All language subtitles for La Meglio Gioventu AttoII CD2-en

HIGH SECURITY PRISON

Monfalco, you've got mail!

SPRING OF 1992

Monfalco, you've got mail!

"My love, here's something
that only you can read."

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Send it back, I don't want it.

Fight.

Very well.

Fight.

Sara!

Bravo!

Come on Sara!

Go!

Fight.

Fight.

I won this medal
in a swimming race in 1964.

- Take it, so you'll have one too now.
- Are you kidding me?

I wanted my own medal.
I was supposed to win.

- I always beat that girl before.
- Come on, eat your food.

Tomorrow I'm going to Milan.
Will you go to sleep at Alessia's?

What are you going there for?

A psychiatric examination
to a prison inmate.

- Who's that?
- The manager of a public enterprise.

The Defence asked for his release
for health's problems.

- He said he's going crazy inside there.
- First they steal then they cry.

How do you know?

I think he deserved it. He should
have thought twice before.

- Why are you so mad at him?
- Because I hate

those who make others
pay for their own mistakes.

Why don't you ask me
what I'm thinking of?

Because I always know when
you're thinking about your mother.

The others had no children,
they were free. She wasn't!

- She knows that and she feels guilty.
- That's good!

- She didn't kill anyone.
- Only because you stopped her in time.

She doesn't want
to see me, or she can't...

That's fine, but what about you?

You write and she doesn't answer,
you go there and she doesn't want to see you.

This makes me angry!

- And what should I do?
- Find another woman!

My friends are
crazy for you.

- Don't you like Alessia, for example?
- Come on!

Well you're quite old after all,
you gained weight too...

You should be careful.

You're still in love with her.

I'm not.

You are, I read
the last letter you sent her.

- You shouldn't have.
- I didn't do it on purpose,

it was on the table.

But you still love her,
and I don't want you to.

I would like to be able
to take my own decisions.

You're right, sorry.

Tell me, was that a fight?

No, you and I cannot fight.

Why?

Because I love you too much.

- You don't say it often.
- I don't say many other things.

- Like?
- I want to go to Rome

and become a restorer.
I'll live with Francesca and Carlo.

- You should ask them, before.
- I already have.

Will you be sad if I go there?

Yes.

I know, but I'll leave all the same.

Idiot.

You cannot speak
or you don't want to?

The Court asked me to examine you
and your lawyer agrees.

Do you agree too?
Just say "yes" or "no".

I know you have a daughter.
I have one too.

When one is in prison they feel like
their children are ashamed of them.

But our children
are stronger than us.

They're too full
of life and curiosity...

to get depressed because
of their fathers' misfortunes...

or their mothers'.

Are you here to check if I'm crazy?

You lawyer would love that.

My wife and daughter
don't know the truth.

I found out myself yesterday.

You didn't know you
were doing illegal things?

You work in a Hospital...

...Hospitals are paid
commissions too, it's normal.

Yet you never noticed
anything, did you?

Maybe you suspected it,

but pretended not to see,
as millions of Italians do.

Then, one day a judge arrives

and says that
commissions are bribes,

and that political parties
can't be financed secretly

and that I am a thief.
Wow...

Now prisons aren't only
full of unlucky apple-thieves.

Now justice is done!

But they forget they
queued to give us money...

...in change for
favours and contracts.

Now they play the part of those
who wanna change the world.

Doctor, nothing's
actually happening.

They arrested a bunch of idiots
like me who were caught stealing,

while all the others
keep stealing undisturbed.

I didn't make Italy.

Well, you didn't as well,

our fathers
made this Italy here.

My father didn't.

Believe me.

I'm sure your father
was an honest man,

and you like to feel
honest too, don't you?

- Excuse me, can I have your catalogue?
- Of course.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- Are the photos for sale?
- Almost all of them.

"Almost"?

Yes, the one in the poster
isn't, for example.

Where was he?

What was he doing?

