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THE CONSEQUENCES OF LOVE

The worst thing for a man
who spends a lot of time alone

is lack of imagination.

Life, which is already boring and repetitive,

becomes deadly dull
when imagination is missing.

Look at this individual with the bow tie.

Many would enjoy
speculating about his profession

and his relationship with these women.

I, on the other hand,
see only a frivolous man.

I am not a frivolous man.

The only frivolous thing I possess
is my name, Titta Di Girolamo.

Nothing, sir.

- Mr Di Girolamo.
- Sir.

Good morning.

Goodbye.

Bye, Sofia.

Fancy a game?

I'm not up to playing a game,

I can only solve
the weekly chess problems.

Shame! I get so bored
on these business trips.

I'm just back from a convention
by the seaside in Mexico.

Now, instead,
I'm here in the cold.

Let me introduce myself.

Letizia.

Di Girolamo.

Here on business?

What a life!
What's your line?

I work for a brokerage company.

Really? Which one?

Moulinex.

You're kidding.

As far as I know,
they make blenders.

Come on!
You're not telling the truth.

The truth, my friend, is boring.

I was wicked and immoral
and I ruined your life.

You were always honest.
That's enough for me.

You know what frightens me most?

Dying of old age.
I don't want to.

I want an extraordinary death.

You've got to take this now, Carlo.

Finished already?

I've lost my appetite.

What's happening outside?

Nothing.

You've lost.

How much do I owe?

Ten Francs.

Thank you.

When I used to walk in a casino,
the world would stand still.

They'd whisper, "He's here".

"We'll take everything he has."
And they did.

- It wasn't exactly like that.
- Yes, it was.

Why else would we live
in a hotel room that we once owned?

Is Grabber a Neapolitan game?

I wouldn't know, I'm from Salerno.
It's the only card game I know.

It's a stupid game.

Grabber is a children's game.

I learned it as a boy,
perhaps that's why I like it.

We should never break the ties
with our childhood.

Never!

Well, I mean...

Never... we shouldn't.

- It takes courage.
- To do what?

To die an extraordinary death.

There is a sect whose members
are made up of men and women

of all social classes,
ages, races and religions.

The sect of insomniacs.

I'm a member too...
and have been for ten years.

People who aren't members
often say to those who are:

"if you can't sleep you can read,
watch TV, or do something else."

These words are very irritating
to members of the insomniac sect.

The reason is simple.

Insomniacs have one obsession:
to sleep.

The silver engraved cruet.

The ivory and gold statue
from the 18th century.

The round Venetian chest
in solid walnut.

The six Louis XV chairs
in waxed wood.

The set of sacred scarabs
from France.

- I don't remember that.
- It was white gold.

With emeralds,
diamonds and little pearls.

- What a shame!
- We'll buy it all back one day.

- Stop it, Carlo!
- I can't give up hope.

You've got to stop cheating at Grabber.

I'm getting very good,
there's nothing to worry about.

Yes, yes...

Goodnight, Carlo.

Goodnight, Isabella.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- How are you today?
- Fine.

Did you sleep well?

On time as usual.

We're in Switzerland, aren't we?

Is there a problem?

One of the hotel guests
said to me:

That guest of yours, Di Girolamo,

it's not true that
he's a finance broker.

I said: "What do you mean?"

He told me: "It's something
you should look into."

So then I gave him a reply

that would have made
any hotel manager proud.

Want to hear it?

I'm listening.

I said:

Dear sir, Mr Di Girolamo has paid
for his room punctually each month

for the last eight years.

He doesn't just pay for the room
and full board.

The price of the room
includes another service:

discretion.

That's howl answered.

- It was an excellent reply.
- It was, wasn't it!

Nevertheless...

I'm still rather curious.

Well...

what is your actual profession?

You're too intelligent to not realise that
every man has an unmentionable secret.

Let's do this.

You tell me your darkest,
most unmentionable secret

and I'll tell you mine.

You'd make a wonderful poker player.

