever thought of it
at least one time in life? -Sure.

There was even a period when I had
a kitchen knife on the bedside table.

And every night, before
turning off the lights,

I tried to stick the tip,
just barely, in my chest.

One morning
I brought it back to the kitchen

because I had decided to live.

Today suicide seems like craziness
to me rather than cowardice.

How can you call suicide crazy?

It would be like saying as someone's dying:
"How crazy, he's allowed to die of fever."

You are not so scientific today, Eugenia.

For me, human nature, within its borders,
can bring joy and suffering to some degree.

In addition...

I meant to say...
Well, another time.

I have a very different idea.

I would never want to die alone.

at the moment
where it seems as if everything ...

... as if so to speak, is "lost",

there must be a button, like this one,
with which one you call the attendant,

only that is my phosphorescent ...
because that's what I keep thinking at night.

You have to just push on it
and the whole world explodes.

All and everyone ... together.

At least five times...

Yes, I'm sure that at least five times
I have already pressed this button.

You wish for?
-The bill.

The bill.
-Fine.

When will you leave, Giovanni?

Tonight.

I slept with Eugenia.
How can you accept something like that?

Your serenity is ideology.

For two days and nights
we do not leave my room.

Try and think about us!

And you try and respect my feelings!

Just as I respect Eugenia's feelings.

Without respect for the freedom of others
we would not be together four four years.

We have taken account of this possibility.

You tell him, Eugenia.
Yes.

As long as others are concerned,
I think it's fair and simple.

But now that it happened to me...

...it confuses me.

Giovanni, you have to leave.

No, if it's so, he should stay.

In two hours there's a train.
We'll say goodbye later.

I'm sorry.

You told the truth.

But don't touch me with your hands, I'm all sweaty.
-Doesn't matter...

Stop it!

And yet I'm not gone,
I have postponed it for one day,

This morning, meanwhile,
friends of Enzo have arrived,

Now I'm here with them,
on the abandoned lands.

They symbolically occupied it.

They do not yet know exactly
what to do and how to organize,

Enzo has his ideas of cultivation,

And he speaks and speaks like the
land already was theirs for sure,

is not much that I went out to free
myself from collective illusions.

But enough of that,
It's not this I want to talk to you about,

I'm jealous.

As jealous I suffer in three ways:

Because I'm jealous.

Because I'm subject to a banality,
more and more despised.

And because my jealousy
affects my rival,

What words I have used:
"My rival!"

Where will it end, Leonardo?
My irony.

When Eugenia knew,
I would not leave

she was dominated by
two contradictory feelings,

On the one hand, she closes
herself, far away,

and in opposition to us,

On the other hand, she's in
that pleasant state of mind

egoistic, knowing that she's being
loved by two men at the same time.

Just look in the microscope at this turf

Let's say that we'd cultivate it as
generally cultivated in capitalism,

naturally with immediate profit in sight,

or else, like we've learned
at the agricultural college.

Giulio remember, do you
in the course of Silvestri?

What happenes, is that the turf
which is a perfect chemistry lab,

slowly decomposes of natural ingredients

by the use of pesticides and
the like, they release...

How far do these fields extend?

How far?

I think ... Right,
they extend to a railway line!

So far?

I also think
that it is too large for us.

Where are those from Livorno?
-True, they did not come.

Actually, there were people...

I could never, Leonardo, hate
a man that smiled like that,

This is a contract
signed by the notary.

My husband ought to look at it.

I'm leaving tomorrow at ten.
Your husband will not be here.

At ten there's no train,
Will you go with friends?

No, I wouldn't have time
to inform even Eugenia.

I'll call her from Milan.

I'll tell her, tonight there's
a performance in the square.

Why do not you come?

I better not,
I have a lot to do this evening.

Guido, look you too at this treaty.

I thought I would see neither
Eugenia or Enzo again,

But during the evening in the square,
during Eugenia's performance show,

it's easy to imagine what had happened.

The landowners of the occupied lands,
had reacted without losing any time.