Did you ask them?

No, those who took
the picture weren't there.

- Here's her name.
- "Mirella Utano".

Maybe they were for her.

What?

His eyes, maybe
they were for her.

Who is she?
When did she meet Matteo?

- What does she know about him?
- I don't know.

Maybe he saw him in the street
and took his picture.

No.

She spoke to him.

- You can keep the book.
- Thanks.

But I want you
to go and meet her.

- Who?
- Mirella.

- I want you to talk to her.
- Why should I?

Because I'm asking you.

I just do what's right, and this isn't.

Did you get offended?
Maybe you do everything I ask you?

I've asked you to get out of
here for a long time but you don't.

I asked you to go
and live with Elda and Gino.

- Did you do it?
- I'm fine here.

No, you only think
you are, but you aren't.

You have to go out
to understand that.

We're discharging
everyone but you.

You aren't a good man.

You aren't even skilled.
You used to be, now you aren't.

You were a good man,
now you aren't.

The famous European
law to abolish customs

wasn't understood
by us Italians.

(Tv) "People..."

"won't be able to pay taxes."

"It's not that
they don't want to..."

"They already paid too many!"

- Where's the Police Station please?
- Turn right at the end of the corridor.

Where did you want to go?

To the woman
who took the picture.

Why?

To speak with her.

I spoke to the police, everything's
settled. We can leave. Can we?

But I won't take you
back to the Institute.

Nicola, please...

- I can't.
- You can, instead.

- No.
- Yes!

You are already out.
You took Marcello's jacket.

He's still wondering where it is...

You took a streetcar
and came here all alone.

I won't take you back there.

That's the house.

- Are the others awake?
- I think so.

A bus will take a few
of them to work in a while.

- Do you think I can make it?
- You've already made it.

Thank you then.

Don't thank me. Matteo
made you leave the Hospital.

He gave us this present.

- Will you come to see me often?
- Not too often, but I will.

Smile, this is an important day.

Aren't you happy?

Go.

- Are you coming too?
- No.

Take your bag and buzz.
They'll open up. Come on!

- I want you to have it.
- But I gave it to you...

You can find the titles
at the end of the book.

Matteo's picture is number 7.

- Hi, Giampiero.
- Hi, Giorgia.

"Se..."

"...ven".

MATTEO, WHEN HE WAS NICOLA.

How can I contact her?

Alright.
Thanks anyways. Bye.

I was told she
doesn't live here in Milan.

Now she's in Palermo
for a report on the massacre.

- Which massacre?
- Judge Falcone was killed.

Judge Carati,

what happened exactly?

Where are you going?

- I need to speak with Judge Carati.
- That's impossible.

- I'm her brother, Nicola Carati.
- You can't see her.

Go away.

(Tv) "Here's Rosaria,
Vito Schifani's widow."

"She wants to speak."

"She gets closer
to Cardinal Pappalardo."

"Silence!"

"You must tell them
the Lord will punish them..."

- "...and they'll burn in Hell!"
- "Let's hope for them to change."

"You must tell them!"

"You said they'll change
too, they'll repent..."

- "...then they'll be forgiven."
- I haven't lost my hope, Father.

"People outside can
see the coffins now."

"They're all pressing
to pay tribute to them..."

"...to Giovanni Falcone,
Francesca Morvillo..."

"...Antonio Montinaro,
Vito Schifani, and Rocco Di Cillo."

You can wait here thanks.

Hi.

I knew you were in Palermo,
but these are terrible days.

I saw you this morning
but couldn't get close to you.

I'm tired.

We're all tired,
we're all so busy...

- I'd bury my head in the sand.
- You aren't like that...

- What are you doing in Palermo?
- I have to meet a person.

- Shall we have lunch together?
- I can't.

I only have half an hour left.

- How are mom and Francesca?
- I haven't been to Rome lately.

- What about Sara?
- She's really pretty.

She's always been.
What about you?