- Your face never changes.
- You're trying to gain time.

I stole a pair of skis.

Years ago, in the mountains.

Outside a shelter.

Later on, I was going back up

and I caught sight of a chap
going down on the ski lift.

He was furious.

He had boots and snow shoes,
but no skis.

His face was very unpleasant.

I didn't feel guilty at all.

Now it's your turn.

I was twenty. I was in the kitchen
with my year-old step brother.

I was supposed to check
if his food was too hot.

I tried it... it was lukewarm.

I discovered something else.

It was delicious.

A great tomato sauce.

I greedily ate the lot
while he cried in desperation.

But I think he survived
going hungry that day.

- I've really enjoyed myself.
- So have I.

A famous financier said that
when two people know a secret,

it isn't a secret anymore.

This is my unmentionable secret.

And it's not the only one.

Respectable society
tends to oversimplify drugs,

dividing the world
into addicts and non-addicts.

It doesn't take into account
the many intermediate stages.

Like mine.

I've taken heroin
once a week for 24 years.

Only on Wednesday mornings
at ten o'clock sharp.

I have never, ever,
deviated from this rule.

I can't call myself an addict.

I can't say I'm alien
to drug problems.

Once a year I have
my blood cleaned thoroughly.

It's a costly procedure.

How long has Nitto Lo Riccio
been on the run?

25, 26 years.

I've never met the man
who procures my heroin.

I've spoken to him
on the phone only once.

His name is Ludovico.

I think it's an unsuitable name
for a pusher.

Did you reserve this table?

Excuse us,
but we liked this corner so much.

- Would you like us to move?
- I wouldn't know.

I've got an idea. This table's
big enough for the three of us.

- What do you think?
- Yes, but I'll sit in the corner.

Maria, listen to this:

"Whatever he wants can happen!
A fine mess!"

"That's the advantage of using only
one's memories to excite oneself."

"You can own memories,
you can buy even more beautiful ones."

"But life is more complicated,
human life especially so."

"A frightening, desperate adventure."

"Compared to this vice
of formal perfectionism,

cocaine is nothing but
a stationmaster's pastime."

- Very nice!
- "But let us return to Sophie."

"We became poetic as we admired
her being, beautiful and reckless."

"The rhythm of her life flowed
from different springs than ours."

"Ours can only creep along,
envious."

"This force of happiness,
both exacting and sweet,

that animated her
from head to toe, disturbed us."

"It unsettled us enchantingly,
but it unsettled us nonetheless."

If you've got nothing to say,
why are we on the phone?

- How are the kids?
- Fine.

- Want to put them on?
- I'll see who's here.

Dad?

- How are you?
- Fine.

- What are you doing?
- Practically nothing.

- Good.
- What do you mean?

I'm doing that too.

I'll put Mum on.
Thanks for cheering me up.

Liliana's become rather witty.

- She's sarcasm'. when she's bored.
- Oh, yes'?

- And when she isn't bored?
- She's unbearable.

I've really got to go.

- Giulia...
- What?

Nothing. Bye.

- Did you take your lithium?
- Not yet.

What shall we do
for our golden anniversary?

Sell the painting of the baroness

and take that trip to Cambodia
that we've been talking about.

- We could visit Della Rocca.
- Never!

It's the only thing
I've got left of my mother's.

- Your materialism revolts me.
- Take your lithium.

You're just a horrible petit bourgeois.

One day you won't find
that picture anymore.

I'll sell it and go gambling
in Monte Carlo.

Try it and you'll end up
sleeping under a bridge.

- I'll divorce you.
- I don't want to die here.

I want to do something spectacular.

Anything.

My life was spectacular.

The show's over.
Get used to it.

We're old, we'll die here.

If you die first,
I'll follow you with a broken heart.

And vice versa.

Now, please, take your lithium.

May I ask you a question?
I'm curious.

Go ahead.

Why do you want the money
to be counted by hand

and not by the machine?

We must never lose faith
in our fellow men.

The day that happens
will be a bad day.