Against Enzo and his friends
and against Eugenia,

guilty of being the girlfriend
of one o them,

Do not stay in front of your TV's,
come to us in the square!

Stefano, you can begin,
begin playing!

You there, stop for a moment!
Please stop.

Enzo, he says,
we were drug dealers.

You want to search us.
-moment, please!

We have received a report
Let us do our work and hurry.

Pardon me
I don't want you yo touch me.

But you ...
-I don't want to let you touch me.

Mrs, do you have a permission
for your square performance?

No, no one has told us,
that this is necessary.

Why suddenly now?

We're not doing this for the first time

Without permission, you may here
not occur.

I have to ask you to leave!

What do you mean?
-Leave the square!

Wait!
-We can't!

Wait!

Play on, Stefano!

I have my instructions.
-But no.

I need to search.

But I can oblige you.

Keep this

Please, here are my clothes.

Examine...

Don't let people go away.

Is this your bag?
-What did you find? Nothing!

You may go.
Come tomorrow to the police station.

Yes, but now I must go.
Yes, go.

We'll start over again.
-You have heard what they said.

The parents take away their children.

Eugenia!

I'm sorry.

Where were you hit, here?
Yes.

Do I have a concussion?
-No, you want to go to hospital?

Is the whole village laughing?
"Fallen from the stilts�"

Guys, we'll see you tomorrow.
Yes, bye!

Shall we go home to you?
-No.

Let us go to Giovanni.

Fine.

What does this have to do with you?
-It is my fault.

They force us to
to make us look ridiculous.

Speak higher!

Speak higher!

You have to keep me awake.

If it's a concussion,
I have to stay awake.

Yes ... yes, Eugenia.

What are you looking at?

I'm ugly, I know.
Get out!

I'll stay awake.
I'll do it myself.

Go away!

Go away!

Go away!, I said.

You have to be at home in these
cases, not with these two.

But don't you notice that
the light's bothering me?

Do you think the hit on the head
could be dangerous?

I do not know,
she is excited.

She must survive the night.

I think if the fever is gone
tomorrow, the's no danger.

No, better not.
Eugenia needs fresh air.

You're right, sorry.

I know it's stupid
but it has happened to me before.

I can't walk under the moonlight

without thinking of death.
The after...

Well yes, things like that.

Because I'm nervous tonight.

I'm nervous.

Look, I will not tell you something,

that I tomorrow, in daylight,
would deny a thousands times.

No...

It's silly.

But ... Giovanni ...

ls it possible that people are
as Eugenia, as the three of us ...

later may lose themselves forever?

What do you think?

What do you say of these things?

I want to say ...

... later, we could find
ourselves somehow.

We can rediscover ourselves.

I'm falling asleep.

Help me!

Who can have called the police?

Don't think of that now.

I'm falling asleep.

I'll keep you awake, ok?
Yes.

Listen� I'll tell you of...

I'll tell you ...

I love you, Eugenia.

I know.

Eugenia!
-Bring me ...

Bring me home.
Yes, we'll go to you.

No, I won't go there.

I'll call a doctor.
-No, keep talking to me.

You need a doctor.

Go on talking!

Once upon a time, there was a being
as nice and friendly as you.

It played the pipe like you had and
experienced a great injustice.

It arrived in a village where
thousands of rats had appeared

and brought hunger,
disorder and plague.

In order to free the country from the
plague the piper requested a gold coin.

She was offered a thousand gold coins.

The piper began to play.

The rats followed her
fascinated to the river

where they all drowned.

As the piper returned
to pick up her gold coin,

the rulers chased her away,
and told her:

"We thank God,
not you and your magic!"

This is too stressful.

I just want to sleep, Giovanni.

I don't want anything else.

"-How ungrateful" cried the piper.

She was crying and vanished.

As the solemn cortege exited from the
court, something strange happened.

The sound of the flute was
again to be heard on the square.

King, Bishop, courtiers, the whole village
could not help but to dance frenetically.