- And you?
- I'm the judge, I ask questions.

Hello?
Hi, thanks for calling me back.

Yes, tomorrow is perfect.

Where?
That's fine.

See you.

It's not as it seems...

We shall teach
respect to our children.

We shall
do our duty!

We shall
respect justice!

We shall fight
against immorality!

We shall never ask kindly
for our rights to be respected!

We shall fight
against the Mafia!

We shall remember
Giovanni Falcone!

We shall remember
all the victims of the Mafia!

We shall remember
them as our siblings!

We shall love them
like our siblings!

We shall defend that love
being a good example for others!

Sorry to make you wait,
but I must develop them now.

We'll speak
when I'm done.

Won't you get bored?

Thanks.

I took that picture here.

Right in this place.

It was different...

The towels were orange.

How long had you met him?

Five minutes.

He said his name was Nicola.

He never told me his real name,

I found out by myself.

I found out on the day...

...when...

I left the morning after,
I went back home.

I needed to stay
all alone for a while.

So you met him again in Rome?

Yes.

A few hours before he...

Sorry.

It's too hard..

For me too.

I still can't speak
about him with anyone.

I'm sorry.

I'm about to leave.

How can you live on an
island and be a reporter?

I only work
as much as I need.

When I'm needed,

as when important
things happen, like today.

- Are you going to Turin?
- Yes, returning home to my daughter.

- Do you have a daughter?
- Yes, Sara. She's 18.

She wants to be a restorer.

- She's a grown-up!
- Yes, she is!

Do you have children?

Yes, one.

He's about 8 and will be
in the third grade this year.

His name's Andrea and
he's as handsome as Matteo.

- Hello, can I help you?
- Thanks, sir. Don't bother...

- "Sir"?
- Nicola!

Mom, you look
like a poor oldie!

Because I am!

- What's this darkness?
- I can't stand the light.

It looks like a catacomb here.

- Giovanna used to draw the curtains.
- I'll do it.

- Let the light in.
- Don't make such a row.

It's a beautiful day.

- Please don't.
- Look at the sun.

Mom I have something
beautiful to tell you.

Something about Matteo.

One of those unpredictable
things he used to do.

When he was in Palermo he met
a woman, Mirella, and they had an affair.

- An affair?
- Yes, a love affair.

Mirella had a baby,
he was born after Matteo left us.

His name's Andrea. He'd love
to meet his granny.

- A baby?
- Yes mom.

We'll catch the train to Naples
and then the ferryboat to Sicily.

We'll be there
tomorrow morning.

- Wait a minute.
- What's wrong mom?

Want some water?

I can't... I'm not ready.

What does that mean?

- How do you know it's true?
- It is. I met the child.

Why didn't she tell us before?

Why didn't she write?

Why do you always have problems
when something good happens?

- Let's leave, mom.
- I can't.

Come on!

Sara wants to move to
Carlo and Francesca's place.

I know, we spoke about it.

Everybody knew it but me!

- Are you disappointed?
- No.

Sara needs to live in a
house where a mother is.

- Francesca is a good mother.
- Thanks honey.

- For what?
- For never being jealous of your siblings.

In fact I was jealous
of someone else.

- Of whom?
- Your students.

- My students?
- Yes.

You took them to see museums and to
our house, and checked their homework...

- I thought you loved them more than us.
- They lacked real families.

No one paid attention to them,
their parents never spoke to them.

And so you did that...

Yes, but maybe I should
have spoken with you more.

Come on mom, cheer up!

Don't speak Milanese,
you're so bad at it...

- How did you get used to Rome?
- It was love at first sight.

- It looks so decayed and ruined...
- Rotten and mephitic...

And its inhabitants
seem cynical and impolite,

but they're just full of irony.

- Do you know where I met your dad?
- No.

In Campo de' Fiori, at the market.
He was a costermonger.

He bought fruit and greens in Naples.
You know, one of his deals.