FUTURE PLANS:
NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE...

...THE CONSEQUENCES OF LOVE.

- It's your brother, sir.
- Put him on.

No, he's here in person.

Big brother!

Please, I can't stand
my face being touched.

Sorry.

What am I supposed to say?

Anything.
Make something up, if you want.

I've not got much imagination.

Fuck, it's no joke talking to you.

I'm always alone.
I'm not used to talking.

So take advantage of me.

When did you say you're leaving?

- Already pissed off?
- I was making conversation.

I'm going to the Maldives tomorrow.

They need a surf instructor
at a resort for 3 weeks.

How's Dad?

- He's dead, but doesn't know it.
- He'll live forever.

- You never call him.
- Why should I?

To hear him tell me I'm a criminal?

- You've been unlucky, that's all.
- Luck doesn't exist.

It's an invention of losers.

And the poor.

Anyway he's not doing too well.

He'd like to go back to Salerno,
he says Rome's not for him.

But Mum doesn't want to move.

I always liked your mother.

Thanks.

You're beautiful, you know?

I'm going to the Maldives.

- Why don't you come too?
- I don't look good in swimsuits.

Good answer.

When they do that,
it usually means they're up for it.

Have you got a girlfriend?

I get it. You haven't.

Remember Dino Giuffre,
our neighbour?

Of course I do.

You were friends as kids,
weren't you?

- He's my best friend.
- You still see him?

No. and I've not spoken in him
in 20 years.

It's a bit tough to describe him
as your best friend then.

- But he is.
- I get it, your imaginary friend.

You tell him all the things
you don't tell me... in your head.

Dino Giuffrè is my best friend, full stop.

If we were friends once,
we're friends for life.

What bullshit!

Anyway,
I met his sister last week.

Know what she told me?

He doesn't live in Salerno anymore.
He works for the electric company.

He repairs power lines
in the mountains up north.

When there's a power cut,
he climbs up and fixes it.

At night too,
when it's cold and windy.

- So?
- Isn't that a lousy job?

- It's just a job like any other.
- No. His life is really shitty.

Want to compare it
to being a surf instructor?

In the Caribbean?

You were always a superficial man.

You're not even a man.

You're just a boy.

Goodbye everyone.

- Bye, dear.
- Goodbye.

I've worked here for two years
and I greet you every day.

You never answer.

Have you, by any chance,
realised I exist?

Hello?

Titta, is that you?

You should be more polite
to that girl.

She's a nice girl.

She's got her problems too.
Like me, like you, like everyone.

You think you're the only one
with problems?

Well, are you pleased I came?

Very.

Liar!

You were always a big liar.

Perhaps sitting at this bar is the most
dangerous thing I've done in my life.

Are you Di Girolamo?

Have I done something... wrong?

Maybe I made a mistake...

and didn't realise?

Well?

Have you come for me?

I'd like to know.

Don't flatter yourself,
Di Girolamo.

We've travelled 1,500 km
and we're tired.

What do you mean?

You've already asked
four questions,

and in our business
one's already too much.

This isn't a quiz show

and I'm not your contestant.

So...

be a good boy

and calm down.

It's him.

Martusciello.

The television doesn't work.

What the fuck do you do without TV?

Ask who it is first.

Who is it?

Me.

How did it go?

Well.

Complications?

I got hungry at one point.

Expecting someone?

Now you don't have to ask who it is.

Don't worry, it's my bag.

Niccolò, have you figured out
where all our work ends up?

In there.

Is one of your boyfriends
picking you up today?

What boyfriends?

The ones that wait outside
when you finish work.

They're not boyfriends,
they're driving instructors.

I take lessons after work.
I'm getting my license.

That's why you sit
in the driver's seat.

I wouldn't have expected you
to notice all these things.

Shy people notice everything
but they don't get noticed.

They notice everything
or just me?

The lift to the garage.

Last one.

We've got a problem.

The accounts don't balance.
There's 100,000 dollars missing.

We could do a recount
using the machine.