In vain they tried to stop.

The piper played relentlessly
for one day and one night.

and one more day and night.

Later it was learned

that the children became
adults in the forest,

and lived in a just
and happy community.

I hope we too can be happy.

We can together.
-We will.

That's us.

Can you give me some water?
Yes.

What I said that night,
I will never forget, Leonardo,

It was a last attempt
to not lose Eugenia,

that's the truth for me, anyway.

But the morning light
brought me back to reality,

The fever was gone, and
Eugenia out of danger.

She wanted to take the train to Florence,
and Enzo was there at her side,

I understood
I could not bear it,

At ten clock I left,

The stilts got stuck
and I fell, it hurt!

I thought of a concussion.
-That was the excitement.

Come on, miss.
-May I sit back?

Because of the fresh air.
-You're right.

But guys, why didn't you
let me know from the start!

you come with your ideas of agricultural
communes and occupy the land at once.

We better reason first together with the union.
I'd say maybe none of this would have happened.

Fact is, we've enabled us for reasoning, months
passed and nothing happened! We don't have time.

Well, bye.

Bye, see you tonight!
-Bye!

You have not drunk your milk!

Thanks, I'm in a hurry.

So, the room is empty
It now belongs to you.

Oh yes ...

Now you drink it!
-No thanks, It's not necessary.

You need this, Giovanni.

Here is my work
Leonardo, my friend,

As you know
I got the job at court,

as auditor now I am interpreter,
in tribune or in court.

Again a roughness forces me
to a job I do not like.

Yet here, to my big surprise,
I start to settle pretty well.

The best thing is
I have a lot to do

Perhaps because the people
passing in front of me,

represents a wild and
varied spectacle,

What a mess!

We are seven district judges
for 1100 cases per day,

Each judge has a standing profile
of 2000 to 3000 things residing.

Often we're sitting at a table and
discuss several cases simultaneously,

Hello!

Did you let in the housekeeper?
Yes.

You've arranged this study well.

When do you rest?
-Never.

Is it for the money?

From you, I have no more.

Exactly ...

I came to talk to you of this.

You have to let the the magistrature
go. It's not your job.

Your destiny lies elsewhere,
I understand, in film.

Maybe it's too late.

How can we help you?

Give me 30 million.

I have 11 in the bank,
the money from the house sale.

You can have it.

It takes a lot more
to enter in film today.

Or you have to
rely on your luck.

So what, Giovanni?

You're right, Dad,
it's about something else.

I've been thinking lately.

Thus, I do not want your money,
even if you would want to.

I do not want to become one of,
so to speak: "solely self-made".

"Sole", how pathetic!

In order to make it alone I would
have to accept all rules of the game

I'd have to put all cards on myself.

But I feel no different than others.

I want to be no exception.

Titanism is not for me.

I will not make films.

But my fear ...

... I'm aware of now ...

... has always been another:

To become someone has power to say no,
to grieve over the debt of the world,

they end up torturing their heads,
to find themselves in other hands.

I'm not interested in
negation as such.

It contains the root of the opposition.

Therefore, I am one of those
who still believe in the class struggle.

In this sense, I work
in my area, I like that.

This doesn't mean a little to me, Giovanni.
-It's a lot, and for that I respect you.

But it's always a little
compared to the price you pay:

Ambition, isolation, competition,
and the pain of those you love.

What pain do you mean?
-Perhaps yours.

I saw you,
when you were waiting for me.

You cried ... or almost.

I don't want to corrupt your balance.
-It's not a scam now to be a poet!

A father weeps not only
for his children. Then open-up!

Maybe it's the only way to help me.

I'm not here to talk about me.

That's right.

I accepted a job in Apulia.

Here I can not stand it, I expect
the usual there, but I prefer it.

You see, I do not ponder.

I'm leaving in a week.

I'll do as the magistrates
who work together in silence

to change something in order
to administrate justice.

If we manage.
-I think it will be difficult.

Especially when you do a job
that does not really exist.