On his cart there was
a notice saying "Spanish oranges".

So I asked him if they
were really Spanish.

He replied: "Miss, can't
you hear the castanets?"

And what did you do?

I bought the oranges
and married him!

Andrea, they're here.

Hi.

- "Hi" and?
- Hi granny.

- Hi!
- Granny said "hi".

If you cry I'll hit you!

- I think they like each other.
- So do I.

By the way
I wanted to thank you.

- For what?
- For letting us come.

- I did nothing special.
- You could have said "no".

Come on...

- Where's your school?
- Over there.

- Will you attend middle school there too?
- No, in Lipari.

- Where's Lipari?
- There, but there's no volcano.

- Are you scared of volcanoes?
- No.

- What scares you?
- Nothing.

You're lucky. I'm
afraid of many things.

For example
I was afraid of coming here.

- Did the sea scare you?
- Yes.

- Why? You can't swim?
- No.

It's easy. I can teach you.

"He spoke about faith,
which never abandoned him..."

"not even when he was
on the verge of desperation."

"Of faith, which comes from
the knowledge of men and things."

"He spoke a long time,
as if he were speaking to himself..."

"...about his own courage and
energy under any circumstances."

Go ahead!

"His thoughts were so clear that
he never even changed his tone of voice."

These are pictures of Matteo.

I haven't been able
to look at them since...

I tried, sometimes.

My hands started shaking.

I want you to have them.

One day Andrea could be curious

to know what his father looked like
when he was a child.

Shall we look at them together?

- Bye.
- Thanks for everything.

See you soon.

- Let's go mom.
- Okay.

- I'll miss your eyes.
- If you cry I'll hit you!

- I'll hit you, you're annoying!
- Stay with us.

How?

There's a lot of room
here, and I'd love it.

- Andrea would as well, wouldn't you?
- Sure, granny. Stay!

Yes, stay.

- I don't have suitable clothes...
- You can buy some.

And I'll have Francesca
send you what you need.

- Should I stay then?
- Of course.

- Mom, can't you hear the castanets?
- Granny, can't you hear the castanets?

The accelerator
is on the right!

There are so many hats,
what should I do with them?

Alright, I'll keep them.

No, I didn't pack
the flowered dress.

Because... Wait a minute.

- You tell her.
- Thanks.

Hello? Yes granny.

I'm learning
the Roman dialect!

How are you?

Listen granny, as regards
the flowered dress...

Do you really need it?
You know, it's back in fashion...

- You'll look like an oldie wearing it.
- Viper!

Why do you want to look older?
It's perfect on me, instead.

- Francesca says it too.
- It's true, mom.

She looks... Remember that
picture of you and dad in Capri?

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

- Do I really look good?
- You look great!

I should wear high heels too,
but I can't walk in them.

Come on! The kids are
coming out of school!

- Can I drive?
- No.

- Please, only this time!
- No.

Thanks.

- I like this place.
- It's all ruined.

- But it's beautiful.
- They have to treat you well.

- I'll speak with the owner.
- Yes, please.

- When's the break finishing?
- Slavery's been over

- since Abraham Lincoln's times!
- "Desire to work, jump up at me!"

- "Speak less, work more!"
- Understood?

Teacher, you taught this kid well!

SPRING OF 1995

Let's go.

Observe a minute's silence
in front of this wonder.

Come on, don't
put on such faces!

This is a wonderful place.

- The landscape is beautiful.
- It is.

- What's that?
- That's clay.

It's a wreck!

Come on guys,
a little more imagination!

You don't have enough faith
or imagination. Follow me.

So, I need two or three
good ideas here.

Which ideas? Look
at those cracks!

- It needs new foundations.
- There are cracks in the frame!

That's why I called you,
Micavi Enterprises!

Okay, but you can't
lay foundations on clay!

I want sloping red bricks here.
Like in Piazza del Campo in Siena.

Of course!

- You're always complaining!
- Why? You're rich now!