What do you think?

Put all the money back
into the bag immediately.

Don't say that.
It's surely our mistake.

There's obviously a lack
of trust between you and I.

Put the money in the bag.

Arrange for my account
to be closed immediately.

Let's not rush into things,
we'll sort this out.

Sir?

We could do this:

we'll recount the money.

If we reach the same conclusion, the bank
will compensate the missing $100,000.

What do you think?

I'd be less offended
if you'd killed my mother.

You're suggesting I accept
a charity donation from your bank?

Losing at Grabber
to a cheating amateur

doesn't mean one isn't capable
of carrying out a major bluff.

To achieve good results,
the bluff must be followed through.

To an utmost degree.

There's no compromise.

You can't bluff half-way
and then tell the truth.

You've got to be ready
to run the risk of looking ridiculous.

I'm just waiting for you
to put the money back in the bag.

Sir,

we didn't notice there were 4 more
bundles of 25,000 in the bag.

We must never lose faith
in our fellow men.

It was a bad day for you today.

Have the money taken
to the vault.

How do they look?

I get it,
you prefer the ones I tried before.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

What does that mean?

It means I've stopped losing.

By the way,
I've got something to show you.

I've got something
to show you too.

It's lovely.

How much does a toy
like this cost?

100,000 dollars.

You made a smart move.

It'll make you a bit younger.

It's not mine, it's yours.

You're kidding?

I've already got a car.

I can't accept a gift like this.

- That's what people always say.
- You don't get it.

To accept this would alter
our relationship entirely.

I want to alter
our relationship entirely.

You want to buy me?

You can't give a car like this
to someone you don't know.

- I do know you.
- Do you?

What do you know about me?

Let's hear it.

What do you want from me?

Stop giving me
this mute performance.

It doesn't always work.

You've got to say something.

- Talk!
- What must I say?

What can I say in these situation?
I'm a business consultant.

I'll never accept this car.

Why?

Why?

I wanted to see where you live.

Do you like my room?

It's a room.

It's my room.

Could you switch on the light?

Why did you come?

I felt guilty.

You felt needed...

that's why you came.

But I don't need anybody.

In order to accept a gift,
I have to know who it's from.

My name's Titta.

Di Girolamo.

For 24 years,

every Wednesday morning at 10

I habitually use heroin.

I've never made an exception,

except for tonight.

I was a business consultant
ten years ago.

A business consultant...

I was someone
on the stock exchange.

I negotiated the purchase
of an oil tanker.

It's not easy to negotiate
an oil tanker purchase.

I invested billions.

I invested for the Mafia too.

I invested 250 billion for them,
and lost 220 in two hours.

They realised
I hadn't stolen it.

They pardoned me.

They shut me up here,

in this hotel.

Once or twice a week

I take a bag containing
several million dollars to a bank.

But I'm not affiliated
with the Mafia.

I've got a gun
but I've never used it.

I suffer from insomnia.

I separated from my wife
ten years ago.

I've got three kids
and I call them often but...

they don't want to talk to me.

I'll be fifty tomorrow.

It's my birthday.

And I don't feel tired.

Tomorrow

we'll go out of town
to celebrate your birthday.

To the mountains.

I'll pick you up in my car
at three.

Now get some sleep, you're tired.

If you look me in the face,
I'll shoot you.

Well done.

Now you've got to tell me
a couple of things.

Where are the car keys

and what's the code for the alarm?

The keys are in
the top drawer of the desk.

The code is two, two, five, zero.

Good.

When we've gone,
call Pippo D'Antò

and try and convince him
it wasn't you.

- Pippo, it's Di Girolamo.
- What can I do for you?

- They took the bag.
- What the fuck are you saying?

The two Sicilians
who were here a few days ago.

Are you crazy?
They're my cousins.

They came in and
saw another bag arrive.

Don't talk crap.

- You've got to come here.
- What for?

To convince Nitto that it wasn't you.

Me? What've I got to do with it?

Explain that to Nit-to.