I think it's not conducive
to the imagination.

And you are not completely honest.
-I?

I'm not honest?
-No.

Excuse me, I'll be leaving in a week,
and have many things to prepare.

Giuliana said the other day ...

... we should have a child.

I found that I'd like that.

But not with her.

Not with her.

I do not know why...

but the chapter with her is over.

That's what I was thinking of
before while waiting for you.

But this I did not want to say
because Giuliana is also your mother.

Ah, there you are.

The honesty of fathers always
ends up obscene or obvious.

Forgive me.

No, the truth is also
that I am with Eugenia...

You and Eugenia?
-I...

I had a bad time but now
everything will solve for the best.

I have also exaggerated.
To be honest with you.

Are you going, Giovanni?

Yes.

I have probably not convinced you?

You are probably right, dad.

Nevertheless, I feel
I'm ahead of you.

Sir!

Sir, the bag...

I don't buy it, sorry.

Stefano!
-Giovanni!

What are you doing here?
-I wanted to look at the Metro.

No, I mean why are you in Milan?
-I came here with the performers.

We meet the other groups.
-All of you came?

Is Eugenia here?
-I got away from the group and got lost...

Is Eugenia here?
-No.

Why not? Is she sick?
-Let's get in!

Come, long here.

And?

Eugenia is fine.
-Good.

When was the last time you saw her?
-Yesterday.

Yesterday...

Was she sad or happy?
-What?

Your facial expression
says nothing good.

I don't like your face.

She's leaving.
-Where?

To Algeria.
-For how long?

For ever.
-Alone?

I think so, with Enzo.
-Liar!

Apologize
Forgive me, Stephen, are permanent.

I'll accompany you.
Tell me where you want to go.

I'll take you everywhere.
-The Cathedral.

This way?
Yes.

I'll buy cigarettes.

The cathedral!

Hello, Eugenia!

I knew I would find you.

Good thing you called me.

Oh, how stupid of me,
I'm the one calling!

Your voice sounds so close
I just want to listen.

Also, because I have
only sad things to say.

There is no point that I call.

No, it does have a meaning.

I know Stefano has spoken with you,
but I want to tell you myself.

I'll be going to Algeria,
to teach Italian children.

I accepted, because..
How should I explain it?

Help me!

I do not go with Enzo,
He is coming with me.

In order:

Enzo followed his ideas, and owners
chased him away with the police.

I'm calling from Florence, Enzo has
a job as a shop assistant.

Enzo as a shop assistant!

Since he was forced to
give up his project,

Enzo is always unhappy.

The more he is unhappy,
the more childish he is.

Two weeks ago,

in the Santa Croce square, during
a demonstration, there was a riot.

The police intervened.

Enzo was involved in shooting.

The police did not recognize him,
but it could happen.

Enzo knows that, and closed himself.

It can all happen.

And I think it
could lead to the worst.

That is why I have
persuaded him to leave.

And Grimm, my dog, do you remember?
He is sick.

He was probably
bitten by a rabid fox.

But I don't believe in the animal shelter.
I will not take him there.

But now is not about Grimm...

I want to know
how are you doing, Giovanni.

How well do you know me!

Only you know me, Giovanni.

Yes, at the thought of departure
I'm excited.

It's like a new beginning. I will
continue to study anthropology.

There I have a lot of material and...

... It is true that I go.
For me it is not an escape.

Why does this happen to me?

What do you want?
Miss, I have to...

You have been calling for...
You're ugly, so's your wife!

Yes, also you two!

For hours and hours...
-Do you hear, they protest, ciao.

Wait... wait!

On Monday I'm going to Puglia.

I'll come by San Gimignano
and say goodbye to you.

Leonardo
how could I write to you

that this valley reappear to
me as a symbol of happiness?

How could I say that
this meadow is beautiful?

These flowers sucked by the bees�

The sun made the daisies bloom
four hours ago, now they wither,

This tree is infested by an anthill,

and that one by snails.