- You're the owner!
- I'm rich in debts!

- Owners always complain.
- Stop it!

I'd like the windows there.

- I'd use aluminium for the windows.
- No way!

Aluminium window-frames?

Here I want the kitchen.
Look at this wonder!

Francesca wants it big.
Look at that fireplace.

Simply great!

Here I want a bathroom.

Here will be the nursery.
Every room must have a bath.

I count on that.

Here I want another studio,
or even... I don't know.

We'll think about it.

My only problem is I don't know
what to do with these pools.

- Shall I keep them?
- They aren't important.

But the floors need
loose stone foundations.

I want hand-made
terracotta tiles for the floors.

- Do you know how much it'll cost you?
- He wants it hand-made!

- Understood?
- Micavi...

I'm asking you officially.
Micavi Enterprises...

- Can you make it?
- Look at that!

God dam it...

If I can make it?

Depends... If you ask
me with respect...

...maybe I can do you a favour.

- Hurry up! I'm starving!
- We're coming!

He already speaks like a owner.

There's a boy who likes Sara...

I know, Francesca told me.
How is he? Did you see him?

- He comes home every day.
- Every day?

Yes.

He takes her to school

- and brings her back at night.
- At least he does!

- Yes.
- Fortunately!

Is he a good boy?
Trustworthy?

Yes, like you and I at his age.

Now I feel better! Thanks.

- Nicola will be a granny soon!
- Don't provoke me!

"Where shall I put granny..."

- Don't provoke me.
- Come on!

- We're starving.
- Let's light a fire.

Carlo, bring me some paper

- so we can light it.
- With my paper?

Just take it!

Hello?

Giulia, where are you?
No, she's at school.

Hello?

- Can I leave it here?
- Just for a minute.

Okay.

Thanks. I'll be right back.

Hi.

- Shall I call her?
- No.

- Are you coming home?
- No, I'm leaving at once.

- Who's that guy?
- Her boyfriend Mimmo.

I have to go.
Don't tell Sara you saw me.

- Why?
- Please.

I'll give you a lift.

- Stay here, please.
- Let me give you a lift...

Stay here. Really.

You don't have to stop his gestures,
or he'll think they make no sense,

while they make sense to him.

I'll try, even if that
seems impossible to me.

Nothing is impossible.

- I don't know what else I could do.
- Try to understand that sense.

- That's all.
- But it's like decrypting hieroglyphics!

In fact we did that little by little.

Let's have the usual meeting.
Can you call the others?

- Shall we wait for you inside?
- No, under that tree.

Okay kids. You have
to guess the animals.

My assistant Giacomo will mime.

It's not easy...
It's a particular animal.

- Giacomo is a great mime.
- It's a lizard!

It isn't a lizard, it crawls.

- It's a cobra!
- No.

- It's long! So it's a cobra!
- It crawls but it's not a cobra.

- It's a snail!
- No.

It isn't poisonous.

Let's say it has rings.

- A worm!
- No, it has rings so it's a?

- Ring snake!
- Correct! Giacomo is very good.

After becoming popular
in Munich, Paris and London,

our Giacomo will perform
as a mime again now.

This is difficult.

- It's a hare!
- It isn't.

- Shall I put it in your office?
- No, I'll check it here.

- Thanks.
- I've got mail.

The electricity bill,
a postcard from Giorgia...

Oh, there's a letter too.

But there's a mistake,
it's for Doctor Nicola Carati.

- Who's that?
- That's you!

Me?

- Yes, that's you!
- That's true, I always forget it.

Giacomo, will you read it?

- He can't read!
- He can,

and now he'll show you.

Let me open it up.
They used some special glue.

Here you are.

Read it.

Let everyone hear. Quiet
please, It's an important letter.

"Dear Ni-Nicola..."

"I w-wish..."

"...I never had to write..."

"t-this letter."

"Your m-mom..."

"...is d-dead."