- Nitto Lo Riccio?
- Well done, you turd. Name names.

If you want to save your neck,
come and explain to Nit-to.

I've got an appointment,
I'll come in two days time.

You haven't got a hope in hell
if you don't come right away.

I'll come in two days.

But today
isn't the first of the month.

I've never been loved by anyone.

I leave today, at 6:30 pm.

- We'll get you at the airport.
- Fine.

How will I recognize you?
I haven't seen you in 15 years.

I haven't changed.

This is for you.

It should add up
to what you lost in the last few months.

I had to sell something
of my mother's.

I want to say something else.

There was no need
to humiliate my husband that way.

He's an old man.
You could have just stopped playing.

You're an evil person.
Goodbye.

- Did someone come for me?
- No, sir.

- Messages?
- None.

It's Di Girolamo.

I didn't recognize you.

- Where are we going?
- We're already here.

What the fuck are you laughing at,
Di Girolamo?

- Nothing. Just thinking.
- What about?

That I can't break free from hotels,
isn't it ridiculous?

Ridiculous?

It's ridiculous that you lost a bag
containing 9 million dollars.

That's ridiculous.

He's here.

Tell me in a concise statement
what happened.

Two people came into the room.

They held me at gunpoint
and took the bag.

But first they asked
for the keys to my car

and the code for the alarm.

I gave them both to them.

Then one of them said:

Now call Pippo D'Antò

and try to convince him
it wasn't you.

I was scared,
then I thought about it.

I called Pippo.

I explained the facts.

He told me to come here
immediately and explain.

He also said it wouldn't be easy
to convince you it wasn't me.

I got even more scared.

Then I thought about it.

I thought I had to get
the bag back right away.

And that's what I did.
And now I have it.

So why did you come
all the way here?

You could've just gone
to the bank, deposited the money

and telephoned us
to say everything was okay.

It was just a hitch.

There's another hitch.

That's why I came.

What hitch?

I don't want to give you the bag.

As you've already understood,
Di Girolamo's account

must be transferred
to someone else.

Do we need Di Girolamo for that?

Give me a telephone
and I'll talk to the Swiss.

Fine.

Let's get back to us.

Why don't you want
to give us the bag?

You stole my life from me,

so I'm stealing your bag.

I see.

But if there's no bag,
there's no life.

I know.

You'll tell us
where you left the bag.

I don't think so.

You know why?

Because you're a good man.

And because
we're more intelligent than you.

That's true,
I was never very intelligent.

Balduccio!

What restaurant
did you book for tonight?

Good, their food's good.

You need passion,

lots of patience,

raspberry syrup,

and a touch of recklessness.

You need some flour,

your own ability,

Latin sensuality

and a little distance.

That's how you make it,
lipstick and chocolate.

And not to eat it,
would be a shame.

That's how you do it,
over low heat...

Stirring, with lots of feeling.

Bloody hell!

I'll be there in two days.

- You know, Nitto's fond of you.
- What?

Nitto's fond of you.

When he found out
about the missing 100,000 dollars,

he pretended it was nothing.

And he even believed you
when you told that story

about the two that took the bag.

And how do you pay him back?

You're hostile with him.

- He believed me?
- Sure.

If he hadn't believed you,

Pippo would still be here with us now.

For a while,
Pippo was looking for his...

independence.

Now he's independent.

But...

Nitto can't pretend nothing's happened
over nine million dollars.

You understand that?

Tell us where that fucking bag is

and you can start a new life.

The whole Committee
has troubled themselves for you.

This honour
should make you talk.

But instead you...

anyway...

this is how it works.

The crane lowers you down.

When you start to talk, it stops.

Otherwise it doesn't stop.

Only one thing's certain.

I know it.

Every now and then,

at the top of an electric pylon,

in the midst of a snowy landscape,
against a cold, biting wind,

Dino Giuffrè stops.

Sadness descends upon him

and he starts to think.

And thinks that I,
Titta Di Girolamo,

am his best friend.