That plant is too warm,
this one is too cold,

�too dry�

�too wet�

�too bright�

�too much shade�

Each meadwo is a hospital,

And hospitals
are as pathetic as cemeteries,

Hello!

Let's try have him run a bit?

Yes, go to Eugenia.

Throw!
Yes, catch!

Now you have to run!

Come, Grimm
Give me the ball.

You have to run!

He is ill.

Grimm...

They look for me!

They look for me!

It is two hunters.

Look!

I'm slowly becoming an idiot!

You know, you were like John Wayne.

The shots
have even startled Grimm.

She's sleeping.

Yes, before she wakes up,
that way she won't suffer.

Wait...

... Let's get closer.

The temple, target the temple!

Is this a joke?

Is this a joke?

Eugenia...

There is no other solution.

It is useless,
you can't do anything.

I could do something else.

What?

Wake me up.

Wake me up.

COMMUNE OF FLORENCE
HYGIENE OFFICE

Number 35!

For Algeria.
Smallpox.

We're together.

36!

Australia, we are four.

Now we fill in the form.

I need your birth date.
-19th May 1947.

That's it.

Come!
Does it hurt?

No.
-No, not me.

You're not afraid of needles?
-No.

But I'm going anywhere.

That wouldn't be the first time

that someone prefers to not travel,
rather than getting vaccinated.

No, you explain tohim!
Ouch!

It's done, calm down.

He vaccinated me!

Ouch!
You hurt me!

What?
Tickets please.

Where he touched you?
-Here.

He took him for a junkie!

The way the conductor looked!

You make me really laugh!
-I?

Since yesterday he does not drink.
This may be a coincidence.

Maybe I'm worrying too much.

Giovanni, promise me
to care for him if he has rabies.

And if he must die ...
-With me he will not suffer.

I'm too early.

The train leaves first in
one hour and 10 minutes.

This means in 40 minutes I'll
have to go to the train station.

When are you leaving?

I am going tomorrow.

Yes, that you had told me.

Where is Enzo?
-He comes with his parents ...

Yes, yes, I know.

I stood an hour in the window
and observed the bypassers.

Do you think it is possible

that each of them goes home
without thinking of us?

Can they suffer or be happy

and not to think of our
existence or our departure?

Last year at this time
It was already warm.

But now it is cold.

Eugenia, don't go away!

Are you not leaving? You'll stay?
-I think so.

It's useless, you're too clever
to not understand it.

It is ten days, now it's too late.

Too late for what?

Don't upset yourself, please,
I count on you.

Let me die in peace.

Yes.

Before my brain goes out,
I have a request for you.

But come closer!

Let Eugenia know!

Yes.

But it is impossible for you to die!

Just think about it!

One must consider that:
It is impossible.

Where's the justice?

I do not know.

But promise me!

Yes.

You are really a philosopher,
which you always wanted to be!

A philosopher! Me!

Who's there? Mama?
Bring her here.

No later!
Go to her!

Leave me alone!

What did he do?

Pray, Giuliana!

Our son is dying.

Wait!

Wait!

In a hospital in Bologna
where they treat these diseases.

We take him there.
Yes.

We need a helicopter.
Yes.

Immediately!

I'll go back to Giovanni.

But I...

Forgive me, Giovanni
I will not let you die.

Sleep!

Sleep now!

Also, you have always known:

I love you more
than anything in the world.

More than your brothers.

More than...

I know...
I know that it is unjust.

I have often wondered why.

Who knows, maybe...

...perhaps because only you...

...two times...

...have looked at me with the
same look as your mother...

...when she was your age.

Giovanni...

My dear...

My dear son!

What is it, my father?

Help me!
I want you to go in a helicopter.

That does not help.
Maybe if it helps...

I try not to think of death,
but I can not.

I feel only a great melancholy.

I speak already confusing, eh?

Don't poke around in my
pockets when I'm dead.

I said,
I would not rebel.

But I will rebel.

I will rebel.

I will rebel.