"She didn't s-suffer."

"She f-fell asleep..."

"...slowly."

"I didn't write..."

"be-before because..."

"...she m-made me swear..."

"that w-when..."

"she died..."

"I didn't have to..."

"...d-disturb anyone."

"Kisses."

"S-see you s-soon."

"Mirella".

Very well, Giacomo.

You read very well.

Is my father buried near the sea?

- No.
- You must bring him here. There's the sea.

That's true.

I'll bring him here, I promise.

- How was he?
- He?

He was like Achilles. Did
granny tell you about Achilles?

- Yes.
- He was as brave and sad as him.

He knew the gods would take
him. You know how the gods are.

They send their favourite ones
here, then take them back.

But before that, they
make them leave a trace,

so we can't forget them.
That trace is you.

This morning when you
were checking the atlas,

you looked like him
when he was your age.

We checked an atlas too a long
time ago. We wanted to have a journey.

We wanted to go to a far away
place where there's only the sea.

- That place's name is Cape North.
- Where is it?

Over there.

- Did you reach it?
- I tried but I couldn't.

Your father wanted to,

but in the end he didn't.

The gods were calling him.

Yes, they were.

Why don't you stay
a few more days?

I can't, I have to leave tonight.

I need to check up
the kids tomorrow.

- But I don't want to leave.
- Then stay, I'll take you to France.

Or Greece or Africa. You can choose.

Choose!

- Shall we meet again in three years now?
- No.

It's good for me
to see you and Andrea.

SPRING OF 2000

- It's beautiful here.
- Beautiful? It's sublime!

- It's like heaven.
- We told him to buy a house here

- and he didn't want to...
- We had to insist!

- Look at that orchard! Is it new?
- Yes, there are palm-trees too.

- He put them in front of the house.
- But they're still small.

- You got rich with this project.
- What?

You never get rich
with your friends' money.

- I meant rich inside.
- That of course!

Giving without receiving...

They're making me crazy.
Your sister is worse than him.

Watch out when you
speak about my sister, or...!

She wants darker tiles
so they can match with...

- She's right.
- Very picky, though.

- Your car seems tired.
- It's old. Like us.

Carlo!

- Francesca?
- There's no one here.

Please notice...

- Notice that shape.
- It's an absolute wonder.

- The garden is my favourite.
- Look at that wonder...

Sara?

- So your daughter's getting married.
- Yes.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

Did he ask
you for her hand?

Of course he did,
with respect too.

- I said yes because he's a good guy.
- Good.

- He should have his hair cut.
- You're right.

There's so much room!
That's great!

Look... great work
of a great artisan.

You remind me of Brunelleschi
or Leon Battista Alberti.

- Look.
- "One day all this will be yours."

- Thanks.
- Let's have a swim.

- A swim?
- Didn't you bring your bikini?

With this belly?

- Wear a one piece suit then.
- I only have a tanga, but it...

- I'm so glad you came here.
- We're happy too.

- This place is beautiful.
- In fact I wanted you to see it.

How are you?

- Fine thanks. How are you?
- Fine.

Are you happy that your
daughter is getting married?

Yes, very much.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

Is everything okay?

- Yes.
- Good.

- I'll go to speak with your son.
- I'll leave you two alone.

- See you later.
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

So?

- How are you?
- Dunno.

Nice answer, short and concise.

- What's with that beard?
- Do I look good?

Does the girl you love like it?

- I don't know.
- Ask her.

What's she like?

- Is she pretty?
- Very much.

Did you tell her?

- It's not easy.
- I know.

You have to tell her all the same.

Tell her she's pretty,
and that you are as well.

What do you mean?

You are, we only have
to see if a beard fits you.

- Is she a witty girl?
- I don't think so.

- Let's switch to B plan then.
- Shall I jump on her?

Hey I can't say
that to my nephew!

- What's her name?
- Ermione.

- Ermione?
- Yes.

Then jump on her.

- I can't.
- I know.

- Let go of me!
- No way!

Here they are!

- Nice curls...
- Leave him be!

Okay, I will.

I have to talk to you.

Come.

What happened?

Sara, my love, I've worked in a
Record Office in Florence for a while now.

A few days ago I found a
1966 newspaper with a picture.

I thought you'd like to see
the way your parents were.

We were two cheerful people
who wanted you very much.

All the sad things came later,
and it was never your fault.

I'm trying to start over.
Away from everyone.

I don't want to bother
anyone with my presence.

I received it two days ago.

- Is that you with mom?
- Yes.

Florence, 1966.

What should I do?

It depends on
how strong you feel.

- Are you happy?
- Of course I am.

Then it's time
for you to be generous.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Mom!

Giulia?

Mom...

- Mom, is there a bed in your place?
- There's mine, but it's small.

It doesn't matter,
I'd like to stay.

Okay.

- Hi, can you take a picture of us?
- Sure.

Squeeze up.

Good. Say "cheese".

- Done.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Shall we look for something
nice for the new house?

We could go to...

There are many nice things here.

This could be a container
for bread, but I don't like it.

Those can be nice plates. No.

I want something special,
with more colours.

- What's that?
- It's a hat block.

- Can we have a look around?
- Of course.

Thanks.

That's the "Maestro" of
Santo Spirito. It was painted

by the sons of Domenico del
Mazziere, Agnolo and Donnino.

Donnino is more talented,
I think he painted the baby.

See how it...

This is wonderful, It's the "Maestro
della Conversazione" of Santo Spirito.

This is one of the best
works by Maso di Bianco.

It's my favourite work.

All those Madonnas with the Baby!

Why do you like them so much?

- Are you pregnant?
- I still haven't told anyone.

- What can I do for you?
- There is something.

- What?
- Play for me.

- Where?
- There's an organ here.

I haven't played
for so long... I can't do it.

And we're in a Church,
you need the authorisation.

Never mind then.

I only asked you for a thing

and you won't do it because
you need the authorisation.

You wanted to change the world
and now you need a permission to play.

Come on. Let's go to bed.

- Stirrup cup?
- No.

I'm in a coma.

I do not drink.

- Get up.
- Help me.

- Slowly.
- Careful.

- Careful.
- Slowly.

- Careful.
- Slowly.

Watch out!

- This way?
- No, that way.

By the way you...

...should understand something.

- Can I say it?
- Yes.

Then I'll say it.

Stop thinking of Matteo
as of an obstacle.

Otherwise you'll
end up hating him.

- What does that mean? Are you drunk?
- Yes. Goodnight.

However...

However.

It's too dark!
Don't worry.

- There was a door here?
- You built this house.

- So you won't come for the wedding?
- No.

I'll come to see you
when you have the baby.

- Promised?
- Yes.

Good.

Do you always wear those?

Sunglasses? Yes.

You're prettier
without them.

- Bye.
- Bye honey.

- Hi.
- Morning.

- Want some coffee?
- Yes please.

- Did you have breakfast?
- Yes. Milk?

Yes.

- Did you sleep in your clothes?
- I didn't sleep.

- Something worries you?
- No.

- Sara, maybe?
- Not at all.

That day on the boat,
I wanted to kiss you.

Me too.

NORWAY - SPRING OF 2003

Dear uncle. Or should I call you "dad"?

Dear Nicola,
we arrived at last!

I can almost recognise the places
you told me about when I was a child.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

It's good to do something
with the people you love,

even if sometimes I have
to do what Ermione wants.

Why? Come here!
Where are you going?

Come on! Please come here.

I convinced her to catch
a mail plane to Cape North.

She's scared but
we'll spare three days.

I look at the midnight
sun which goes down,

then stops without
sinking into the sea.

I think of my father,
of mom and you.

You always said that everything's
beautiful, and I think you're right.

Everything's really beautiful!